Morbid - Listener Tales 35

Episode Date: January 8, 2022

Brought to you by you, for you, from you, and all about you it is Listener Tales # 35!!!!! We have all kinds of craziness going on in this installment. There’s a tale of the clingiest Danish ghost there ever was, but don't get too excited we’re not talking about the ghost of a delicious pastry. We’ve also got a beautiful tribute to Alaina’s Bailey, a John Wayne Gacy connection and a listener tells us of a sign from beyond. You guys always slay the game with these listener tales, if you’ve got one to send it can be sent to [e-mail] and make sure you include “Listener Tales” in the subject line!  As always, thank you to our sponsors: HelloFresh: Get sixteen free meals, plus three gifts, with code morbid16 at HELLOFRESH.com/morbid16 Babbel: Right now, when you purchase a 3-month Babbel subscription, you’ll get an additional 3 months for FREE!!!  Just go to BABBEL.com and use promo code MORBID. Purple: Go to Purple.com/morbid10 and use code morbid10. For a limited time you can get 10% off any order of $200 or more. Caliper: Get 20% off your first order when you use promo code MORBID at TRYCALIPER.com/MORBID Curology: Get started with Curology just like I did with a free 30-day trial at Curology.com/MORBID Just pay $5 for shipping and handling. 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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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey, Weirdos, I'm Ash, and I'm Oana. And this is Mombad. It's mowbin' and it's a lesson or tale. Which means it's brought to you by you for you from you and all about you. That's right. And this one, we got some good ones. You guys are always providing, always and forever providing.

Always and for abskees. As we were reading them, we were like, why are these all so good? Yeah, we were low on. Like, why is it always great? I wish we could do listener tails like once a week. I wish we could too. That would be amazing.

Just like in addition to our two episodes, just do an extra. We should shelf that. We're in a shelf that idea. We'll just put it, you know, we'll keep the two episodes, maybe? Who knows, who knows, I don't know. You do know, I don't know.

Evolution. Evolution. Darwinism, I don't know you do know I don't know evolution evolution Darwinism I don't know the Galapagos Galapagos weird bird weird bird come on for it could So no bird sorry don't oh birds. Yeah sure why not They're not around anymore, but we are. And you know what? I just had to say something because our first listener

tale connects to this. Today is a very special day, and I will get to it in one second. My garage door is opening. But if you hear that, I'm sorry. But so today, I woke up, and know, my youngest is not a great sleeper So we were up like all night with her and I got to sleep like very briefly early in the morning So in my early morning sleep

my little like little nest asleep for like a minute and a half I had a dream and I had a dream that I was in my living room with John and I went to walk and I like tripped over something and I Automatically because in life this is very typical And I would I tripped over something and I was like oh, Bubba like I like you just got my way like I thought she was right in front Like it's just a natural reaction. Yeah, and in the dream I looked at John and was like oh Like I acknowledged that she wasn't around anymore And that was just my like, you know, mind saying that. Yeah, which was weird in the dream that I acknowledged to that she wasn't there.

Right. Because usually dreams are like not like that. Mm-hmm. And, but in the dream, we looked at each other and I looked down and Bailey was there. Mm-hmm. And she was doing this crazy, she used to do this crazy but wiggle when she got really excited. That her entire lower half would almost come disconnected from her body, she would wag it so hard. So she was doing that and she had both her eyes. So she had those big round Bailey eyes.

She was so happy and I like tackled her and we were just like snug at each other. It was so brief and I woke up immediately after it. Yeah. And I was like crying in the dream, literally being like, it's barely she's here, like freaking out. I woke up and I was like, oh man, I was like, but that was like weirdly comforting. Like I felt like she was saying hi. Because she was. Like people and animals do that.

Well, and then to make it even weirder, I went downstairs, I'm telling John about it. And he was like, well, today's our birthday. Yeah. And I was like, it's my birthday. Wait a second. And I was like, I'm telling John about it, and he was like, well, today's her birthday. Yeah. And I was like, it's my birthday. Wait a second. And I was like, I had no,

because I just haven't been keeping track of days. I'm like, all off. I had no idea it was January 4th today. So she, on the morning of her birthday, which I totally didn't know it was the fourth today, I had a dream about her, where she had her eyes. She was happy as a clam. Because she has her eyes, and she was happy as a clam now.

She was totally being like, it's my birthday bitch. She had some steak for me. It's bubble. Like she was, because we were talking about how we always like cooked her steak on her birthday. I know. And we would get her a little cake and everything. But I, it was so comforting.

I was like, she totally came to visit. I love it. And she was just letting me know. Just let me know I got there. She's like, I'm having a good birthday. We just want to know. Just with John's grandma. She loves John's grandma.

So she, I feel like she was just being like, we're hanging out, me and Nana. So, like, what's up? I love it. It was so comforting. And then, you know, I, so we're looking into the listener tails and what pops up, I was like, wow, wow. Yeah, I haven't read this yet and I think it's gonna

fucking ruin me. So this listener tale is called Attribute to Bailey. Oh God. And I was like are you kidding me. I just saw the preview of it and I haven't read it and I'm genuinely nervous that I might start crying. Let me tell you there's a beautiful furry boy attached to this too.

Oh, it is. So this is hey girls my name is D and I am from the Great Land that produced Ivan Malat, Catherine Knight, and far too many creepy crawlies to count. You guessed it, Stralia. Stralia. Australia for anyone not familiar with our insistent love for shortening any word we possibly can. I love Australia.

And you do that too. I do. We do that in this house. So I feel like we've had. You do. I was sitting here sweating into my keyboard. God, I love the Southern Hemisphere at Christmas. That must be so weird. Listening to a lane over count the loss of your beautiful Bailey. And it suddenly occurred to me that sharing my batshit crazy story of losing my fur baby and the completely amazing thing that happened

shortly after may give you both some comfort. Which first of all, I appreciate that's so hard that you put this. I know that's so nice of you. And you did. You gave me comfort, so I love you. I'm ready for the comfort. So here it is. Apologies for the atrocious grammar, and if it is too long never, I do tend to suffer from verbal diarrhea from time to time. Me too. So I had always wanted a golden Labrador, and finally managed to convince my mom to get one in 2009, once our other rescue dog had sadly passed.

I vividly remember going to a breeder to choose a puppy and of course the old cliche of the first puppy that came up to me I was hooked. I found my girl! We named her Sam and despite the crazy few puppy years of chewing everything in sight She fit in and stole our hearts and my bed. This is exactly what happened with Bailey, by the way. Remember when Bubba would eat all of your shoes, literally all of them. Every single pair of like beautiful like heels, like any new shoe I had she ate. She was like, I won't eat it. And now I'm like, I hope you have that whole pile of shoes to chew on. She definitely does.

