Morbid - Listener Tales 34

Episode Date: December 2, 2021

It’s Listener Tales 34!!!! This installment features someone who WE accidentally wronged and now owe some new undies and a whole bunch of Kinder eggs to....there are also a couple of “woooo whooo witchy women,” and even a couple guest appearances by the local squirrels. Special thanks for our listener Kelly, who shared an important tale with us as well! Hold on to your butts!!! There was also a listener who shared their horror film with us (which they star in!) and we DIG IT! So, we wanted to share it! Check out Meridian here: "Mara Malicky's pristine image is threatened when her ASMR channel is hacked and she finds herself forced to do her blackmailer's bidding. It isn't long until she realizes that more than just her reputation is on the line." Meridian Movie  Help find Daniel Robinson! Pleasehelpfinddaniel.com  As always, thank you to our sponsors  HelloFresh: Get up to fourteen free meals—plus, three free gifts!—with code morbid14 at HelloFresh.com/morbid14. Modern Fertility: Get $20 off your fertility test when you go to ModernFertility.com/morbid Caliper: Get 35% off your first order with promo code MORBID at trycaliper.com/MORBID Upstart: Find out how Upstart can lower your monthly payments today when you go to UPSTART.com/MORBID. Purple: Go to Purple.com/matcp10 and use code matcp10 See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Hey, weirdos, I am Ash. And I am Alena. And this is morbid. Hey. Hello, and it's a special morbid. It is. Why? Because it's listener tails. Listener tails! And I'm sorry if you just heard like a-

It was me moving my microphone. It was not. It was me moving my microphone. It was me moving my microphone. It was me moving my microphone. It is, it's morbid. It is, it's morbid. Hey.

Hello, and it's a special morbid. It is. Why? Because it's listener tales. Listener tales. And I'm sorry if you just heard like a, it was me moving my microphone. It was not longer. I was gonna say, listener tales are brought to you by you for you from you and all about you.

They are. I haven't said that in a while. You haven't. I also just, does this go back on? It does. It's the magnetic. Okay, I'm borrowing Elena's iPad because I forgot my computer at home, like a dengus.

Oh, like a dengus. And I just like ripped off her cover and I was like, well, I broke well. Sorry about that. Poor little sister vibes that you can your shit. You're always borrowing my stuff. Remember this, have we talked about the sweater that I borrowed from you before? I feel like we probably have mentioned it, but the sweater was my favorite sweater, okay. I did a mean thing, but it didn't really fit. Not intentionally, but you knew what you did. Yeah, not intentionally in the way of like, I still don't actually know what happened to that sweater.

Like I don't know what happened. Basically she handed me back my favorite sweater and it was torn into shreds on the back. Yeah. Like torn into shreds. She still. Yeah. Like torn into shreds. She still handed it to me like, here you go. Thank you for letting me wear it. Well, because it was the back of it.

So I was like, actual hell did you do to this? Maybe she won't do it. Yeah, no, I did. I still to this day of like, how did you even do that? It's like when I crashed Papa's car and I was like, what? What's that? What?

I backed it into the driveway. And he was like, what is on the other side of my vehicle? And I was like, what? What's that? I backed it into the drive. I was like, what is on the other side of my vehicle? And I was like, I don't know. Yeah, Ash was wild in when she was younger. Yeah, sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

But she's great now. So that's all that matters. But she's great now. We all hated her back then. She was great. She was the worst. Oh, we loved her even then. I was chaotic energy.

She was way more chaotic energy. You know, it's gonna be chaotic energy. What? We're doing a shuh! A shuh! Oh. A show, baby. A show, the business of show. It's gonna be virtual though. Yeah, we're doing a virtual show because there's a new fucking variant, of course. Yeah, of course there is. Remember like what, three years and 97 days ago when we were like, oh, this is gonna be over. We'll see you like in Chicago.

Yeah, we'll see you next month. No, maybe next month. We're gonna be next year. That's gonna be the next year. Nope, so this is gonna be virtual. So it's gonna be virtual, but it's gonna be a good time. It is. We picked a cool haunted location to do it at.

And we always, you know, we dress up. We dress up. These are fun. This one specifically is going to be really cool. It's cinema macabre. So it's going to be like a three-part virtual series. And December 18th is going to be the first one. Tickets are on sale now at the link through our Instagram bio. And we're also going to put the link to the tickets in our show notes. And if you don't know what the show notes are, because again, we've been through this, but I feel you, because I also didn't know what show notes was.

So this is not something that you'd need to be like, oh my god, why don't I know this? In the description of this episode that you are listening to right now, like if you're listening on Spotify right now, and you click on the episode and you see the little description that's like, hello, this is listener tails. And here are the funny things that are in it. That's the show notes. And sometimes it won't show the whole thing just a little preview. Click the show more and it'll give you all the links, all of our sponsors, all that stuff.

It'll be right in there. That's where we put our sources and stuff to, like, good books and all that. So it's a good little, old treasure trove of goodness. It is. And then for the show, I've seen like a lot of people asking who have already gotten tickets or like who we're going to get tickets and they're like, oh, I have something that night. It's actually available to stream for up to 72 hours after the show. So for some reason, if that time doesn't work for you or that specific night, you can still get it. It just

technically won't be live, but like we'll make it feel like it for you. We will, we'll make sure. And it's going to be a lot of fun. So if you want to get tickets, again, they are at the link in our Instagram bio. They're also our pinned tweet on Twitter and the link will be in the notes of the show. The notes of the show. Yeah. Yeah, and I think that's all the business we had to attend to. Yeah.

But there was something else we wanted to mention. If you are on Twitter, you may have seen us in a ton of other creators sharing tweets from Daniel Robinson's father. He is looking for his son, who is a geologist. He has been missing in Arizona. They had found his car, his crash car. It's a very bizarre, very frustrating. Yeah. His family loves him so much and is doing everything they can to find him. And they've been doing research, it weekly searches, like huge searches.

And they are not, like, they're such good people and they love their son so much. And it's just devastating to see this not. And I feel like it's just devastating to see this not. And I feel like it's not getting enough attention, not enough media attention. So we're going to try to get as many people to listen to this story as possible. But I wanted to tell you guys that you can go to pleasehelpfindDaniel.com. That's 2Ds with Find Daniel. We'll also put that link in our show notes.

We'll put it in our show notes, but go there. It has all the information. You can see all the updates. And they also post when they are doing searches. And there happens to be a search coming up on December 4th. I think that's Saturday. So that's coming up this Saturday. Saturday.

Let me look. It's Saturday. Oh, it's Saturday morning. So he actually, and I'm going to read right from the website what they said, we will be meeting for our 17th weekly search for Daniel on Saturday, 12, 4, 21 at 6.45 AM. The meeting location will be at Sun Valley Parkway and Cactus Road in Buckeye. This is in Arizona. We will have a briefing to discuss safety and search techniques required for this weekend and

then begin searching at around 7 a.m. We are planning on concluding the search by 11 a.m. We are in need of both foot searchers and those who have four by four vehicles, ATVs, off-road vehicles that can be used. We will be searching the highest Sampa River, Wash South Parallel in west of the location where Daniel's vehicle was found in about three miles south down the highest, sorry, has a Yampa River wash as well as further west. Now, if you have any questions,

anything you need to know further about this, go to that website, which we will link, but again, it's please helpfinddannual.com. And you can see they've put a link in there where you can ask them questions. You can either send in tips, you can ask questions. They've even said you can send in your prayers, send in your good thoughts.

But if you are in the area or you are able to help, you have an ATV, you have four by four, you have feet, then do it, if you can. And we'll keep updating you as much as we can and sharing whatever we can about it, but I really want to see Daniel come home. Yeah, let's come together. I really, really want to see it.

Help this family. I want to see it have a happy ending like the Claire family had. I know. So, let's hope that it does, And I just wanted to put that out there. But again, look into our show notes and we'll share it as much as we can. For sure. But yeah.

So that always makes me so sad. I know. A specific case for the past like. Yeah, it's been like, we always say that there's certain cases that just like latch onto you. And that's been one that I just can't stop them. Like, I need this to have that be ending. I need this family to have a father.

Like, you can feel his heartache. I can't eat the hatchet. Oh, he loves his son. He has for his son. Like, that family deserves to have their son back. Everybody deserves to be with their son, especially during the holidays. I know.

So let's bring this movement into the holidays. So hopefully we'll get some good news out of that But I really hope so we're gonna bring you into some Listener tales kind of bring everybody up dude the listener tales as always I don't I like I have to say this every episode But you guys to live or man every freaking time we were Cackling literally cackling, I have a sore throat from laughing. It's from a loft.

From a lofter. And there, I mean, there was one that wasn't even technically. So we never really go, like, we don't go into the email like a ton because like, I can get a little scary in there. Because so when we go into to get listener tails, we type in listener tails. We close our eyes like we just, we like to, because it helps us narrow it down to, just so we can see them all in one spot.

Yeah, yeah. So we will find listener tails. And when I first opened the email, the first email that, it wasn't even the first email in the box, it just caught my eye. Yeah. And I had to read it. It wasn't even a listener tail, but my God,

am I glad I read it. I'm so happy that we're out here. Because we are going to read it here because it is just too good not to share. And I just want this person to know how they completely made our week with this email. It is so funny. It is just everything that's right in the world. It really is. So I'm not going to say this person's name because they didn't specifically say I could, so I don't wanna, yeah, I don't wanna do it like that. Now, first of all, let me tell you

what the subject line is, because this is exactly why I opened it. You owe a black chick some underwear and a kinder egg. And we were like, we do? How do I not click on that? It's what I need to know more. I was like, okay, like you say so.

Who am I to say no? Let's find out where I direct that underwear and can direct. We start off with, look you damn weirdos. Let's get the basic stuff out of the way. I love you, you're fabulous. The podcast is legit fire. I love how apparent your adoration for one another is. That means a lot.

I was like, oh, it does. I do adore her. Oh, I adore you. And they said, I love the exact Lee pronunciation. I love it all. Thank you. Somebody sent me a video of their daughter saying it like me

and I was like, oh, God. That's how I say it. I love it. Because I'm always like, what? You're like, what I just say. Yeah. No, I love that. I love it all.

