Morbid - Listener Tales 32

Episode Date: September 4, 2021

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash, and I'm Elena. And this is pre-October morbid. Yes! Happy pre-motherf fucking October. It is spooky season. Oh, that looks so great. Oh, Fissially. Oh, Fissially.

Do you know who says that? Who? I was just going to say that sounds familiar. I love that the best. But yeah, welcome. And welcome to the first listener tales episode of pre-October. It's a story that's been a long time familiar. I love that the best. But yeah, welcome and welcome to the first listener tales episode of pre-October.

Yes, bitch. And in case you're new here, pre-October is just September. In case you couldn't put those together. But, you know, we don't really like to call it September because we're boring. Everything is really just in reference to October, which is the greatest month of the year. Everything is all relative to October.

And I know that sometimes you feel like, oh my God, it's fall, everybody's obsessed with fall. And it's like, but there's something in the air. It is a magic. It makes me feel warm inside. Because I like winter too. It's like the start, I think you know what it is. Fall is the start of all the holidays

that you spend with your fam, like cozy. It's cozy and smooth. The best food. I can wear a sweater so I can eat all the extra food. Like guys, I've already made two pumpkin loaves with a maple butter frosting. Yeah, and step back for a second.

Sit down, sit down, because that is the best shit I've ever eaten in my life. I had a piece for breakfast tonight. It's so good for breakfast with coffee. You know what? I'll post the recipe because it's a recipe I found online. So I'll repost it because that person who made it, who? Sorry if you hate this word, but it is the moistest fucking. It is. Because I hate that word too, but like bitch. It is. It's great. I'll post the recipe for sure. I'll put it on my social and then I'll put it

in the show notes even because, do what? What's, you know what, let's give that person a bunch of traffic to their cooking blog because they're bad ass. And I use their recipe every single year. It's so good. My grandma loves it.

We dropped it off. She does, yeah. I made her a loaf and I also made pumpkin pasta. And that was really good too. Was it like a sage butter sauce? Where did you get that recipe? Was that? I got that one on half baked harvest.

I thought so. If everybody's looking for some really good meals and easy, like I know this is not a cooking podcast, but it's fall. It's fall. It's a listener tales episode and also it's the time to cook delicious things if you want to. Half baked harvest. I think her name is Tegan.

Tegan, yeah. She's amazing. I have all her cookbooks. And her stuff, there to bake tarbist. I think her name is Tegan. Tegan, yeah. She's amazing. I have all her cookbooks. And her stuff, there's like one pot meals. There's quick stuff, there's vegetarian stuff. There's meat stuff. And it's like all different cool shit that you would not like pumpkin pasta.

And like, you know, sweet potato, nokey. And like all this delicious stuff. So go check it out. Hella linked that to. Why not? Yeah, I'll post her. I'm gonna give you all the food stuff in this episode. Yeah, I'll post her insta on my instead.

So good. And I have all her cooking books. And every time she posts something on Instagram, I write down the recipe. Oh yeah. Because a lot of people, I'll mention cooking things are as well. And people will be like, oh, can you post the recipe, and I forget a lot of times?

I know. So I'll definitely post this for you guys, because it's the time to cook delicious things if you are able to and want to. Yeah. So do it. Now that we've talked about fall food, should we listen to tail it up? I think we should listen to tail it up. Are you going first, or am I going first?

I will go first. Okay, love it. Mine is called Witch's Worse, Creepy Nudity, or Shirt, Tied Iden Blood. I would go with Shirt, Tied and Blood, probably. I would Shirt, Tied and Blood, I said. Honestly, I'd say it's kind of a toss up, depending on the situation.

Yeah, because nudity is like, okay, nude, but like creepy nudity takes it to a different place. Exactly. Let's find out. It says, hey guys, just, nude, but like, the nude, the nude, the nude, the nude, takes it to a different place. Exactly. Let's find out. It says, hey guys, just like everyone, I wanna start out by saying how much I adore listening to you too, you two are so funny and relatable. Thanks.

I love the goofy banter, thank you, because we just gave a perfect example. No, or welcome. Thank you. It makes me feel like I'm hanging out with friends rather than having a couple of boring stiffs talk at me. I love that. We never want it to feel like that.

It's my favorite compliment. We just want to vibe with y'all. If you ever want to do a live show at a historic 200 seat theater in a town of less than 1500 people in one of the most inaccessible rural places in the lower 48, let me know. I'll hook you up. Hi, this is me letting you know. Honey, we're going to talk after this. Hello.

This sounds amazing. Letting you know. I'm not even kidding. We're talking after this is me letting you know. Honey, we're going to talk after this. Hello. This sounds amazing. Letting you know. I'm not even kidding. We're talking after this. So thank you. Below you will find a 100% true story that happened years ago to my husband and myself. It starts out bad. Has what seems like a happy ending, then blindsides you with a roundhouse to the testicles, just giving you fair warning. I love it. Both hubs and I are kind of... You said testicles, but it's such a... I thought I said testicles. Maybe I miss her, do you know?

I thought you said that. Either way, it's gonna roundhouse kick you. It's gonna either roundhouse you in the testicles or the testicles. Depends on who you are. Both hubs and I are kind of professionals now. Baha-aha, gasp, gas snort giggle. You don't know how ridiculous that is for us, but true.

And also, don't really know what happened to the main character in any real sense. So please don't use names. I didn't put any names in the story, so it probably shouldn't be too hard. That's I call it. Thank you for doing that. Because sometimes your brain just, my brain reads too fast. That's why I fuck up on my words. Yeah.

And then I'm like, oh, and I said the name, and then it's like, oh, fuck. That's what happens to me. I always I'm like, oh, and I said the name and then it's like, oh, fuck. That's what happens to me. I always end up like, whoops, I said the name and then I feel terrible and then I, I, I, it's just a lot. It's a fuck up. So I really appreciate you not putting the names in if you don't want me to read them. Also this is really long, but the details really make the story in my opinion. Get on your boots, put your rig in full-wheel drive and away we go.

A rig now? You do. I live in the northern Rockies and have spent a ton of time exploring all the legit middle of nowhere that can be found in Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, Wyoming, et cetera. I was just talking about Montenegro. You were.

One thing hubs, one thing hubs and I always seek out are natural hot springs for soaking. I love that that's the thing you do. Why is that your vibe? That's very relaxing. I love that. I love that. Can't that be my vibe, right? As you can imagine, you meet a lot of characters at these places. I would think. I've talked with my fair share of trust fund hippies, in quotes, transients, off the gritters, crunchy spiritualists, witches, colos and weirdos. Unfortunately, many like to bathe nude, and you can see a lot of wrinkly tits and bits that you'd be very, very much rather not seeing.

This story occurs at one such hot spring. It was towards the end of a two week road slash camping trip, and we're planning on spending one last night at a pretty remote hot spring a few hours from home. When we got there, it was late morning, and decided we would go up and have a soak before we set up our tent and stuff. We arrived at the gravel parking area at the trailhead. There were already two rigs there. A new or Subaru outback and a pickup that was straight

out of a 70s horror flick. You're ready. I love it. Now I myself happen to have my very own 1973 four miles to the gallon indestructible rust bucket with gun racks, what 45 years of unwashed mud and dust, and unidentifiable smell stains and sounds amazing. So we actually were lightly mocking the new Subaru owner. Oh Brody, where am I going to get my almond milk latte out here and completely ignored the murder machine. We completely ignored the murder machine. I love that. As you walk up the trail to the hot spring, there are several undeveloped camp spots.

Flat areas with rock rings for fires, no toilets, no tables. There was one with a bunch of nice new gear. Brodie, I forgot the organic free-range eggs for breakfast, including a variety of expensive high-tech women's clothes hanging around, coolers, firewood, and food strung up in the trees and fancy bear-proof containers. At the very next spot, there was an old torn up and duct taped back together, single-person pup tent.

It looked like someone pulled it out of the dumpster behind the Army surplus store 20 years ago and used it daily ever since. The front flap was open, and the only thing inside was a single, ratty, stained blanket. Ooh, gross. There was nothing else at the site,

no evidence of a fire, no clothes, nothing. At this point, hubs and I were lamenting how annoying it is when someone camps right next to you at an empty campground, but still didn't think much of it. That would be me doing that because I'd be like, we are camping right next to the only other people. We are friends. This is happening.

We continue up the hill to the hot spring. First, let me describe this hot spring. Oh, thank you for doing that. Do it. Imagine a hot tub made out of rocks that someone stapled to the side of a cliff. Okay. Now make that the prettiest thing you've ever seized. The trail ends directly at three narrow steps that go into the pool. This sounds beautiful. It does. It is the only access point in and out. One side is a really steep waterfall of hot water.

