Morbid - Listener Tales 31

Episode Date: August 4, 2021

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They're just, I don't, you guys just awesome at writing these. And I feel like we're always like really in a slap happy kind of mood on the day where we've scheduled these. And I'm like, yeah, I feel like I need listener tails today. It's true, it's a need. And they like, they like put me in a good mood. They do, and I feel like, you know,

they're gonna happen forever because we have so many listener tails in our email right now. We'll never run out of them. I know and I love that So but keep sending them because we wanted to do them forever. Yay So I think you know our August listener tails. I will begin. Okay, and This first one is called Billy Bob in the floating fucking head. Tell you how it is. A listener tale sent with a double spaced dock. See, that's just fucking primo. That is fucking primo, kids.

Back in, primo. All right, let's see. Let me make it a little bigger because I'm not wearing my glasses. Carl, I just did the same thing and I am wearing my contacts. I get it. I thought I brought my glasses up here with me,

but I'll ask. I can't see. Hey, I get it. I thought I brought my glasses up here with me, but I'll ask. I can't see. Hey, my spooky bitches. Hey, first of all, let me just say that I love y'all so damn much. Let me too. You're both super amazing, and deserve all the hugs and ice cream and butt touches you can hand all butt touches. I love you already.

You too. Listening to your podcast gets me through the day. I was introduced to the podcast roughly two months ago and haven't been able to stop listening. I'm over 150 episodes in. When I do eventually catch up, I'm going to be super sad that I'll have to wait for new episodes. I know, dang, that's a fast bet.

That is good for you. Hopefully we'll be able to stay just right out in front of you. I know you're never caught up. Some people say that that does happen for you. Hopefully we'll be able to stay just right out in front of you. I know you're never caught up. But I hope some people say that that does happen to them. They're like, I caught up and then the day that I caught up, you released like an episode and then the next day another one. That's what I'm hoping, that's our goal.

Yeah. Just to keep you always on your toes. Yeah, stay on that treadmill, okay? Yeah, just on the morbid treadmill. Just stay forest-gumpins down the morbid lane. Just gump down that road. I've always been open to the paranormal, but have never actively tried to seek it out,

because duh, who the fuck wants to invite that bonkers crazy shit into their life, not me, my ubers here. Bye. But I have had a few spooky, spooky experiences in my life. I'm going to tell you about one that still gives me spine chills almost 25 years later, and makes me want to hide under a mountain of blankets. I tend to ramble a bit, but I know you probably won't edit it, so whatever.

I love that people know that now. They're like, you want it. No, it's cool. Names have been changed, including mine, because I'm a very private person and a bit paranoid after listening to so much true crime, I feel you. You can call me B, or Bia. Is that Bia? B.

We'll go with B. Because I aspire to be Dorothy. Oh, there you go. I aspire to be Dorothy from Golden Girls when I grow up. Does that mean you do that? So many reasons I do. But here's some backstory. First of all, I fully believe that I am Dorothy.

I was just gonna say we were talking about that the other day. You are Dorothy and I am Rose Nyland. Yeah, 100%. I'm saying all off. When I was young, about seven years old, my mom started dating an absolute waste of DNA. Same. This absolute twat waffle should have been swallowed at conception.

A lot of them should have. He was deeply redneck and somehow also bougie-a-f. I'm going to call him Billy Bob. We love a bougie redneck. Just a weird stuff. What a great combo if they're not the worst person ever. Billy Bob lived in a big ass house decorated in what I'll call Hillbilly Sheik. Animal heads all over the walls, hunting gear around every corner.

Cabnets of creepy ass ceramic dolls and knickknacks. Expensive electronics for every room. Furniture, no one was allowed to go near. Let alone sit on, I don't understand that. That's like when people wrap their furniture in plastic, I don't get it. Why? Why do you have it?

Why do you have it? I shit you not. This motherfucker had an antique sofa that was trimmed in gold woodwork along with a matching love seat and coffee table all roped off. Why would you, like you're in a JVIP club, dude? You're not a museum. coffee table all roped off. Why would you, like, you're into VIP club, dude? You're not a museum.

You can't rope things off. His house looked like an 87-year-old high-class woman and a 17-year-old country boy had moved in together and figured out how to decorate together. It was deeply terrible. I love the vision that gives you. Great reality show. Right.

Great reality show. What's having coin in it? A 27-year-old high high class woman in a 17 year old country boy have them go into a house and they got to decorate it. HDTV are you listening? But you know that the 87 year old woman would just be like, fuck your feelings. I'm decorating this with all the, but they have to come, but the rules are they have to come together. Okay rules of my reality show that I'm pitching to HDTV right now is you have to work together.

It has to be a 50-50 split. TM, TM, TM. TM. I want to do that yesterday. Yeah, I want to do that. Can I host it? We're going to post it. We're going to post it.

We're going to pitch it. And then we can host it as well. To this day, I am 1,000% positive that this dude is deeply haunted. Whenever we would stay with him, it always felt like I was being watched. And would occasionally hear a disembodied voice or feel cold chills run down my back,

like someone had just run their fingers up and down my spine. Oh, just that. Just that. I fucking hated the weekends when my mom would take me out to his house with her. That sucks. Yeah. They tended to stay out of the house

and leave me with his shitty daughter, who all co-carol, who was 14 and loved to try and scare me because she was a total shit sandwich. She would hide around corners and jump out and scare me, lock me in the bathroom and force me to play bloody Mary before she would let me out. Or hide under the bed I would sleep on and grab my ankles when I would sit down on it just generally being the worst. I mean, she does have some pretty good tactics though. What a bitch. That's terrible. She was dedicated.

Carol, you're a bitch. So when he moved her in the middle of nowhere to butt fuck nowhere, so when he moved from the middle of nowhere to butt-fuck-no-wear, first he was in the middle, but now he's like, to butt-fuck-no-wear. Mom decided he should just move in. We should just move in with him. That's a bad decision. Not the best decision she's ever made. Okay, good. But everyone's makes mistakes, absolutely. But like, what the fuck, mom? She said that not me. So when we were moving in for some reason, all his extra shit got put in my room, because you know, the other four bedrooms weren't good enough for his precious trophies.

What? Animal heads hunting gear and piles and piles of boxes. I wasn't allowed to pick a different room because he wanted me as far from his bedroom as possible. What the, okay, so put your shit in a different room, my dude. Also, that's a red flag, mom. Yeah, look at the next steps.