I only have a jackass brother and always wanted a sister when I was younger. And now that I'm not younger, listening to you makes me absolutely ache for a weirdo sister or bestie so much. We are that weirdo sister or bestie. I literally was gonna say guess what? Now you have two.

You gotta bark again. Whether you want us or not, you got us. I won't get one free. Now let's unwrap this subject line. You beauties owe me some underwear. I shall explain. Okay. I'm a realtor. City council woman.

And I have a quilting business on the side, which I was like, like, OK. OK. Get it, boss babe. When I'm driving to properties locked in my craft room with fabric or researching community issues, I have my earbuds and your podcast is on. Yesterday I listened to two episodes, Black Eyed Kids and Slender Man. No big deal. I'm a 200 pound, five foot, seven tattooed black chick

with a super short haircut and a nose ring, transplanted from Atlanta to Bumpfuck Eye. I, I, oh, Ohio. All this to say I have that vibe that screams, don't mess with me. I want that vibe, right? And I've been addicted to horror and the macabre since I was around six years old.

So your girl is no whim. Which doesn't sound like it. We're made to be best friends. Like, immediately, I was like, oh, you're my people. Like, here we are. It was step-brothers. Yeah.

Did we just become best friends? Yup. But as I said, I listened to two episodes yesterday and then had a late afternoon meeting in a community far from where I live. It was in a conference room of a Lutheran church in an area I didn't know very well. By the time the meeting was over, it was dark. Of course, the moment I stepped outside the church, I think of those damn black-eyed kids.

I was raised southern Baptist, and I'm pretty sure that demonic kids wouldn't be allowed on the sacred ground of a Baptist church, and they would just poof into thin air. But I don't know nothing about no Lutherans, so I'm in a thigh-r rub and hustle to get to my car with my head on swivel. Looking around the parking lot to make sure there's no demonic children present. I get in my car, check the back seat. I'm no fool, so you're not.

And turn around to start the engine. Here's where I should mention I always park right beside a light pole for safety. Always. So when I turn around from checking my back seat, I see the light pole in my peripheral vision and nearly fainted, thinking that the pole was a tall child photo attached. Honestly, I get that that. I get it. Because I will walk past a mirror in my home and be like, oh, the fuck is that?

Oh, I do it all the time. And it, it, it, it's me. Yes. Of course, it was not a child and looked nothing like a child since it was a wooden pole. But whatever. I start my card. My headlights come on to show me that there's a man walking across the parking lot. I didn't panic because I figured it was just a guy dressed in dark clothing walking his dog. But then I realized his hands were in his pockets and there was no dog and he was just strolling slowly. Creepy. It's damn 30 degrees outside. Who casually strolls in the pitch black of night dressed in black? I know who, slender man. Of course, that's who my brain said it was, so I was ready to bounce.

Drove out of the parking lot and made the turn onto the very busy street with no issues. I didn't have to slow down or wait or anything. I'm thinking that some divine force has created a break in traffic allowing me to get away. So I'm like, thank you, Lutherans. I didn't get more than a few yards before catching a red light. I was starting to calm down and reached around in my passenger seat for my phone, so I can plug it in and stream some Michael Buble.

Ooh, I don't even like Michael Buble. But you never hear of someone or see a movie where someone is murdered while jamming to Michael Buble. I don't even like Michael Buble. In the process of sliding my hand around the passenger seat, I fully depress the brake pedal. I have one of those newer cars that shuts down the engine when you press the brake all the way down. It's supposed to save the engine's performance or save emissions or some shit. I don't know. I call it vehicular

veganism because all I know is it's supposed to be healthy for the car. The vehicular veganism permission to steal that, please. Anyhow, as I plug in my phone, my engine shuts off. So now my car's dark as hell, quiet as hell, and the engine shuts down. My mind tells me that slender man and those damn demon kids have met up in the parking lot, and someone used their powers to create a red traffic light

and totally disable my vehicle. And at that very moment, my son texts me. Here's where I tell you that my text message tone is that don't don't sound from lawn order. Oh. And you're doing, doing sound. Don't doing because why would I have a normal person's text alert tone?

So all this happens, and then through my car speakers, I hear that don't don't. That means a body has been found floating in the Hudson River that's missing all its teeth and has a questionable imprint on his back. And shit is going down. That's exactly what that means. I peed. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I screamed and I peed. Not like I've been holding this gallon for the last 76x. It's gonna pee, but it was enough to not ignore.

I immediately hopped on the gas. Light had not yet changed, but I would have rather gotten a ticket than be found dead in a piece So, in piece soaked underwear in my car. I made it home last night with no further issues And I have a mobile detailing service coming this morning to clean my car Icon I survived the embarrassment of walking into the house and having all three dogs go directly to my crotch Oh, no, and bolting upstairs to shower while my seven-year-old had a meltdown about why I didn't stop at the gas station on the way home to get her a kinder egg. Oh my gosh. So thank you for the very exciting evening. Keep doing your thing and keep it weird. But not so weird that your mind tells you there's some demon children and slender man chasing

your black ass through a parking lot of a questionable Lutheran church and your joint-going text tone makes you be yourself and your vegan vehicle while you're doing text-tone, makes you pee yourself and you're vegan vehicle while you're just trying to listen to Michael Buble. Your vegan vehicle, I'm done. You are an absolute delight. That just, it was what I needed to see this morning. It really was. What makes a person a murderer? Are they born to kill?

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in the Amazon Music app. Download the app today. hilarious. Thank you so much for that. You have no idea. It was just one of those things that you see and you read and you're like, ah, like I'm so happy we do this. I love it. I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I'm so so so funny. I'm so so random but it was so funny. I love you. So thank you so much for that and I hopefully you're listening and you hear this because you made our week. Seriously. All right. My next one is about squirrels. Yeah, it is. It is. It's a squirrels want to be heroes too.

And it says attached as a puttafa because I love you. And guess what? I love you too. Especially because of the puttafa. Puttafa. It says hello, Goulish goddesses. My name is Tesla. Yes, like the car.

No, I wasn't named after the car. I came first. Suck it Elon Musk. Just came on. I'll take my model lesson red. And yes, you can use my name. Good, I did. Tesla.

I fucking love you bitches. When I say listening to your podcast, makes, nope. When I say listening to your podcast, feels like true crime gossip of the girls, I mean it. You two actually remind me a lot of my best friend, and me, with your banter, humor, and potty mouths. I listen to you guys daily while driving for work.

And even though I've been into true crime for a while, you guys are my favorite way to make my husband side eye me when he hears what I'm listening to. We get that a lot, and I am. Yes, currently finding it to be the ultimate compliment. I'm very proud of that. I am too. With that being said, you'd think that I'd somewhat,

I would be somewhat desensitized to unfortunate circumstances, but I have recently learned that that is not at all true. But first, the squirrel. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking around my neighborhood when I started hearing this loud ass animal hootin' and hollerin' somewhere nearby. I ignored it for a moment, but it kept getting louder.

I turned around to find a squirrel. I know, boring. Except this squirrel was white as snow. Ooh. I live in Waukeshau, Wisconsin. Did I say that correctly? Waukeshau? I think so, say that correctly? Waukeshau? I think so, yeah.

Yeah. And this is not a common sight here. In fact, they're rare enough that when I was looking at this occurrence up, or when I was looking this occurrence up, I found an article written a couple years ago about someone seeing one in my county. So apparently, it's a big deal. Yeah, I've never seen one. You've never seen a white squirrel?

No. Oh, they're in the Boston Common all the time. I never see them there. There's like a straight up like one albino squirrel, and he has like? No. Oh, they're in the Boston Common all the time. I never see them. There's like a straight up like one albino squirrel and he has like red eyes. Oh, wow. And I love him. And I love him.

You're so beautiful. I've never seen him there. Yeah, I'll show you. Anyways, to make things 10 times stranger, this squirrel was sitting about six feet away from me, looking straight into my soul, just yelling. It didn't really freak me out at all. Squirrels could be loud as fuck on a regular basis.

I didn't know that. I've never heard a squirrel yell. Oh, we have loud squirrels in our backyard. I have never heard a squirrel yell. When they play with each other, they're especially loud. That's amazing. Yeah, I kind of love that for them. It's very cool.

They do, they yell. But I just love when staring straight into their eyes. Just yelling. Just screaming. It didn't really freak me out at all. Squirrels can be loud as fuck on a regular basis. I was just mesmerized because I've never seen a white squirrel before, nor had a squirrel

try to spark up a conversation with me before. I said farewell to the forest friend. Immediately when I got home, I started looking up the spiritual meanings of a white squirrel. I love that you do that. Yeah. Because anytime I see like some kind of animal

or like have an experience, I'm like, let me look that up and see what that symbolizes. Like what does that symbolize? What's happening? Like I saw a freaking eagle the other day and I was like, what does that mean? Eagles are rare. Yeah, they are.

You know, it's cool to see one. Yeah. So all that came up was that they are a sign of good luck and are pure creatures. I accepted that as a good omen and I went about my life. I'm not usually an overly spiritual person, but now I can't help but wonder if that squirrel was some sort of guardian trying to warn me.

Because in exact week after meeting that furry fella, my husband, my two-year-old daughter, and I went to the Wakashaw Christmas parade. Yep, that parade. The one where the human form of a shit stain and that's being nice, decided to drive through the crowd. Oh my God.

I can't believe you guys were there. I'm so happy that you guys are okay. My husband and I were enjoying hot chocolate and my daughter was eating a sucker that the very nice woman next to us gave her because my daughter wasn't quick enough to grab the candy before the other kids got it when that happened. It literally couldn't have been purer. I heard a gunshot and I turned to see what had happened. That's when I saw the piece of shit red SUV plowing through the crowd. I'll spare the details of what my family saw, but for context there was one person in particular

only feet in front of us that got hit. All that was going through my mind was that this has to be an act of terrorism, and there are more attackers involved because who in their right mind would just do something like this. I thought there might be more cars driving through the crowd, and I as well as others, thought there was an active shooter due to the shots fired, which we later learned were those of the police. But at that time, it was pure chaos. I have my like heart hurts, seriously. I have like goosebumps reading this. I have a number of images burned into my mind, some of which are the faces of the other panicked and sobbing parade goers. I was panicking and I'm so grateful that my husband got me and our daughters

to safety to collect ourselves. All of these events are incredibly summarized because I still can't talk about that day without trembling like a leaf. My daughter was terrified and probably saw way too much for anyone, especially a two-year-old. We avoid talking about it around her or watching the news when she's around,

but she still brings it up and is still scared. She's also scared of Christmas now. No. That breaks my heart. Oh, that's the worst thing I've ever heard. Because that fucking monster, like, that's exactly what he did this for. Oh.