The other sides are like an infinity pool. Water runs off the edges down a hill that is basically a 90 degree cliff that falls 200 feet into a white water section of the river. It is beyond stunning. It sounds like it. Kicturing that I'm literally feeling calm. Yeah, right. Was that reiki?

I loved that, thank you for this, right? I'm feeling it. Now as we approach, I can see a man sitting on the steps, effectively blocking the entire way in and out of the pool. Root. As we walk up to his back, as we walk up his back as to us, he was rail thin and filthy with matted looking shaggy gray hair. He was definitely naked.

But you know again, soaking naked is just a thing at hot springs. You get used to it. Personally, I get a sunburn and moonlight, so I always have swim shorts and long sleeve rash guard because sunscreen is expensive, y'all. I feel this so hard. Yes, so hard.

I got a long sleeve bathing suit this year because sunscreen is expensive. And I also have the world's most sensitive skin. That's literally, and when you said I get sunburn in moonlight, Me too. There's not one part of me that doesn't feel that. Like literally. Like, so I can be next to a lamp in my house

and I'll get a sunburn. I put my arm out the window and I literally am burned within three seconds. Oh yeah, I have more freckles on like my right arm to my left because it's like near the window a lot. That's really funny. Yeah. Hey there, fellow podcast listener, it's Elena.

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Episode by Episode. Slacy. Follow the rewatcher Buffy the Vampire Slayer, wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Darryl, Darryl, Darryl, Darryl, Darryl! Now, however, he was sitting one step down and hella man spreading, so he was definitely waggling the bait and bobbers at eye level for anyone in the pool. Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, Ick, fidgety, tense, and clearly very, very uncomfortable. Oh, that makes me angry. I know. They see us approaching before the guy hears us. They look up and see our librarian who married Sasquatch Act coming up into the...

Coming to view up the hill. And you can just see them tear up with a relief. Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness. That hurts my heart. Librarian who married Sasquatch Act. I love that. I love the thought is who you guys are. That's great.

At this point, the guy notices their attention behind him and whips around. He gives us this look that froze my fucking bones. I've never before and never since had seen such Malice and Anger on someone's face. He almost immediately goes completely blank though. Like someone pushed a button and turned him off. He turns back towards the girls without saying a word.

At this point, I see he's got a gnarly pack with a rifle and a pistol sitting on top. Oh, okay. Of course, this is grizzly country, so both hubs and I were also carrying weapons and bear spray. So not an immediate, not an immediate red flag that he had guns with him, but it did ratchet up risk level of the situation and the girls clearly had nothing of the sort. Also on top of his pile of clothes was a grungy tie-died shirt. It was clearly tie-died

because it had the iconic swirl pattern. But yeah. But wasn't bright psychedelic colors. It was a symphony of pale tans, dirt browns, and a rusty color that looked like dried blood. I actually made the joke as we walked back down the hill later that it looked like he tied dyed it in shit and blood. Yeah, that is not it. That's it, sir. We set down our stuff close to the edge,

within reach at all times, if we enter the pool and sit near the steps. We then stand by the stairs, and I brightly chirp, excuse me, sir, can we get in doing my best oblivious blonde routine? Yes, queen, me at all times. The man stands up and leans a little over to one side, clearly expecting us to squeeze past him

and go further into the pool. Now, my hub's is a big dude. He's tall, he's muscular, and he's chubby. He also is one hairy mofo, expecting us to squeeze past him and go further into the pool. Now my hub is a big dude. He's tall, he's muscular, and he's chubby. He also has one hairy mofo, and he owns that shit with majestic chest back carpets. LAUGHTER The majestic chest and back carpets.

He's also one hairy mofo, and he owns that shit with majestic chest slash back carpets, an enormous beard, and after two weeks camping, some serious dock-a-brown hair. I am picturing your husband. Good for you. I'm picturing Cal Drogo. He looks amazing, sweetie.

I love it. Like, good for you. I love. Not exactly someone who looks easy to push around, but does look like someone I'd want to jump. Please, roar. Oh my god, I love that you god. I love that you rar I love that you are Remember when we would send up into people on fucking a. O. L.

I don't like that. Rar That was so sassy. I love you so much. I love when people are just like unabashedly in love with their spouse It just gave me like such I was like I love that you're like oh I don't want to jump him. You don't love that is that it's like rare now I was just gonna say how sad is it that we're like oh my god This is so cute that you still want to jump your husband. Yeah, I want I want everyone to feel that way Yeah, I aspire I aspire to have that love for yours to come Oh, yeah, I should always like just you should always want to jump

I'm gonna say raw to drew when I get home later. So always want to raw at your person. Raw. I love that. So there was no way Hubs was going to be able to get past the guy without spooning him, getting to at least second base and pitching them both into the water. Also, no fucking way where we going to let him block the entrance to the pool with us in there.

No. So Hubs pulls out the jolly green giant routine and chuckles and pats his beer belly and makes self-depreciating marks about how the guy will have to move further into the pool because Hubs won't be able to get past him. The guy just kind of stands there and stares at us. Hubs his face slowly starts to shift from cheerful to kind of menacing himself.

I love this for your husband. Of course, anyone who knows him knows he's the sweetest, squishiest, gentlest, butterball of a man you can find. I love your love. I love your arm back at the top of you. However, he will go from teddy bear to Wolverine in five seconds. If he fails, he's got to defend somebody.

And those girls were definitely seeming like they needed defending. I'm literally obsessed with your husband. I love that he was like going in there like right now. He was like, I will help you. Ready to brawl. So while he was being all ho ho ho young Santa with a belly like a bowl full of jelly, there was a clear don't try me buddy in his eyes too.

Meanwhile, I'm just standing there pretending to be in oblivious dits. All goofy smiles, hoping he decides to back down. Also remember, this guy's wearing nothing but his birthday suit and grime. Oh, I forgot about that actually. Oh, boys, Nate. So I'm trying to avoid eye contact with either the upstairs or downstairs set of balls. Yeah.

The guy eventually grumbled inside, but moved across the pool to sit close enough to one of the girls that their thighs were touching. What the fuck? At that point, the girl leapt up and swam over to me and made some aesonine exclamation about my clothes, but was really just trying to get away. Well, I fucking hate this, man. Her friend also came over and we made high-pitched, chatty small talk while Hubs clearly positioned himself between the three of us and the dude.

Good. Hubs hoping to calm the situation, tries to make small talk with the guy, but can't get him to give even more than one word. Vegas fuck answers to anything. Until he asks about the model of the guy's rifle, the guy then begins to talk in a fever pitch about all the things he shot with that gun. Hubs is a hunter, so he tried to carry the conversation

along safe lines. You prefer white tail or... I'm not lilies. Is that it? I don't know. I think it's muleys. You prefer white tail or... I'm really? Muleese? Is that it? I don't know. I think it's Muleese. You prefer white tail or muleese? Yeah, I pulled a moose tag last year, but never saw one all season.

But the guy just wanted to talk about the thrill of taking down a predator and all the stuff he's poached. Like, okay, fucking most dangerous day. That's it's like, calm down. With a healthy dose of, quote, god damn fucking government can't tell me what I can and can't kill Now while this is extra creepy in context you actually come across the occasional and unfortunately not so occasional Ass wipe with these opinions in the area we are from so it wasn't a super huge red flag at the time just oh shit one of those

Clowns That he's like I'm just gonna kill whatever I want. Yeah. Those red flags are starting to add up, though. I was gonna say, all of these together. Yes, get it. After about a half hour of this, the girls exit the pool talking about how they're gonna make lunch, as they get out, the man's eyes never leave them. As they get about ten yards down the trail, the guy starts to mutter, fucking self-righteous whores.

Look at those slut outfits. I bet those filthy concert. Oh! Wow! Are a very horrible term, derogatory term for lesbian. Yeah, I know it. Fuck officer. Yeah.

And he said, I know it. Slut outfits, like my bathing suit, and you're naked. You're really like your ass. You're a slut. You are naked, sir. And she says, we of course are horrified. But before I can launch into a tongue-lashing that would paint a gigantic bullseye

in the middle of my forehead for this bastard, hubs kind of awkwardly chuckles and babbles something to the effect of not really any of our business. Is it doesn't impact me who other people love? If I was a woman, I'd be a lesbian too. Ha-ha-ha. I'm like, I just just trying to be like, I don't want this guy to kill me,

but I gotta make sure he knows that that's fucked up. Yeah, exactly. The guy ignores him and then looks directly at me and says, women are the root of all evil. Eve led Adam into the original sin. I'd be like, you need to get the fuck away from me. Yeah, I'd be like, before I get you. I gotta leave.