She had a great life and was spoiled rotten. Same. I have plenty of amazing pictures of her dressed up in Halloween costumes, sitting next to the Christmas tree, and of course being an Irish family, she had also had to dress up for St. Patrick's Day. Well, yeah. You sound exactly like us. Yes, we do. Fast forward to November 2018, and I woke up one morning to Sam vomiting. I chit twitching and not able to walk straight. In an absolute panic, I took her to the vet and was somewhat relieved when they informed me she had just had vestibular disease, which is essentially an inner ear infection quite

common in geriatric dogs of any breed. They gave me some medicine for her instead of she's too dizzy to drink or keep walk down water, then I would need to take her to the veterinary hospital so they could get some fluids into her. She improved slightly later that day so I had high hopes. That is until the next morning when she wasn't in her bed. My heart stopped when I found her at the back of the garden unable to lift her head. Shivers ran through my body as I know when some animals know they are dying they go as far away as possible to do so. So with my dad's help we carried her into the car and it was then I noticed how yellow her comes and eyes were.

My fears were confirmed when the vet told me that's not normal, and she needed to take bloods. The crazy thing is I remember being so calm discussing with my dad that if she is in pain, we have to do the right thing by her as we waited. This is exactly what happened with us too. I was very calm, and I was trying to be strong, because I know like obviously we all had a bond with Bailey,

but John and Bailey had a soulmate level box. Like words could not even describe a bond. They were meant to be in each other's lives, Bailey and John. Truly. I truly believe that. And so I knew I was like, I got to stay strong because I need to, he needs to be allowed to like just lose it. Yeah.

And I need to like keep it together. Yeah. And so I kept telling him like we are doing the right thing. Like she is sick. We don't want to her around just for us. And he was like, I know. But and you try to keep your so calm, but then when it happens, it's like no.

I don't and one I don't think anything ever prepares. It does. It does. Yeah, you can never prepare for it. So back to the story. Only to surprise myself by breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably when the vet came back in and confirmed she only had hours left to live.

Bloods were really bad and she was thinking it was cancer. There was no hope. I always thought that when the day came, I would be there to hold her pause. She was put to sleep. But suddenly the uncontrollable grief was so overwhelming and I could see in Sam's beautiful brown eyes she was concerned about me. Oh God, you're're gonna ruin me. Thank God my dad was there,

who bravely offered to stay with her. So I lent down, gave her a hug, told her I'm sorry and I loved her, and sobbed the entire way out to my car. I'm sure scaring the other people and the waiting for a hole. To make matters worse that night, my then boyfriend broke up with me.

Fuck that guy, are you shitting me? What? Yes, ladies, I was one car crash away from a Grammy award winning country in western sun for real. Damn one next one. What a dick quad. The next few days were a bit of a blur understandably. I remember crying every night and asking Sam to forgive me. Oh my god this is exactly what we have to... I this is like wild. We we literally said that to her as it was happening. We were like, please forgive us.

Like it was that. It's not even like a forgive thing. Like you did exactly what was right for her. But you immediately have horrible girls. You have horrible second thoughts. But I'm going to tell you forever that like you did exactly what you needed to do. I'm starting to feel that way now.

Yeah. I'm starting to feel a little better. But man, it's got to be. You did right by that puddle over a whole day of life. We pulled up puddle. So I spent, I cried every night and asking Sam to forgive me until one morning when I heard my parents leave for their usual coffee run.

The house was silent and I turned over in bed hating my life. Went out of nowhere, I could hear loud music. Thinking my mom had just left the TV on. I begrudgingly got out of the bed to turn it off, but the TV wasn't on. I followed the sound into my office, and stood there completely gobsmacked at realizing the music was coming from my computer. My locked computer in sleep mode, that nobody knows the password too.

In a matter of mere seconds, my brain went from trying to make sense of how, to actually hearing what was playing somewhere over the rainbow. Like, it's a beautiful version of that song, and then it hit me. When pets pass over, they are meant to cross the rainbow bridge. When I say I fell to the floor in a puddle of tears, that's an understatement. My logical mind was still not making sense of how on Earth this song was playing with my computer, still in sleep mode, that I don't have any music on it

as it's my work computer. The craziest thing is, this actually happened. I'd like to think it was my girl's way of letting me know she's okay, and that she forgives me for not being there as she passed. Either that or my computer is haunted, but I'm pretty sure it's safe. It's safe, it's definitely safe.

When coming to her in Apalya. All right. As a tragic spencer dog mom myself, my sincere condolences on the loss of Bailey. I'd like to think after the amazing event that I experienced, she's in a wonderful place now waiting for you. Oh, okay, thank you for all the amazing research

and shows that keep me entertained as I spend countless hours editing photos of babies. She's a newborn photographer by the way. I do get a giggle that while I'm editing these gorgeous cherubs, I'm listening about PTK and Dommar keeping it that weird. Hopefully one day when the plague disappears, you can both make it down on da to say good aye. I promise despite our reputation, I have never seen a snake in the wild,

or been bitten by a shark or spider. That's good to know. Yeah, until then, ladies, take care of yourselves. And I hope my experience may have brought you some comfort in this hard time. Rest in peace, Bailey. Oh, Dee. Sam is the most beautiful dog.

Sam is a beautiful baby. Her eyes. Like, I can't. And it looks like you took this photograph um okay fucking your phenomenal okay go off D that made my heart feel so good and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it because I immediately made me just be like oh they are around they are

they're just you know and it's weird that I saw that today when all that was happening so I feel like you were meant to send me that. We're best friends now. We're so Mates D. So as soon as I saw your picture of Sam, I was like, I'm ruined. It's good. That was just so great. I love it.

I love that story. I love that. I still have a book. I bought the girls. I don't know if I talked about the other book that I bought them, but it's really good in case anybody had a disease. I think you did have the invisible leash. Yeah, the invisible leash. If you have, I'm sure I talked about it, but that I bought them, but it's really good in case anybody... I think you did have the invisible leash. Yeah, the invisible leash.

If you have, I'm sure I talked about it, but my brain is scrambled from the under-year. Again, a few of kids in like pets or like little ones or nieces or nephews or anybody in your life that's little and needs help understanding the loss of a pet, it's a really great book. And it helped. I love that. But I just bought another book called The Rainbow Bridge. And it's... Oh yeah. I've been waiting to read it. It's been really great book and it helped. But I just bought another book called The Rainbow Bridge. And it's, I've been waiting to read it. It's been sitting there.

It's getting to read it to the girls. And they wanted to read it. The other night I was like, can you give mama just a couple more nights? Because I'm just like, I need to be a little more prepared for that one. Because it's gonna bring me to tears. I know the baby on Christmas was like, what's that?

I won't read that. I was like, I cannot. I was like, we cannot read that on Christmas, man. I cannot read it alone. No. But, D, that was amazing. And what a way to kick off the listener tails. I know, and I have one that will really take us

to a different place. It's going to take us to a different place. This one is called listener tails, sexy Danishmen. You're you. Single, desperate, and dead. In the case you didn't know the it was the subject that immediately got me. I love it.