Like so terrible. And listening to her talk about it with fear in her eyes has been the hardest part of all this. I'm grateful that my family was able to go home that night. But I'm also incredibly sad and incredibly angry. I'm so glad. I'm sure she probably feels the same way. It's like, whenever something bad like that happens

when you're, when you have a kid, it's not you. Like, you don't care about how you are feeling about it, you know what I mean? Which is like probably why a lot of parents get burnt out, but that's another story. But the worst part of it is when it happens to your kid. Like when your kid has to, at two years old, experience the worst of humanity.

Right. Like the absolute worst. And you're like, what the hell world did I bring them into? You know what I mean? I think about it all the time. Like, God, like whenever stuff happens, I'm like, what is going, like this is supposed to be a good place.

Like, what are you doing? It's sad. It makes me so angry that someone, and someone takes the joy of Christmas away from a two-year-old who went to a parade. And even just like the setting before that, like a woman next to them gave her a lollipop because she couldn't get one. And just all the things that you hear about that parade,

like the dancing granny is. Oh, it's literally the best of humanity and the most pure of humanity was, was they tried to destroy it with the worst granny is. Oh, it's literally the best of humanity and the most pure of humanity was, was they tried to destroy it with the worst of humanity. Yeah, it really is. But they can't do it. They won't do it. No, they're not gonna take it away.

Is that community sticking together? Hell yeah, they are. Now, there have been some things that bring me happiness, though. Like all the parade goers that ran to people's aid, the many nurses and doctors that have been and still are saving the many lives of those who were hit. The over two million dollars that has been raised

within days after the attack by people all over the US and Canada. The many flowers, candles, teddy bears, and loving signs that have been left at the memorial site. The booked out blood donation appointments, the local restaurants and businesses that have been donating their profits to the victims' family. And I honestly could keep going on and on. That makes me want to cry.

I literally feel like, tears go. No, I don't blame you. Because it's just like, wow, I'm really glad that everybody just like, because it's like you were just saying, like it's like the purest of humanity and the worst. And then again, like the purest of humanity just comes together. They always win out. That's the thing. That's what we all have to remember.

It always wins. It's hard, but That's what we all have to remember. It always wins. It's hard, but it always wins in the end. It does. Even though I won't be saying anything about the parade to, oh, excuse me, I skipped a part. I'm planning on taking my daughter to the Memorial Site tomorrow, which is a week after the parade. Even though I won't be saying anything about the parade

to her when we go. If she does remember any of this, I also want her to remember her community's response. She had to see it at a very young age on monstrous humans can be. So I want her to see that there are wonderful people as well. I want her to remember that through this traumatic experience, her community came together and helped one another.

Oh my goodness. You're a beautiful, amazing human being in love. And we should all be so lucky. Two years old is a tough age to try to work through something like this because they're at that age where they're talking. They understand. They're starting to understand things, but they're not at the point of like a five year old

where you can really sit down and have like a conversation about it and try to like really relate to them. Like two is tough and I feel for you because that's a hard, that's a hard age to like try to navigate this and you're doing a great job. Because it's like how do you even explain that in general? Yeah, you really don't.

Like you were just saying you could sit down to your five year olds and talk to them about that but like the fact that you even have to do that and like you just said like that would be hard. You know, I'm having a two year old in this situation. No, but it reminds me of Christmas. It reminds me of Mr. Rogers when he said look for the helpers. No. But it reminds me of Christmas. It reminds me of Mr. Rogers when he said, look for the helpers. Yeah. Like when it's like, because there's like a, sorry, I was just watching Daniel Tiger after

it before this. So you're safe. But like, there's a whole episode where like the community, there's a huge storm and things yet broken and all that. You remember Daniel Tiger, obviously. Yeah. And they say like they use the, the Mr. Rogers line, like look for the helpers. Because people always come and help after a tragedy.

And like this person said, like all the helpers they take care of. Yeah, look for the helpers. I love it. As far as my family is concerned, my husband and I have been in contact with counselors and therapists for ourselves as well as our daughter. Good for you. It may seem redundant, but I highly suggest that anyone who experiences trauma seek help, even if it's just through the disaster

or suicide guidelines. Yes, yes, yes. As for the squirrel, was it a sign of good luck? Nope, I don't think so. Maybe I'm crazy for saying it, but I can't help but wonder if something was trying to warn me in the form of something as eye-catching, yet non-threatening as a white squirrel.

Well, and he was yelling at you. Yeah. Like it was, you know? Yeah, and like you've never seen anything like that before. I take everything as a sign to be honest. Thank you ladies for having mentioned the parade in your podcast after it happened. And thank you to any of the listeners that have donated. Keep sending your prayers, good vibes, or whatever you believe in, walkishah's direction.

We're all mourning, traumatized, or both. Thank you ladies, and keep it weird, but not so weird that you're the human form of a shit stain, but so weird that you're cute as fuck, but loud as fuck squirrel, that warns people when trouble is brewing. Damn. I'm so happy that you guys were okay, like you and your family. Tesla.

Like thank you for sending that in. Seriously. Wow. And I'm so glad that you guys are like talking to counselors and you're doing everything, right? Yeah, you really are. So please know that you're doing everything right. Seriously.

I feel so bad. I want to give, I seriously want to like wrap your family in a hug. I know. I'm just like a man. And I hope that I hope that your little one can start to like see Christmas for what it is again. Yeah, she will. And she will. She will. I hope it happens soon. Oh, all right. Well, thank you for sending that in because people needed to hear that. Yeah. All right. So let's go to the next one and the next one is called What Happened to Holly? What happened? What happened, Ollie? Hi, Weirdos. I've recently discovered your podcast and it's honestly been the highlight of this pandemic and the only thing keeping me going. Oh, I've always been told that I'm creepy for my love of Halloween,

bats, and all things serial killer related, but you make me feel like I'm not alone. You're not. That's all we want. My name is Amanda and I live in Northern Virginia. You can use my name and I've changed the other names for you. You're the best. Oh, thanks. I wanted to share this story with you beautiful ladies as I often think about it. And listening to the listener tales episodes made me realize you might want to hear about it too.

We do. Hold on to your butts because this tale involves spying, a disappearance, and possible murder, legitimate and black and strange trash cans. We'll be ready for it. Trash cans? Yes, I am ready for it. When my best friend Cindy and I were around 11 or 12 years old,

we were obsessed with Harriet the Spy. Same. And wanted to be spies ourselves. I know everybody. Hello. Hi, old. Did you have that VHS that was orange? Yeah.

I love Harriet the Spy because I still have it in my attic somewhere. Yep. Not sure what we thought qualified us for this, but if Harriet could do it, so could we. We lived on the same street with one house in between ours and lots of woods, so there wasn't much to spy on. And our parents did not let us run around the neighborhood, so we were kind of stuck at home. We did the same thing.

I had a spy journal. Yes. I had everything. You had to have a spy journal. Yeah. The house in between ours was built by our grandparents. Oh, yes, Cindy and I are also cousins. Forgot to mention that.

But they had moved when we were much younger. Several families had lived in the home since, and the current occupants were a middle-aged couple named Holly and Jo. They were nice people, and we would watch their dogs sometimes when they went out of town. One day, Cindy and I decided it would be super fun to start spying on them. And why not? We lived practically in the sticks, and there was nothing else to do. We put together our spike it, which consisted of several notepads and pens, binoculars and walkie talkies. You know, real spy shit.

That's that shit. We would hang out in the parent, my parents' backyard as my house was closer and hide behind the fence, real creepy like. I'm pretty sure Joe knew that we were spying on them, but he never said anything to us or our parents. Come to think of it, I don't even think Cindy's mom knew we were doing this, because we only did it at my house. Now, here comes the weird shit. Now as this was a long time ago, I may get the order of these events wrong, but I promise they

all happened. As we didn't spend much time with Holly and Joe, I cannot recall if they were happily married, but I don't think ever here I ever heard them yelling or ever saw them fight. Our house was close to theirs, so if we had been outside we probably would have heard something. I say this because if baseball or football games were on everyone in the neighborhood could hear my dad and brother yelling at the TV. Same. Yep.

One night, Cindy is sleeping over, and for some weird reason we're hanging out in my parents' bedroom in the dark, you know, as one does. My brother Josh comes into join us and we tell him that we've been spying on Tolly and Joe for a while, but nothing much has happened. We hang out for a little while, and next thing you know, we see Holly and Joe's front porch light turn on, and then Holly runs out of the house. Why? We all look at each other like, shit and scramble for the spy kitten binoculars as if they had night vision or some shit and weren't Sheep and plastic of course they helped to see exactly jack shit But we sat at the window and watched for a long time. We never saw a car leave their driveway and never saw Holly go back in the house Weird that is weird. I tell my mom the next day about this and she brushes it off and assures me there's nothing wrong

I wasn't convinced. Cindy Josh and I decided we need to be extra vigilant, as now we think something has happened to Holly. Several days go by. Nothing happens. Maybe a week or so later, I'm out in the front yard with my mom, and I just happen to notice that Joe is digging a large, human-sized hole in his front flower bed. For why though? Like what the fuck, Joe?

Yes. Trying not to panic, I pointed out to my mom, who again acts like nothing is wrong. I'm totally flabbergasted at her lack of concern that our neighbor is digging a hole in his yard to Barry's wife, who I'm assuming is dead at this point. I would have made an excellent detective.