Now, I've had a beat to let my brain catch up to my mouth for the most part, and recognize starting an argument here probably isn't the wisest thing. I think you are being smart. But I'm also an irredeemable fucking smart ass. Oh yeah. I feel that on such a high level.

So I responded with, well, what the fuck do you expect from a rib? Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! That's true.

Such a good way to describe it's true. That's a great way to describe it's true. The fuck do you expect from a rib? The fuck do you expect from a rib? The fuck do you expect from a rib's true. Ah, and she said, which has been my all-time favorite response in so many situations, ever since I heard a kid say to a man,

a nun in fucking Sunday school, legendary. Wow, what an in fucking Sunday school, legendary. Wow, what an iconic child. Well, that flamaxed him in conversation, petered out entirely. There you go. That's all it needs to be. Just it ends the conversation. There goes.

There goes. Hubs and I did our best to ignore him while we soaked for another 20 minutes or so. We then gathered up our stuff and headed down the trail to start getting camps set up. This is when I made the bloody tie-dye joke, still not really taking this guy seriously. As we came up to the girls camp, they were not, in fact, making lunch, as they said, but instead we're frantically packing up their shit. When they heard us coming, they both looked up and sheared terror and panic, but sacked in relief when they saw it was us. Oh, I feel so bad for them. They waved us over and told us their story. Uh-oh.

I feel so bad for them. They waved us over and told us their story. Uh-oh. They had been camping there a few nights, and generally enjoying themselves. The night previous, they'd stayed up pretty late, having a fire and some drinks, and generally just having a good time, having the place to themselves. One of them woke up around dawn, only a few hours after

they turned in and had to pee. When she exited the tent, Blyriide, and Half Drunk, she was faced with the guy's tent that had not been there when she went to bed. Ooh, fuck that. I just want to pause here and highlight this. Sometime between three and six a.m., the sky arrived.

Parked, walked up the trail, and pitched his tent less than 15 feet away from these girls' tent so quietly, and with such little light that he did not wake them up. Yeah, he's a hunter. He was close enough that if he had any, he made any real noise or even used a flashlight, it would have woken them up even a bit drunk. 100%. He's a hunter. He knows what he's doing. And he arrived at 3 a.m. somewhere between 3 to 6 a.m. The girl said she was a bit creeped by it, but went into the woods to pee, not thinking much of it.

But when she came back, he was sitting at his firing, no fire, eating a cold fucking hot dog, no bun, filthy bare hands, and staring at their tent. No. What the fuck? She said he was eating it like corn on the cob. Yeah, what the fuck is wrong with this man? And she wrote clearly this detail stuck with her

and just added to the weirdness, which I understand. It won't, that would have stuck with me. Imagine seeing a man eating a fucking hot dog, like a piece of corn on the hot dog, like corn on the cob. Like that's fucked. She said he smiled and then turned to face the other way. She kind of just ignored him and went back to bed, shocking it up to there are so many fucking weirdos

that hot springs they are generally harmless. I don't know, this guy's got a weird vibe. Something bad here. They eventually got up, made breakfast, etc. No sign of the guy. They then walked up to the hot spring and within minutes the guy showed up to. They said they were sure he had to have been listening to them or watching them waiting for them to go up there.

They had been at the far side of the pool because that's the best view, and he immediately stripped and sat down on the steps blocking them in. He then began to ask a lot of personal questions about age, where they lived, if they had boyfriends, etc. He got angry and weird when they gave him short vague answers and began to grill them aggressively about if they were lesbians. I don't know if they were or weren't. I didn't ask because it was irrelevant to my life.

Yeah, like it doesn't affect me matter. It's a perfect way of putting it. It is completely irrelevant to my life. I would just say yes, even if I wasn't ask because it was irrelevant to my life. Yeah, like it doesn't fucking matter. It's a perfect way of putting it. It is completely irrelevant to my life. I would just say yes, even if I wasn't. I mean, yeah, you good with it. Bye. But they did say they denied it adamantly because it was a clear that this was a dangerous own.

I was just going to say that when you said that, like this guy looks like he's a scary person. Like, I wouldn't even talk to him. Well, that's the thing. Which it sounds like they were trying not to. Yeah, clearly. But he was blocking them in. Well that's the thing. Which it sounds like they were trying not to. Yeah, clearly. But he was blocking them in. So it's like, what are you gonna do? But I would say literally nothing that I thought would even slightly set him off. I would just feel scary. It's just ridiculous. Why are you mad that I'm a lesbian? But he refused to believe them.

At this point, he started to vaguely preach at them often on with long periods of awkward and creepy silence. Because he thought they were lesbian. I hate this. He's preaching at them often on with long periods of awkward and creepy silence. Because he thought they were less beheaded. I hate this. He's preaching at them, like, literally go fuck yourself and don't live in. Yeah. They said at one point, one of them asked him to move so she could go pee and he told her, no, just pee in the hot spring. What the fuck?

What? No. I really, how would I leave? No, no, like, I can't. Yeah. At first, they thought he was joking, but he clearly wasn't moving. I guess they kind of dropped it because they were afraid to hear his answer if they press the issue. Thank God you and your husband showed up. I know. Imagine if you hadn't.

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The girls were like, fuck this, fuck that guy. We had planned to stand other night, but we are nopping the fuck out of here. We were all pretty nervous about what might happen if he came down and saw them packing up. So we offered to help them with their gear. You are a wonderful people. You're so pure.

As the four of us were packing up, we started to hear gunshots from up the hill. The guy was clearly firing off rounds from both his weapons for no apparent reason. Literally just trying to scare you. Yeah, it wasn't just a couple either. It was a shot every few seconds for probably five plus minutes straight. Definitely more shots than would have fit in the clips. So he had to have ammo in his pack. As this point, we all kicked it into super high gear and got our asses out of their ASAP. We had originally planned on staying there, but obviously left and ended up

dressed driving home. Getting back super late and crashing in our own perfect bed. One of the best parts of camping is that first night clean and in your own bed. We thought that was the end of it and didn't really think of much about it after that. Until. Oh God. A little over a year later, I was bored and scrolling way back on a hot springing Facebook group. I came across a post about that hot spring, insert trigger warning here. Uh-oh.

It said that police were looking for any information about a suspect. They said a man assaulted a young woman who had been traveling alone. He shot her dog, sob, raped her, and beat her into unconsciousness. He also slashed the tires of her rig before leaving. This place is at least a 45 minute drive from cell reception. Let alone civilization, so walking to safety is a no-go.

She was found almost a day later by a group of campers that arrived. Police were looking for a man in his late 60s driving a late model 70s pickup tall, thin with gray hair. I am very stressed. The assault that happened was the day after we had been there. Wow. There is zero doubt in my mind. That was kind of an entire wave of...

I'm so full. There is zero doubt in my mind. It was the same guy. Absolutely. I called the police department there and they told me that he had been caught a couple months later. Someone had called the cops on him

as he was trashing a family's campsite at a hot spring a few hours away from the one we were at. They didn't give me any information about what caused that incident. His truck matched the victim's description and he apparently had some other warrants out as well. When his truck was searched, it apparently held evidence that linked him to that assault in several other crimes. He was incarcerated at the time, but I didn't get any information about for how long or what a list of charges were or anything. I

shuddered to think about what evidence was in there when we were walked, when we walked by that truck so nonchalantly. Seriously, like you literally walked by a murder vehicle. Yeah. I know we protected those girls that day, but it makes me so sick to think about how by leaving rather than staying like we originally planned,

we maybe missed the opportunity to prevent the assault that did happen. Oh, I hate that you like feel that, aren't you? No, but don't. No, you did everything. Because honestly, it could have been you, like this guy. Yeah, it was scary.

Absolutely. Then again, if we had stayed, who knows what might have happened to us? Right, exactly. And you saved those girls. You did. Absolutely. Okay, friends, that's my story

of why I no longer assume weirdos at Hot Springs are harmless, even though most of them I'm sure still are. Maybe next time I'll send in the story about how Hubs is best friend from middle school to be clear, they hadn't really spoken since the ninth grade over 20 years ago. grew up to murder his ex-girlfriend then drag their third friend into it, force that person to dismember her and help dump the body on the road. My mother-in-law lives in. Wow. Yeah you can send that one in. Definitely send that story in. Keep it weird and happy start of

spooky season, boo summer, you suck. Yeah. Your favorite red-nip neck hippie librarian weirdo and her lovable sass watch, even though we won't listen to the podcast that runs, even though he won't listen to a podcast that runs longer than 30 minutes. Oh, yes, listen to this part, though. So you can't listen to any of my episodes.