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or Wondery app. Darn, ee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un-un for you to after years of being a listener. I hope y'all will read my story for the podcast, spoil, or alert we did. We did? And, or excuse me, or even just for your own pleasure. How about both? You can call me B and my pronouns are they them. No need to pull out any names because I've already done that for you all. You're the best. I'm a military brat from the USA, so I've lived worldwide, but I'm currently completing my final year of university in Toronto. I often listen to your podcast when I'm on the subway or working from home. I really appreciate that you all often talk about the inequities folks face because of poverty abuse, mental illness, substance abuse, and other barriers that work again. Wow, did you just hear my boss? The barriers. I don't even like, I'm a boss.

The barriers, kid. Wow. That work against certain communities. Anyways, I don't have a crime related story, but I have read, excuse me, I have had some obscure experiences while moving from place to place. And I thought that you might enjoy this spooky story about a time, about my time in Denmark. Please feel free to shorten this if you need to. No.

I just thought probably providing some context in history about Denmark might help, I bet it will. If you believe you have issues with a clingy partner, just think about how much more complicated it would be. If you were dealing with an overly attached spirit from another country, well, let's get into it. Please. Let's do it. Let's. So when I was 18 years old, like every other teenager, I wanted to get it as far away from my parents as possible. During my final year of high school, I hadn't really found any universities that interested me, and I was lucky to have parents who worked internationally.

So I essentially decided to fuck off to Denmark for a year and do volunteer work. I went on a program and spent half of my year helping at a private school, but they offered to let me try out a new experience and go to a boarding school because of my age. So in Denmark, they have these things called, you kinda say it like high school. I think it's like, hospital, hospital, hospital. It says you kind of say it like high school,

but to be honest, my day is sucks, so I can't help much. I tried to, I tried to, I tried to record it about to say it. Did that happen? No. No. But you know what you thought about it. I forgive you, I appreciate that. I had fun trying to figure that out.

Hustle, hospital, hospital. Don. I had fun trying to figure that out. Hustle. Hustle, school. Hustle. Don't be fooled by the way it's written. Hustle, school actually has nothing to do with high school. They call that gymnasium. And they are actually usually an adult alternative education where folks go to relax and take classes and kind of just

get away. They don't offer degrees or anything, but sometimes they have international students like myself. And depending on the school, there's a wide variety of classes provided. Like art, music, sports, yoga, and meditation, film, critique, and other cool things.

That sounds really cool. I know it does. It's like fun college if you feel like it. Fun college if you feel like it. Yeah, that's how you guys should mark that. Ash is going to open that up in the USA. She's going to be like, well, come on. Ash is fun college if you feel like it. Where we do things, we feel like true Gemini vibes. They don't offer academic

courses, but sometimes you have the option for that. For example, my favorite class I took was a war history class that I took before we went to Berlin called Blood Death and Destruction. that I took before we went to Berlin called blood, death, and destruction. Chokes aside, they aren't academic spaces, but many adults in Denmark attend whole school to relax. But the school I went to was only for ages 16 to 19. This school was located 15 kilometers from the town of Rhybe or Ribb, I'm not sure, which is Southern, which is in Southern Jutland, relatively close to the German border. It's known as Denmark's oldest city and its rich in history with the first official document of the town appearing in 854. Oh, just then just 854 a couple weeks ago. That's when John was born. Wow. That was kidding. I know that was brutal. I had to.

That's that was usually like my moment to say that that was when you were born because I was gonna say it's when I was born But then you know John's not here to defend himself, so I decided to He's a target. I just said to unleash that Sorry John. He's only three years old in the me. Yeah, that's some two right now. Whoa crazy. I know math Well, it's made up of old tiny brick buildings churches and tower and a towering cathedral that overlooks the town It's a lovely little town, so if you ever have the opportunity to visit Denmark, please consider stopping by and visiting their Viking museum. I would love to.

That sounds like a lot from partly German. I am not. During WW, wow, I'm leaving. During World War II, the southern border of Jettland was invaded by Germany, and despite some resistance, Denmark ultimately gave into the occupation, deciding to retreat and prevent more Danish casualties. As it happens, my school resides in the area of invasion, with several bunker scattered in the area, and the tiny village it sits within

comprises historic homes. During the war, the school building operated as a hospital for Danish soldiers and refugees from Germany. Through time, the building was a hospital orphanage and school before being followed by some uff and uff and on, some uff and on, uff and on closures. Nonetheless, according to the staff, the main building has history and accounted deaths to it. Damn. Also, I just realized that I said I'm German like, yeah, I should go to Denmark because I'm German.

Wow. I mean, I didn't realize it. And Germany was mentioned, I should go to Denmark, because I'm German. Wow. I mean, I didn't realize it. And Germany was mentioned, I think my brain just went there. Yeah, somebody said Germany wanted to mention that I, like, don't know where things are. I don't. So like, you should come to Denmark. I'm like, I'm German. Why not?

Let's go. You were like, I'll invade again. Sure. On the second story of the main building, since 20 or so dorm rooms for students to live in, and while they eventually built more modern expansions, these were still in use, and naturally, I happened to score one. It wasn't glamorous, but I was happy to have a room to myself, so I quickly settled in and situated myself comfortably into my new home.

The room never had a dark feeling, but it gave off strange energy. It often felt like I was being watched or something was there, though I never saw anything. At first, things started like your typical ghost story, with unnoticeable things vanishing until the most inconvenient moments, like a hair tie or a pen. I didn't pay much mind to it because I've had experiences with spirits in the past, so I figured that if something was in my room, it'd be best to leave it be. I did the usual, letting it be, knowing I was moving into the room and trying to cleanse the energy a bit with a candle. Things went on like this for a week or so, and then the knocking began. Oh, okay. The knocking. Out of the blue I began to hear a rapid knocking coming from the

walls, five to seven knocks or so, all quick and then a brief pause. However, it wouldn't take long to follow. Sure, a couple of knocks might not have been something, but I shit you not, it would not stop. The knocking became so persistent that I became unable to sleep as the noise would wake me. Over the first couple of weeks, it was apparent that I was losing sleep

and I openly talked with the staff about it so they decided to investigate. We checked the walls, the pipes, the outside trees to see if they were hitting the window, all rational explanations for this annoying sound that would come and go. However, the staff found nothing. I considered moving rooms, but it was too much of a hassle, so I decided to live with the noises, with the hopes that it would get better. Knocking is never something like a knock-ewise. It's always somebody knocking. Yeah, and I'm not into it. Somebody or something. Somebody or something knocking. Either way,

hate it. Stop a nocturn, just leave. Get out of here. Yeah. There's doorbells. Don't ring them. After eventually becoming the norm, I added, excuse me, I asked some of the other students that lived in my room before if they ever noticed weird things happening or felt strange sensations. And several accounted that they believed the room was haunted. Well great! We've got a whole ghost on our hands it seems, but come on it wasn't actually that bad. Due to my past experiences, I knew better than to try interacting with it, but my friends and I

made jokes here and there and I eventually named the spirit Mateus, a common name for Danish boys. Well that's, I love that name. I teased the spirit in my room. I teased that the spirit who put it like, you were like, I was called a reset, thank you. I teased the spirit in my room, and enjoyed bothering me because I'd play music like Earth, Wind, Fire,

and the police held loud and dance around and that he may have grown some sort of affection for me. I love that. Something about the idea of vibing with a ghost seemed a bit charming at the time, but Mateus could easily be less than a grown-up. No, I'm scared. As time went on, the knocking subsided, and I spent most of my weekends traveling out of town

to meet up with fellow volunteers and friends in the cities. However, upon my return to campus, I began to wake up with my right leg covered in bruises because my tedious is getting physical. I'm not impressed with Matthias anymore. Violence is not the answer. No. They started out my shin and would move up high and higher over the next few nights.