I tell Cindy about it, and she comes over to sleep over, either that night or the next night. Again, we grab my brother Josh and stake out in my parents bedroom. This is so like of that time. I love it very much. After a while of nothing happening, but us coming up with crazy stories of what we think happened to Holly, we see Joe bringing the trash out. Nothing abnormal there, but there's not just one trash can. There's three. What kind of serial killer monster uses more than one trash can? Side note, I'm an adult homeowner now.

I do realize that it's totally 100% normal for people to have more than one trash can. It's a put yard waste or whatever in them, but as a 12 year old, to me, the only conceivable truth was that Holly's body was in those trash cans, I digress. I love that. Is it?

It's any bullets. When you're little, you're like, three trash cans? Obviously, he's a serial killer and as an adult, you're like, oh no, you need those. You're like, I could get a phone. Yeah. What if you were trafficked into a cult over shot nine times, or fell in love with a vampire, or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed? What would you do? I'm Whit Missaldine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that brings

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We again scrambled to try to see if anything else was... We again scrambled to try to see anything else with our shitty ass binoculars, but come up empty. We want to go outside and look in the trash, but are terrified that we'll be next. So we stay put. At this point, there's still been no sign of Holly returning. If I remember correctly, things come down for a week or so. There was nothing out of the ordinary to report. Other than Holly's unsolved disappearance.

Where is Holly? Which my mom still did not think was a big deal. She also thought we were ridiculous about the trash cans. And in hindsight, she was probably right at least about that. Cindy and I were going to give up. As we felt there was nothing else we could do. We were hanging out in my backyard again a week or so later

with my brother Josh. When one of us happened to look over at Joe's house. Now we weren't spying at that moment because Joe wasn't home. So there wasn't a point. From our vantage point in my parents' backyard, we could see straight into Joe and Holly's kitchen, and there was sliding glass doors leading out

to an open patio. So we look over to Joe's house, and suddenly, we clearly see two men in the kitchen, neither of whom is Joe. I don't remember who grabbed two, but we shoved each other down and crouched behind the fence as quickly as we could, and promptly started to freak the fuck out.

Both men were tall and dressed to like fucking Will Smith and men in black suits. If that wasn't odd enough, these two men started opening and closing every cabinet and every drawer in the kitchen. And if they were looking for something, one of them grabbed a notepad off the counter, wrote something down, crumpled up that paper,

and threw it in the trash can. What the fuck did he write down? Also, it's super rude to do that in someone else's house. Our hearts were pounding. We didn't know what to do and we're afraid to move. All we could do is watch these two men acting suspiciously in Joe's house. Q John Ralfio and Mona Lisa dancing in the cemetery, singing, no, me, so suspicious, no, me, so suspicious. And please, Ash, I'm begging you to sing that in Mona Lisa's voice the cemetery singing Don't Be So Spacious. Don't Be So Spacious.

And please Ash, I'm begging you to sing that in Mona Lisa's voice. I did it. I did it. Don't Be So Spacious. Don't Be So Spacious. Don't Be So Spacious. The whole encounter lasted a lot of few minutes. It's really good.

I thank you. The whole encounter lasted only a few minutes. And then the men in black were gone. We never saw their car leave the driveway. Side note. Side, side note. It's important to mention that the way our house was situated from my parents' house, parents' house, in yard. We see every car that drives up or down the street. So if anyone was coming or going to Joe's house, we would have seen them. The other end of the street is a dead end, so the only way out was to drive past my parents'

house, back to the story. In our minds, there's no way that these two men aren't connected to Holly's disappearance. A bit later that day, we decided to go for a walk down the street to see if we could see any cars in Joe's driveway, which is clearly visible from the road. There was nothing, no cars. As we're walking past his house, Cindy notices something in the bank along Joe's driveway. It's a white hair scrunchy. She goes to inspect it, and it has hair attached to it's a white hair scrunchy. She goes to inspect it and it has hair attached to it, a red hair. The only person who lived on our street with red hair, you guessed it,

Holly. To us, this was the smoking gun that's something terrible happened to Holly, and that this must have fallen out of her hair the night she disappeared. Again, my mom dismisses all of this as she just as just figments of our imagination says that they must have gotten divorced and Holly must have moved out. Okay, then why were there never any moving trucks mom? Why didn't Holly ever return to get her shit mom? There's literally never been an answer. Joe still lives in the house with his new wife and keeps mostly to himself. We've never found out what happened to Holly. My family now considers this whole incident to be an inside joke. And whenever Joe is mentioned someone will casually say, oh you mean the murderer?

I've tried to look Holly up online as well and have come up empty. I will always wonder about what happened to her and will never fully trust Joe as I still think he shady as fuck. Well, I hope you enjoyed this little unsolved mystery from my youth and I hope you keep it weird, but not so weird that you take it away, Ash. I honestly want you to keep it so weird that you watch Harry at this fine, then you become a cest, and then you think that you're a spy,

and you and your cousin Cindy starts buying on your neighbors, and then you find out that maybe somebody actually disappeared, and then you don't know if they disappeared, and then you still don't know what happened to Holly. What happened to Holly? What happened to Holly? I'm actually concerned,

the fact that she sent you look to her up and lying and can't find her. That white scrunchy shit was creepy to me. I'm sorry, that was the smoking white scrunchy. And like, were those people like the FBI? Like, were they like looking? Were they like, under cover? Were there some shit?

Oh no, does the FBI, I wear a suit? Uh-uh, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, That's a different brand. They might have, yeah, that's a gross. That's when we don't talk about. No. No, that's a weird story, and I myself, I'm wondering what happened to Holly, and now I kind of want to look into it for the first time.

Yeah, right. I'm gonna let you know you and me like, can I have more details? Hey, I need to know what this is. I need to know. Damn, you want Cindy to like reconvene us, spies, and get back on the camera. Yeah, where are you guys?

Let's get together, let's do this. Webslutes. Let's be adult hairy at the spies. Oh my God. A dream. Yes, somebody else. Everybody is. It is a dream.

Oh, thank you for that. That one was good. All right, my next one is called My Husband Cheated On Me and Importantly Seretails. Also, cat and squirrel photos. Put a photo attached. Eat others pity right out of here. You know.

You know. I also love that there's squirrels and both oh my god Do you see that first photo? I'm screaming wait hold that I'm on your iPad and it's like so hot what the fuck We are posting this we're posting it like a media. What is that squirrel doing? We're gonna post it You're gonna be so beautiful Squirrel doing we're gonna post it. You're gonna post it. It's so beautiful. Oh my god. That squirrel. That squirrel is everything right in this world.

He looks like he's dancing. He also looks like he's gonna fight you. He looks like he's like square up. He's like, let's do Mamba number five. He looks like, do you have any extra food in your kitchen? Oh my god. He looks like a lot of different things. Oh my god, that's an amazing photo.

You know what that is? That's art. You guys, man. You guys, so. You just, thank you. Thank you. Thank you for these gifts. Just let you give a, I feel like Nancy and the crowd.

These are my gifts! I truly feel that way. Thank you for blessing us. For real. We'll post it, I promise. We'll post that one right after we finish recording. Absolutely. Probably with no context.

So just now you know what it is. I'm literally posting it to the feed with no context. And that's it. All right, my name is Kelly. You can use my name because I want others who have gone through similar experiences to the one that I'm about to tell you about to not feel like they have to hide.

Hell yeah, Kelly. I love you already. I want other men and women whose spouses have cheated on them and chose to stay in their relationship and repair the hurt that they've gone through to feel empowered, supported, and not alone. I love you. This is wonderful. I've been listening to your show since 2018 and I absolutely love you guys.

I always feel like I'm chatting with two of my weirdo best friends. I love hearing about your lives, your family, your pets, and the never ending banter between the two of you. I like many people in the stay-and-age struggle with anxiety and depression. I love hearing about your lives, your family, your pets, and the never ending banter between the two of you. I like many people in the stay-in-age struggle with anxiety and depression, and you guys have gotten me through a lot of difficult days. Wow, I'm really happy we can be there for you. I'm going to keep this listener tale.

It's not really a listener tale, maybe listener life experience would be a better term, as short and sweet as possible. The details aren't important, but I feel like the takeaway is extremely important to the other weirdos of the morbid community because we really are community. I adore my fellow weirdos. Me too, man. I'm so happy that like we have this. Just fucking love fest going on. Love fest. So over this past spring, my mental health took a sharp decline. My husband and I had been having a very hard time communicating with each other. It started as a gradual thing long before the spring of 2021, but came to a peak when

my mental health became so bad that I couldn't force myself to say that there was something wrong, and I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed on days that I didn't have to work. I'm so sorry that you went through that. My husband has always been my rock, always a beacon of light in the dark cloud of mental anguish that would wrap around me. He had always been the happy, go lucky one of the two of us. And when he started acting differently, I did what you should never do.

I assumed. I assumed that helping to shoulder my poor mental health had finally become the burden that I always feared it was. I assumed that he was at his wit's end with trying to find a way to help me and needed some space. I didn't question, honestly, didn't even notice at first because of the black cloud I was living in, that we stopped talking about things. We stopped going out to see friends, we stopped going out to dinner, everything just kind of

stopped. What I didn't see is that he was drowning too. Like I said before, my husband is a bright beacon of light. He's social and happy and an amazing storyteller. He's creative and goofy and silly. Honestly looking back, I hate myself for not seeing that part of him was flickering out. Over the summer he came to me and told me that he'd been having an affair. I had never seen him cry until this moment.

He said that it had nothing to do with me, that I had done nothing wrong. He told me about how over the past year, he felt like there was something wrong with him because he wasn't interested in anything anymore. He was having panic attacks at work. He felt like he was causing my depression and anxiety and he didn't know how to fix it. He felt like I was getting ready to leave him. He told me that he had been afraid to bring these thoughts up to me, sure that if he did, I would confirm his fears and end our marriage. He started talking to a female co-worker who was a good friend about the thoughts he was having and the feelings he was experiencing. It turned into a full

blown affair. It went on for about six weeks and then she asked him to leave me. She said if he was so unhappy, he should just leave me, and then they wouldn't have to feel bad about seeing each other anymore. That was the moment he explained to me when the gravity of what he was doing hit him. He knew in that moment he wanted to make our marriage work. I had always imagined that finding out you've been cheated on would feel like a burning hot red rage, but for me, that's not how it felt. It was drowning in ice water. Oh, that's literally exactly how it feels. Oh, that's not anger at first.