Listen to nothing. I love you guys so much. That was a wild story. I was, listen to nothing. I love you guys so much. That was a wild story. I can't believe that you literally saved so much. You did. So please know that and please feel good about that. And I know it's so hard in those kind of situations

because no matter what, you're gonna feel like, what if I had done this? What if I had done that? Always. I mean, everyone's scary. But you did everything you could. You did the smart thing. You got to think of yourselves too here. So you're helping other people get out of their fast.

In the beginning, I was like, oh my gosh, I want to go to a hot spring. Sounds so beautiful. No, no. No way. No thanks. That was wild. Thank you. And just knowing that that happened the day after you left. And then you were sitting there talking to that guy Wolf Yikes the biggest Yikes so much. All right My next one is picture in murder a hamburger and a storied crime family in the middle of the country. We love that

All right, so it says hey, Ash and Alina I recently started listening to the pod from the wreck of my cousin B Our parents are twins and raised us both to the sweet soothing sounds of dateline blaring at all times of the day. I was raised that way, except with forensic files. There you go. The story I wrote today is one that is genuinely

horrifying and captivating, but we have never had covered on one of our many crime podcasts that we listened to. Attached as a putt of fa with the story of Nico Jenkins. Enjoy? I had no idea how to sign this off. Sorry. Sorry. P.S. I double spaced it. Also, I like SARS. I'm gonna go to bed to prepare that into my vocab. All right. Hey, weirdos.

Welcome to my puttafa. The story I am telling happened in my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. Yes. In Nebraska. When I was pretty sure. When I was 14 years old and thoroughly, full-reaked me out, but also I could not stop following it.

It is a doozy, so get ready. We have murder, self-medilation, and a crime family plus just straight up horror. So let's jump into it. Wow. This sounds like a lot. It certainly does. In 2013, the star of our story, Nico Jenkins committed four murders in the span of a month. Holy

shit. Oh, that is literally one a week. He had just been released from prison the month prior and came from a family, quote, known for being notoriously violent criminals dating back generations. Hashtag humble brag, I guess. Jesus. His first known criminal act was bringing a gun to school at the age of seven, and culminated with a jacking and a soul at the age of 15 That sent him to prison until the summer of 2013 Two weeks after his release a police officer was patrolling in area and sell an area When you're here. Am I an area park in southeastern Omaha when you noticed a white truck sitting in the parking lot near a city pool It was 5am, so it was a little sus because no one is that excited.

It was just when the city pool. That is very true. No, no, no. Upon investigation, he discovered two victims that had been shot in the head. Oh my gosh. Juan Arubae Pena, and I think it might be Jorge. Yeah, I think so. Jorge C. Cajiga Ruiz.

I'd been learned to the park under the impression that they would be able to hook up with two women. Instead, they were brutally murdered and robbed by Nico Jenkins. Geez. Jesus Christ. Eight days later, Curtis Bradford was found inside of a garage in Northeastern Omaha by a man returning from his night shift at the convenience store. Bradford had been shot in the back twice.

The day before Bradford and Jenkins had posted a picture together on Facebook. You wonder if Jenkins was already planning it. Chills. Curtis Bradford had met Nico, Nico Jenkins while in prison and was the only victim that Jenkins knew. I can't believe he posed for a photo with him. Like, no day before that he's going to kill him. My God. Finally, on August 21, 2013, Omaha police responded to a shot's fired call. Andrea Krueger was found lying in the middle of the road in Southwest Omaha. Andrea had finished her bartending shift and had stopped to grab dinner from McDonald's on the way home. She was driving down Fort Street when a car carrying Nico Jenkins pulled in front of her

car and forced her to stop. That's fine. Jenkins then killed her with police finding multiple wounds from a 12-gauge shotgun to her face, neck, and shoulder. What? That's insane. Jenkins then removed her from her car, finished her half-eaten hamburger.

What? Like, what the fuck, dude? And drove away in her car. Oh, shit. An August 30, Jenkins was arrested for an unrelated, for unrelated, terrorist threats charged because this guy apparently liked a diversified criminal profile.

Geez. However, police had gathered enough evidence to charge him with four completely randomized murders that had been committed over the span of 10 days. Yeah, because it's like there's no, there's nothing that connects these. Nothing. Nothing. And I thought they were over the span of 10 days. Yeah, because there's nothing that connects these. Nothing. Nothing. And I thought they were over the course of a month.

They were over the course of 10 days. That's wild. Jenkins confessed to the murders telling police that he had done them as, quote, a sacrifice to the Egyptian deity of Poffice. Yeah. Wow. To protect his kingdom with, quote,

animalistic savage brutality. His own words from a letter written to the local paper. Wow. I also wonder if he's one of those like one like the night stalker who's just trying to do it for shock value. Yeah, exactly. And like do you even care about that? Exactly. Now buckle up your seat belts and hold onto your hats.

The trial for the murders is where the story really gets creepy as if the brutal murders weren't enough. By the way, creepy is a massive mistake. I was gonna say, how do they get worse? And also if you hear somebody mowing their lawn, I'm sorry. Me too. In February of 2014, before his trial began, Jenkins tried to sue the state of Nebraska for 24.5 million.

Why? Sir, like kindly fuck yourself. Why, though? Why you must be asking? I am. Because they wrongfully released him from jail in the first place, which I kind of agree with, but it is neither.

I was gonna say weirdly, I'm like, yeah. And it's also like, you released me from jail, so you won't need money. You were like, yeah, we fucked up by accident. We're not paying you for that. Yeah, no. Thanks, though. He went on to blame the correction officers

for the four killings. He said he was struggling with his mental health while in prison, but the correction officers ignored his schizophrenia bipolar disorder and OCD. Well, that is fucked, but it does not give you the right to kill four people. Except look at the next. Oh, mine. The judge had Jenkins evaluated and it was determined that while he had anti-social personality disorder, he was faking psychotic symptoms and did not have schizophrenia bipolar disorder or OCD. Good try. It makes you like 10 times of more asshole to lie about that when people actually suffer from those like,

wow, awesome. You saw some. Wow, I'm really angry. Nico Jenkins was declared competent to stand trial and the judge ruled that he could represent himself in court. Never a good sign. No, he bundied it.

Throughout the trial, Jenkins continued to tell the story of his devotion and sacrifice to a poffess. He spoke in tongues howled and laughed as the prosecutors detailed the murders of Wanda Rubei Pena, Jorge C. Cajiga Ruiz, Curtis Bradford, and Andrea Krueger. He was found guilty of all four murders on April 16, 2014. I've never heard of this. Neither have I. We're going to have to cover this. Yeah. That's entirety. Now, to keep not to keep this horrible story going,

but there's more. Nebraska had legalized the death penalty within the span of Jenkins case. Oh, that's OK. The psychiatrist who had previously declared him competent to stand trial, approached the judge with concern that concerns that Jenkins was unable to understand the death penalty

proceedings against him. What? That's like a real thing. But if he's competent to stand trial, you could be competent to stand trial, but no matter how much they're standing, he understands that. That happened in another pretty prolific case.

We could say, I forget what it was, but it was like you couldn't get the death penalty because you didn't understand. Because you couldn't understand the repercussions. I think it might have been in a crime countdown that we covered. Oh, maybe. Anyway, he once again underwent a competency evaluation and the judge ruled that Jenkins was not competent to proceed with the death penalty trial. All right, wow, this is getting wild.

Jenkins himself rebuked the claims saying, quote, I am competent to proceed. I am not going to participate in any more evaluations. It would be a waste of time. He was then declared competent to stand sentencing and the date is set for July 2015. That's crazy. Oh, wow, it's only gonna get crazier. And the months leading up to the death penalty

hearing, Jenkins engaged in several acts of self-mutilation. Mutilation. Yep, I don't know why I said that. Mutilation. Mutization. Mutalization. Yep, I don't know why. I have that mutalization. Mutalization. Mutalization. First, he carved 666 on his forehead, except he did it while looking at a mirror,

so it was backwards, fucking idiot. Look, wow. Oh, I hate this next one, and you are gonna hate it to everyone. He then sliced his tongue to make it look more serpent-like, question mark, and carved the phrase Satan on his face. No problems with the mirror stitch this time. You know, you learn to the first time. Yeah. Finally, he mutilated his penis twice and had a total of 65 stitches on his

face in genitals. A delightful guy. Wow. In May of 20, he said, also, how was he able to mutilate himself that many times? It's like, oh, can we be in touch in here? Is anyone watching him? Yeah, like what is this? In May of 2017, five years after the murders, Jenkins was sentenced to death. His trial, he tried to appeal his case to the Supreme Court in 2020, but it was denied because of. Yeah. I know this has been a long and in 2020, but it was denied because of.

