Morbid - Listener Tales 7

Episode Date: December 16, 2019

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of your home. Download the free Angie mobile app today or visit Angie.com. That's ANGI.com. Hey weirdos, I'm Alena. I'm Ash. And this is a listener toil morbid. Hey yo. It's the episode that's by you for you all about you. By you for you from you about you having to do with you all of the new things. Because we love you, we love you so much, so much, so that we can't wait to see all of your beautiful faces at our live shows next year. Oh my God, guys.

Also, it's so funny here, and you say next year because I'm like, it's not next year. It's in a couple of months, but I know it wasn't a weird next year, isn't like a few weeks. As in the beginning of the roaring 20s. I love that for you. I love that for me. Really quickly, let me just apologize if I sound like a toad. I do have a little cold going on. Don't yell at me.

It's because she's been helping me take care of my family. So giving my best stab at Motherhood, practicing for a fucking 45-year-old down the road, killing it. Anyways, the live shows we are playing, which still sounds weird. We are going to hang out with you at the Grammar Seat Theater in New York on January 30th. Woo, that one is sold out. Sold the fuck out, which is crazy. Banana's.

But whoever bought tickets to that can't wait to see ya. See you soon. April 14th, we will be at the Punchline Comedy Club in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And I believe there are still tickets left for that, so go get them. Go get them. Then the very fucking next night We're gonna hang out with you at the DC improv and Washington DC baby Again, I'm pretty sure there are tickets left for that one, but go get them because they go in soon

I just burped I hope you didn't hear that didn't hear it cool Then in May I'm so fucking excited for this one. Mesa. I'm excited for all them But mace have it for play Xanies Nashville, Tennessee. It's gonna be so fun, so so fun, so Nashville, so Nashville. And I don't even know if Ash knows this, but I'm pretty sure that that show sold out. Excuse me. What is it for real? I think it might be sold out. We did get a couple of messages with people being like, wait a second, I was trying to get

tickets and I think it sold out. So I think it's so crazy enough. Our shows are going really fast. Why do you want us? Bonkers for me to say. And we just want to let you go. And guys know that we are truly humbled by the fact that you want to buy tickets to come see us. Like the humble edest of humble. We are not taking this for granted at all. It's belowing our mind each and every time. So thank you guys so much. Go get those DC and Philly tickets and we'll be adding more shows. If we sell out Philly and

and DC we might be adding a special show. So get on it. Bottoms, tickets. The other little piece of business I just wanted to mention was anybody who bought tickets or bought tickets, bought shirts on our website. Those shirts have come in or inventory has come in. So we're going to be sending those out to you. So be on the lookout because they should be coming soon. And if you haven't bought a shirt, tell you wait for. Go buy a shirt. What you want in fall. Go to our merch store because we're going to be adding more styles and designs. But yeah, so they'll be coming to you soon Thanks for being so patient Elena. I posted an Instagram the other night and I was wearing

What were you wearing the murder apparel sweatshirt baby murder apparel? Oh my god, you know what I just realized I'm literally wearing a murder apparel sweatshirt right now. Holy shit She really is Christmas. She literally a Christmas one. A Christmas one, because I'm right if a Christmas holidays. Well, if you want to wear a fucking murder apparel sweatshirt to every event in your life like me, you can go and hit up their Instagram at murder apparel. It's wonderful. Do it. Click the link in their bio. They have a bunch of cool shirts, but I and sweatshirts, but I think the coolest ones are in the morbid section. Yeah, we're not biased, but you know, not biased at all, but morbid's pretty fucking rad. It is. So if you want to go ahead and do that and then purchase whatever your sweet morbid-ass

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I love you, Murder apparel. And without further ado, let's get to the listener tails, shall we? Do you wanna go first? I sure do. Cool. So my first one is called Devil or Dad. I mean, shall we? Do you want to go first? I sure do. Cool. So my first one is called devil or dad. I mean, which one? What is it? I'm going to come and kill you. This is from Becky.

I bet the good hair. Becky with the good hair. Hi, my mother fucking morbid friends. Hey! Hey, mother fucking Becky. What's up, motherfucker? What's up, Becky? I have a tale for you. Good. Because this is the listener tales episode to the right place, Beck's. Well, not a tale, because it's true. So a story, if you will. I want to start by saying, I love your podcast. I only found it, like literally three days ago, and I've already been so much, and I'm definitely

not getting enough sleep. I just can't stop listening. Oh, my God, I love that. That's amazing. Anywho, hold on to those crazy ass ass butts bottoms if you're from the UK. Hold on to the bottom or booties. I live in the UK with my nann and grad, granddad. I was like, grud. You literally were like, grud. I went full British. With my nann and grud. I was getting into it. I feel like I feel like you need to now tell the whole story in an English accent. Oh god, I won't do that to you guys. And I also lived with my dad in the same house before he passed away five Christmas's ago. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I've always thought my

house was a bit haunted. Always got a bit spooked going up the stairs and on the landing. Ever since I was young, I loved watching scary stuff with my dad. And we had watched every single episodes of Ghost Hunters up until he passed away in his bedroom, which is now my son's bedroom, and he points in the corner all the time. But that's a different story. Yikes. Hope it's your dad. To that too. They'll point in the corner or smile into the corner. The baby laughs at the corner. Yeah. The baby laughs into the corner all the time. And we think it's like, don't love it. The lake. Oh, I hope it's a happy grandmother lake over there. Just be like, hey, girl, me too, I sleep in your living room a lot.

You need to know these small details now, and it will make sense later on. Growing up, my dad would often come upstairs onto the landing and hover outside my door. Nothing creepy says, don't worry. I'm gonna stand there and pretty much spy on me, especially if I had a boyfriend round. I get that. 100%. Yeah, that's just a dad. That's Alina in the future.