And obviously this is not, this is not John, But this is like my, I was like, please clarify. My ex. This is my ex. And like, I always thought that too, that you would immediately feel just anger. Yeah. And maybe it does for some people. I'm sure, yeah, I'm sure it's different from. Probably different for everybody.

But for me, she just explained it perfectly. Yeah. Well, I'm sure too, like your reaction depends on your relationship. Oh, for sure. So it felt like my world was over. Even though we were outside on our patio in the 95 degree New England summer heat,

I felt like I had just fallen through a frozen pond. I see water was wrapping around my body, filling my lungs and running through my veins. The water was dragging me down so deep it felt like I would never be warm again. I would never feel the sun again. The ice was closing back over me and I was going to be trapped here forever.

It felt like a century went by as he told me about everything that had happened, everything he had done, everything he had felt. He told me he wanted to make our marriage work, but he understood if what he had done had been too unforgivable, and he would leave if I asked him to. The ball was in my court. I have always been a firm believer that if my husband ever cheated on me, I would end things swiftly and without question. I wouldn't blame the other woman, but the scumbag cheating husband. But it turns out that this is one of those situations where you have no idea how you'll react until it happens to you.

Yep. Even though I logically knew that the woman he had been seeing had minimal blame, although I still don't understand how she could feel like the best way to help her friend work through his marriage problems was to become romantically involved with him. That's the only petty jab I'll make, I promise. You deserve to absolutely. Because I also don't understand that. That was the wrong thing to do.

Yeah, I need list to say. 100% on your side there, same. It was so much easier in the beginning to place the feelings of anger on her, of course. Eventually, I was able to work through those feelings and I can now fully accept that the only person I need to be mad at is my husband. We talked for a long time about what we each wanted. The mental states we had each been in for the past six months and we decided to try and make it work and I'm so glad that we made

that choice. Oh good. Good. I'm so glad. It hasn't been easy, but we started going to therapy together. We're working to rebuild trust. We're talking about how we're feeling so much more than we ever had or ever have. Honestly, this has been our best relationship. Honestly, this is the best our relationship has ever been. Of course, my husband regrets what he did more than anything. And frequently says, if he could just go back in time and change it, he would. I know a lot of men, a lot of men who cheat say this, but my husband has not stopped working to prove

that sentiment for a moment since he told me about what he had done. That brings me to why I felt the need to share our story. Inevitably, in listening to True Crime, you're going to hear stories about spouses who have cheated, and the worst case to outcomes. You're going to hear podcasts host talk about how these men are the scum of the earth, and the ones who make it into true crime stories are absolutely are As a woman who has been cheated on it's been more difficult to listen to true crime stories and listen to hosts of various podcasts They once a cheater always a cheater or how do you ever stay with someone like that?

It brings feelings of shame like I'm a fool for trying to make my marriage better And for trying to heal with my husband from what he did. A lot of the times, if someone is cheating, of course separating is on the table and is not a wrong option, but I do feel that in certain cases, if both parties genuinely want to make things work and are willing to change and both fight for each other in a healthy way, it can work and it's possible to come out stronger on the other side. Absolutely, I've literally seen that happen. Hell yeah. There are a few people in our lives who know what happened, and it feels like they look down their noses at me. Fuck them.

No. It's nobody's business. Yeah, exactly. It feels like they see me as less than or that poor woman who they need to pity. I'm none of these things. I'm choosing forgiveness. I'm choosing not to be a victim or a statistic.

I'm choosing to fight for the person that I love and who I 100% still believe loves me with his whole heart, even though he chose to deal with his emotions in the absolute worst way possible. When you talk about spouses who cheat on the show, please keep in mind that it doesn't always end the same way. If your friend comes to you and tells you that this is something they've been going through and they want to try and make it work, please don't make them feel alienated or like they're making a horrible choice. Be there. Listen. Support them. But if things go bad and they do need to leave,

be there to help them get out. Exactly. If you're going through this or you're trying to make your relationship work, I'm rooting for you to heal and find happiness. If things don't work out, I hope you can move on and go back to living your best life. No matter which path you choose, I hope you find happiness and don't let anyone make you feel like shit for doing what's best for you.

I like about you cry. I know, I'm like yes. That was beautiful. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you let the expectations of society be the influencing factor about how you want to process the trauma that happens in your life. Yes. Powerful statement I've read in my whole fucking life. I fucking love you Kelly. Kelly, thank you for sharing that. I'm obsessed. She said, P.S, here are some photos of my three cats and the best image I've ever caught in my trail camera to the end on a light note.

And you know what, that's the score. That is literally the greatest image on a trail camera. I also love that you're just like, yeah, this is my picture. Here's one more. And you know what, we are wishing you and your husband like the best of luck in sending you the best vibes ever. Oh yeah, I hope you live happily ever after,

forever and ever and always. Yeah. Because obviously you are both happy with your decision. Yeah, and you know what, we always say, what other people think of me as none of my business. What other people think of you is none of your business. So let them say what they want. And if anybody is happy in your reality,

nobody is better than anybody. Like people that look down their nose at you are just, they have skeletons in their closet too. No. Anybody who is like that pity them. Yeah. Because if somebody's that angry and that unhappy, they just want it, people marry.

Love's company and they love to drag other people into their misery. And if you're so concerned with my life, what's going on in your life that you need to escape from? Exactly, you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself. Oh, love it. It's what I'm saying. But seriously, Kelly, thank you for sharing that. Because sometimes it is hard from the other side

when you're looking in at a situation to be like, oh, fuck that. Yeah. I would leave, you know, like, and you know what, I am a situation to be like, oh, fuck that. Yeah. I would leave, you know, like, and you know what, I am so guilty of that. I will totally admit that. And reading your story, I'm never gonna say that again or have that thought.

Because it literally is one of those things, and you do feel, like, because again, I'm talking about like my ex-boyfriend, so I wasn't married. I can't imagine it must be a long time. We're together a long time. Yeah, but it must be like a whole different set of emotions when you've committed to marriage.

And you take with some of them or not. Yeah, so like that, I can't even fathom it must be like a whole different set of emotions when you've committed to marriage, and you take a bow and whatnot. Yeah, so like that, I can't even fathom, but even like a boyfriend that you're with for a long time or a significant other. Like, I always said, I was like, oh, I would never allow someone to cheat on me and then go back to them.

Like, that's easy. Boom, bye. No, that's not the case. Well, because in my case, I should have walked away from that, but it was like, that's a perfect example of how every single situation is different. So you shouldn't judge it. Exactly. But I felt shame. Like everyone feel, you feel shame that someone she did on you, which is horrible. Yeah, it really is like a side of the thing that you're going back to them or

like trying to make it work. You feel shame because you feel like everyone thinks I'm stupid. And like, and nobody else is in your relationship and it doesn't affect them in any way. But it's like, you build this love with somebody, like why wouldn't you want to work on it? You know, like, I think a lot of times your first response is like, oh, like, why would you go back to him?

Well, because we built so much together. Well, you just don't know. Yeah. You don't know how you're going to react in that situation. You might say, fuck it, and be happy with that decision and good for you. And guess what? It's not for anybody else to understand. It's not. They don't know how you're gonna react in that situation. You might say fuck it and be happy with that decision and good for you. And guess what?

It's not for anybody else to understand. They don't need to. No. So that's that. Thanks Kelly. That's the thoughts on that. Thank you Kelly. So, all right, what's our next one?

Our next one is entitled, The Time My Mom Became Friends With A Murderer. Oh, don't do that, Mama. Yeah, don't do that. All right, what's our next one? Our next one is entitled, the time my mom became friends with a murderer. Oh, don't do that, Mama. Yeah, don't do that. All right, so this person has changed their name. So I'm not going to say who this is from. So this is Hyalina Nash, you can call me Alice. Hi, Alice.

Hello, Alice. I changed my name, so feel free to say it out loud if you ever decide to read this story. Hey, we decided to read this story. I'd like to preface this by letting you know, I love your podcast. I have a one hour commute and you make me, you make it fun every time. I started listening this August after my coworker mentioned morbid was her favorite podcast. I love that.

My favorite episode is the one with Michael Malloy, the guy who just wouldn't die. Love to that guy. Michael Malloy is a legend. That's a great one. And the book by Simon Reed is really awesome, and Simon's really cool. So go check it out. I also love listener tells,

but never had a weird experience to share until last week when a woman was found murdered in my neighborhood. I won't share the exact location here, but I've attached the news reports in case you guys want to read it. I do. On October 18th, my mom received a notification from this annoying neighborhood app where all the people do is complained.

I know exactly what neighborhood app you're talking about because Drew just joined one. Yep. I opened the app to see someone had made, you guessed it, a post complaining about possible breakings. Basically, a neighbor shared a link about a woman who was found dead after someone broke into her home. The article was very short and said the husband called the police asking for a welfare check on his wife.

Supposedly his wife had called him saying someone had tried to break in. The police went to the home and found no signs of a break in. As they left, the husband arrived from the gym. He found his wife dead on the floor with a bag over her head and a gunshot wound to the head. Oh my god. Wee. It was shocking hearing this happened so close to my home. I shared the story with my mom and said the husband did it. My mom said real life is in a true crime episode, which is absolutely true, but I found it odd the wife had called the husband

in not 9-1-1 after she noticed someone trying to break in. The police mentioned there was no signs of an intruder. Also, why didn't the husband rush home after receiving the call from his wife? See where I'm going with this? It's one of those cases where you just have a feeling. We decided to wait and see what came of it. I kid you not. I was checking the news a week later

and read the headline, man charged with murdering his wife, making it look like she was killed by an intruder. Did you text your mom and say life is a true crime? Life is a true crime episode. You can read the news report and get all the details there, but man, this guy was a sicko. It seems the motive was money since they were having

financial difficulties. And the hostess, the hostess, the husband had taken life insurance out on his wife two days before killing her. Oh, no, no, no, no. Here is where I, but mostly my mom came in. Later that night, I was reading other news reports on the case. The husband and wife seemed to have a great marriage. They didn't have kids, but had many rescued pets.