Yeah. I know this has been a long and twisted tale, but I needed to share this story that had my hometown and its clutches for five years. Thank you. There was so much more to the story, but it would turn this pitiful into a novel. His mom, sister, wife, and uncle

were all convicted of their involvement in the case. They helped him carry on. We are covered. We are homeless. Goodness. Stay weird, but not so weird that you make human sacrifices to an Egyptian deity, murder someone and finish their dinner and carve six six six onto your forehead backwards. M. Wow. That was... I cannot believe neither of us have heard of that before. I've never ever heard of that. That's like seriously wild.

Seriously. My goodness. That's absolutely wild. Wow. Thank you for that, seriously. All right, let's see. What do I have next? Ninja and you slippery bitch is a really good name. I have Manajan, you slippery bitch. Yes. All right, let's see. I gotta make it bigger because I don't have my glasses.

Hey, weirdos, I'm Laurel. Go ahead and say it, it'sos, I'm Laurel. Go ahead and say it. It's cool. Thank you Laurel. How Laurel. I said it like, uh, should I say it? I'm Laurel. Go ahead and say it.

It's cool. I shared this listener tale back around Halloween after having a kick-ass spoopy up to a party where we had a terror reader, a medium blood bath punch, a mini-boose filled pignato, which we broke up with a broomstick and so much more, why weren't we invited? I was just wondering how dare you not invite us.

How dare you? My original email, when I put it in the nice, my original email, when I put it in this nice double space pit of a, was over 14 pages long. So yeah, at Elena. Yeah, I can see why you didn't get to it. Huh, I'm tightening this shit up with hopes that you'll read it, you'll read my tale because you guys are the tits and I would be honored. Oh, so God we found it.

And this is just your wholesome family member murder tale. Wash down with a dose of psychic affirmation and later followed up with a mother's wisdom. I love all of this, right? This is a really good one. Let me start by saying that my entire life growing up, I was told that my grandpa Bill was killed by my Nana Jan. Now, I have no blood relation to this Jan person. She was just the piece of shit that my grandpa married after he and my grandma got divorced.

Well, she killed him. That's the story. The way they told it to us kids, or at least as I remember it, is as follows. A little more detail. It was the middle of the night in the phone rang at my parents' house. My mom got up to answer it and it was Nana Jan.

She said very quickly and abruptly, Bill is dead, he had a heart attack, but I'll take care of it. Then she hung up. I like, I'll take care of it. Hey, just calm down, let you know Bill's dead, but I'm gonna take care of it, bye. It's like, what does that mean?

You're gonna take care of it. My mom just stood there like, oh, what? You can see, this was not her evil stepmother, but my dad's, oh my God, that's even worse. I know. You get the phone call and it's your, like, in-laws. And then you have to go tell your husband.

And you're stepping laws being like, hey, you're actually in-laws dead, go tell the son, like, what the fuck? You're nice and don't worry, I'll take care of it. Yeah, she was about to say something along the lines of, don't you want to tell Mark, my like, what the fuck? He likes it, don't worry, I'll take care of it. Yeah, she was about to say something along the lines of, don't you want to tell Mark, my dad, yourself? When the bitch just hung up as if it was a casual midnight

conversation, well, I'll take care of it as kind of a weird response, don't you think? I do. I do. Followed by the fact that this broad swiftly left the country, she took care of it all right. Seriously, she took all of my grandfather's money to Australia. Poof. WTF. What the fuck? Well, when the autopsy came back, it was stated that he died from blunt force trauma to the head.

That's not of a heart attack. Also, did you not think, Jane, I was literally just going to look into that. Did you not think autopsy is our thing that happened? That a forensic pathologist was going to look into that. Did you not think? Autopsies are a thing that happened. That a forensic pathologist was gonna look at blunt force trauma to the head and go, hard it's act. Probably a myocardial infarction, I would say. I love that. Like can you say it again?

Myocardial infarction. I love it. Like do you really think that they were like, let's ignore them on force trauma? Let's ignore the fact that his skull is kated. Let's ignore that my entire job is to tell what this is. Right? It is clearly not it.

So that's the initial story. I always thought this was fishy. Like, why wouldn't my dad have pressed charges, or at least have the detective look into it more? I just thought about this situation so much growing up, especially now that I'm a true crime obsessed weirdo. That's probably why you are. Exactly.

One recent weekend, when my sister and I were hanging out, we got into a great conversation about my grandpa and what had happened to him. We were talking about the family murder, and we were a little skeptical because why wouldn't anything have come from this? I was kind of wondering, yeah, right? Why wouldn't there have been an open case if it were murder?

We agreed that before our older family members, I.E. parents, uncles, etc. croaked. I feel this. Right. That we needed to talk with them more about this and get to the bottom of it. We both felt that when we were kids, maybe they were leaving parts out of the story

to protect us, there's something. That's probably a good assumption. Yeah. Fast forward to the Halloween party. We started the day with a group reading from the medium. I just want to go to this Halloween party. I know this Halloween party sounds amazing. Nobody had really prepared any questions.

Not sure what we thought was going to happen. But we kind of sat there looking like statues for a minute. No one had really prepared any questions, not sure what we thought was going to happen. But we kind of sat there looking like statues for a minute. Did we think she was just going to walk into the party and summon angels and demons from the skies? Yes. Finally, her sister asked a question about work, pretty vanilla. But we work with kids on the autism spectrum, and sometimes mediums can connect with them

as they live a bit outside their heads. That's awesome. I love that. I did not know that. I had no idea that was a thing. That makes me outside their heads. That's awesome. I love that. I did not know that. I had no idea that was a thing. That's a thing. Me want to cry. That's wonderful.

Then, WAM. I got the idea to ask about my grandpa's murder. Yes, this is what I needed. Also, can I say that you're an amazing person for the first time? You really are. Kids on the spectrum. Yeah, you really are. What an awesome person.

When it was my turn, I said to her, I have this weird murder story in my family. It was my grandpa Bill. There have always been family conversations about him being murdered by my Nana Jan, but it doesn't make sense because there was never an open case or anything. She said he had a heart attack, so I just want to know if you can get a hold of him

and ask him what happened. In hindsight, that was probably too much to tell the medium. When I ran the whole time out there, honey, you gotta stop. Don't give names, don't give situation. You just go, I'm probably too much to tell the medium. When I read the whole time, I've been like, honey, you gotta stop. Don't give names, don't give situation. You just go, I have a family situation. What happened to my grandpa?

Yeah, boom. I love that she like realized. But I love that she's like, she's like, your legs time I got this. Inside is 2020, okay, I understand. I guess not. I probably could have let her draw some of her own conclusions, but hey, it was my first time trying to summon spirits.

I get it, it's hard. The medium nodded and closed her eyes. Pretty quickly, she started chuckling to herself. Then she nodded, still with her eyes closed. Then she giggled again and opened her eyes with a smile on her face. She said, I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just that he came to me so quickly.

Like, he stepped right forward and then said, that bitch killed me. We all laughed and I sort of sat there shocked to think my grandpa Bill was talking to the medium right in front of me. That must be, I know I've never experienced a medium. I've always wanted to. But it's like to know, like to hear that your love

to want to standing there talking to them while you're sitting there. And you can't feel really strange feeling. Like an out of body experience, I would think. I just sat there listening, like, go on. So the medium closed her eyes again and continued to tell me that he was showing her how it happened with images. They had gotten in a fight, but he had left the room

and thought it was over with. That he was sitting in a chair at his desk and she came up behind him and hit him over the head with a small but very hard object. After she hit him, he just sat there for a while. He didn't die right away. He said that he actually had a brain bleed that caused him to slowly die over a little bit of time. Oh, man. Nope, not instantly. So that's awful and really sad. But also crazy that my grandpa is showing

this medium what happened through visions that she is undescribing to the whole group. Then he told her that he didn't understand why she never got caught. He was shocked she got away with it. It was so cool to have this confirmation about his murder after all these years, and from the source himself. I can imagine. I learned so much from this medium about so many tent things. It was truly an amazing afternoon.

This medium was amazing, and I believed every word she said. I was skeptical going into it but detail after detail about people that my friends and I had lost were so spot on and the things that she was able to tell us about the other side were so incredible. I'm no longer a skeptic and can't wait to have this party again next year. New October of tradition for sure. Well sorry I'm not done yet. I'll get there, I promise. Do you don't have to worry, this is awesome. But before I finish, I have to tell you about what happened when I told my mom about this party

in this experience with Grandpa Bill. My mom was skeptical about the medium, but super interested. I asked her to clarify a few things about my grandpa's death because they still didn't make sense to me about why this never would have been investigated. I'm so glad I finally had the nerve to ask her about it because it cleared up so much. First, my mom said that Jan and Bill had vicious fights, often. I don't know if they were physical or just verbal, but she would often call my parents in

the middle of the night, like 3 a.m. and say things to my mom like, do you hear this? I want you to hear the way he treats me. That's horrific. My mom said they were both drunks and basically just got together because they were drinking buddies. Oh, that's sad. So for the medium to say that they had a fight

that night would not have been abnormal at all. My mom went on. The night that he died, the coroner actually did come out and he found Bill dead. And Jan said he must add a heart attack. So the coroner wrote that he died of congestive heart failure and then Jan hustled off to have him cremated. While my dad and his brother heard about this, and they drove four hours to stop the cremation and demand it an autopsy, that made it just in time.