I'm gonna go ahead. Seriously, you can tell I haven't read this. Where the hell was my mom when this decision was made? Thank you, that's like that, okay. On the back porch, halfway into her third bottle of wine, don't worry, she no longer drinks and we have an absolutely amazing relationship now. Oh good, a revolution.

The first night there, I had to sleep on the floor on a pile of blankets since we hadn't set up my bedframe yet, where the deer head staring straight fucking at me. Like B was not, little B was not happy about it. I was scared at the dark, had crazy anxiety and had trouble adjusting to new places. This seems like the worst possible position for you to be put in if that's like making me so sad. I'm like very upset for you, right? Like young you right now. I feel very stressed.

Yeah, I think that's why I'm like, stop. I feel like I'm having a little bit of PTSD right now. Oh, I begged to be able to sleep in the living room, but Billy Bob was convinced I would try to sleep on his precious fucking antique couch. I hate this guy, and I hate that you were put in this position. Seriously.

He told me that I would sleep in my room, and told me not to leave it unless I was to go to the bathroom, or I would be in big trouble. OK, fuck this guy. Yeah, fuck him. He also refused to let me sleep with the light on, because he's a fucking con. Oh my god, you sweet little baby, ain't you, Saul?

I hate this. I ended up finally falling asleep around midnight after basically exhausting myself by having anxiety attacks and crying. Oh, baby, ain't no. I hate this. I ended up finally falling asleep around midnight after basically exhausting myself by having anxiety attacks and crying. Oh, god. When I fell asleep, the entire house was dark and quiet, like, unnaturally quiet. But quiet is better than having some random spooky, spooky

talking to you about how much they hate you. Yeah. I woke up a few hours later. I'm just assuming it was around three because that's when the diamonds get up to party. I woke up to that fucking deer head floating right above my head. Not sitting next to me, not leaned against the wall where Billy Bob left it, above my fucking head, looking directly at me. So as I made contact with Bambi from hell, my only thought was,

oh shit, it followed us. My seven-year-old brain was like, just pull the blanket over your head, because you know, it followed us. My seven-year-old brain was like, just pull the blanket over your head, because you know, kids are dumb. I waited for what felt like hours, but was probably like five minutes, and poked my head out from under the blanket. Bambi was back to its original position against the wall. I got up, turned the light on, because fuck you, Billy Bob, and tried to lay back down

to sleep. I fell asleep for what felt like ten minutes, and then woke up again. This time, Bambi had friends. Bambi floated above my head, a stuffed rabbit was floating near the wall by the door, and a stuffed squirrel was on my fucking pillow. This sounds like a really bad acid trick. I hate this. I noped out of there so fucking fast that I'm pretty sure my legs looked like the roadrunners and ran across the house to bang on Billy Bob's door. My mom tried to calm me down and walked me back to my room thinking that Carol was just playing another dumb trick on me, which I'm not going to lie, I was totally thinking

maybe it's Carol being a cunt. Carol has like, uh, like animatronic. But maybe it's like, maybe it's dark in there. She just woke up and Carol like set shit up to make it look, you know. When we got there, everything was where I I left it except they weren't floating. Bambi had dropped onto my bed with one antler broken and the other stabbed into my pillow. The rabbit looked like it had been thrown against the wall and the squirrel was on the floor next to my palette, missing its fucking head. Oh, I bet Billy Bob's gonna be pissed too.

What? Because his like taxidermy shit is ruined. She walked to Carol's room and found her snoring her hair-y ass off. So it definitely wasn't her being a dickbag again. I ended up staying in the living room for the rest of the night with all the lights I could reach turned on and wrapped in a giant blanket. What makes a person a murderer? Are they born to kill or are they made to kill?

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I would have, like, if I was your mom, I would have slept with you. I know. Yeah, no literally. I fell asleep sitting up at one point and was awoken abruptly when I heard a faint whispering in my ear. Are you asleep yet? No. Fucking spookies.

I'm seven and terrified. Leave me the fuck alone. I ended up staying awake in the living room until the sun came up and begged to move to an empty bedroom. The next night I struggled to sleep again because the spooky spooky thought it would be funny to flicker my lights and turn the clock radio on and off always to static.

The whispering also continued, but this time it was things like, you smell like my wife. And what the fuck? I wonder what your flesh tastes like. What? Ah! I gotta go. Except it was all in a deep, growling voice.

Like calm down, Bundi. Ew. So he's later like, you smell like my wife. It's like funny now, but imagine me insane. I can't imagine being 35 in here in that. He's waking up to like, you smell like my wife. What if the fish take like? Like, ah.

It's scary. He's wrong with my wife? What are you searching for? Like, what? I'm scared. You smell like my wife. Like, I turned to like real country. I feel like I've been listening to so much watch my crap and said, I just want to say, I smell like my bitch wife. I listen to watch my crap and say,

I don't make you so happy. A few other incidents happened, but the details are fuzzy, since I'm pretty sure my seven-year-old brain decided to block it all out for my own sanity. Small side note, they never found the squirrel head. I was gonna ask about that. My mom ended up taking me to my auntie's house

to stay most week nights and every weekend. Thanks auntie for taking an a scared seven-year-old and teaching me about sage and other ways to cleanse yourself and your home of these Damon bastards. Wow, what a good auntie. I'm also like a little mad at your mom right now. I'm really glad that everything got fixed but I'm mad at your mom.

Okay, I'm not a little mad at your mom. Like super glad you have an awesome relationship now. Like evolving is a good thing. Everybody can change. But like, I'm so mad at your old mom. Like I'm mad at who she was. Yeah, me too. I'm very angry.

Luckily the relationship ended after a couple of months. Yeah. And we never had to see Billy Bob's haunted Hill Billy-ass or his evil daughter again. Oh my God. I'm currently living in a house with a couple of friendly spooky boys. We have an understanding.

They don't fuck with me or my babies. And I don't sage their spooky asses into oblivion. But I hope you enjoyed my story. Sorry for rambling a bit, but I'm trash. Sup Ash. Hey, I love you both so very much. And would love to see a live show if you ever pop up in my state.

Well, please don't say it out loud. If you end up reading this report, I was like, oh, she said it. I just, you know what? I'm going to put a beep over that because that's just funny. That is funny. Sorry, I said that out loud, but nobody can hear it now. Because a bitch is paranoid.