It absolutely. Now, baby daddy and fiance. Oh, so the boyfriend is now baby daddy and fiance. Okay. So that worked out well. Congrats. My dad would listen to see what we were watching then come in for a little chit chat and gossip.

It was really cute knowing he wanted to just have a chat and would try to see what we were watching for a combo starter. That's really cute. That is adorable. Also in the night, he would stay up so late, watching family and just late night UK TV. If he needed to go to the toilet,

he would pretty much run across the landing, pass my bedroom door, and the floorboards on the landing are super creaky. So creaky that I know each creaky spot like the back of my hand. So getting the spooky part of getting to the spooky part of the story. After my dad passed away, maybe like a year after me and my fiance woke up at exactly the same time in the middle of the night, three a.m. Oh, the witching hour. Always three. Always three. My

fiance doesn't believe in ghosts, et cetera. And never believes me when I say I felt things and seen things. Anywho. So 3 a.m. we both wake up at the same time and look in the corner of my bedroom near the door. We both saw a massive black mass. No. Fucking huge. Just standing there watching us hunched over.

Oh, oh no. I feel like that was not your didah. I don't, that was not your didah. I don't like that. We both said to each other what the fuck is that? I was panicking saying turn the fucking light on. When my fiance again said what the fuck is that? Whatever, whatever it was ran off, so goddamn fast,

and you could hear it running down the landing, all floorboards creaking and banging. Ugh. Ugh. Don't love that. In fact, I hate it. Ugh. Oh, don't love that. In fact, I hate it. We were so shit it up. I'm always so shit it up.

Fuck, I love UK. You're so shit up. We were so shit it up. We sat there for about an hour. Fucked up. Wondering was it my dad peeping on us or something more sinister i'm going to go with something more sinister yeah i literally sleep all wrapped up no toes fingers legs arms head or even a strand of fucking hair hiding out no one believes us but fuck them hey this really happened and now i'm scared all the time it's things keep happening

especially in my son's room my dad dad's old room. That's it. I hope you still got your butt cis. Keep it weird. You weird guys love my all my weirdness and love Becky. Becky sister. Black masses are never a good thing. No, black masses are not typically family members. No, I feel like they're not.

Typically Satan. They are not happy, gentle didas who just want to sit gone. That is not chilled to death. You know, shoot the hot g to sit gone. That is not chuged to death. You know, shoot the hot goss with you. That's no. What the hell? Now we can't stop being British. I'm like, no.

You're like, no. No. No, that's not your dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad I feel like where are you since I've severed the middle or somewhere what makes a person a murderer are they born to kill or are they Made to kill I'm Candace DeLong and on my podcast killer psyche daily Which you can find exclusively on Amazon music I share a quick 10 minute rundown every weekday on the motivations and Behaviors of the criminal masterminds you read about in the news. I have decades of experience as a psychiatric nurse, FBI agent, and a criminal profiler. On Killer Psychie Daily, I'll give you my expert perspective on cases like the mysterious New York City drugings, breaking down Lori Valow, a.k.a. Mommy Doom stays motives and what drove Caitlin Armstrong to murder?

I'll also bring on expert guests who add even more insight into these criminal minds. I promise you won't regret adding these 10 minutes to your morning routine. Hey Prime members, listen to the Amazon Music exclusive podcast Killer Psychie Daily in the Amazon Music app. Download the app today. Hey there, fellow podcast listener. it's Elena. And Ash, and we're taking you back to the days before streaming services. Whoa. You know when you would come home from high school and it was only a few hours until that TV show everyone was watching was about to come

on. Well, in 1999, that show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In our podcast with Wondery, the re-watcher Buffy the Vampire Slayer, we take it back to 1999. So get out your knee-high boots and paste that poster of Angel on the Wall. It's time to enter the Buffyverse. Some of you avid morbid listeners already know what we've gotten store. Hear no? Join us as we sway our way through Buffy's drama, action and romance. Episode by episodes. Lazy, follow the rewatcher, Buffy the Vampire Slayer,

wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Darn, eirin, eirin, eirin, eirin. Whale! Okay, this one is called, the time I almost became dead people for the sake of fresh air. Okay, all right. I'm gonna tell you why I picked this after I read the line that I read. Dearest Ashley Alina, I'm supposed to be studying for exams right now, but you'll

know, so I'm writing you guys a fun little listener tails because I no, I'm supposed to be studying for exams right now, but you'll know. So I'm writing you guys a fun little listener tails because I hecking love you. That's why I picked this. I hecking love you. I'm hecking love you. She wrote it in all capitals. I hecking love you right back. I'm a newer subscriber of your podcast, but Mormon has instantly become my favorite thing

that I have ever heard. Thank you. Wow. I love you. All of the women in my family are hardcore true crime fans, and from a age I lived for the date line channel and binged criminal minds. Yes, that sounds like a family of bad-ass Fuck yeah women right there if the timeline doesn't add up I made teen which means I was four when criminal minds came out Oh damn also I would very much like to marry a math route math Is it Matthew Matthew Gray?

Matthew Gray Matthew Gray gu I don't know. Matthew Gray. I'm gonna suck. Matthew Gray, gub-gubb-gubbler. Listen, I took some robotusid before this, okay? It's having an effect. It's not drowsy, so I don't know know. Regardless. Regardless. Regardless. Alright, so back to the story. She says, I am absolutely in love with your sisterly dynamic, having myself a blended family with a complicated mother.