When the autopsy was completed, there was zero evidence of congestive heart failure, and it showed that he died from blunt force trauma to the head. Zero, like, no, he didn't just fall and hit his head after having a heart attack. It wasn't even possible. So my dad called, that they made it just in time too. It's also wild to me that like, and I guess maybe the corner who came out was like maybe he fell after having,

but to like just take, take her word for that. Nana Jam's word, like he must have had a heart attack and he's just like, better write it down. Yeah, right. Like, like you just just taken I wonder and is like words medical I wonder if it was like a small town or something and they like me each other and Jan was like so trusting and or she was Just like I know it yet. I don't know. Yeah, so my dad calls up this Jan B. Och and it's just going to be like Hey, what gives but he can't get a hold of her

He tried calling a few more times, but no answer. Finally, he calls Jen's 90-year-old mother who is still alive. And he asks where Jen was. She replied, oh, Jen's in Australia visiting candy. Like, she does after all of her husband's die. Oh. I love that, her mom. I was just like, I'm a out you.

Yeah, like after all her husband's die. All her husband's die. What? She goes to Australia for it. Turns out this real-life black widow had five husbands. And my grandpa P die. She goes to Australia for it. Turns out this real life black widow had five husbands. And my grandpa was her fifth to die on her. Dude, she killed all of them. She's like, fucking nanny Dostes.

She is. So she had collected his insurance money first and got on a plane, went to Australia where her daughter Candy lived and then deposited all of the money in an account over there. Wow. She ended up coming back eventually

and lived out the rest of her life in Wisconsin. That's where we're all from. The place where 99% of people I know would take cheese over oral sex. Ha ha ha ha. This is a fun fact we found out while playing a drinking game at said Halloween party. Ha, I do love cheese.

Who doesn't? Anyway, I asked my mom, why didn't Jan ever get charged? Five husbands' dead seems like maybe she's the common denominator here? For real. And what's up with that corner? Why didn't he get charged? Thank you.

I'm saying. We're all really glad that got pointed out because I'm like, I'm very concerned about this corner. He just took this drunk lady's word when she said that he died of heart attack. Thank you. I haven't read this. She's like, he knows.

Yeah, it's fine. Sure. Well, it turns out the corner and nasty Nanna Jan were drinking buddies. I knew it. I knew this. It's like he knows. Yeah, it's fine. Sure. Well, it turns out the coroner and nasty Nanna Jan were drinking buddies. I knew it. I knew something. Great pals. There was no way. I didn't want to question too hard, but I was like, yeah.

Why the fuck did that coroner just take this random or Nanna's word? He must have died of a heart attack. Sure. Because they love to go to the pub together and get their monoloses drinking bud. So like to tip back a few pints together on the regular, he signed the paperwork saying it was a heart attack without any evidence but her word. What the hell?

Who is this guy? Thank you. He never even got questioned. Apparently the cops did look into the case after my dad and his brothers demanded it, but they decided that both parties were drunk and he probably just slipped and fell and hit his head during an argument.

And that does like come from blunt, forced trauma. Case closed. So like, what the fuck? Like did he fall into like a fucking banister? They saw two like older people and we're like, I'm not even gonna do it. Yeah, 100%. No worries about 500s.

No worries about five husbands in the life insurance policy which she had taken out of all of Bill, in all of Bill's son's names, and had put solely into her name. That's so fucked up. So, that's so fucked. That's so fucked up. Is anything.

Then took to an offshore account. No worries about that. It's fine. Come on, Wisconsin. So anyway, thanks for hanging in there, and I'm sorry, not sorry, that this was so long. You know what I'm saying? I also have a ghost story about living in the old

Kores family mansion up in the mountains of Colorado. If you'd like to hear that one, just let me know. I'm letting you I also have a ghost story about living in the old core's family mansion up in the mountains of Colorado. If you'd like to hear that one, just let me know. I'm letting you know right now. I want to know. You guys are the best that I love all of your different podcasts. But listener tales really is one of my favorites. So I hope you like this. I love to.

I loved it. And don't forget to keep it weird, but not so weird that you kill five guys and take all of their money to an offshore account and never get in any trouble for it, okay? Thanks. Bye, love Laurel. And Laurel attached a picture of Grandpa Bill, and he's a stanna. Yes, let me see this.

A stanna, I said. A stanna. Is he holding a cigar, fucking yes, Bill? Oh my God, look at that handsome man. Oh, I got, he's holding like an old-timey cigarette. Oh, and he's got like a cool, either like a launcher bracelet, or not like Bill is vibing.

And he's got, oh, I love it. I love a man with glasses, a married one. So that's all I plan to. Yes, hey. I, wow, Laurel. That was like, I'm, first of all, amazing storytelling. And second of all, good for you for like getting to the bottom of it and like asking questions.

Seriously. Because a lot of people would just let it go. And three, I'm so sorry that that happened to your grip of bill. I know. Like really sorry that that happened, that sucks. I hate it a lot. And that sucks for him. Nobody should ever live the rest of their life with some asshole who they just fight

with all the time who eventually murders them. Yeah, nobody doesn't have that at all. No. Wow, so thanks Laurel. Alright, my next one also features a Nana. I feel like Nana's are becoming a theme here. I love that. Nana's murder house.

My Nana was not the murderer. Just clarifying that up front. Good to know. Hello there, mistresses of Mayhem. Babes of Badassery. I love your podcast. I love that. I love that.

I also love that you said Mayhem. I mean, I'm not wearing a tight hat. I also love that I can listen to two ladies that also live in New England and get excited when I hear a reference to a place I know. Hell yeah. In a creepy way, I promised. It's great because you can actually pronounce the names of things correctly. I love that. You said that because nobody else does. That is the first time I've ever heard somebody say that to us, but so thank you for that. I love it. You never realize your invisibility more than when you're screaming at a podcaster how to pronounce something and they can't hear a darn thing you say. Oh yeah, it happens to me all

the time. Yeah. Anyway, I live in Rhode Island, but I grew up in mass and my family is from North Attelboro. Hey, my dad used to live there. I didn't grow up there. Westport next store next store to Lizzie Board and River and actually there is a theory that Andrew Borden's illegitimate son committed the murders and he lived in Westport but that's for another kind of listener tale. Ooh, I want to look into that. Actually, you didn't even know that. This is a listener tale. See what I did there. Oh, she said, but that's for another kind of listener mail.

Oh, there you go. This is a listener tale. See what I did there. Oh, no, I do. I've been listening to your podcast for a while now and thought you'd like the story, but question whether I should send it. You'll see why. But today, after listening to Listener Tales 21, I thought, fuck it, this is a great story.

Yes, it is. So here's my story. It involves paranormal, cheap grandparents and an adorable pup named Laila. Amazing. Like I said, I didn't grow up in Adelboro, but I did live there for about two years. In my Nana and Grandpa's house, my Nana passed away in 1996, and my grandpa went into a nursing home in 2012.

I'm sorry. I moved there to take care of his house, or this house while he was in the nursing home, and also pay the expenses, et cetera. I was living there alone. Mind you, this is not the first time I'd slept there. I used to sleep there all the time as a kid and spent many happy times there.

I love that. I love that. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about the house, except that I always had a feeling of dread walking down the hallway from the kitchen to the den. And there were these curious slit-like holes in the closet doors in the den that I used to be fascinated by as a kid.

Ooh, yikes, I love that. No, hate it. The closet doors were those hollow wood doors on runners that squeal when you open and close them. Wow, just like I love that. No, hate it. The closet doors were those hollow wood doors on runners that squeal when you open and close them. Wow, just like, yeah, you're so, I shouldn't hear it. I literally heard it. About eight inches or so from the bottom were holes that looked like they'd been made by a flat sharp object,

you know, like a knife. Every time I would be playing on the floor near those doors, my Nana would freak out and tell me to get away from there. Weird, but not enough to alarm her. I love it. I love the things that people all over. I just like, you know what I'm thinking about it. I love it.

Then we look back and hindsight and they're like, weird I ignored that. Yeah, right. It wasn't until right before I moved into the house alone that my dad thought it would be a good idea to tell me, yes, these holes had been made by a knife. There it is. Why?