I feel you. Please, never stop making podcasts. I don't want you. I don't care if it's just you all shooting the shit and talking about random things. I live for the banter and the weirdness. Alaina's giggle is the most infectious and adorable thing ever.

And I feel like I relate to Ash on so many levels. We might as well be best friends. This story made me realize that I related to you on a festival. Yes. Your podcast has become a safe space for me to indulge my spooky true crime addictions. Stay safe and keep it weird, Ash centric. But not oh, I thought you were saying Ash say that.

No. But it's an Ash centric if you want to say it. OK, but that's where you have to live. Hold on. But that's weird that you have the live action cast of Bay and the haunting and attempting to stab you in the face while you sleep in the demons That hunt your mom's hillbilly bitch boyfriend decide that they want to try to make you the next three. I'm snacked You smell like my wife smell like my wife P.S. I've probably read and edited this but it doesn't times it all just looks weird out

It all it all just looks like weird electronic alphabet soup at this point. So I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense. No food to rate. Be that was terrifying. It was terrifying and it just made me very sad. I was, I'm very angry for your younger self. Yeah, I would have been pissed. But you know what, I'm really glad that you and your mom

like made it through and that Billy Bob can go fuck himself and that, you know, you have a good relationship now. Yeah, I think that's great. You know, people can change. They can. If they decide to. Yeah. They have to decide too. So I'm glad your mom made that choice. I love that. I'm like very much in like a mom. Yeah. Yeah. I'm like, yeah.

But that's why I'm like, you know what? She has to decide too. And good on your mom for making that decision. Hell yeah. Have your mom call my mom except don't. It's too late. Hell yeah. This one is called that time my grandparents found a murder victim's bloody body in their front lawn. Oh right. Let's do this.

That's the right place huh? Yup. Hi Alina, and Ash, my name is, can I say it? Can I say it? It doesn't say not too. My name is Beth, and I wanted to tell you about the time my grandparents found a dead spoiler alert murdered body in their front yard. Oh.

Back in the fall of 2013, my grandparents were in their early 70s and living the good life in their nice home at the end of a dead end. No but intended. Ha! In rural, I fucking hate that word. South-Ellore. Ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro with them and my grandma had taken them into town to do errands, eat lunch or something. My grandpa stayed home. So my grandpa was doing his thing, likely watching golf and napping, when he got a knock at the door. He goes to the door and is met with multiple police officers with their guns drawn. Whoa! The first thing they do is ask him if he has any guns in the house.

He says he does, because he does. And so they ask him to step outside of the house. I guess where they can control the situation better. One of the officers shows my grandpa a picture on his phone of a woman's face that is clearly all bloody and dead and asks my grandpa if he recognizes or knows this woman. My grandpa is like, no, should I?

What the hell? And the officers say, well, she's out on your front lawn. So what? Like, imagine you're just watching golf and napping and this happens. You just wake up from a nice golf nap and they're like, well, this dead lady's on your front lawn.

So what do you know about it? And he's like, nothing. I don't know anything about that. The officers say that one of the neighbors called 911 after their children all found the body. Apparently, the neighbors' kids were playing and saw something from a distance. So they came to investigate, and unfortunately, they found the body. Ah! Apparently the neighbor's kids were playing and saw something from a distance, so they came to investigate and unfortunately they found the body.

Ooh, that'll change you. My grandpa said that his wife, my grandma, had gone into town a couple hours before with their three grandchildren, and he's pretty sure she would have seen a bloody body on their front lawn when she's left, when she left, so he's pretty sure it wasn't there just a few hours before. I love that he's like, you know, my wife went into town a couple of hours ago. I feel like she would have told me if there was a dead murdered body on our front lawn.

He's like, we just have that under, that kind of relationship and understanding where if she sees a dead body, she'll let me know. It's all about communication in our, in our relationship. So I feel like she would have communicated that to me. Communication is key. Sorry for that nasty ass horse cops just had to come out. This was the middle of the day, remember? So it's not like the body got dumped in the

dead of the night. That's really insane. Wow. Anyway, so the officers are like, call your wife and tell her not to come home right now, which was really smart of them because they didn't want my three young cousins coming into that chaotic scene. So my grandpa calls my grandma and tells her what's going on. And this is a funny little side story that I'm going, that I'm going to go into, but I think it's worth it. My grandpa tells my grandma what's happening and tells her that the police showed him a picture of the woman. He tells her that she had blonde hair, but he couldn't really make out her face because she was so bloody and he didn't think he recognized her. Now my grandma, being the traumatic queen that she is,

immediately makes the connection that my mother, their daughter, has blonde hair. And for no reason whatsoever, begins freaking out that maybe the dead woman is my mom slash their daughter. You know what I can kind of see. Yeah, as a parent, and it's like kind of see that. Who else's dead body is gonna be on your log? Think what happened.

So my grandma tries to call my mom immediately to make sure she's alive, but my mom wasn't working, was working and didn't answer. Which sends my grandma into a tailspin. So my grandma then calls my older sister, who is also at work, because remember it's the middle of a weekday, and my sister answers. The first thing my grandma says to her is, Sarah, have you talked with your mother? Something terrible has happened. And before my sister can answer, my grandma says, oh hold on, I'm getting another call. My grandma literally would do the exact same thing. She'll do that shit all the time. She'll be like, oh my god, I have to tell you the story.

Hang on, I have the other line being in. I have to tell you this terrible thing that I've been up all night. I can't even stop. They'll hold on. There's another line. Hold on, your grandfather just walked in. I'll call you back. Oh my God. What? No, like what? Jesus. She did that to me the other day. She's like, let me call you back in 10, about like something important and then never called me back. I was like, ma, you'll never know. Anyways. And then she switches over to take the other call. What the fuck,

ma, and I think it's ma, my sister has no idea what is going on. And it's obviously starting to freak out. She said she started grabbing her purse and closing down her computer and just preparing to just up and leave work because something is clearly very, very wrong. Well, turns out the other call was my mom calling my grandma back. But my grandma in her tizzy didn't think about that when she switched over for my sister

after giving her a literal heart attack. My God, this is literally my family. This is actually their family. I feel this. This is unreal their family. Like, I feel this. This is unreal. So eventually my grandma switches back over and is like, J.K., everything's fine. I'm just not murdered and not dead on our front lawn.