It didn't make any sense where they were coming from because my bed wasn't close to a wall or anything, so I didn't know how I would have been getting them. Curiously, it was only on my right leg as well. I wish I took photos, but alas, it never seems I did. Or it seems I never did. It would get a bit better through the week, but as soon as I began packing for a trip or returned, I would wake up with new, painful bruises out of the blue.

Ooh, that's really creepy. Unsettled, I avoided making any note or mention of Mateus, hoping that it would stop. Eventually, it got better until the end of my term. Because you can't put the toothpaste back on the tube. We cannot turn it into a knowledge. They do say that if you think that you have a spirit in your house, you're not supposed to acknowledge it.

And you're not supposed to say the D word in your house. I feel like that is all very much a big, trick-a-dick trick-trick because it's like, how the fuck are you not gonna acknowledge a spirit? Like, come on. Like, you're supposed to just in your head be like, yeah, definitely a spirit. But they never say, like, come on. That's when I tried it. Well, you can talk about it outside of your house. So, like, just go outside and talk about it. See, I'm just like, I take a ride

into your hands, like, you've got to go. If I see when I'm like, hey, you were here before me. What's going on? But it's mine now. Yeah, we can hang. Yeah, but like, this is mine. I just don't say anything. Yeah. And then if it's in the kids' rooms, forget about it. No. I will throw hands.

I don't have that option. Yeah. I will throw hands. No, you'll just like make friends with them. I will, that's true. These are mom's friends. These are mom's spooky friends. Proceeding my departure, all hell broke loose.

And the bruises began to appear on other spots now. The knocking which had stopped for the most part became persistent and aggressive. It seemed like every time I needed something it would go missing, only to appear in a different place from where it had been. Finally, it was time for me to return to the USA. Yeah, that was. That was it. I moved in with my best friend's family for reference. Her mom is indigenous and very spiritually connected.

She's part of the reason why I got thrust into the world of the paranormal shit, and her two kids are very receptive as well. They sound awesome. They really do, I want to be friends with them. So picture this, you have seven people in a house, two cats and a dog. Four of us were spiritually attuned, but her mom was the only one that had a real understanding of herself. The rest of us were kind of a chaotic mess of not knowing how to manage our emotions

and the strange things that we experienced. But to top it all off, the house we were living in had a spirit in it. Oh, this is so much. I love the chaos here. I'm also like, is Matea's gonna like link up with this new spirit? I don't know. Does he travel? I don't know.

For a long time, I've struggled with the sensations I feel and odd things I experience as they often evoke a lot of fear, yes. And I haven't known how to manage the intensity. This was a particularly stressful period of my life, thanks to trying to prepare for moving to another country for university, the reverse culture shock of returning home, and the strain of being in my hometown. Needless to say, I was feeling rather sensitive and on edge most of the time. You don't say, I was feeling rather sensitive and on edge most of the time. You don't say. I would. The anxiety of having a spirit in the house put me even more on edge,

because the idea of seeing a spirit in the laundry room terrified me at the time. According to her mom, the spirit wasn't violent, but very confused about why she was dead and what happened. That's so sad. That is very sad. That hurts my heart. My... Our dog Max was sensitive to the oppressive feeling in the laundry room and would often wind bark or dig at the ground. Sometimes you'd be in the laundry room and then you'd come back only to see that things on the shelf had been tossed onto the ground. While the spirit scared me, I did my best to settle, avoiding looking down the dark hallway

connecting the laundry room and my bedroom. I'm stressed out for you. I would be like, who switch in rooms with me? On a swaltering summer afternoon, the power went out in our neighborhood thanks to a squirrel interfering with a power line. So my best friend, her mom, and her mom's boyfriend, and I were hanging out in the living room,

chatting about school or whatever. I began walking up the staircase to the balcony overhead the living room when I heard a click. Turning my head to glance at the front door, I witnessed a towering shadow figure peering into the entry of the home. No. As it leaned in, I heard it say,

ah, this isn't my house. Oh, fuck. I don't even know what I'd be like, no, it's not. I would just be like, ah, turn around. Go home. Ah. I just love that, that's so casual. And so, like, what is it in my house? In my house?

I'd be like, well, I guess I forgot that. I'd be like, what the fuck did you come from this? The Yosefowl. Yeah. Then, all within the same instance, my best friend's mom shot up and yelled out, what the fuck? As she bolted towards the figure, by the time she reached the door, the operation had vanished, leaving the door swinging open and a lot of us in utter shock.

I'm, I have chills. Picture this, I'm like, whoa. No. At first I thought I was hallucinating until I asked it. If anyone heard what I did and her mom said the exact same thing. This isn't my house. I still don't really know how to describe the voice. It was masculine and lower, but at the same time, it didn't feel like it came from a person at all. I hate that. What does that even mean? How does that even... how do you know that? Like, I didn't feel like a person? Oh, oh, oh, no. No. Either way, chills and discomfort lingered in my body same as we frantically tried to make sense of what we had witnessed. Her boyfriend

ran outside the house, checking if anyone was around, but no one was there. However, upon discussing with my friend and her mom, we had all seen the same thing, a featureless shadow figure entering the house. It was baffling, and my friend and I immediately wanted to leave the house. So we decided to fuck off until the power was back.

That's what I would do, fuck right off. I fuck right off. I would just fuck off into the sun. back. That's what I would do, fuck right off. I fuck right off. I would just fuck off into the sun. Like I would not be the ether. Bye. The rest of my evening was uneventful. You deserved that. You deserved an uneventful evening.

You earned two more of them. Until we returned home to chat with her mom, apparently things in the laundry room went a little haywire. She's like that laundry room. I'd be like, you need to tear it down. Shit went down in there. She got gray. The dog had been going off for hours and was running back and forth down the hall, violently digging and tearing up the carpet. I'd be pissed. Wow. Additionally, the dry got the dry got the dry got the dry got the dry got the dry

goods stored on the walls, pasta, cereal, etc. We're torn open and scattered all over the grounds. These things were out of reach of the dog. It was fucking wild. Okay. Like, I understand that like you're stressed out because you're dead. Yeah, like super stressful experience.

I imagine. Yeah. You don't need to make a mess of my house. Yeah, you don't need, I mean, you, I would be like, did you like cereal? Yeah. When you were like a bowl? Would you like to see it on the first? Right, right me a note. I'll give out a white board. Hell yeah, I'll get you a bowl cereal. You want some magic spoon? Yeah, it's delicious. You don't have to ruin it for everybody.