They practiced yoga together and let a healthy lifestyle based on their Instagram and TikTok stories. In the article, they mentioned the husband, I'm gonna say his name is Tom. Yeah. Is originally from somewhere. And him and his wife have a couple of rescued chickens in their backyard.

Right away, I remembered one of my mom's acquaintances. His name was also Tom originally from Padupu. From Saturn. From Saturn. And him and his wife had rescue chickens in their backyard. I immediately opened up my mom's Facebook account and type in the husband's name, and it was the same dude.

Stop. My mom's Facebook account and typed in the husband's name, and it was the same dude. Stop! My mom's first language is in English, so Tom had been her English teacher when he moved to the US. When she, we moved to the US, excuse me. Tom was her favorite teacher because she also loves animals, so they talked about animals a lot. They became Facebook friends when classes ended, but my mom still ran into him at Kroger's. Tom was actually one of the reasons my mom and I moved into this neighborhood

after Hurricane Harvey. Tom told us this neighborhood in the surrounding areas didn't flood whenever it rained. At one point, Tom offered to help set up a chicken coop in our backyard. My mom gets these random ideas from time to time. I mean, your mom had that in common. Yeah, definitely do. Anyways, it was 2 a.m. at this point, but I ran to my mom's room to wake her up and share the news.

So, mama, you are friends with a murderer. She couldn't believe it. I showed her the articles and the pictures to confirm it was the same guy. She was speechless. But then I mentioned how the motive seemed to be financial issues. My mom nodded and said, whenever he came to class,

he always combined his watch with the color of his shoes and his tie. He cared a lot about how he looked. She also mentioned he was always dressed in a suit and tie in public. Normally, I would just think that's someone who likes to look nice, but I wonder if Tom was one of those people for whom appearances are everything.

Maybe he couldn't afford to be the guy who rescues animals, practices yoga, and travels anymore, and decided life insurance money would bring it all back. Wow, that's a really good theory. That's not very sad. The police seems to be on top of the case, and news articles are coming out every day with new information. Tom's bond was set to $150,000, and he's in jail awaiting trial.

I'm mostly sorry his wife lost her life, it's for such a petty reason. She sounded like an incredible woman who just wanted to rescue animals and keep them safe. Last I heard she was raising money because her cat needed surgery. Tom always said he loved animals, but now he has abandoned them all. I'm not sure where they've taken them. I hope the dogs and cats weren't inside the home during the incident. By the way, I know I haven't mentioned the woman's name, but I'm doing this on purpose. It doesn't feel right to involve her in this. May she rest in peace. Fuck Tom, though. PS, another weird coincidence in the story. This couple had a dog who looks identical to mine. Same pit bull mix, same floppy ears, same white spot, same hair color. The color

part is the craziest since I've never met another Merl, what is it, Merl? Merl, I think. Merl pit mix. I've shared pictures of our dogs side by side for comparison. PPS, Tom murdered his wife on the 18th. On November 19th, he shared a gift on Instagram of a cartoon posing for a mug shot. Ooh. Yikes. Anyway, I hope this was an interesting read.

I'm sorry for the length. There are more details I wish I could include, but can't do to privacy. I love you girls and I love the show. Promise to always keep it weird. Wow. Your dogs really do look a lot less. And the reason I didn't say his name

was because you made it seem like you didn't really want to like pinpoint your location. So I didn't want to make that harder for you. So that's why I didn't say his name. I'm not protecting him in any way. No, no. But that was a crazy story. Seriously.

And I can't believe your mom was friends with a murderer. Yeah, that's a lot. That must be a weird thing to find out. Oh, that'd be so freaky. We were talking about that the other night. Yeah. Weird. We were. We're talking about that. Thanksgiving actually. We sure were. You know, our family. Yeah. That's how that works. But thank you Alice for real. All right. my next one is My Listener Tale, our family's female witchy experiences from good old Massachusetts. We have a lot of Massachusetts tales,

and it wasn't even on purpose. Love that. This says, hi, weirdos. I have attached My Listener Tale to this email as a putt of foe with its incredible lengthy title. Please do not use my name. That sounds good, but I am crossing my fingers to be able to share this with someone, excuse me, but I am crossing my fingers to be able to share this with some of them, excuse me, but I am crossing my fingers to be able to share some of my

family's witchy experiences with you all. Thank you for the opportunity. You drew us right in. Thank you. You had Massachusetts and you had witchy family experiences. All you have to say to me, Alina, is Massachusetts and witch. Yeah, and I'm in. It's so funny, because we were actually talking with Caleb the other day.

And Caleb was like, people from Massachusetts love Massachusetts shit And I'm like correct. Yeah, I don't know. I don't know what it is. We just do I don't know. I was born here Yeah, I actually wasn't at all. I was yeah Ashley of Hawaii Who doesn't anyways? Hi weirdos. I am a fellow Massachusetts native and weirdo I adore the both of you. Feel like I'm just chatting with my old friends, especially on the way back and forth from the Longish weekly commute to Connecticut

for my occupational therapy program. That is a long drive. That is a long boring drive. Oh, so boring. I find myself laughing along in the fast-as-lein of 95 north to the best sense of humor. One can have mixed into some truly grizzly tails. I love hearing you talk about Southern Mass as I'm from Sharon. You've probably heard of this little town. Yeah. If not, it's right next to Patriots Place. I have heard of Sharon.

And my boyfriend lives in Rojobeth. So basically, the Bridgewater Triangle episodes were super duper creepy as I drive through those Rojobeth and C-Conc backroads on the regular and know always to keep my eye open for a grumpy ghostly hitchhiker. Red-headed hitchhiker. So let me tell you about my family. My maternal grandmother's side has some very witchy experiences. Even to keep one of you, and oh my god, I'm like broken.

I was like, that's just enough. You were like, 10, you read. I'm so, okay. Man. Enough to keep us on our toes. And if we have a vision of some sort, it tends to be or become true. It seems to only be the women in the family through generations who have this gift to some degree or another.

Our ancestors actually played a role in the Salem Witch trial, do they? Oh yeah, they did. Yeah, that's amazing. Which fuels the idea that this line of descendants is particularly witchy. Where to begin? I'll start with my mom when she was young. My mom has three sisters. At the time, they lived with their parents just across from one of their aunts, my Nana's

sister. My mom remembered she woke up from a terrible dream one night where the house burned down right to the ground. Over breakfast that morning, she told her sisters about the dream, and all three said the same thing. They had the exact same dream. Stop. And so did my Nana, and so did her sister across town.

Thankfully, the house did not burn down, but my grandparents still live there, and sometimes that thought creeps into my mind, as most of these visions, feelings, or premonitions, tend to come true. That's creepy. That's super creepy. Sticking on the topic of my mom, let's talk about the time my brother was a toddler, and my mom was in the bathroom several rooms away, brushing her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

This bathroom had no windows, and was a small modest room. But despite this, my mom recalled looking into the mirror and vividly seeing my little brother tautel onto the busy road outside of our home. Oh my god. She dropped her toothbrush and ran outside to the living room to see my brother's chubby fist reaching for the sliding door lock that led directly to that road. Oh my, I thank God for what she listens. Yeah.

Wow. And then it just like astral projected into the back of her to show her. Right. Whoa. Speaking of my mom once again, let's flash forward to last year. It was October time, dark and cold, a typically lovely New England night in my opinion. Hell yeah. My mom loves her walks, either by herself

or with our St. Bernard. She plugs in her earbuds and could spend hours strolling through the neighborhood. Oh, I love your mom. I do too. But this night, as she rounded the corner, the last corner until our house was visible, she encountered the most frightening event of her life.

She recalls a black mass of a human figure draped in a black cloak towering over the neighbors front walkway, seemingly looking at the front door of the neighbor's house. The size was towering, at least 12 feet, and it was faceless. That's fun. I hate this. I literally hate this. No.

The only thing she could equate it to was to being the grim reaper. She said she stood frozen on the concrete, staring at it, in a mix of utter horror and shock. This ghostly creature went to turn towards her, and as it did, dissipated into nothingness in the breeze and it was gone. Ooh, I just got full chills. Same.

Chilled my mom went inside and woke up my dad insisting he go looked on the street. She was terrified. He did and saw nothing. But to this day, my mom is haunted by this memory to the point where we had to get rid of our Alexa. I need to know how those two things courted. I gotta know. I gotta know. Did Alexa like war like Grim Reaper in town? Like what? I gotta know correlation. Shortly after this event, my mom came home from her job as a school librarian around 4pm.

At this time, I lived at home and received an anonymous phone call. Is there a reason I left the TV on and music playing full blast? I responded with, huh? That wasn't me. I left that morning for school, commuting life, you know? And when I did leave, I did what I always did. Checked all the electronics and lights to make sure they were all off and that the door was locked.

Oh, here it is. She's going to explain it. She is. Okay, thank you. Weird it out. My mom had the brilliant idea to look at the Alexa's playback audio. And when she did, a gravely male, almost inhuman voice, was found in the records when nobody was home. No. Alexa, play music. Oh! Ah! It chilled us both to the bone and my mom threw out our Alexa that very day and echoed into our home that no spirits were ever welcome. It did not happen. Damn.

I'm leaving. I have just a disembodied male voice being like alex. Oh, play music. I think it's one dog. Why? I have like tingly ears. I have three girl cousins where two of us seem particularly witchy and it just seems to be getting stronger the older we get. That happens. For the sake of this story, I'm going to call my witchy cousin Jane and just touch upon the strongest of these visions. And they're as there are quite a few. The first recount is when I first linked smells to visions. Sounds weird. I know. And this started way pre-COVID. In my grade school days, excuse me, I very much disburped. Like, I am not going to lie here. I'm telling you what it was.

Silence. She hits a mute button on her. In my grade school days, our family would move from place to place every few years. This particular night, I was lying face up in my stark white dream in Switzerland, miles and miles away from my home of Massachusetts. Yeah, that's far away. Pretty far, one might say. I was sleeping sadly, soundly, when all of a sudden I woke up and froze. From the corner of my room, coming seemingly from my floor fan because heck yes for cold temperatures in the dead of winter, all for that lovely white noise. I agree. My fan, my air purifier, and my uler all go at once.