We all laugh about this story a lot now. Back to the real story. I do told that side story. I needed that. So police questioned my grandpa but quickly figured out he did not murder someone and then just put them outside on his front lawn so they clear him. They process the crime scene and take the body away and tell him that my grandma can come home now and she does and they just like live there again.

They just go to sleep that night. Don't know what happened or why a dead body showed up on their front lawn that afternoon. I can't imagine. showed up on their front lawn that afternoon. I can't imagine. Then you just hear like, if someone was murdered on my front lawn, I would be like, we gotta get a hotel for tonight, man. Like we gotta get out of here.

They just like live there. Yeah. Just go back to living. They just go to sleep that day. Oh my God. So luckily police pretty quickly found out what happened. Sorry, well so glad. Sorry, hold on, it's gonna get real. It's actually quite a sad story, but the woman who was murdered was 66-year-old Barbara

Beers. It's not entirely clear how 30-year-old Tamra Williams ended up in Barbara's car. Either Barbara offered to give Tamra a ride after Tamra asked for one or Tamra car jack-turn. Oh, no. But once inside the car, Tamra stabbed Barbara numerous times and then dumped her body and took off with her car heading to Georgia.

Geez. Tamra was later apprehended in Tennessee, charged with murder, found not guilty by reason of insanity and sentenced to life in a psychiatric facility. Really sad all around. Wow. Wow.

But it is believed that Tamra thought she was turning onto a country road that would lead into the woods where she could dump the body. But then she found herself at the road's end. Remember it was a dead-end road. Oh, yeah. And there were some houses around. So she just panicked and threw the body out of the car and sped off. Like, that's what?

Out of my realm of even thinking. Seriously. But she's like, oh, no woods. Guess I'll just dump this dead body. I just murdered onto a front lawn. I guess that must be the reason why she was found to, insane. So in my grandparents just happened to be the people

whose house she picked in front of and dumped a bloody body out into the front lawns. It's crazy. And for a very morbid ending, after all this, the city put a dead end sign right in front of my grandparents' house. So that I guess future murderers would know that this is not a good place to dump a body. Wow.

And when we all go there for gatherings, we just drive by that sign. And remember the time that a dead body was found in the yard. Stop! And then they provided some links about the story and said, y'all are the best. Thanks for being real-ass, bad, as hilarious, morbid bitches, and giving all of us the morbid weirdness

we need in our lives. Any of you. But damn, what a story. Oh my goodness. I just, I left so hard when she's like, and just like, lived there. They just like went back to living there. They just like went back to living there.

I mean, really, like, what else are you gonna do? You can't just like sell your house, like, right? Your house that you've lived in for how long? No, and then like I was saying like I would go to a hotel But then like would you even want to because then it's like a summer gonna break into your house and like live there? Yeah, I don't know. I don't know why my mind just went to like the murderer would come back Yeah, I mean who know I it would freak me out of your life. I don't know your life. I don't know that murderer's life

I don't either. I don't want it. Who knows it? Fuck it. Only that person staying in my house. I'm doing it. 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 with Missaldine 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 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 Wonder app. All right, moving on. That was a wonderful one. So thank you for that. This one is entitled to part New England, the listen to tail. Yeah, it is. Let's do this. It says, hello, first and foremost, I truly appreciate all your shows and hearing you get excited over New England's specific murder and ghost tales.

As a former Connecticut native living in Memphis, Tennessee, it brings me joy to hear you Freudian slip out your Boston accent and constant use the word wicked. Yes. This is going to be a wicked good lesson. I tell you. It's going to be so good. I get just as excited to hear about these stories close to home

and hope that you will enjoy these wicked tales out of Connecticut. Even if you don't share them on the pod, we are. Here we are, Sharon. I figured that while I was writing to you, I might as well tell you both a murder and a ghostly story, both personally experienced. It's long as fuck, but hey, it's in a puddha fa.

So that's gotta count for something. It counts for everything. It does, it's in a putt-a-fa, so that's got to count for something. It counts for everything. It does, it counts for so much. And you know that, what do you always say, brevity is in our stomachs. Oh, brevity is not something I'm all about, so. Let's see, part one is entitled Murdery Shit. I grew up in a really small town called Andova, Connecticut. I should just do this whole thing in a really exaggerated Boston accent.

For sure. Not to be mistaken with the bougie and affluent town of Andova, Massachusetts. Oh, you're really going to. And no, not in our Andova. I feel like I have to say, Andova. Yeah, you do. There was one stoplight, two gas stations. You get the picture. When I was in the fourth grade, my parents came home one night after attending their high school reunion and brought with them an updated yearbook. Yearbook.

Yearbook. This yearbook highlighted all the wonderful and fucked up things that classmates had done in their adult lives. Yeah, just do it. I like it. I started to tally up all the men and women who had ended up in prison for one thing or another. After 30 minutes of reminiscing on all of the messed up and wicked things these people had

done, my dad turned to me and asked, which are your classmates do you think will end up in prison? Because that's exactly the question you should be asking your 10-year-old child. Without a second thought, I immediately answered, Michael. Yeah, we all have one. We all do. My classmates and I had watched this boy kill bugs in small road and stirring recess. Evacence, we were in kindergarten. Can you say warning signs?

No, but I can say warning signs. Warning signs, kid. Like, you would literally plan out his day shrapening sticks and going on rampages, climbing up trees in an attempt to stab squirrels and chipmunks. As a teacher now, I am very concerned at how the hell my teachers at the time

didn't notice this behavior happening too. Yeah, I'm a little concerned about that. I feel like back then they were probably just like, eh, I don't want to deal with it. Dude, look at that. There he is, just climbing a tree again. He's got parents. Already being a mini-murderino at this time,

I knew that shit was bad news. Unfortunately, our teachers were way too busy disgusting, they're just discussing their torrid affair with one another to give a shit about the little boy killing things on the playground I'm screaming. They're having a taurant of fair. What does that mean again a taurant of fair? Yeah Like like I heated like an affair. Oh like a hot affair. Okay. Like a hot commodity. Yeah, well like like a like a like an affair

I see whenever I hear like they're fucking each other. Oh, okay I was like I was like how do I like their fucking chair? I love that you've clapped your hands to like sign you, they're fucking each other. Oh, okay. I was just gonna say. I was like, how do I, like, they're fucking each other. I love that you've clapped your hands to like, signify that they were fucking. Like, that's what that is. This is how that works. No, because I misunderstood, because I was like, about to say,

I thought an affair was like when you were like, going out on your, on your, yeah, man or woman. No, like an affair can just be, like you can have an affair when you're like single. It's just like an affair. Oh, like a taurant affair. Oh, okay. I see, I be, like you can have an affair when you're like single. It's just like an affair. Oh, like a torrent affair. Oh, okay. I see, I didn't think you could have an affair

when you were single. Yeah, I mean, I'm mostly like an affair so I don't hang on someone. Thank you. You know, they shouldn't be. I'm in this affair because they are co-workers. Yeah. Flash-fawid, 10 years.