That's for you Ash. Girl, shout out. But the absolute most amazing sisters I could have ever asked for. Me too. Oh, I love that. You know what people don't know is that I have a little sister that I love very much. I feel like my little sister is like cool, I'll go fuck myself, because I always talk about how, I love that. You know what people don't know is that I have a little sister that I love very much. I feel like my little sisters Like cool. I'll go fuck myself because I always talk about how much I love you anyways. I'm the favorite She doesn't listen so it's fine We all have varying degrees of shared DNA, but gosh if some dumb ass piece of what let us told me that we weren't real sisters

I would roundhouse kick them in the face like the guy who would the America pants and Napoleon died in my I'm obsessed with every part of that And you know what I'm gonna start roundhouse kicking people in the face when they say we're not sisters wearing American flag pants Amazing, by the way, I work at a bar and one time a one time the Royal British Marine soccer team Whatever heking British crumpets and hula blue that is stopped by this overpriced shit hole. It got wasted blue that is, stopped by this overpriced shit hole it got wasted. Wasted one exchange between bickering teammates ended when one snack of a man told another that he looked like a piece of what lettuce and it has become my favorite insult. Anyway, let the spook commence. This is my favorite ever.

I love this person. What lettuce? All right. One morning and eighth grade insert dry heaving sounds for middle school. Oh my God. I feel that on such a spiritual level. Middle school was not fun for anybody. I woke up up, it was still very dark and heard my mom in the kitchen getting ready to leave for work. It was normal for her to leave very early because she had a 30 to 40 minute commute to Baltimore,

which is a fantastic city. And I will not be told otherwise, go Ravens. Okay. And she was never very good at keeping quiet and to not wake me at 5 a.m. Also quick side note, one of my biggest pet peeves is when people are talking about time and they say, oh my god, this is my biggest pet peeve. Oh, I'm excited. When they say 5 a.m. in the morning, I fucking yeah, I say that all the time.

I don't know when I hate either. Like, no, when you said, A.M. at men morning, you do not need to add in the morning for emphasis that is, or that it was early, you're not that special and I don't feel bad for you. Thank you. That's what you said. That's amazing. Usually when her noise woke me up, I would go downstairs and say goodbye,

like the angel that I am. So I pushed my covers off and put my legs over the bed, but I have bad circulation and it was hecking cold. So I said, not today, Satan. And I went back to sleep. Sorry, mom. Wow, you can relate to so much of this. Honestly, I woke up later to my mom opening my door and a panic yelling my name like, like she was checking if I was in my room. I was like, well, good morning to you too. Why pray teller are you coming in at 7 a.m.? Pray tell. If you hadn't collected, my mom had not left early for work that morning, meaning that the person

in my fucking kitchen was not my mom. What? Was it? My mom told me that someone broke into the house and robbed us. What the fuck? That piece of what lettuce had come in through our kitchen window and broke some glass, which is what had woken me up.

I almost went downstairs at the ass crack of, or she said crack, guys, it asked at the ass crack of, or she said, crack, guys, it asked. I think the crack of dawn to say good morning to someone fucking robbing me. What? They even took a dollar and changed out of our swear jar that was supposed to eventually fund a passport for me. Petty bitch. He took drugs, not illegal ones, LOL, and cash like the ship I he is and made his way to the next house. Also, now is when I would like to note that I was, that was the morning I found out that fresh airs for dead people because I almost became dead people.

He hit up multiple houses in the neighborhood, but little did the drug-dub fuckhead realize that? And Apple is where I'm from, from as a suburb of DC, and therefore littered with secret service agents. Really, there's at least four that I know of in my neighborhood. Luckily, one of these wonderful pal cells, for littered with secret service agents. Really, there's at least four that I know of in my neighborhood. Luckily, one of these wonderful pal saw, saw a senior sticky fingers,

leaving a house with a bunch of random shit. Scared him into shitless, scared him shitless and to throwing his bag under a car and running. This pal called the cops, made sure the bag wasn't a bomb because secret service things. And we got our stuff back, which is cool. Needless to say, our kitchen windows stays locked down.

I would like to add that I was listening to an episode this week on my way to work in Dennis, more dry heaving sounds. Dennis. Radar was mentioned, and I shit you not, Alina, I said fucking Dennis. In perfect synchronization. So I think we're soul sisters now.

We are. So please never stop doing you. Also congrats on Baby Morbid. My mom was a nurse midwife for 30 years Wow, I actually watched some rando give birth when I was seven because I was sick and my mom had to take me to work with her A testament to her questionable parenting. Oh damn. All right. She said her mom was questionable. Oh, I forgot about that So I know that shit is hard work So power to your sister for being a badass mom. Oh Mary early Christmas. Please do a live show in DC or Baltimore

Oh, hey, are we gonna see you keeping it weird to the best of my ability Kate? for being a badass mom. Mary, early Christmas, please do a live show in DC or Baltimore. Oh, hey. Hey, are we gonna see you keeping it weird to the best of my ability, Kate. Kate. I loved that. First of all, you're hilarious. You're so funny.

You're so heckin' funny, Kate. You're so heckin' funny, Kate. Second of all, that was the spookiest fucking tale of all time because I say it all the time, my biggest fear is home invasions. 100%. Like, biggest fear. And to know that somebody who's downstairs

in your fucking house. And you almost said, like you almost like ran into them, but it's like it's heckin' cold, so I can't go downstairs. Like you almost went downstairs and were like, Mom, what are you doing? And it would be some senior sticky fingers. Your sticky fingers could have hurt you, can you?

They could have, and he didn't, and I'm glad for that. And also, sure, we'll do a live show in DC. Yeah, just for you, Kate. Just for you, man. So hope to see ya. Just so you guys know this next listener tale kind of deserves a little bit of a trigger warning. It involves a stalker.

It involves self-harm, and it has a lot of abusive situations in it, like a lot of description of it. So if you don't like that, just skip ahead a little bit. Um, but it's a crazy one. So my next one is called the time I had a stalker who was literally the devil incarnate. Oh, that sounds like nothing I want in my life. Wow. That's just, you don't bury the lead at all.