Yes, I love that this, like you are exactly us because it doesn't matter what time of year it is, what the temperature is. I always have a fan on. Retweet. I also have a travel fan that I carry in my car in case I go anywhere. Yes, of course. That doesn't matter. Anyways, I smelled my great grandmother's perfume.

It was a strong, it was strong and dense, if that makes sense. It does. It began from that corner of the room and wafted toward me. I just knew it was my great grandmother. I felt a little weirded out as this was my first smelly experience, but fell back to sleep sometime after as the scent ever so slowly dissipated. The next morning, I woke up to my mom, sitting grim faced at our kitchen table, only to tell me this wonderful woman,

who interestingly enough worked with the Boston's during Glard during his stint at the Bridgewater State Hospital and had a dark presence in her home, another story for another day. He said that, please. Please send that, had passed. Oh, wow. So like you smelled her perfume and she had passed.

So she was just being like, hey, hey, like, just crossing over and just letting them know just like they know wow wow throughout the years this still happens less significantly though I will be going throughout my day and get a strong whiff of somebody I know We're shortly after I will either receive a call or text from them or later have to tell them something eventful That happened to them that particular time of day weird. know. I feel like my superpower is smells. I love that. Now let's get into one of my visual visions. Haha. Please know, I hate staying alone in my house. Hate it. I mean, I don't blame you after the disillusionment. Yeah, no. As a true crime obsessed individual, I often find myself thinking the worst that yes, a group of robbers will come in

the dead of night or a murderer will be waiting for me to put my laundry in the washing machine in our unfinished basement. I was staying come in the dead of night or a murderer will be waiting for me to put my laundry in the washing machine in our unfinished basement. I was staying alone in the house for about a week and was absolutely exhausted as the slightest pipe or of our, excuse me, slightest pipe or ice machine noise sent me into a full panic especially at night. Oh, that's so hard. The noises that refrigerators make should be illegal. It's true.

Especially when you're home alone. And old houses make some crazy noises. Oh yeah, they do. One night I finally fell asleep, but woke up suddenly several hours later. As if involuntarily my eyes focused upwards and to the right on a bright, glowing yellow orb above me. I was creeped out but was able to restlessly fall back asleep.

The next morning I called my mom and gushed about the orb and how I actually felt much better that morning and how I actually got some good old R.E.M. to a restlessly fall back asleep. The next morning I called my mom and gushed about the orbit, how I actually felt much better that morning, and how I actually got some good old REM. I just said REM. Some good old REM. It's like NIN but works. That was NIN but the other side.

How I actually got some good old REM. It's like I was triggered from saying NIN that I had to say like REM. You got some good old 90s, you know, alternative bands. I love REM. Yeah. I was our year. Yeah. I was sitting on our faded red couch in the corner of the back room at the time.

After a pause, my mom said she thought it was my Grammy. She had a feeling she knew I was scared and tired, and the yellow orb was refueling my energy. Wow. I love that. At that exact time, a cold, chilly tingling went through my body, and my dog got up from snoozing at the other end of the house, came over

and sat at my feet staring at me. My mom proceeded by telling me to pick a sign that my Grammy could communicate through, to confirm it was her, helping out her true crime crazy, great-granddaughter, by sending her some good sleep vibes. Okay, I said, and randomly picked out green stars. Random, I know. It's better to do random. It is. Later that day, I got ready for my shift at the nursing home I was working at as an activities aid. You're fucking adorable. The minute I got on the unit I went to the corner I always did to check out what activities were available that day. And there it was. A row of green star stickers sitting on sitting right on the stool where I intended

to sit. I smiled. Hi, Grammy. That in such a random thing to pick. Like green stars. When you're coming stars. Oh, I love that. That's like beautiful. Grammy always had a way of communicating with me and my cousin. I will call Jane. Jane is very in tune with these things and I'll give you an example. She always feels like my Grammy is there in the back seat when she drives alone more so at night. One night several years ago, she was driving down a road lit by a single street light and had a strong feeling that my Grammy was right there in the back seat.

All of a sudden, I know I like, I don't like that. Well, creepy. But at least it's Grammy. All of a sudden, Jane said, Grammy, if that's you, make that street light go out. The one street light on that road went out. I would shite. I would shite my pants.

But I guess if it was Grammy, I'd be like, oh my God, Oh my God. It's crazy. It's crazy. Tonight in particular, I was listening to one of your listener tale episodes. My friend texted me a message nobody wants to receive, saying that one of her best friends had died. Oh, I'm sorry.

Without knowing anymore, I knew who it was, a man I had never personally met, and how. She later disclosed the who and how confirming my assumptions. My heart breaks for her, but this occurrence isn't too uncommon and why I wanted to share a handful of my family's experiences. Well, there you have it. Some witchy experiences from some Massachusetts gals all connected by a family tree. I hope you enjoyed my rambling tale and honestly keep it this weird because why the heck not? I love that. That's amazing. You guys are like practical magic. Oh, love it.

It's amazing. You're what I aspire to be. I love it. Wow. All right. Well, that one was amazing. It really was. And we love another family of witchiness.

Oh, family witch vibes. My next listener tale is one that immediately got my attention because it was titled, There's a Mets Smoking Ghost in the New England Jam Shop. There is. So as soon as you talk to, again, I think we've said it a million times, we love New England, we love Massachusetts, if you have something from there,

we're immediately going to be drawn to it. We're like Moths to a flame. But this one was actually even cooler. It's hilarious, first of all. And second of all, this came attached. So this person who sent it, her name is Maddie. And she also attached that she has acted in a horror film that her and her friends have made.

Now, it's about an ASMR YouTuber who is blackmailed by one of her followers. We started watching. It's called Meridian. It is so well done. Like, I'm gonna be honest with you. I did not expect it to look as good as it looked. Like, I know.

Because you just, I didn't know what I was gonna look at. Well, because it was like a YouTube link too. It's a YouTube link. It was gonna be like a YouTube thing. And it's called Meridian. We are going to link it in the show notes because I very much encourage everybody to go watch it. We have not even finished it completely yet.

And we're already like, when we're done with this, we're finishing. Like I was like, what's gonna happen? We were like, we, Maddie. It's so good. First of all, Maddie is the main character. So the person who wrote this listener tale, we're gonna read is the main character. Should we be a final girl listener tell, we're gonna read is the main character.

Should be a final girl, we don't know yet. She's phenomenal. And the thing is, we were saying, because we were watching and a lot of this relied on her face acting. Yes. And I was like, wow. That was the thing,

because this is one of these really cool modern horror movies, where they're using the internet and they're showing you the screen and you're kind of involved, but you also get those close-ups of the, you know, the main character looking at their screen. Almost like you're the webcam. Yeah, and so in this one, there's like Ash said, a lot of like close-up of just Maddie's face,

having to have these horrified looks or like have a reaction about something. So it relies a lot on her just acting with her face. And Maddie, you did fucking phenomenal. So it relies a lot on her just acting with her face. And Maddie, you did fucking phenomenal. So good. I'm not kidding. We're sharing this on our show notes. I'm going to share it on the socials

because I want everybody to watch this because I think she said that they were trying to make their way around some film festivals with it. Yep, she did. Let's get you there. Let's believe it. Because shit out of the water. Meridian is good. And I think it has a place in horror.

So I want to, I want to make sure people go watch it. Did you say we're going to put it in the show notes? Yeah, we're going to put it in the show notes and we'll share it on our socials. Let's go. Let's go. Can find it. Let's go. So good. It's so good. It's just like, it drew me right in. I really liked it. And again, I didn't know what I was going to see.

So I'm very excited. But let's go to her listener tale because she's also hilarious. Yay. It's unsy-s. Hey, weirdos. It's not southern, but my name is Maddie. My good friends call me Mads. You can call me whichever you prefer. I'm going to call you Mads because we're good friends now. Feel free to use my name. Spileyface. First of all, love, love, love your podcast. My mom and I have bonded over it. I love that. And you all have provided much needed company on long commutes, trips, work, Worcester, Massachusetts. Worcester. And I'm originally from Vermont. So I very much appreciate the Boston humor y'all bring to cases. I'm also about the same age as Ash and a Gemini.

Did we just become best friends? Yup. Yup. Anywho, in terms of work, I am primarily an actor. I mostly do stage productions, but have also been fortunate enough to do some indie films, which have made their way around film festivals. Oh, that's really cool. Like this one.

If I'm not acting, I'm also a self-taught, special effects Gore makeup artist. What? Hello, Mads. We're friends now. Do you have a channel? And I love to design Gore makeup for films and haunted houses. When are we hanging out? I want to see this all.

Aside from that, I have also worked as a mental health tech and crisis stabilization for adolescents experiencing mental health crises, such as suicide. Oh my God, I love humans. I love helping folks. Mental health is wicked important. Wicked.

Hell yeah, it is. Enough about me. You're here for the spooky tale. Buckle up. I'm here for it all. I'm here for you. I have always had an affinity for the supernatural and have been drawn to all things morbid and dark.

When I was a kid, I'd throw my beanie babies over the deck and tell my mom that if they landed on the gravel driveway instead of the grass, they would drown a terrible death in the ocean. I'd also narrate their demise. My favorite movies were Godzilla, like the really, really old original one, Hellia, and Titanic. I launched Titanic.

I choreographed dances where my siblings died to the Titanic's sound. Wow. That's... I was dark. I was like seven. My parents should have known at major in theater. Anyways, always drawn to the weird Hellia. A fellow theater kid, after my own heart.

I love it. So I recently started working at a jam shop. That's right, a store that sells jib entirely, aka the most New England thing ever. Very New England. I had just unexpectedly quit a theater job because I was being harassed by a creepy director that was 50 plus years older than me asking me on dates,

making comments on my body, and randomly chillin' in my driveway, which is a story for another day. Holy shit. I'm sorry you went through that. I wasn't really expecting to be working retail again, but hey, a girl's got student loans and I like looking at the cute little jam jars.