All right. I'm in my sophomore year of college and I see a news article saying there has been a murder in my tiny bum fuck town. Immediately the name Michael came to mind, knowing deep down that if anyone in that town was going to be murdered, it would be the the assholes to look for in question. Ends up, Michael had been riding his dirt bike by two men fishing at the town lake. The two exchange words, but then ended up padding ways. A few hours later, Michael rode his dirt bike

to the man's house, shooting him point blank in the front yard while his toddler son watched. Oh, I hate that part of it. Eee. Ah. His toddler son watched his father get shot. Oh my god. Michael claimed that the man had, quote,

disrespected him during the earlier verbal altercation. I'm sure I know. Come to find out, Michael had recently gotten into an altercation and shot a flame thrower into his girlfriend's eyes, blinding her. What is happening with Michael? Michael had recently gotten to an altercation and the just, why does he have a flame thrower into his girlfriend's eyes? Why does he have a flame thrower on his person? Why?

Who's just carrying around flame thrower? What is going on, Michael? This was, I mean, this was from the jump. What even is a flame thrower? What even is a sling? Obviously, what even is a tower of the fat? What is anything anymore? Despite the seriousness of this crime, yeah, I'm like, why was he walking around? Right.

Michael was allowed to return home while awaiting prosecution due to the fact that his girlfriend refused to press charges. Wow, she's a better woman than me. Whoa. She probably just didn't want to go through all the traumaticness of it. I imagine she was terrified. And that's when he murdered this poor innocent man. So he

got out of this and then he did this. All I can say is, teaches, if a student comes up to tell, if a student comes up to you and tells you their classmate is killing things on the playground, please pause the sexy talk with your coworker and do something about it. Pause you to over to Faea. Pause you to it. That was like very New York of you. Uh, part two. Ghostly shit. Yeah. I need that after that.

I figured that well, I'm writing. I might as well make it a tofa. So let me tell you about a haunting straight out of paranormal activity. Look at it. In the tiny town of Hebron, I don't know how to say that, but I'm going to look it up because I'm from New England and that's what I I'm gonna look it up because I'm from New England, and that's what I do. I looked it up, and I was right, I thought I was,

but I got scared, because people get upset about pronunciations. Yeah, they certainly do. But this person's from New England, so I feel like they wouldn't. They get it. That's just me. But I got it right either way, so whatever. Dig-dig-dig-dig-dig, we have a winner. All right, Hebron Connecticut, also known as a location

of one of Ed and Lorraine Warren's most notable investigations, we love that. I was living with my family in a small ranch located next to some old farmland in an abandoned road no longer in use. Hell yeah. Wow. The six of us were sandwiched in that place

like a can of saddeens and learning how to meld our two-step families together. So tensions were already running high. Oh no. What a way to bond. Immediately after moving in, my family band noticed some strange happenings, doors opening, things being moved, voices, you know, all the normal paranormal experiences. Things only began to escalate as time went on. One of the first extreme experiences was when my boyfriend at the time

was babysitting my step-brothers, and the one and only family picture we had in our home came flying off the wall across our living room and shattered on the floor. The ghost was like, you guys don't belong together. I'm gonna shatter this picture. Fuck your family. As if that wasn't fucked up enough. One night, I was sleeping on an air mattress on the living room floor.

I was awakened by the sound of chairs moving. People placing glasses onto a table and the shuffling of playing cards. What? They were literally just like having a balloon night at your house. They're just like, growing out. That's a great group of ghosts. Honestly, that's like our other one,

our other story that was like a spooky boy lives in my house and like, we haven't understanding. I feel like it's just like, okay, play your cards. Go ahead, that's a lot. But like, that's it. Right, that's all you can do. I feel like it's just like, okay, play your cards. Go ahead, that's a lot. But like, that's it. Right, that's all you can do. I sat there a moment only to realize that we didn't have a kitchen table.

Oh no, freak the fuck out. I sat there for a moment not wanting to move. And next thing I know, the aquarium that resided about 10 feet from where I was sleeping was dumped onto me. Oh. Okay, so you guys didn't know. You didn't have an understanding. The communication was not where I was supposed onto me. Oh! Okay, so you guys did not have understanding.

The communication was not where. Oh no, I can just think of like fishy flopping. Yeah, just be like, pop, pop, pop, pop. Well, that feeling of not wanting to move quickly subsided and I ran my ass into my dad's room and attempted to explain why the hell I was soaking wet and our pet frogs were currently happy. I'm sorry.

Our pet frogs were currently hopping merrily about our living room. I kind of love that. Like, I let them freeze. You're just setting free. Things only began to get worse from there. Wait, I need to know did your dad believe you? Like was he mad at you?

What happened? I feel like did you dump out that aquarium water? We having like really intense baby water issues. The doorbell began to go off randomly, despite my dad having disconnected it from any power source. That happened at Mom Puppet Festival. Yeah, it did. We heard footsteps running up and down the hall.

We saw black shadows in our basement. Hell, even packs of coyotes would gather in our yard and stare at our house in unison at night. That happened to Elena the other fucking day. That happened the other night. But when they happened, they were just staring. Yeah, they were pissed. Yeah, they weren't just staring.

They were like screaming. Yeah. It was very ominous. That's very scary. That's really fucking scary. While those occurrences were enough to establish the baseline for one wicked horror movie by themselves, this was unfortunately not the most notable event

from our paranormal experiences. Oh, Tell me. The day my boyfriend and first love broke up with me, yep, the same guy who's there to witness the picture of our family flying off the wall. The angsty teenager I was decided that I would burn all of his shit in a nice little bonfire in my driveway.