Just take some, the milk's in the fridge. It's cool. We have oat as well. We have oat if you're dairy free. Needless to say, my friend's mom gave all of us, including the house, a full blown cleanse with sage. The house calmed down after that, but because of the strange thing that the shadow figure said, her mom believes that it was Mateus and that it somehow latched itself to me. I thought that too. I had a feeling. When he said that like he was like, oh shit, I was like, what the fuck? Even though I tried to avoid connecting with it. She told me that sometimes it happens unintentionally, so if it was Mateus, it would make sense by the figure was lost upon entering the front door

as it was on a whole different continent. Because of the tension with the laundry room spirit, she believes the sudden invasion of another spirit caused an uproar and displeased the laundry room woman. Hence the disaster. My God, you had a battle royale of spirits in your laundry room. That's why I like it overreaction like there's another guy here So you have to throw my fucking cereal all over the place. Yeah, I mean Honestly, if I was haunting a house though and some like it's some Matias just comes in and is like

This is my place, but I'm gonna hang anyways. I'd be like fuck you. I probably throw some cereal at him You think so to be honest, but I would you think I'm thinking ghost Elena. I'm not thinking me right now But ghost Elena, I think I throw some cereal at someone if they tried to. I think Haunt the same place I did. I think ghost ash would just be like, you wanna collab? Well, it depends. Matthias didn't seem awesome.

Like he was bruising them up and shit. That is true, that's like, okay. So I think this laundry room woman was like, okay, abuse your barlet. Get the fuck out of here. Fair. And through the magic spoon of them. Fair, if it had been another spirit, I'd be like, yo, abuse your violent. Get the fuck out of here. Fair. And through the magic spoon at them. Fair. If it had been another spirit,

I'd be like, yo, let's like, yeah, let's get into it. Yeah, they could have had a total collab situation. Let's not, not with Matthias. No, good, no, call. I haven't had anything quite as intense ever since, but I sometimes notice shadow figures. There are instances when I feel like Matthias is still with me. No thanks.

And her mom explained that the spirit might always be. No, that figure out a way to get rid of that. Yeah. But it doesn't scare me as much now, especially now that I've gotten a better connection to my intuition. Good for you. Anyways, that's my story about the time a spirit followed me all across the world, only to try barging into the house and nearly scaring the shit out of everyone, while also pissing off another spirit down the hall.

Wow, what a sentence. I hope you all had a fun time reading this world with the poster of a story I did. To this day, I will never be really able to explain what that shadow figure was, but considering all the weird shit with the bruises and knocking that happened, the idea of Mateus getting a little clinging

isn't that surprising. For sure. Thank you so much for the fantastic podcast y'all put together. It always brightens my day to see new episodes and to see y'all cover important cases. I hope you stay safe and take care and of course make sure to keep it weird, but not so weird that the spirit in your boarding school room and Denmark wants your attention and gets jealous whenever you leave and then becomes emotionally attached

to you and decides to show up and invited to your home back in the USA and scared the shutout of everybody. Thank you for everything and take care. Be. Be. Thank you, be because I didn't even know that I needed that story, but I did. Bee. I never heard of a clingy ghost before. That's a truly wild story. Mattias needs like some better help. Yeah, Mattias needs something. He needs something.

That's all I can say about that. Get it together, Mattias. Bee needs something. And I don't blame the laundry room ghost for throwing some weedies out of them because I still think that that was like a bit of an overreaction. A little rude, but sometimes when you gotta, you gotta do what you gotta do. And well, you know, sometimes like,

you just can't control how you feel. Maybe she threw the shitty cereal, we don't know, we didn't have the details. True, maybe she threw like the raisin brand crunch. Yeah, I think I like raisin brand though. Is that the one with the raisins in it? Yes, yeah. I like that.

Raisins remind me of old people we've gone over this. I know. I actually like raisins. So, you know, here I am. Well, that's good. Uh, well, that's good. I'm like, I want the magic spoon. Beach. Oh, magic spoon is the shriot. It's primo. No other cereal will ever suffice.

This is not even an ad. I just really like that. I really love it. All right. So the next one we are going to read is Kentucky fried fright Kentucky fried fries because I want to read that one and it is a tale of how my fat ass was almost murdered on a camping trip I feel like I can see myself in this story Because I love Kentucky fried chicken. I love it so much. I bet it's about that.

Better be. All right, here we go. Some Kentucky Fried Fright. I almost said fight. That's for you. That's for you to say fart. Kentucky Fried fart. Sounds about that.

Follow. All right. Hello, ladies. I've sent in a previous email about Bobby Mackeys that I hope you enjoyed. I haven't seen that, but now I'm going to look for it. Good to take that in there. Thank you for pointing it out. But while I'm sitting here listening to some spoopy tales, Envious that I don you enjoyed. I haven't seen that, but now I'm gonna look for it. I'm gonna take that in the room. I'm gonna take that in the room. But while I'm sitting here listening to some spooopy tales, envious that I don't have any tales of my own,

when it struck me, when the time I was almost murdered on a camping trip in rural Kentucky. How does one forget that? You know, sometimes. Repressed memories. This is long, but I'm not going to apologize for it because I can hear you guys saying, never be sorry for a long story. Yes, you've got it.

Here it goes. About four hours south of where I live is a little slice of heaven called Laurel Lake. That sounds heavenly. It does Laurel Lake. It's got a nice mouth feel too. We love it a little bit. I love a nice mouth feel with words. This lake, I could go weird. This lake is in the Daniel Boone National Forest,

which is an expansive and beautiful part of Kentucky. Red River Gorge, mentioned in a previous episode, is also in this massive 700,000 acre forest. Damn. A lot of forests. The biggest attractions include a giant clear lake that was built as most massive lakes in Kentucky are made by floating old-ass towns because a ballerass pristine lake is much more fun

than having a bullshit hauler to live in. I think you said floating instead of flooding. Oh, did I said floating? Like floating old-ass towns. Oh, flooding old-ass towns. We talked about that with like a linear. Yep, freaks. Oh, flooding. Oh, flooding. Old-Stowns, we talked about that with, like, linear. Like linear. Yep, freaks me out, man. I'll read that one more time for you just because I fucked that up.