You're just like, yep. So this is from Jessica. Guys, I apologize in advance for this long ass story, but it's worth the read I promised. Don't apologize. Don't you ever apologize, Jessica, never. May of all the fucked up things I've endured in my life. This one fucked with me the most

as I've never been as afraid for my life as I was when this dude came into my life. Oh Jesus, I'm scared. I'm real scared. Also ladies, before you read on, let me say I adore your show and seeing your podcast blossom the way it has is so, so, so, awesome.

I am happy for you guys. You deserve it and I wish you nothing but continued success and joy. My God Jessica, you just gave me all the snuggly, fluffly feels. The spubiest, most dubious, happiest feels. I love you, Jessica. Love you. You two are the fucking tits. So are you Jessica? You're the Chasticles. Also, you guys can use my name. I'm Jess. Hey, Jess. Hey, Jess. I was love Jess. Thanks. I don't have to edit that out. So

that's good. And the man in question here is Spunky. That was his fucking nickname, and then she did the Pew-Cface. You know, I don't like that at all. Spunky, what's up? Anyway, read on and feel free to condense and shorten this story where you need to. Won't do it. When I was in high school, I used to spoil the shit

out of my little sister. She's 10 years younger. Oh, that's funny. To this day, she and I are super close like you two. Oh. One of the things we used to do often is go to the movies and afterwards to the Pizzeria right across the street. One day in October of 2006, after watching this animated movie with my sis, a guy starts talking to us at the Pizzeria. I should mention that our dad passed away three years prior at the age of 35. I'm sorry. I was bullied most of my life are being tall and skinny so I was super immature insecure and losing him

just worse in things. Since he was my cheerleader and even encouraged me to get into modeling. Oh my god. My heart. Jess. Jess. I am hugging you right now. Jess here's Bad Bitch. Here's Bad Bitch. Bad Bitch Vines. Right. I'm just giving you a big old hug through this podcast. But of course the crustiest kids at school Oh, they are so crusty. They're the crustiest would say I was happy He was dead, so I became more of a loner. What the fuck kind of bullying was that? What pieces of shit? I hate that. God. I hate other people's kids I

This played a major role in me giving this guy the time of day. Anyway, I gave him my number and we started hanging out in the library. He'd meet me after school while I studied or did homework. We were both super into art and music, so we got along well. I started noticing he never took off his black jacket, even though the library was warm and cozy. One day, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled them back down almost immediately, but not before I caught a glimpse. He had dozens of cut marks on both arms and one really gnarly vertical cut, which I knew exactly what that meant. I didn't pry, but on another occasion he told me the story. Apparently his favorite uncle saved his life. I won't

get into too much detail, but he grew up in an abusive household. Oh. His dad would beat his mom to a bloody pulp to the point where her blood would spatter the walls. Oh my God. Holy shit. Jesus Christ. Holy shit. He's being the, his being the oldest would protect his younger siblings by hiding them in the closet. Oh my God. I felt super bad for him and had a major soft spot for him at first. Man, I don't blame you at all. Yeah, no How could you not? I was also dealing with depression anxiety and an eating disorder So I knew his friendship would become too much to handle. I also found out he was not 18 or 19 like I originally thought he was 23. Oh, not good. That's not good at all. I got increasingly nervous as to how I should end things with him since he was becoming super

attached to me. So I started to avoid him and he started stalking me. He would wait for me after school. He'd watch me work at my friend's restaurant and just follow me with his gaze while I waited tables and insist on walking me home afterwards. He had a shaved head, a bunch of jailhouse tattoos and a really intense stare. Oh., terrified. One day I was setting up the Christmas tree with my mom and I get a call from him, fuming asking me where the fuck I was. So I told him I was home, which was the

truth, because I was a teenager on a school night. But he called me a fucking liar and insisted he just seen me in some other dude's car. I hung up on him and kept ignoring his calls. I didn't want to worry my mom so I didn't say anything. That weekend at work he showed up and watched me work like he'd always done. He wanted to walk me home to talk. I don't quite remember what I said, but since he knew where I lived, I wanted to be as amicable as possible, so I complied and we walked. I was 16 at the time and I'm 21 now, so I only remember small details. I'm so nervous. I know.

Like real nervous, guys. I remember getting off work around 1 a.m. It was about a 10 to 15 minute walk tops. My mom calls the restaurant because I was nowhere to be found. It was 3 to 4 a.m. and I wasn't answering my phone. They notified her that I left around one so she asked my 15 year old brother and 17 year old cousin to look for me. All I remember is that at one point when we started walking, he grabbed me from the belt

of my brand new North Face coat that I saved up for almost a month to buy and asked me why I was acting like a bitch. He said, if you want to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like a bitch. I'll rob you like a bitch and I'll spit on you like a bitch. Oh my God. What the fuck? I'm, this is so fucked. He threw me on the ground and got on top of me, ripped my coat, ripped my gold earrings,

out of my ears, and I yelled for help. We were cutting through an all-women's college campus in my neighborhood, but no one came. Oh my god. I remember running away after that and nothing else until my brother found me. I was balled up in the fetal position under a bush near our house completely unconscious. They brought me upstairs apparently I was sobbing uncontrollably screaming, I just want to die. And at one point I took a pen and started stabbing myself in the wrist. Oh my god!