Don't you love the teenage thought process? Yes. After ensuring that all items had been sufficiently cinched, I walked my ass back inside to go and cry my eyes out on the couch for a few hours until the rest of my family got home. While sitting there, I heard footsteps going up the stairs from the basement in Garage.

I said, hello, expecting my stepmom or one of my brothers to respond. Nothing. Weirded out, I called, hello once again, and watched as the door began to swing open, with no one there. Fed up with all the ghostly bullshit, and hyped up by teenage heartbreak, I screamed out, for the love of all that is good, not today, demon.

Well, the demonic presence did not like that, and let out the most horrific, growling scream I have ever heard in my life. I just got full chills all over my body. Really fucking scary. Think something straight out of the exorcist. I ran my ass out the back door so fast you could have seen smoke coming off my feet. I sat hysterical next to my pile of burnt-up boyfriend shit and waited for my stepmom to

come home because you could not pay me a million dollars to go back into that house alone. When she finally arrived, I told her word for word what had happened. Avoiding the fact that there was a pile of ash ridden teddy bears and letters still slightly burning in our driveway. She's like, are you also a pilot? She's like, what's happening? We mustered up enough courage to walk into the garage, up the stairs and back into our living space, holding hands the entire time. We turned the corner only to see every single cabinet door, the microwave, fridge, and pull out freezer,

and dishwasher open. This always freaks me out. And the sink blasting out water from the faucet. Yep, just like in paranormal activity too. After turning off the sink and closing up the fridge and freezer, we high-tailed it out of there and drove to the nearest parking lot to await my father's arrival home.

The next day, we put the house up for sale. Oh my god. Damn. You know what's funny? It's like reading this. You're like, oh my god, that's like kind of funny. That like the go, like just picture a demon opening up all your cabinets.

No, no, that's one of the scariest things that can open. No, I know. It literally is so scary, but if you picture it, it's fucking hilarious. But I don't picture them like using their hand to open all the cabinets. I picture them like just like making all the cabinets open. See, I picture them like literally like going one line

and like I'm gonna be an asshole. And that makes me feel better. Yeah, see, I think of it the other way, where they just blast all of them open because they're scariest fuck. Yeah. Because that's usually see, I think of it the other way, where they just blast all of them open, because they're scary as fuck. Yeah. Because that's usually what happens when you see it in like movies. Yeah, like they all just shoot open at once.

Yeah. So I'm like, that's just scary. I don't really know. Containers are like weird with the shit that they do. Yeah, they are. Strange occurrences continue to happen to us. Our friends and family members each time we are present in the house. Hell, the ghosts even fucked with the health class baby doll.

My friends and I had to bring home for a school project. That little shit would not stop crying. That might just be babies. Luckily, the entity did not follow us in our new house, and we are able to find peace once again. Thank you for sticking with this long-ass story, and I hope you keep it weird, but not so weird the north signs of a serial killer and a child who moved into a demon- best at house, anything to add ash? I'm still shook, I think. Uh, not so weird that your cabinets open at once. I don't know, I'm shook by your story, man.

That's, uh, real weird what happened to your cabinets, man. I'm sure all of that murder. Do you make sure you're just like, it's fucking cabinets? Why? I'm stressed about it, but also picture it makes me laugh. I'm stuck.

You know how people get hooked on phonics? You've got hooked on cabinets. I'm hooked on cabinet tree. Wow, that was something. It really was a shit. That was funny. Oh, thank you fellow New Englander. I love New Englander. I appreciate it. I should work out. All right, well, my next one is called Listener Tales. Not so cute after all. This one is from

Gris and I got excited about that because as you all know, I love Gris. Hi, Ash. Shiley. I'm Gris from Hi, Ash. Hi, Alina. I'm Gris from Ottawa, Canada. Hopefully I said that right. I'm about 100 episodes into your podcast. For people who are mostly talking about horrific crimes and creepy demon things, you sure have been making me happy. You also jiggled some of my brain cells and brought back a memory.

I haven't thought of in a long time. This happened about 25 years ago and I will almost certainly get some of the details wrong, but this is how I remember it. I took a law class in grade 12 and we went on a field trip to the provincial courthouse. The assignment was to pick a courtroom, observe the proceedings, and then write a report about it. It's a big city with a big courthouse and we all dispersed when we got there. Most of my classmates got to watch people bicker about to boorce or parking tickets or something. I wandered alone down a bland hallway and slipped into the back of a random courtroom with absolutely no idea what was going on inside. This is already amazing. I really want to do that someday. The trial I wandered into had been going on for some time already, so there was no opening statement when I got there to explain any of what

this was about. They just got right into it. Both the defendant and the guy they brought to the witness box were my own age. They were dressed all spiffy for court and they were pretty cute. I thought at least until the witness started talking. The kid said that he was with a group of friends, all teenagers, and they were out walking super late at night when they saw a guy they knew who owed them some kind of money for drugs. It didn't say some kind of money for drugs. It didn't say some kind of money.

I don't know why it says that. Oh, the kind of money. Some money for drugs. It would prefer US dollars, but if they were gonna give loonies and tunies, that's okay. Just some kind of money. When Apple E will work on Tuesday.

Now they demanded the money, but he said he didn't have it. So they kidnapped him. Oh, okay. No big deal. Oh, cool. I forget how. And they took him into a house on in the What by by word market

That was really hard to say by word. That's all I word. Yeah. I wanted you to say like briar word for some reason Now that's kind of a touristy downtown neighborhood where there are a lot of outdoor market stalls And a lot of the houses around there are pretty old one of the teenagers was house sitting there for a man who was on vacation. I wanna know why that man trusted the CD keyator. The kid on the witness stand was telling his story as casually as if he were talking about a movie he saw or something. The teenagers dragged the kidnapped guy down to the basement.

Most of them smoked some pot and played guitar in the rec room while the defendant who had tied the kidnapped guy to a chair in the workshop tortured the guy. I don't think it was super clear whether he was still thinking he might actually get the money from the victim at that point or if he was just reacting to not getting the money. That's like, that's so scary.