Oh, me. By flooding Old-Stowns because a ballerass pristine lake is much more fun than having a bullshit hauler to live in. I digress. Okay, so circa 2000 and something, I don't remember exactly other than it was over 10 years ago. I partied far too hardy to supply dates. Like boyfriend Kevin and I had been camping with some old with some friends for a week at Lake Cumberland also in

Daniel Boone and also a flooded town. Save to say we were filthy as fuck and looked virtually homeless. As we packed up our camp I called my best friend Bethany. Hey, old bitch, what are y'all doing? Bethany says something along the lines of, oh nothing, just going camping down at Laura Lake, I say, oh fuck yeah, say we will meet you guys down there because why not? We don't have jobs or common sense at this point, so what's another week of bathing in a lake

and shitting in the woods? That's what I always say. I could never shit in the woods. No bears do. Kevin has a little piece of shit back. Kevin has a little piece of shit bass boat. And by the grace of God, we find this tiniest boat in camps,

a Bowden campsite, which I didn't even know as a thing. Bring your boat. Yeah, we find this tiniest Bowden campsite that is essentially miles away from anyone that can hear a scream Which is ominous as fuck? Forshadow much. We find Bethany and her boyfriend, Joss, Joss at the campsite Which again is no small feat. This is pre-smart phone era where you had one bar of service at best And you were praying to the Verizon gods that the person you were calling

Happened to be standing on even the tiniest of hills and a clearing, so whatever cellular witchcraft could work its magic. Amazing. We are talking about the time of, quote, I printed out these map quest directions but took the wrong fucking turn. So now on loss, let's just go home.

I am so glad that I grew up in a time where there was GPS and not map quest. Oh, I fucked really hard with MapQuest. I know because I remember you sitting in the fucking computer room printing out MapQuest directions. And it's true. You took a wrong turn, you were like, well, guess we're not going. It was literally that way.

Like I have no sense of direction with a fucking GPS, I can't imagine with MapQuest. It was tough. And also like having, I mean, it just seems dangerous. So, well, you have to have someone like you can't do it by yourself. Yeah. Otherwise, you're really really taking the risk. Playing the recipe. Yeah.

You're being very bold. Bold, mood. So, this campsite is heaven. No one is around, and we feel like we are the last people on Earth. That sounds like hell. I have my eight pound dash in with me, Abby. She has bonded so strongly to me that she will vanquish any rodent that threatens my person. I love it.

My friends have their two dogs, Smoky Bones, and Boogie Woogie. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. This is amazing. I also need to know if Boogie Woogie is named after the ICP song. Boogie Woogie Woogie. I mean, that's a real story.

But our Boogie Woogie might be, or no, that's Oogie Woogie. Never mind. That's a real story. But our bookie wiki might be, no, that's Ogee Bogie never mind. I was thinking of Nightmare on. I think it's Icey Key's. I think it's Icey Key's. Hey, maybe. So Smokey is a majestic hundred pounds of beagle

who is afraid of his own shadow. And Bogie is about 40 pounds of lean mutt with a fierce killer instinct. Yes. Bogie has been known to kill just about anything in her path, including turtles and she climbs trees. Wow. I feel safe with Boogie.

Me too. The other two? Not so much. I'm also more comfortable with dogs around out in the great unknown. They keep it real. Yeah. I agree. Anyway, tragically, Kevin lost a great uncle who lived down by the lake, so we thought we

would kill two birds with one stone, funeral and adventure. Have your cake and eat it too. Why wouldn't you go see distant relatives after camping for over a week? I chose not to go, because I'd rather not show up at a funeral than to show up at a stranger's funeral smelling of the wood slash lake I've been kicking it in. Kevin gives zero fucks about personal experiences. He didn't pack a suit for his funeral. Instead, he put on his best best pair of muddy workboosts, his finest, his finest of faded t-shirt, and his shortest of cut-off shorts because he's trash. I'm amazing.

Josh mentions he will take him to the funeral because he needs to pick up some herbal supplements in town. Don't we all? Apparently our connection is a friend of the guy who brings firewood via golf cart, a mile down the dirt trail to a boat to the Bowden campers. These guys are cool. I'll be at kind of weird. I love it. These backwoods weirdos offer Kevin and Joshua ride to Josh's car on the cart so they can go to town for both the hook up and the funeral. Again, two birds. We might all be trash at this point. It's uncertain. I love it. I feel like I'm not your my people. I love that you're like it's uncertain. I don't know. Josh waves Bethany on to join him on the back of the moving cart speeding away. Then fucking boogie jumps on the cart. I take a look at Bethany who shrugs and mouse the word,

sorry, as she rides off into the fucking sunset and leads me alone at the campsite because there's no room for me on this trip into civilization. Okay, don't panic. You're alone with two pussy-ass dogs in the middle of the woods in the middle of a lake, but that's okay. You're gonna be fine. I'm so goddamn mad at Bethany, like so much for that rider, Dyebitch. I settle down at camp and know that Josh is a quick all-about business type of guy. They won't be gone long. I sit and I wait. I think of taking a nap, but the tent is too hot, and I'm a ball of nervous energy. The sun begins to set, and it's been hours. All of that's not normal. Does your brain ever do that thing where it sabotages you into being a neurotic mass? Yes. Mine sure as fuck does.

Same. At this point, I'm thinking some weird shit went down and everyone is dead. The car rolled into oncoming traffic and everyone is crushed by a semi. Or murdered by the local population, shot, robbed, and killed by the ever-prevalent mountain people. My friends and boyfriend are dead, and this is my life now. Oh no. I've consigned my fate to being the woman of the woods that the locals tell stories about. I'm fucking sick. I Pace the woods looking for a cell signal. Remember, I'm stranded at a Bowden campsite with no goddamn cell reception for like eight hours. My flip phone is a useless piece of shit as I work myself into a nervous frenzy.

Again, talk myself down. This is a goddamn rollercoaster. Nightfalls. It's going on 10 p.m. My friends are 100% dead. I am 100% dead. So long crew world, here lies Sarah, a weak ass bitch that can't handle being alone in the woods for a few hours. Oh my god. It starts to fucking thunderstorm. No, it does it. In case you didn't hear me from the back, the end is near, I am fucked. I'm also dramatic if you didn't gather that for my immediate sense of impending doom. I get the courage to walk the mile or so

in the dark-ass woods to the parking lot, not knowing what I'll do when I get there, just hoping I get enough cell reception to make a call. Oh my God, I'm scared for you. You're doing more than I would because I couldn't walk through those woods. I would just stay put. I got my little dog and we are piecing the fuck out of these spooky

s woods in the rain. Sorry Smoky, you're gonna have to hold down the fort since you don't like the dark or the rain motherfucker. Y'all, I start walking and I see an eerie light. It's the color of those obnoxious headlights that douchebag said. I know you know that one. I know exactly. I'm so cool with these fluorescent looking bulbs. Hope you don't like being able to see while you drive at night. This light is getting closer. No. Abby sees it and she charges off barking.

Through the rain, I see a man. He is shirtless, but has on a yellow rain slicker with matching hat and pants. Why would he ever do that? No. This guy looks like a mix between a firefighter and the dude from I know what you did last summer. You know, that's the first thing that came to my mind.

I thought of I know what you did last summer. And know, that's the first thing that came to my mind. I thought of I know what you did last summer, and I also thought of the man that was on the fish sticks box when I was growing up. Oh my god, the uh, though he has a name. The Gordon's Fisherman. Thank you. There you go. That's who I thought of. Good call. I like that about you. I used to talk so hard with the fish sticks. Like that of you.