Because a woman had been brutally stabbed to death in the house. Oh my! By a budding serial killer named Thomas Knot. My dad told me the whole story as if he remembered it, but in quoting from a new story here because I feel they can explain it better than I can. The following is taken by a column by Mike Kirby that appeared in the Sun Chronicle on March 24, 2013.

50 years after the murders occurred. Great job citing your source. I know, that was wonderful. Thank you. On January 25, 1963, 15-year-old Elaine Martin returned to her blank lane home after classes at Adelboro High School. Her home was ransacked and covered with blood.

Then she spotted the body of her mother, 38-year-old Edith Martin. Hardened police officers say they had never seen such a violent act. Seven kitchen knives were used in the assault. Five were severely bent. Signs of a struggle were found in four rooms of the house. Medical examiner Dr. James Sheamy counted at least 31 stab wounds on the victim.

Wow, that's insane. He told the out-of-the-row son, a predecessor, did I say that right? A predecessor? Yeah. To this newspaper that this was quote, the most vicious and heinous act I have ever seen, no rational person could have done such a thing. A young man was seen leaving the property earlier that day in a car with Rhode Island license plates. A little more than 24 hours after Edith Martin's body was discovered, Patucket police arrested then 17-year-old Thomas Not Jr. of that city. Not a track star who finished seventh and the hundred yard dash at the New England and conventionalists and co-cavitational.

Yeah, that's conventional. I was like, I don't know, he's inventing things while he's running. He's like, I, I, I, God, I don't know, he's inventing things while he's running. He's like, by God, I've cracked the code. Invitational. So clearly I wasn't invited to. I wasn't. I wasn't. In co-capt in elect of the Tolman High School football team, had been questioned less than a year earlier about the murder of 19-year-old Nancy

Anne Frenier of Patucket, whose mutilated body was found in a pond three months after she was reported missing. I know that name. Nancy Ann Frenier. I know. It sounds familiar. This time after hours of questioning, not confessed to both murders, police said he did not know either victim.

In the Frenier case, I hope I'm saying that, right? Not told police, he was in a Patekett parking lot when he spotted for a year leaving a story. And what police described as an impulsive act, he forced his way into her car, drove her to the pond where he viciously stabbed her to death and dumped her body in the water. The Martin murder police said, was a similar irrational impulsive act

by a troubled young man. He just had an urge to kill one investigator says. So a little more on the case. Those knife marks in the closet door from the murder. Geez, I knew it. As soon as he said like slits, I was like, that's a nice, like yikes. And he had been able to get into the house to murder Edith

because she had left her keys in the door. He had used seven of her own kitchen knives to stab her and he'd chased her throughout the house. That's a nightmare-ish imagery. That's so scary. Yes, to the hall in the den where she succumbed to her attack. That's why it feels so like feeling that central red going into that hallway. That's so scary.

This made me so freaked out that I never slept without the light on when I was there alone. I got a sweet little rescue shit zoo that I named Leila. I love shit, soos. Her name was actually gorgeous Seriously when I go. Yeah, that's awesome. She's like I changed her name anyway Leila was no help to the to decreasing my fear that if she perpetually barked her face off at the attic door I got Leila was not a barker otherwise barked her face off at the attic door. A dog. Layla was not a barker otherwise, but she seriously constantly tried to get up the stairs and go into the attic.

No way was I about to go in there myself, especially since Layla only seemed to be interested in whatever terrifying ghost demon animal was in the attic after dark. Ooh. At one point, when I had a friend visiting, we went up to inspect, but of course there was nothing and Layla, of course, her sassy ass being a wind-pointy cute down to it refused to pass through the attic doorway, but just stood

at the stairs barking her cute little face off. I met my boyfriend while I lived here, and he used to sleep over at the house sometimes, as you do. He always insisted he heard footsteps overhead in the attic. Not only do I sleep like a rock, but I always slept with ear buds in, despite the discomfort, because I didn't want to hear anything creepy like that. Oh my god, I don't play me. Good thing I did, or I'd be writing this on an adaptive device by blinking my eyes or something because I'd be recovering from stroke. Right? Honestly, seriously. Apart from that, I always left my keys in the door where when I lived there by accident, weird. That's crazy. Wow. Because that's how you did it. I was going to say it's the same kind of scenario

just replaying itself in a different time. Yeah, it's creepy. Also, that literally happened to me the other day before I even read this listener tale, and I lost my keys for 20 minutes, and I was like, somebody stole them out of the door, Drew. Oh my god. And he was like, actually, put them under my hand.

He's like, please come down. He was like, put your hat over them. I'm really sorry. Yeah, back to the story. I'd also like to note that the column I quoted here was written while I was living in the house. No one told me. Also weird.

I moved out in 2014 after my grandpa passed away and we had to sell the house. I now live in an older but much less haunted house in Rhode Island with that same boyfriend, a cat named Ganset and a pup named Fitsy. I love that. More about Layla below. I suppose you might be asking,

why the hell didn't my Nana, yeah, why the hell didn't my Nana and Grandpa replace those closet doors? I was wondering that. That's where the cheap ass part comes in. They knew what happened at the house when they bought it and that's why they bought it. Oh yeah, there you go.

Not because they're super cool weirdos who love that sort of shit. No, my Nana was oddly superstitious actually. Rather, they bought it. Oh, yeah, there you go. Not because they're super cool weirdos who love that sort of shit. No, Monana was oddly superstitious, actually. Rather, they bought the house because it was super cheap and because they were economic badasses who cared not about a brutal murder that had taken place there. They also didn't feel the need to spend the money replacing a closet with knife holes made by a deranged killer whilst he brutally stabbed his victim in the same room where Monana would later watch all my children and the golden girls.

That is a wild scenario that has played out in my head. Truly wild. That said, I still have many wonderful memories in that house and living there brought me my sweet little fur baby Lela. She and my dad became best friends to the point that they began to look alike. Sadly, both she and my father passed away this year as 2020 has been a heartbreaking hellscape of epic proportions. I'm so sorry. I choke up all even writing this lighthearted romp into murderousness. Actually, another quick tale that just happened while I was writing this.

My boyfriend and I spent last night at my parents, now just my mom's, I guess. I sat by my dad's ear and asked him to give me a sign. There have been many instances where both my mom and I have felt his presence, but for some reason I wanted something tangible. I was also a couple of gin martinis in at that point. I told him I needed a real glaring sign for him, so I knew he was there.

My dad was always a witty person who liked to make wise cracks at my expense. Well, next morning we woke up to a literal sign with nothing but a heart on it stuck in the front. Shut up, fuck up. Apparently my dad's friend had brought it early in the morning, but seriously, that's so my dad. Jesus, what else could you possibly need

for me to appear in an angel suit? I can imagine him saying. He sounds awesome. So that's my never-ending story. I would also gush more about the podcast, but I feel like this is long enough. You can use my first name if you read it on the show, which may also give me a stroke,

just like the footsteps could have. I imagine I attached pictures of my dad, Leila, and the sign, as well as a link from the Sun Chronicle article for your reference. You are amazing. Wow. Wow, what a story. That was so good.

And wait, I need to scroll and see the heart. Oh my God, the heart sign. And now they call it my dad's sign. Oh my God, the heart sign. And now they call it my dad sign. I love that. Oh my God, I love that. And it was they put it in the backyard where his truck used to be. Oh my God, and your dad is a precious, precious man.

Literally. Oh my God, sorry, love. I love him and Leila. I love Leila. Oh, and you know what? He looks like a fisherman. He does. Doesn't he? He just looks like.

And he was also my hero, if she wrote, I love that. He also has the most Massachusetts vibe. Like I love that. He just gives off that vibe. You always know a fellow Massachusetts. You do. You always do. That's what we call them here.

Also, you're adorable. And I love you with Layla. I love you all. I love you all. I love you all. That was a really big. That was a crazy tip. I just, the fact that they were living it up.

Imagine walking by that door every day. No. And there's just knife holes in the door, and you know what happened? No. Like, that's a lot, seriously. That's a lot of love. If I had known that, I'd be like, grim on Crimpot, like, I'm going to Lowe's.

I got to go. I got to go. Like, we're going to get a new door for y'all. Yeah, we got to go to go. You need to watch Golden Girls in Peace, not with this looming, scary, scary thing. Yeah. All right, let's see, what should we end on here?

I think we should end on... A listener tale consisting of a chiropractor, a floating torso, and a possible taco stand. Yeah, I'm not sure either. I'm sure. I'm sure that I wanna read this, right? I'm very sure. All right, sure. I'm sure that I want to read this right now. I'm very sure. All right, greetings to my favorite fellow weirdos. Greetings. My name is Lexi and I'm a 22-year-old from Iowa.