I wish I could say that was the end of it. After that incident, I had a security guard assigned to me and he would follow me around at school, employed by my high school. But I used to stay home from school a lot due to my depression and fear that he was following me. One day, not too long after the incident, he breaks in. Oh, into her house. I was innocently making my MySpace profile look nice, I have, using my HTML skills to hide my music box so no one could shut it off if they visited my page

LOL amazing I love that little will listen to my music do you remember doing that all of a sudden you became a coding genius yes like how did we all know how to code I don't know because it hasn't helped me thus far in life that should that should happen. My my space was lit as fuck. Thank you for that little reprieve by the way in this story because I needed that. I know, thanks. L-O-L anyways, he knew I wasn't at school because he's my fucking stalker, and he asked me where the fuck I have been and why haven't I responded his calls. After my initial freak out, I told him I was grounded with no phone.

He saw my phone by the mantle and smashes it on the ground calling me a fucking liar. He's crying and clearly drunk. He starts saying that he's alone in the world and no one loves him. At this point, it's February 1st or the last night in January. The day before had been his uncle's death anniversary. His uncle was the only father figure he had and that's why he had been out drinking. I'm yelling at him to leave me alone and to get the hell out of my house, and he starts to stab himself in the head with his keys. What? So I tear them from him, and he pins me up against a wall and chokes me. I break free and try to run, but he grabs a kitchen knife and starts to threaten to kill us both. He's crying, and I'm trying to coax him into giving me the knife and calm down.

Eventually I take it from him and throw it in the sink. I'm yelling and crying for him to leave me alone. Eventually he does. He leaves all the doors wide open and me on the couch crying uncontrollably. I had a next-tell phone. I don't know if you guys remember these. I remember those I had one. So he beeps on the broken phone and is loud distorted voice comes on. He starts laughing maniacally and says Jessica go to hell. Ha ha ha. Never mind. You're already there. And I'm your worst nightmare. Oh, oh my. holy shit. I literally just got to know what happens.

So there I was in pajama shorts and a tea. It's the dead of winter and my mom was a couple of blocks away doing laundry. Without hesitating, I read out the door barefoot in my shorts and tea pajamas. And this woman stops me in her car. She tells me her husband is a cop and she could help. I declined her help instead, head straight for husband is a cop and she could help. I declined her help

instead. Head straight for my mom's sobbing. Yes. The woman followed me in her car till I got there and left. My mom is a lioness when it comes to us. Yeah. Hell yeah. She's this tiny woman five three or five four who got married to my dad way young and had me at 18. At the time of the incident, she was only a lane of age like 33 or 34. Wow. That's crazy. So I tell her everything that happened and we drive back to the house. I'm freaking out begging her not to go in but she's seeing red. Good mama. She searches the house like a bad bitch mama bear that she is and finds nothing. I get dressed and we head to the police station. Apparently he turned himself in. Oh wow. They asked me to give my statement, and I can clearly hear him rattling the bars with his cuffs in the cell.

Hmm. Once he heard me start to talk, he starts loudly singing the first verse of suicidal thoughts by Biggie. And the what lyrics are, What? When I die, fuck it, I want to go to hell. Because I'm a piece of shit,

it ain't hard to fucking tell. It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies dressed in white I like black tims and black hoodies. God I'll probably have God I'll probably have me on some real strict shit. No sleepin' all day. No kidding. Sorry. I'm getting my dick licked. Oh. He was yelling now. Hangin with the goody-goody's lounging imperatives. I'm so real weird saying that whole thing, I don't know why. It's not for you. No, it's definitely not.

Guys, when I tell you that song of Vogue's fear in my heart ever since that moment, see, I can't imagine. Yeah. Like, that struck fear into my heart anyway. Yeah. But after that, it fucking evokes fear. He did not go to jail after that, but my mom had a restraining order against him for all of us.

And she sent me to live in Chicago with her sister while things cooled off. Oh, I missed her terribly in three months later. This woman uprooted her whole life for me with my sister and brother in tow. Stop it. My God, what a bad bitch. Bad bitch.

We only stayed for a little less than a year and came back to New York because I wanted to graduate with my friends and my siblings missed it here too. I was glad to hear he was in prison for some other dumb shit. He did however come out eventually and I found out while I was out jogging one day. He literally pulled his arm around mine as I jogged and pulled me back I want to get off this roller coaster man. Oh, I was in fucking shock He apologized for everything and all I said was okay and ran like fucking hell. Oh my god I never saw him again, but I've seen his mom on occasion who blames me somehow What exactly did you do wrong, sis?

Right. Fuck that. Anyway, ladies, I hope you enjoyed my story. You'll be glad to know he did not break me. Yes. Oh my god, I love you. Yes. I am a boss bitch living in Manhattan.

Yes, honey. You are, Jim. Queen. I'm a personal trainer at the UFC gym in bartender in Hell's Kitchen and also still an artist. Girl, what do you do sister? Oh my god, I just love you. I'm pursuing theater, improv and TV film. My god, Jess.

Jess. I'm so happy for you genuinely. Like I'm so fucking happy that you got out of that. This is like the Susan story. Yeah. When the survivor tells where you're just like, bad bitch, bad bitch. You guys inspire me to follow my passion. I'm crying. I'm crying. I'm crying. You ruined me Jess My Instagram handle is at the Jessica Lopez

Enjoy some of the doodles and paintings below. I have a couple of projects I'm working on But I do want to make an ash and Elena morbid painting soon. Please do I love those guys Thank you Jess and honestly, I'm looking at her photos right now. Oh my God, that's so beautiful. Like Holy shit. The tree one, Jess, I love the tree one. Oh, there's two tree ones. I love your tree drawings. These are so beautiful. Oh my God, you're it painting. She did a painting of the new Pennywise. Wow. Holy shit guys. Wow. I want this hanging in my house. Oh my god. That's amazing. Is that how razor? Holy shit. Fuck. Okay, guys, you need to go look at her art. I'm going to read you her Instagram handle again because everybody should go look at her art.