I feel like everyone did. I loved fish sticks. Why does nobody talk about fish sticks anymore? Yeah. What where's the conversation around fish sticks? Why is nobody eat fish sticks anymore probably for good reason to people do do people do people do people do people do people do I'm feeling people do I don't know my kids don't but I feel like they should I would not feed my own personal kids fish sticks I don't know, they were great. So he's carrying that speedy ass lantern, and all I see is this guy coming towards me in the rain.

The light is shining, so the yellow is so bright that it leaves a shadow over the face and body. I yell for Abby to run, as I see him looming closer. Abby is my BFF, and I know she will have my back, unlike that bitch Bethany who sold me up the river. She will feel sorry that she ditched my ass and the wilderness only to be murdered by a goddamn movie villain. I'm freaked the fuck out so I run.

I'm a big girl and bitch, let me tell you that I've never been a track star. But when I saw this tall ass motherfucker and a rain slicker walking up on me in a thunderstorm, I straight up forced gummed my ass back to camp. There were literally sparks flying from my home screaming. I start thinking, oh my fucking fuck, what do I do? He's getting closer than I see him.

Kevin? What? Where in the fuck did he get this rain slicker outfit? Blue light special from Murderer Zara's? Never have I seen this outfit before, and I melted into that big fucking idiot so hard because I'm one anxious bitch who was on the brink of disaster all day and thought I was about to become a damned urban legend.

Bethany and Josh come out of the rain like nothing happened. Pretty chill and uneventful night if you ask me. Know what made it the best trip ever that I wasn't murdered by a psycho with a backstory and a rain slicker during a thunderstorm. So keep it weird, but not so weird that you take a trip to nowhere with your best friends only for them to go on a sketchy drug deal and a funeral with the only dog who would protect your ass during attack. Only to have a D'Arangelunatec walk up on New York campsite out of the darkness wearing a rain slicker,

only for her to end up being your trash idiot boyfriend. PS, he's still my boyfriend and he's still trash. Oh, yes. PSS, should you decide to share this story over the thousands of others that you read? I give zero shits if you keep everyone's name the same. We're trash, remember? Oh, yeah, you are.

I love you. We're all trash here. With every bit of my soul. But I need to know why did Bethany and the other guy leave for so long? Why would I worry so long? I thought they were just doing a droop deal. I got a no I gotta know why that took so long. Yeah, why they leave you for a long time for you Where did your boyfriend get the fucking rain slicks? Why would you know wearing clothes?

This is only wearing a rain slicker and pants and a hat. Yeah, like he went to this You know closed and then he came back naked. Yeah, we need to know more. You need to give us an update, man. Update, please. Please, please, Sarah, please. Because that was hilarious as well. That's amazing. If I was like the most amazing thing ever, Sarah, I love you. All right, my next one is called Listener Tale. My dead mom finally sent me a sign after five years because of Y'all and Y'all's podcast. Whoa! I didn't tell her to do that, but I'm glad she did. I'll take the credit.

The lane is like, I told her to do so. Yeah. I did it. Hey, Ash and Alaina, my name is Kylie. Yes, you're more than welcome to use my name and any names used. You may butcher it just as everybody else does. Don't feel bad, it always happens.

Sounds like Kylie, but spelled like above. I really wish that I had read that because I spent about three minutes trying to figure out if your name was Kylie or Kylie I think I thought yeah I suck but yeah Kylie. That's a cool way to spell it I like it. Anyway sorry about the little mini Ted talk about my name don't even I needed it. So I'll start this like everybody else does. I love you guys so much I really feel like I'm laughing with a friend and I even sometimes talk to you all even though y'all don't respond. Honestly, I do that

to a podcast that I listen to all the time. And sometimes I'm like, oh, I have to tell so and so this. And I'm like, they don't know who I am. They don't know who that person is. No, I do like last podcast on the left, but I used to do it all the time. Yeah. I like, oh, like my friend Marcus. Yeah. So podcast. That happens to me all the time. I'm like, oh, I have to tell Lara. And then I'm like, oh, she doesn't know who the fuck I am. Literally. Anyways, so as you read above, yes, after five years, you all got my mom to get up the courage to say, hey to her daughter after five freaking years.

This is amazing. I'm going to cry. So the little backstory, my mom, mother to four of us kids, my older sister me and my two younger brothers, about six years back, my little brother Blake had passed away to his due to his lungs collapsing. I'm so sorry. He was only four years old, but our little angel. This was very hard on my mom and us kids.

My mom went through about a year of not getting out of bed and struggling to function honestly. Me being 11 years old at the time, I was taking care of her since we had a lot going on and a little bit of alcohol and drug abuse. But my aunt, who I'm very close to, came over one day and talked to her, actually kind of slapped her around a bit, not literally, of course. And the next thing I knew, the next three days, right after school, we would go to the beach and spend hours upon hours until dark. I remember those were some of the best days that I had with her. Lying on the sheet laid out on top of the beautiful white Florida beach sand, looking at the water

and wishing it would stop being so loud so I could go to sleep and looking at my brother thinking of how the hell are you asleep right now. But overall it was an amazing experience and if I knew then what I knew now I would have cherished that time so much more than I did. While December rolls around and something to know about my mom, she absolutely sucks at time management. Sorry not sorry mom, we both know you were late to everything, even your wedding. Amazing. Me and your mom have that.

So Christmas Eve comes around and she left that night to do last minute Christmas shop. Well, stubborn little Kylie wanted to go with her mom to the store, but she told me to stay. Begging and begging finally mom got agitated and told me to go to bed. Not sure if I told her I loved her before she left. She spent all night with my aunt and absolutely had to pick up my little brother's new bike around three or four in the morning, even though my aunt offered to get it. She's also very stubborn and had to get it done. So needless to say, I didn't get to spend that Christmas with her. She tragically gotten an accident on the way home on December 25th, 2015. That's the most horrific thing. I'm so sorry that you went

through that. Seriously. I won't go into great detail about that. I'm sure you after all this, you're thinking, damn, this chick has gone through some shit. And now we have to come to this. Wow, I know it's so bad. Well, fast forward five years, it's November 2021, and I was on the way to Georgia to visit some family friends.

Now, I remind you, this was my first long road trip. I was with my younger brother, and it was about eight hours. Y'all got me through nearly the entire trip. I'm glad. I love that. My brother threw in his headphones, and I thought, yes, this is my chance to catch up on some morbid. While some time goes on and out of nowhere,

I see my brother pop up, and he goes, he did what to his wife? Oh my god, that's amazing. I looked at him and realized he had been listening along with me the whole time, and I busted out laughing. So about three hours I was driving through Alabama and I was about to pass Auburn University. This is where my older sister had graduated and even though my mom was an Alabama fan, she was very proud of my... So wait, is she not an Alabama fan?