I was hired as a seasonal employee to put said cute little jam jars into cute little gift boxes. It gets old after a few hours. So day one at the jam shop. I was being introduced to everyone, the folks who make the jam, the folks who pack the jam. Yada yada.

I got a sneak in here. I didn't know that she meant jam, the thing you eat. I thought it was like a jam music shop. I have to leave. I have to get up. Because I have to exit this building. Because you were like, it's so new England. And I was like, oh my god, yeah, it is.

And then in my head, I was like, other people listen to jam too. Oh my god. I'm screaming at my own side. Oh my god. I thought it was like a jam shop. Like, they play like jam. What is a jam shop?

I like like jam, like I don't know. Do those exist? I have no idea. I thought so. I'm sure someone will tell me that they do. I feel like they do. They do. But they must save you. No, I don't think they do. I feel like they do. So, but they do.

They must say, but no, I don't think they do. Like a jam shop. No, I feel like they do. A shop of just jamming? No, no, no, no. Like, like, I don't think jam itself is like a genre of music, but like funky music, you know what I mean? Because there's like jam bars and stuff like that.

So that's what I thought. But I guess we're just eating jelly. My favorite thing is that it was like AKA the most New England thing ever. And you were like, yeah, totally. Yeah, because then I literally, I was like, yeah, totally. And then I was like, wait,

like why would a P.M. shop be doing? I don't know, because I started a question. This is my favorite thing. And then we got to the part where people made the jam. And I was like, oh my god. This is for toast, not for vibes. Maybe for vibes as well, but. This is the greatest thing I've ever heard.

You want you to know that. Sorry to interrupt your story, buddy. Wow, okay. So day one at the jam shop, the jam you reached. I was beginning to do staffy one, the folks who make the jam, the folks who pack the jam, Yada Yada. I noticed a woman on the labeling line

who kept looking and smiling at me, but like in an unsettling way, if that makes any sense. So I started packaging away the jam into the gif boxes, which doesn't sound like much, but it's really a job. For at least five to six people, we have to package up 5,000 gif boxes full of jam daily during the holiday season.

And on day one, I was the only one making these adorable tiny boxes of jam. That is. That is tiny music boxes. Tiny music jam boxes. That is until Grace joined me. I changed Grace's name for this story on the off-chance. She's an actual living, breathing human being

and not a ghost. What? You might have guessed it. Grace was the only one who kept smiling at me from the labeling line. She was asked to join me so I wasn't the only one packing up the absurd amount of jam. I was honestly okay working alone.

I'm an introvert who's very good at disassociating and daydreaming. Same. Yep. When Grace joined my line, she frankly threw off my whole rhythm, but it was the first day, and hey, what did I know about jam packaging? Grace was wild for the first second.

Girl could not stop talking. You know when you're working retail and you ask a Karen about her day and she tells you about her entire divorce start to end. Imagine that, but on steroids for hours. Oh no. Within 20 minutes of knowing Grace, I knew her son had died by suicide six years prior among other dark tales

from her past. Oh, great. While it's unloading her entire lifetime of trauma on me, she was also throwing jam jars and boxes around absolutely willy-milly. Like literally. Absolutely willy-milly. Literally throwing tiny glass jars of jam

absolutely everywhere for me to attempt to catch them in my stupid little hands. My boss is a sweet little British man who looks like Wallace from Law Wallace and Crabbit. And his very adamant that jams be quote, treated with respect. And that was not the case with Grace. It didn't take long for me to feel very pived as she kept switching up ways to organize the boxes and jams.

So you're probably asking, what's more about that, Mads? We've all had weird ass co-workers. Doesn't make it a listener tale, doofus. Hold on to your butts. I'm doing it. I worked with Grace literally all day. It was growing more and more annoyed at how freaking unhinged she was. There was something very strange about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it,

and I figured I was just tired and that she was just weird. Anyways, I'm a Gemini, June 10th, Ash. Oh my god, two days after me. And I have a Gemini sign tattooed on my middle right finger. A high form. Ms. Grace asked me what the fuck was on my finger, which was a fine way to ask to be honest. When I worked on the psych ward,

kids asked me point blank if I was an occult. You should have said yes. Yes. When I told her I was Gem, I was a Gemini, she stopped dead in her tracks. Looked me in my eyes very seriously and asked, so you believe in astrology. You should have said no. No, no, no, I'm just jumping.

I do. I very much do. I told her. She got even more serious. What about Wicken? She kept asking me about spooky things, and I kept saying yes. Those are the things I believe in.

Her last question, can I tell you a crazy story? I figured it couldn't be too crazy. It was just Jamstore Grace. Who boy was I wrong, Jamstore Grace? Grace started off her bat shit tail I say so I was smoking meth with my daughter Here is like Lot of crazy co-workers, but I've never had any

of the dumbest story that says, so I was smoking meth with my daughter. Like, wow, okay, she's just very open. Two things you should not be doing. Suddenly, everything about her behavior made sense. All of the sudden at 4 p.m. after being on my feet packaging jammel day, I was wide awake. Say more right now, Grace.

Help me at all. So Grace goes on to tell me about the time she was smoking, like breaking bad levels of meth with her daughter. She asked me if I'd ever done meth, to which I said absolutely not. And she snickered and called me Goodie Tushu's, question mark, question mark. She's like one thing to say that.

I don't think that's being a Goodie Tushu. But okay, anyways, they decided that was an excellent time to perform a say-ons to try to connect with her dead son. According to Grace, her daughter immediately started, quote, flapping her arms around and screaming like when my son was in a bad mood. Grace said she absolutely knew this was her dead son trying to communicate with her via possessing his sister. Grace said her daughter floated off her chair. She said she asked her daughter three questions. Only her son would know and she answered all of them accurately. Now I one million percent believe in Sanchez and all things super natural, but may I remind you that Grace is literally on meth at this time. Grace

swears up and down to me that this was not a meth hallucination. I told her I believed her while also screaming inside, and she promised to bring me Rose Quartz from her crystal collection the next day. I went home from work exhausted and relayed the wild say on story to my mom. I was like, if I have to listen to Grace at the jam shop every day, I don't know how long I'll last at this job.

The next day. I go into work and Grace is nowhere to be seen. Oh no. I start doing my thing, packaging jam and daydreaming about Harry Styles writing a song about me. When I realized over an hour had gone by with no sign of Grace, I asked my coworker Laila, named changed, where my friend was. She looked at me funny, Grace. No one here has named Grace. What?

I must have gone completely pale because my coworker asked me if I needed water. I stepped away from the jam and locked myself in the bathroom. I'd spent the entire day with Grace yesterday. What do you mean she doesn't work here? I was really trying to put two and two together. After a while I came up with this. I've worked a lot at my mental health job with parents who have substance use disorders and teenagers who have attempted suicide.

I think that maybe Grace felt comfortable sharing her story about addiction and her son to me. Maybe that's just me trying to make sense of things, but I really hope both Grace and her son are at peace. Anyway, that's my story. I hope you keep it weird, but not so weird that a meth smoking go shows up at a random New England jam factory to tell you about her son And kind of talked at you at six hours while

throwing tiny jam jars around and then never showed up at work again and probably never existed as a human. Okay, bye Lots of love meds. PS the jam factories completely haunted. Let me know if you want to know more about ghost stories such as my coworker Letting a person who crawled out of a literal river into our apartment. Jars of Jam flying at me among other things. Okay, bye. I would love to know about your friend letting a person who crawled out of a literal river

into our apartment. I want all of it. And also, I need to know, like, did anybody ever see you talking to Grace? Like, were they like, who were you talking to? That's what I was thinking. Did you work right, Craig? Or was it just like you listening to Grace the entire time

because you weren't really talking so you're just letting her like talk at you? Right, that's weird. That's crazy. I'm into it. That freaks me out. Mads I'm into it. I'm very into it.

I'm just like, what? What? But you know what? Go watch her movie, Meridian. We're going to link it because it's really cool and it's fun. Yeah, it's fun. And it's like really creepy and really scary. So we will definitely link that because let's blow it out of the water.

I don't know, freaking water like a dolphin just cascading through the waves. Exactly. You know what I mean? You know, good content deserves to be celebrated. So let's make sure you take a look at it. Yay! And also visit pleasehelpfinddaniel.com. Like we said in the beginning of the episode, we will also link that. But yeah, so this has been an insane, a very long list of her tales episode, but they were all so good. I can't stop. I wish you could have seen Ash's face and head movement when she did that.

I was dancing. I was feeling it. She got very, she transported back to a time and place. I did. I did. I actually transported back to the scene in Gatsby when they're dancing in the carnival bridge. I fucking loved that scene. I literally knew exactly how to stop and it's like, dun dun dun dun.

I'm going to play that on my wedding. Anyways, there you go. We hope that you keep us sitting. I literally knew exactly. I stopped and it's like, dun dun dun dun dun. I'm gonna play that up by wedding. Anyways, there you go. We hope that you keep us sitting. And we hope you. Keep it weird. But that's aware that you pee yourself in the middle of traffic because that's not good.

And you never wanna pee yourself. And you do wanna save yourself the embarrassment of your three dogs and your crotch. And don't keep it so weird that you forget your kinder egg that really sucks, but it's our fault. It's not your fault. Keep it so weird that you are hairy at the spy and you embody everything that she does. Keep it so it's not your fault. Keep it so weird that you are hairy at the spy and you embody everything that she does.

Keep it so weird that you find Holly. Keep it so weird. Honestly, do keep it as weird as all of these people, because I really hope that you do see a screaming squirrel one day and then take it as a message. I think it's good for you. Maybe don't keep it so weird that your mom becomes friends with a murderer,

because that's just gonna be troublesome. And you know, that's a lot of stuff to sift through. It's heavy. Don't keep it so weird that you judge people's marriages, because like, who are you, Helen? I don't know. The name just came to. Don't keep it so worth it you judge people's marriages because like who are you, Helen? I don't know. The name just came to me. Do keep it so worth it you work at a jam shop,

whether it be a music shop or an actual jam shop. I don't know. A jam shop. And do keep it so weird that your family has generational witchy vibes. Wow. I do it. Bye. Hey, Prime Members!

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