Yeah, this is incredible. Look at her art. It is at underscore the Jessica Lopez. Go look at her art. Look at her art. It is at underscore the Jessica Lopez. Go look at her art because that shit is amazing and Jessica is a boss as bitch. That story was wild. Wow holy shit. Thank you for that girlfriend. Thank you so much. Alright, so my next one is called My Parents Took Me To A Murder Motel When I Was Seven. Love that for you. I don't know if I love that or hate that for you.

Parenting one or what? Alex says, hey weirdos, I hope you ladies are having a fabulous day. Yeah. Yeah, it's kind of like a solid four out of ten, but you know what, thank you. Hey, weirdos, I hope you ladies are having a fabulous day. Yeah. Yeah. It's given like a solid four out of 10, but you know what? Thank you. But I bet it's gonna be better now. It's so much better.

It's been better. Already. I love listener tails. Thank you. Anyways, thank you so much for starting the listener episodes because these are some of my favorites. I fucking love these two. Good.

There are favorites too. One person told us that it was lazy, but that person sucked. And they really, well, it's not. Good. There are favorites too. One person told us that it was lazy, but that person sucked. They really, well, it's not. And those, you guys take a lot of care into writing these. Yeah. And we take a lot of care and fucking pick them out. That's right. God damn it. God damn it. Her and Alex. So anyway, my name is Alex and I'm from Northern California. When I was approximately today, years old, I found out that my parents used to bring me my three siblings and all our family friends to a motel that happened to be the site of four murders in 1999. Totally fine. Totally fine. Love that for us. From about 2005 to 2010, my family

would go on snow trips quote unquote to Yosemite National Park every year. Oh, that's really cool. That is cool. Originally it was just my family But eventually we started inviting family friends and we'd all go on this quote snow trip once a year and stay at this place called the Cedar Lodge in El Portal, California. That sounds so fun. It does. My parents used to call it the decap lodge, but I never knew why. Oh my. I just knew. I just knew that when they were talking about Cedar Lodge It was a bit rund down with old furniture, lots of wood paneling, and forest green bedspreads about what you'd expect from a motel. But we had some fun ass memories there nonetheless. Fast forward to this morning, I'm elbow deep into one of my Wikipedia true crime tales, been deep dives trying to avoid writing my essay when I come across the name Stephen stainer. Oh, I know this name.

I had heard this name before, but didn't know too much information, so I started reading about him. If you haven't done it already, history is pretty wild. Sure is. Basically, he was kidnapped as a child in 72 and held for many years, but eventually escaped his captor with this other kidnapped kid. Anyway, from Stephen's page, I found and clicked on his brother's Wikipedia page because apparently, Steven's brother went on to be a successful lawyer.

So fun. Wrong. Steven's brother, Carrie Stainer went on to become a fucking serial killer. Isn't that wild? That is. Apparently, Carrie Stainer was, oh, I have heard of this before. The kid got kidnapped in the... Yes, I know, I know this.

It's so wild. We should definitely cover this. For sure. Apparently, Carrie Stainer was living and working in Yosemite Valley. Do you see where this is going? Sure, do. 1999. While there, he murdered and decapitated four women who were staying at the motel he worked at.

And you guessed it, it's the motel, none other than the cedar fucking lodge, aka decap lodge, as my parents lovingly referred to it I love that his parents did not even True I know like they did and they made like a cute name like the decap The old decap well you know like decapination you know Lee and other decapriots It's real cute. They go isn't that just fucking charming? It's so they really is I think it's charming as fuck At least now I think I have my answer as to why I'm obsessed with true crime.

Because my parents fucking took me, my siblings, and all our family friends to fucking decap lodge for some winter fun during the better part of my childhood. Anyway, thanks for reading. Make sure to hold on to your butts. Always keep those windows latched and most importantly, keep it weird. Bye, Alex. You can't keep it much more weird than that. That's weird as well.

I love it. I love it. I'm jealous. I kicked a thing. I kicked a thing. I kicked the wise. All right, so my next listener's story is titled, where to effing begin, the beginning.

And we're going to begin at the beginning. The top of the email. And this is from Amber. Hello, Amber. I got the color of your energy. Oh shit. What? So she said, where to effing begin in her first line is, I guess that when it all began. So you could be on the podcast, Amber, you can, you're hired. You're on the podcast right now. When I was able to walk

and play on my own, my mom would often find me playing with domain. That's why I picked this one. I just read the first line. I was like, yep, print. It's literally demand. It's amazing. Because can't you picture one of your kids? You'd be like, who are they? Who are you playing with? And they'd be like, demand, demand. To me, I'd be like, okay. Yeah. I'd be like, we're burning the house down. And by playing, I mean, rolling the ball back and forth or building towers and talking to and listening to. My mom said she never saw

demand, but always had a calming feeling when I talked about him. Oh, that's nice. I demand sounds nice. Okay, demand. The years went by and he slowly faded into the background. As I was growing up, my dad was in the army and we moved to Germany. We lived in a tiny apartment where toys and other random small things went missing. Oh. Once when my dad was gone for training, I was excited because it was my birthday soon and I saw my dad standing on our balcony then walk back into our apartment. No, nope, nope, wasn't your dad. I'm going to go ahead and say that's not your dad, girl. That was not your dad. It's not your dad. I ran up the stairs and was beating on the door while I was waiting for him to open while I was while I was waiting for him to open the door with his airport gift. My banging went unheard because our our apartment was completely empty.

Oh, okay. Uh-oh. When we moved back stateside a few years went past and nothing strange happened. Other than that everyone we visited, everyone that visited said they felt like someone was watching them in the bathroom. Oh, what? Oh, I don't think we're going to accept for that. No. Our house was built in the 1920s. The wrong 20s. Did we just break the fucking audio? Probably. My brother woke up around one or two in the morning and sees this man standing in my door. No.