No, she's an Alabama fan, not an Auburn fan. Oh, okay I saw a's and I was like goodbye So even though my mom was an Alabama fan she was very proud of my sister for going She sadly passed away before she could see my sister graduate Well, I had been wanting to stop by our but Auburn the whole drive since my sister would always take us there every time We went to Georgia Well, since it was the first trip I took as the driver, I didn't want to fuck up the GPS, so I just left it be and kept driving. Around the same time I was listening to one of Yall's listener tales,

I believe I can't remember exactly in which one, but the girl in your story was talking about how she asked her deceased father for a sign, and he was apparently very sarcastic. Well, the next day she... Oh, I remember this one. I do too. Well, the next day she had a literal sign in her front yard with a heart on it. Yep Oh, remember this one. I do too. Well the next day she had a literal sign in her front yard with a heart on it. Yep, I love that one. I love that. The whole time I was just wishing my mom would give me a sign since I haven't heard from her since the day she passed. Well, at that exact time my GPS said it was rerouting and I thought, well fuck, I missed a turn, so I'm so into this podcast. Well, I get over to take the exit and it takes me straight through to Auburn in a circle. No, no, takes me straight through Auburn in a circle.

It puts me back on the interstate and I looked to my right and I'm passing the exit. I just took. So that's my story. Sorry, it was super sad at the start, but just no y'all are the reason I finally got my closure that my mom is watching. That's so beautiful. She was like, go through her, bitch. She was like, do it. I always wanted to go. PS, I'm listening to y'all right now, and Ash would really appreciate the word eat in my story.

So here you go, Ash. Eat. Oh my god. It has the little sparkles, which I fucking love, the sparkle emoji. So thank you very much. Well, with all that, stay weird, but not so weird that you randomly come across a podcast

that you low-key fall in love with, accidentally make your brother listen to it, and then make him question why men cut up their wives' clothes of the chainsaw, and ask for a sign from your dead mom, then go through the university year-old or sister graduated from and realize that the speakers of your favorite podcast literally became your guardian angels and made your mom go the balls to give her a sign that literally was there after nearly six years. That's amazing! I love that! That is amazing! Through with me! What a story! And what a strong human being you must be. Kylie, you're the best. Better than all the rest.

So the next one that I have is a starch departure. Oh, it's called, my dad worked with John Wayne Gacy. Yup. Which, wow, okay. You're not carrying the lead there. Nope, here it is. That's what I'm doing. That's what I'm doing.

I know, that got my attention. So this is from listener Katie. And it says, let me make it bigger, because my glasses are in the mail. Uh, where'd be Parker? Uh, none. None, just excited to get new glasses. My friend Lauren and I are big on true crime,

and she introduced me to your podcast and the John Wayne Gacy Doccky series on Peacock. We both feel a sense of connection to the John Wayne Gacy case because we both grew up in the Chicago suburbs. I grew up in Deplanes, Illinois, and graduated from Maine West High School. My dad also grew up in Deplanes and graduated from Maine West High School in 1975. That's where this story begins. My dad walked across the stage of high school graduation

in spring of 1975. In the crowd of around 1,000, damn boomers, damn. Other students were carry peace in John's sick. All three would encounter Gacy in some way, but only two would walk away to try to live their lives. John's sick's Maine in a 1975 class ring, would be among the evidence found in Gacy's house to identify John as among those buried in the crawlspace. After graduation, my dad became a bricklayer and worked for a local contractor.

He worked hard, made good money, and was happy with his employment situation. This is what my dad credits to being his saving grace during the summer of 1978. You see, there was another contractor in the area who would hire young men between 15 and 25 and pay them good money as a lure. His name was, you guessed it, John Wayne Gacy. Thankfully, my dad was not one of them, but that summer Gacy needed some extra hands, and my dad was one of those set of hands. At 21 years old, my dad got to work. He minded his own business, and thanked the sweet heavens was loyal as fuck to his boss. When asked if he wanted

a job, he politely declined, saying he was happy where he was. I don't know if my dad caught a vibe or just a huff-h hufflepuff like myself. Hufflepuffs for trans rights. FUJKR. Oh yeah. I'm a hufflepuff. You are a hufflepuff, I'm a slither. That clearly goes for about saying. For trans rights, fuck you JKR. I'm also attaching two pictures. One is a picture of Robert Peast from the Dock U series and one is of my dad around the same time. Shit is wild. When.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E being found on the Gacy property, it's safe to say the news was everywhere. When the news reached my dad, he was about to shit his pants, according to my mom. I joke with my friend Lauren about how casual my dad is about having worked with John Wayne Gacy while fitting his perfect victimology

and while he was mid-mirter-spree. Now Ash, I can't speak for your dad. I think they thought your dad was the one who had the connection, but it was actually good. Oh, Rooster. But yeah, future, you know, dad and law. Yeah, exactly. But actually my dad. No, Ash, I can't speak for your dad and law, but I think I understand why my dad is so casual about it. You see, when I ask him questions about that summer, the first thing he mentions are the people he knew. He didn't know Robert Peast, but he was friendly with his sister. And while I obsess about how close my family came to this, my dad keeps the focus on those who were lost. This case hit the town of Deplains and Maine West High School very hard. When we read

about cases and when we read about cases and watch shows about them, sometimes we forget that these were real people. All young and had goals and dreams and families. They all had a moment to realize what their fate would be and they probably thought of their families. I have a great deal of respect for how my dad chooses not to make this tragedy about himself. I've learned from his handling of my constant questions. When Gacy, what Gacy did to those boys and those families is atrocious. Justice has technically been served, but after watching his manipulations of his story after the trial in the docu series, go watch it if you'll, if you go watch it, you'll be fucking livid. It still feels so yucky and unfinished. I agree, whenever you hear

that fucker talk, I know he's gone, but it's like he's such a dick. He's such a shitbag. I guess that's just what happens when monsters are discovered. Gacy was put to death in May of 1994, at which point my dad had the opportunity to get married and start a family. I was born one month before Gacy was executed, bringing some joy to a dark memory in my dad's mind. Wow.

Anyway, I hope you keep it weird, but not so weird that you accidentally volunteer to help a serial killer, but do be so weird that you catch vibes and save your own life because you're loyal as fuck Katie that is bananas the like Comparison of these two photos. It is Wilds they could be brothers. There's like twin twin brothers. I mean it is like the same boy That's nuts unreal. Oh, that's so sad. I know whenever it is like the same boy. That's nuts. Unreal.

That's so sad. I know whenever you see Robert Piste or any of these victims, oh, you're like, these adorable boys just, their whole lives in front of them. The John Wayne Casey case is a true nightmare of epic proportions. Very much is.

He was just so disgusting. Thank goodness. Yeah. Thank goodness they're still identifying victims because that's necessary. Absolutely. Thank goodness for DNA and genealogy right now. I know. Whew.

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["Piano Song"] But wow, that was pretty wild. We had a lot of crazy tales, y'all. We did, you guys keep on keeping it weird. You guys just genuinely kill it all the time. And please continue to do so, because we want to keep doing this forever and ever. Forever, forever.

I'll be so happy loving you. Just so you don't regret that. It's a deep cut. Oh, thanks, guys, for writing it. And we hope you continue to write in, and we hope you'll continue to keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird. Keep it so weird that you write us tributes about Bailey because that was the most

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