You're just torturing someone for like what you didn't give me money. So now I'm just going to, in the fact that it's that it's not clear if he really wanted the money after that, or if he just wanted to torture someone. It's like that kid was gonna end up in prison for something some day. Yeah. The witness that he popped into the workshop at one point to see what was going on,

and the defendant was doing something to the victim with electrical cords. What? If you know how to do something to somebody with electrical cords, that's like hillside stranglership. Leave and cover them yet, but like, just wait. I don't want to.

Yeah. Then the witness went back out and listened to some music and hung out with his body's a little while back here. Oh yeah. I love that he was like, you know what? Let's just like jam. Yeah, he's like, you know what? I see that you're working with electrical cords.

So like, I'm gonna head back. Like head back. I'm gonna vibe out a little bit back here. You let me know when you're done. The vibes in here aren't exactly immaculate, so I'm going to go to where we are viving to try to get it better in there. You guys don't seem like you're viving. Hi, hi, hi, hi.

He returned to second time and said he thought the victim was still alive at that point, too, but he wasn't sure because he was kind of slumped in the chair. What he was sure of was that at some point that night, the defendant killed the man that they'd kidnapped. Oh my god. Damn. So yeah, evidently this was a murder trial. Yeah. That's so. The kids then had a body to do. That law class really did you good. I know. Good job. I declared this some murder trial. We've got a molla. The kids had a body to dispose of and this was a tricky situation because they didn't have a car and they were right downtown. But at least part of the basement had a dirt floor so they decided to wrap the body in trash bags, bury it in the floor and hope for the best.

I think they also said they dismembered it but I'm not sure why. Wow. Another teenage witness came up and told basically the same story. She looked so gosh darn normal while sounding like a complete sociopath. Wow. That was it. Time was up and I had to go catch the bus and get back to school. Imagine going back to school after like tuning into that. I'd be like, no. That's when you came over.

I never heard what happened to the man whose house it was. Yeah, he just came home from like his vacation. Yeah, they were supposed to be house sitting. He came home and presumably found a mangled murder victim in his basement. I read the newspaper every day looking for an article so I could learn the rest of the story. But all I ever found was a tiny blurb and a couple pages in with barely enough information for me

to be sure it was about the trial I'd watched. It said the kid was convicted. I guess since everyone involved was a minor, there were limits on what they could publish. Oh, yeah. Yeah. And that's a good trick. People like to remind me that the reason the world seems to be going to hell in a hand basket these days is because media loves to jump on anything horrific and then gets beamed around the whole world in seconds, making these things seem more common than they really are. But this happened right here and not a lot of people know, kind of makes you wonder how often these things happen and we don't find out. So that's my story. Keep it

weird and just say no to drugs. But if you say yes, maybe pay your dealer up front. Wow. Damn. That is so messed up. And that was such a good point. It's so true. Like, you and I were talking about something that happened near us lately. And I was like, oh, I didn't even hear about that. Yeah, it's true. Things happen all the time we don't know about. I think it's a coping mechanism that a lot of people have where they say, like, oh, well, they only report on the bad stuff, so that's all your hair. And it's like, yeah, sure.

That's 100% true. But think about all the bad stuff we're not hearing about. Exactly. Like, they're just picking the biggest thing. They're like cherry picking. Never mind all these other crazy. Because how many stories have we covered that were like, I didn't even know this existed and it's some of the most horrific shit you'll ever hear. Or even on like crime countdown when we talk about stories on there, I'm like, what?

I don't know what it has happened. How did I not know this happened? Or like, how is this person not on every like scariest killer list ever? Yeah, literally. Like no one knows who they are. It's really wild. It is. It's sad too. Wow. So, why don't we end on a spooppy haunted theater? Why don't we?

Where a murderer may have buried someone. And there's pictures. And there's pictures. Oh. Hey there, Ash and Alaina. I am Laura. I don't know how to start, so I'm going to fan girl here for a minute and say how much I love you guys.

I listen to you well at work and my coworkers think I'm weird. And Ash, I'm with you too. I enjoy reading tarot cards for all my friends. Anyways, I will get on with the story. It's a long one, so bear with me. Alina's a witch too, guys. I'm like a sciencey witch. Yeah, we'll go with that.

The theater used to be a church at one point and was transformed to you guest it a theater for place. It is located in downtown Louis de Nojaya where I grew up, but the murders happened before my time. I will add photos so you can see it. I'm going to start with the murders first, then go into the hauntings. That seems like a good way to do it. Yeah, I like that.

It's like the other one I needed the haunting. Yeah, you got to get me the murder first and then end on the haunting. This all started with a girl named Christina White who who was 12 years old, going missing, oh, 12. In April of 1979, she was at a friend's house and was going to ride her bike home. She called her mom and told her she felt overheated. Her mom told her to cool down with a cold wet rag and then come home when she felt better.

But this young sweet child never made it home and she was never found. The second victim was Kristen Davis. She was a 22-year-old attending the University of Idaho. On June 26, 1981, she decided to take a lengthy bike ride from Moscow and Vienna to Louis, in Idaho. Which is like, I don't know why I just said Indiana. That was weird. I do that stuff all the time.

Randomly, I'll just look at a word and just say it totally different word. Because your brain doesn't read all of the letters. It just like fills in the middle. Yeah, sorry. So that was weird. She decided to take a lengthy bike ride from Moscow. Idaho to Louis in Indiana. Idaho. Oh my god. Why am I saying Indiana? She rode her bike from Moscow. Idaho to Louis tonight. What is happening? What happened in Indiana that my brain is trying to lie down out here. I know. We're going to talk about Indiana.

Wouldn't it be weird if you got to the end and like it had to do something with Indiana? Yeah. What is that about? I don't know. Okay. We'll see, I guess. I mean, to be something going on in Indiana. You read the word Washington yesterday and said Massachusetts.

I sure did. I sure did. So I feel like something's happening. We just read a lot of guess. Yeah. Our brains are like stop. Whatever. A bike ride from Moscow, Idaho to Lewiston, Idaho, which is like 32 miles.

That's really long. That reminds me of the Tarakalaka. I know, I was thinking that too. So good for her to do that, because I wouldn't even make it two miles. I would barely make it once. Let alone the hill down to Lewiston is super steep and I would die.

Anyway, she was said to stop and talk to a man in a brown van and she went missing. On July 4th in the same year, a fisherman found a garbage bag containing her dismembered body. Oh, sweetie. The other three victims went missing on the same day on September 12th, 1982. Brandi Miller, Christina Nelson, and Stephen Pierce, what is it? Pierce all. I just want to make sure I said that right. Pierce all. Brandy and Stephen knew each other through the theater.