Yeah, you don't want that. He thought he was dreaming because by the time he turned on the hall light it was gone. We walked down the hall and checked rooms. He saw no one awake. My dad was also gone for training. The next morning I saw the same shadow man in the bathroom. I turned on the lights and he was gone. I had not heard my brother's quote unquote dream yet. He was still asleep and walked downstairs while I was telling my mom what I saw and told her the story.

She thought we were lying in quote needed extra attention. She was like using the attention. Later that year, we visited family, a big trip to see both sides. While visiting my mom's side, we went to her aunt's house, unknown to me where her mother had died. My great, great, great grandma, aka GG grandma. GG grandma. I made silly faces with a sick lady in bed for a few minutes. Okay. The adults found me because they heard laughter from the kitchen. They called me over and asked what I, oh, there was no actual sick lady in the bed. Oh, that

just gave me like full body chills. That's not okay. Because I thought I didn't think she was in like a place. Yeah, I was like, oh, they have the sick rim on bed right now. But no, she had already died. Oh, good. That's a lot. They asked what I was doing. I told them and described her down to her long black braid pulled to the left side. Oh, okay. That reminds me of that thing in scary stories to tell in the dark, that one picture of

the lady with the long black hair. Oh, I'm talking about her Gigi grandma that way. I mean, I just, I don't know what your Gigi grandma looked like. And the vision I'm getting is just, I don't know. I was four or five at this time. I asked why the lady isn't coming out of the room. And my grade aunt told me no one was there. I must have been imagining things where she did.

Yeah, this isn't good. After leaving my mom's side of the family, we went to see my dad's family. It was the first time I met my aunt. She said she was drawn to me because she could sense I could see beyond. Yeah, you are seeing beyond. Sweetie, yeah. She was a hippie and spiritualist of the best kind. Same.

I knew you were going to say that. She said that I was a bright light and only the good spirits were attracted to me. Oh, that's good. I love that. She reminded me of this conversation a decade ish later. I was 17. I was still a bright light.

And as she said, quote, connected. When I was 18, my grandmother passed away. As I was helping my mom find pictures for the viewing, I saw the lady I made silly faces with as a child. Ooh, spook. I asked my mom who she was and she told me. I told her what I remembered. She and my grade aunt looked like they saw a ghost, huh?

Besides small things happening, like small things not being where I left them, in sleep paralysis, nothing major happened until I worked at a local pub after I got married. Some spooky things happened there, like smelling cigar smoke when no one else was in the pub or hearing doors open and shut when they're locked. My parents had finally been able to visit the new town I moved to, also married a military man.

As we were walking around town, my mom said she remembers coming here when we visited my dead when he was in training at a small nearby town. And at 14, I had made a prediction on my life. I would live in a big city for a year or so and then move to this town and start a family. No way. Holy shit. I had actually lived downtown in the city for a year

and two months before moving to that town. Shortly after I found out that my husband and I were expecting, sadly, we suffered a miscarriage. Oh, sorry. I also suffered a miscarriage. So I feel you, I'm sorry about that. I only somewhat remember this. When I did get pregnant again, I had the opportunity to talk to a spirit guide, guardian angel, however you want to put it. And sure of what to expect, I asked a few basic questions. What got me was when I asked is my name Amber the response was no What I asked if I was if it was Heather and it was a resounding yes my grandpa who passed before I was born

Always wanted a granddaughter named Heather and my grandma always called me Heather as she said As she said if grandpa had his way, I'd be Heather. Oh my gosh. I always felt that my grandpa, Jerry, was with me. After talking to my aunt, I used to look at pictures of my grandpa and ask who is demand. Oh my goodness. We're taking a circle. A little more than two years past and nothing really crazy happened. Then I got pregnant with my second baby. First, I got pregnant while on birth control, like less than a month after going off. Second, I had a feeling from the start that I knew I would have this baby on October 9th.

I found out that my sweet baby was a girl, and I knew for sure when she would be born. Most moms know when their babies will be born, except she was going to be born three weeks early and on the 12th year anniversary of my best friend's death. Holy shit. Wow. At six months pregnant, my family moved across the country to Oregon. Oregon. Oregon. Oregon.

My daughter was born October 8th at 1032 PM or 132 AM, October 9th East Coast time, the time she passed away. Wow. I just got chills. Where, oh shit, and it's where my friend passed away. I had lived and wouldn't be living if unexpected orders to move hadn't happened. She was born exactly three weeks early, a whopping eight pounds and two ounces. And she had no ill effects of being born early. That's amazing. Three weeks early and eight pounds two ounces. That's awesome. I know. I mean

my girlfriend was almost two weeks late and she was eight pounds one ounce. Oh my God. And I knew she was gonna be eight pounds. You did. I called it. You did see you in Amber. I think Amber's much more spiritual spiritually inclined. She's much more hooked up. Yeah. I wish I was hooked up. I have always been intuitive from a young age. I know one bad things are going to happen and can see signs often dreaming of loved ones that have passed away.

And always dream of the town or the house where my crazy life is going to take me next. But these dreams are for a different story. This has been long enough. Hashtag. I've seen some shit. I have tears for dead people as I leave my back door wide open to an open backyard surrounded by woods. Well, let my dog out. Amber. Amber. Careful. Holy shit. Amber. Wow. That was crazy. She's like, it's f**k.

You are crazy psychic. That's really cool. That's so cool. That lady with, I know the lady with the long hair is like your Gigi grandma. She's your grandma, but like you just made me think of that scary story. And I can't remember what the story is. Someone I can see it in my head though, but it's that creepy lady with the long stringy black hair I just immediately thought of it and it spooked me out. We gotta watch that movie still. Yeah, we do. Oh, oh Tonight. Well, thank you. Thanks Amber. My next one is called, I literally, no, it's not. It's called, I thought I was literally going to hell. I like having tendency to read, but like speed reads, so I read words that haven't happened.