I just started listening to YouTube back in January when I started my new job at a Harley-Davidson dealership. What about us? I was just going to say, Lexi. My drive to work is around 35 minutes one way and the podcast really helps the agonizing drive go by faster. I'm glad. On top of that, your guys' awesome storytelling and hilarious banter never fails to make my stressful busy days that much better. It always feels like I'm hanging with friends

around a bonfire while we drink booze and tell scary stories, which is literally my favorite thing to do. Yes. Mine too, the best. This sounds amazing. Anyway, this is probably going to be a shorter listener tale since it happened before I was born. But if you stick around long enough, you'll see that my family is technically connected to it. You may also use my name. Thank

you because I did. I have absolutely nothing to hide. Yet. Getty. Moving on, this story blew my mind when I had to do an assignment on it in my business law class in college. It occurred in Davenport, Iowa, which is about a 20-minute drive from where I grew up. Back in 1983, a chiropractor by the name of Jim Clint was in the middle of divorcing his wife Joyce when she mysteriously disappeared. I bet it wasn't so mysterious.

A month after her disappearance, a woman's torso was spotted floating on the shore on the Mississippi River by a few fishermen woman's torso was spotted floating on the shore on the Mississippi River by a few fishermen. The torso was identified as hers. And what is shocking to me is that the torso was the only part of her that they ever found. Oh, I hate when that's horrifying.

That's horrifying. Because it's horrifying and so heartbreaking for a family. Yeah, because that's all you have. And that's a thing of where is everything else? Like, that's a person. Oh, it's like everything that makes a person a person, they've taken away. It's like an extra degree of people.

Since her murder happened right in the middle of their messy divorce, Clint became the prime suspect pretty quickly. He was arrested and charged for second degree murder, which didn't make any sense to me at all, and you'll see why in a moment. In a 1992 interview, almost 10 years after the incident, Clint finally

came up with some sob story where he claimed his wife ran at him with a gun, so he hit her over the head with a billiard ball to knock her out. He then proceeded to tie her to a tree, and he cut off all of her limbs with a chainsaw. Oh my God. Yup, you read those capital letters words right. This psycho used a chainsaw like leather face or some shit to cut off all of her limbs. Oh my God. Another crazy fucked up part to this?

That chainsaw was never found either. So there's probably some rusty old chainsaw and the rest of this poor woman's body at the bottom of a river somewhere. I wish we could find it. That's what kills me when you know that that's just somewhere like there. And on top of that, Clint only served 20 years, 20 fucking years for brutally dismembering his own wife.

I read somewhere that due to the old Iowa sentencing guidelines, Clint's sentence was cut in half because of good behavior. That's such bullshit. That's like, you literally chopped a human being up. He used to tutor other prisoners to read, and he also participated in a program where he would train dogs for blind people. And he heard me out,

if this man hadn't become a murderer, I'd be all for it. I would be like, you go, dude, or some shit, which I agree. It's like Melissa Lovelace. Yes, Melissa Lovelace. Melinda Lovelace, it's like, she's literally training dogs, like, it's like service animals. And it's a lot of love list. It's like, she's literally like training dogs, like to, it's like service animals. And it's like, you want it, you sit there and you're like, that is what prison is for.

Right. It's to rehabilitate you into a better person, because that, but it's like, you know what it is? It's like, I don't know, it's really hard. Yeah. Because it's like, if there's no good person in there at all, it's not going to do anything. Right. And it's all right, but if you can chop somebody up

with a chainsaw or light somebody on fire, I personally, and go ahead and roast me for it, I don't think there's any. No, I mean, yeah, there's no, but it's like, when you, I can see what this, what, is it Lexi, sorry. Lexi, what Lexi is saying, like that if you're like, you wanna be like,

good for you, that's what you do. Yeah, no, you do. No, it's too rare. It's to rehabilitate and you're like, you wanna be like good for you. Like that's what you do. That's what you do. And what you do are, is to rehabilitate and like you're supposed to be doing good things in there, not just sitting around like pumping iron and getting stuff to come out. Like you should be doing things

that are benefiting society, which that is benefiting society. And at least that's like, that's all you can take out of it. That's really all you can take out of that. Like I understand why she's like, oh, I would be like, you go dude, but you can dick. Yeah, yeah. It's really hard. Like the whole, like, having a black and white.

It's not black and white at all. It's like the death penalty. Like some things are just not black and white. They're not. And it's like, it's this especially, because it's like, everyone looks at prison, like it's supposed to be. That's what it's supposed to be.

It's rehabilitation, but it's like hard to wrap your brain around that. I think it depends on the severity of the crime that you do. It does. It's a case by case thing, but I get it. But she says, but the fact that he committed one of the most heinous crimes in the city to date makes me uncomfortable at the fact that they would let that psychobia around animals. I agree.

Anyways, I asked my mom about this case, and she would have been 13 around the time that this occurred. And she actually remembers my grandma mom about this case, and she would have been 13 around the time that this occurred. And she actually remembers my grandma talking about the case a lot. Apparently, my grandma went to school with Clint, and they were acquaintances, to some extent. She said he was very quiet, but he once actually tried to ask my grandma out, but she was dating someone at the time, so she declined. Thank God. I can't help but think if she actually ended up with that man?

Jesus. And what if she married and ended up like that poor woman? Hell no man. I'm sure my grandma will always be thankful for the day she turned down Jim Clint. I would hold that fondly in my memories. Clint was released after serving 20 years and he got out in 2004. That's bullshit. He was in and out of jail a lot after this basically just for drug charges and misdemeanor charges. There was actually a short period of time in 2006 where he ran a taco stand. Uh, no. He apparently learned how to cook well in prison, so he opened up his own business.

Would you like to know what he named it? Would you? No. The fucker named it Eats and Sweets. Now, I love myself some good tacos, but you ain't ever gonna catch me at fucking eats and suites. No. Eating food that was made by the same hands he used to murder someone.

Did not only murder them, but dismember them. Well, the taco stand didn't last very long, because Mr. Jim Clint was unfortunately passed away. Oh no, whatever will we do without him and his wonderful tacos. Please tell me you sense the sarcastic sense to- Ah yes, in 2010 Clint passed away at a hospital in Davenport after what the media claims was a bad fall. The doctor said Clint was, quote,

quote, blue, an unresponsive when he was transported. He was 62 years old, ma. Well that's about it for that crazy story. All I can say is I hope Joyce Clint is up there resting easy. And Jim Clint is down there resting easy. And Jim Clint is down in the pits of hell getting the shippie, not of him by Satan himself. Hell yes. You in conclusion, I hope you guys have a wonderful day. Also always remember to keep it weird, but take it away, Ash. Oh gosh, not so weird that you do any of that. Like just literally not

that. Literally don't keep it that weird. None of that at all. Wow. That was a wild, wild story. Seriously. And the fact that it took him that long to like come clean with it, and then he eventually admitted to it, that's crazy. I just, that one was like really sad.

Man. I couldn't even take it away with that. Yeah, these were wild. Yeah, these were like really intense. We didn't even have like, I don't think we had any like, actually haunted things. No, we had all brutal murders. Yeah, these were like really intense. We didn't even have like, I don't think we had any like actually haunted things. No, we had all brutal murders. Yeah.

And I think next time we'll have to do a haunted listener. Yeah. Well, definitely. For spooky scenes in October. Exactly. So thank you guys for sending these in and continue to send them in, please. We love them.

We will, I mean, we're going to try to get to literally as many as humanly possible in the span of the next million years. So yeah, probably. Continue sending them in because they're so much fun, so crazy. And we love them. Yeah, and we hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird.

But that's where the Ego to Hot Springs and there's a really creepy guy there. But like, keep it so weird that you have to become a hero in that moment because it's amazing. Definitely don't keep it so weird that you murder somebody and then eat the rest of their McDonald's meal because that's just a whole fucking story and enough itself. Don't keep it so weird that you're Nana Janet and you just run off to us, Julia, after you murder your husband and tell everybody like, I'll take care of it, it was a hard attack, I don't know what to tell you. And don't keep it so weird that they're, you know, don't keep it so weird that you're

that gym guy because I really fucking hate that guy. And definitely don't keep it so weird that you buy a murder house and you don't like Fix the doors where the murder happened. Yeah. Yeah Fix the doors. Yeah, and don't let people message you in the middle of recording Yeah, fuck the people like come on. I mean at least they waited for the honest. Thank you. All right. Love you guys. Bye. Bay Bay Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to morbid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen Add Free with Wondery Plus and Apple Podcasts. Before you go, tell us about yourself by completing a short survey at Wondery.com slash survey.