Stephen, who was 35, was like a big brother to Brandy, who was 18. Christina and Brandy were roommates and they were walking to Safeway to go shopping when they weren't seen again. And no one knows what happened to Stephen. Keep this fact in mind for later on. That's ominous. On March 19, 1984, the skeletons of Christina and Brandy were found in Kendrick on a hillside. The story was that they were tossed off the side of a grade and rolled down and stopped at the base of a tree. Some length of cords were found near their remains. That's fucked.

How this all ties together is that the suspect is 36 year old Lane Voss. He was active in the theater. He had a past of crime. When he was 17, he was picked up for attempted burglary outside of a mortuary, housing the recovered body of a drowned teenage girl. He was found with a knife, flashlight, and camera.

When he was questioned, he could not be clear on his reasons, but I bet it was something gross. I'm willing to say that as well. So he pled guilty for trespassing and completed probation. When he was the suspect of the recent murders, he refused to cooperate with the police. He refused to polygraph test in any further interviews. Hmm, gee, that's not suspicious at all.

A voice stress analyst analysis was performed and suggested deception. And guess what, this cowardly slimy worm did. He moved to North Carolina. Ding ding, we have a winner. The local police knew 99% that he was the guy but had no hard evidence to hold up in court so they could not pursue. Again, this is like Tarah Calico. It really is. So the theater has many rumors as to why I chanted. There is this room that the cast of the place called the shoe room. It is a room full of costumes and shoes.

I know, not very inventive. I was just gonna say why is it called the shoe room? People who go into the room have been known to get pushed, scratched, and come out with bruises. Really? This room has been rumored to have a body buried under the cement of the floor. Remember Steven Pierceall?

Well, rumors have it that he is the one who is buried. My goodness. There is also known to have been a bride that walks up and down the aisles, of course, this a bride. Some weird things happen on the stage as well. I've known people who are in plays and they have said they hear voices as they're waiting to go on stage. They see shadows where they're not supposed to be any, and people get pushed when standing

on the side waiting for their part to go on. Ooh. So this is my older sister's story. When she was a teenager, sooner friends went to the theater one night to explore. They started up in the light and sound box. They had candles and other objects out, and we're trying to communicate with the ghosts. They asked if anyone was up there

and to put down one of the seats in one of the aisles. She and her friends watched as the seat was pushed down and stayed down as if someone was sitting in it. Oh, dude. Next, they went to the stage. My sister said that she heard her name being called right behind her. As she turned around to see if it was one of her friends, there was no one there. After this happened, she noped right on out of there.

I always went, how do they know our name? I know. That's because they're magical. I know. They're from a different realm. I know. I've been going to play with my mom for years, as long as I can remember. Every time I go to the large, every time I go, the large chandelier in the middle of the room, never stop spinning. There are also seats that are reserved for some of the spirits that reside in the theater.

I love when a place is amazing. That's amazing. That's amazing. That's amazing. That's amazing. That's amazing. Just embrace it. Hell yeah.

Embrace it. I love that. I asked about the seats one night, and apparently if they do not do this, the plays have issues such as lights won't work and sound. I love that the spirit's are like, you give me season tickets to this whole season. Or I'll fuck everything up for you.

Or I won't fuck it all up for everyone else. I love it. I want to see every show, I want every music, all. It's like a Karen ghost. I love it. I'd like a discount. I want it. And sometimes the main characters have gotten hurt in the past.

Oh no. They decided to permanently keep those seats off limits. Greedy selfish ghosts. Anyway, my experience was the last time I was there. I was about 21 and my mom and I were at a play. It wasn't a busy night, so there were lots of seats open. My mom and I sat pretty much in the middle of a row. We were sitting there chatting and I felt my hair get flipped.

Like someone ran their fingers up my hair. Oh no, no, no. I turned around to see the weirdo who was touching me and there wasn't anyone walking by. The only people there were on the end of the row behind us. If someone did touch me, they would still be walking by. My mom asked me what was wrong because I was looking around and weirded out.

I told her something touched me. She believes and goes, too, so she just said, oh, maybe they were trying to get your attention. I'm like, I just want to watch the play and we continue the night. Well, that's it for the haunted murder theater. Remember to keep it weird. Yes, here are some photos and she has photos of the theater. Asuka, say, but not so weird that it goes, touches your head. Yeah, none of that. I don't want that at all. Oh, Christina White was like the cutest thing. She was. Oh, I can't even.

What a cool looking theater. I know. We'll I can't even. Oh, what a cool looking thing. I know. We'll have to post a photo, because that's really cool. Oh, I like that it's not like gigantic, too. Like it looks like pretty. Like there's a lot of seats, but it's like compact. Yeah. That's a cool chandelier as well.

Guys, Stephen Peresol was like a problem. I know, he was adorable. I wanted to see the cutest. Yeah, that makes me sad. Wow. Oh my god, did you see the picture, are there its suspect? No, I didn't even see that.

He is really creepy. He's a real angry, right? He's got like a handle bar mustache, not that that's creepy, but like it's creepy if you're already creepy. Creepy. Oh, no, thank you. Yeah.

And he has those eyes. Yeah, no, thank you. Oh, man, that's so terrifying. I'm gonna leave now. All right, my dudes. Well, that was really fun. Wow. Thank you for sending these in. Keep on sending them. We love them. They make us happy. They make us scared. They make us sad. They make us thoughtful. They just make us feel. They do all the emotions. Everything. So thank you. Thanks so much. And we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it

much and we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird but not so weird that Billy Bob and a floating fucking head is hanging over you while you're sleeping because that's really fucked up not so weird that you just dump a murder victim on top of somebody's grandparents long because that's really rude of you not so weird that you accidentally stumble into a high profile case and then you never find out what happens from it always keep it so weird that you're from New England because those are the best people and the Connecticut is the best too I love you guys and definitely don't keep it so weird that you are in a spooky haunted movie theater where

people are just like playing with your hair and keep it so weird that when you're in the afterlife you can just go to free theater shows. Yeah. Get season tickets when you're done. I'm finna keep it that weird to that. Alright, love you guys. Bye. Thank you. Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to Morvid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music.

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