Yeah, that's true. Sorry. Hey, oh, before I begin my story, I just want to say you guys are the fucking best. Thank you. Thank you so much. You are. You're the fucking best.

A fellow weirdo suggested your podcast to me and I will forever be grateful because you guys are the chesticles. I love hearing that when fellow weirdos. I know. I do too. I do want to get this into us. Okay, it's time to get paranormal in the bitch. Sure is. I love it. I've only recently told my friends and my boyfriend this story. So this is the second time I've talked about it. Before I begin, I just want to point out that I lived in a trailer with my mom, whose room was on the opposite side of the trailer, and my younger sister and I shared a room. In our joint room, we had a bunk bed. All right, hold on to your butts because this shit gets dark. I'm holding on to my butt. This experience

happened when I was 12, and I remember it like it was yesterday. At the age, I was at that age, I was obsessed with reading books so much so that I would get in trouble for staying up to finish them. So naturally, as any 12-year-old bookworm would do, I hit a flashlight under my pillow along with my book. As I mentioned before, I shared a bunk bed with my little sister. I would wait until she fell asleep, she slept on the bottom bunk, to dive right back into my book. I knew my mom was passed out in her room because she worked a couple of jobs and slept any chance she got. With that being said, when I knew good and well that I wouldn't get caught for a sneak reading,

I would dive nose first into my book. As I was reading, I got this feeling that made me uneasy and I shoved it off. I thought maybe it's because I was nervous to get caught. Now I know that getting caught reading doesn't seem like a big deal, but my mom was on some next level crazy, but that's a story for a different day. Oh shit. Oh you. I continued reading when out of nowhere. I was instantly sleepy, which was odd because I hadn't been reading long and I usually stayed up way later.

So naturally being the night out while I am, I continued my book. After a couple of pages or so, I felt compelled to sleep. I did the worst thing I could possibly do in that moment. I put my book in the flashlight away and I went to fucking sleep. Now for a final reminder, I slept on the top bunk. My bunk bed had a rail in the middle with two small openings on either side to climb in or out of bed. I'm not sure how long I slept for, but suddenly I was fully awake in alert, but something told me to keep my eyes shut. Now to give you a clear understanding of this next part, I need to explain the position in which I was laying. I was facing towards the rail with my left leg in the comfy side, pumping position in my left arm in a similar position with my hand under my pillow. Not being able

to shake the feeling off of not being able to shake the feeling of fear boiling in my gut, I tried to get comfortable by slightly moving my position. I was in a similar position as before but my left hand was now exposed and slightly closer to the edge. And I was suddenly yanked down really hard by my hand through the opening. As I was falling, I opened my eyes and I stopped myself from hitting the floor by grabbing the headboard. I was terrified to look at the ground and looked into the bottom to bug to see my little sister pass the fuck out. I pulled myself back up onto my bed and just panicked silently to myself for a second, and then the feeling of fear was gone. Don't get me wrong, I was still scared chit-less, but the boiling

fear in my gut was gone, if that makes sense. When I calmed down enough to collect my thoughts, I just knew something truly evil, and demon-like was responsible. I have no explanation as to how I know that other than the trusting, other than me trusting my gut instinct. I went and stayed with my Nana after that for a while, which wasn't uncommon because my mom wasn't exactly mother of the year. I never told anyone until a couple months ago for fear that it would come back and for the simple fact that no one would believe me. While typing this, I was reminded that while we lived in that trailer, my sister and I went through at least eight bunk beds because they would always break while I was hanging out in my bed, which is crazy.

I even have had friends be in the room while it happened. I didn't think much of it then, but now I can't help but notice that going through eight sets of fucking bunk beds is just bizarre because none of them could be fixed. That's wild. That is really weird. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read my story. Keep it weird. Much love to y'all, she lean.

Holy shit. Sorry if I sent your name wrong. I love that she tunneled that. I thought I was literally going down. I think you might have been. I'm glad you woke up. I'm pretty sure you were on your way. I'm nervous.

I'm nervous. I'm nervous. I don't know why that gave me like chilling adventures of Sabrina vibes. Yeah, that kind of did. Like, drag me to hell. Like, drag me to hell. Drag me to Sabrina's house. Holy shit, guys.

Wow, that was a gnarly ride, everybody. That was a crazy round of listener tails. Lots of paranormal shit up in here this week. Lots of bad moms, huh? Yeah, lots of bad moms. You can tell I picked this round of listener tails, lots of paranormal shit up in here this week. Lots of bad moms, huh? Yeah, lots of bad moms. You can tell I picked this round of listener stories. Then there were some awesome moms. Yeah, so you've got to balance it out.

You know, you've got to balance it. So that was our listener tails for this week, and we hope you dug them. If you want to send us a listener tail, you can go ahead and send them to our Gmail at morbidpodcast.gmail.com. But before we go into the rest of them, I just want to tell you guys that next week our main case is again, I just want to tease it.

It's going to be a Christmas Eve massacre. So get ready because I know we did so hot right now. We do a lot of paranormal this week, but we're going right back to fucking straight up massacres this week. So get ready and get in the holiday spirit. Yeah. Yeah, with massacres with massacres also follow us on Instagram to get in the holiday spirit. morbid podcast. Uh, hit us up on Twitter at a morbid podcast. I already told you to send us a Gmail. So I'm going to go ahead and tell you to check out our website

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Hold on to your hands. Let me go for it. See you booty. Bye. आपाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजाजा� Thank you. Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to Morvid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen Add Free with Wondery Plus and Apple podcasts. Before you go, tell us about yourself by completing a short survey at Wondery.com slash survey.