Morbid - Listener Tales 8

Episode Date: January 12, 2020

It's another episode all about YOU! Tonight we discuss a possible glitch in the matrix, a ghost named Fred who just wants a damn latte, a little girl ghost that needs to shut up, a warrior queen who ended her own kidnapping, a likely alien probing and a haunting that will have you questioning your at home hairstylist. Enjoy, friends! Visit our sponsors! Simplisafe Go to SimpliSafe.com/MORBID today to get FREE shipping on your order, plus a sixty-day, money-back guarantee. Save on home security! Prose Prose is the healthy hair regimen with your name all over it. Get a FREE consultation and 20% off your first order today! Go to Prose.com/morbid.  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 Elena. I'm Ash. And this is a little morbid called listener stories. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you. It's all about you. We love you. It's all about you. We love you. Yeah. We did it. We love you. Even if you hate listener stories, we love you. I love all of you.

I love all of you. Even if you're mad that I said Napavel. I love you. Fucking Napavel. I'm never going there. It's okay. I don't think they want to start. I think they're going to post our photo on those pictures that are like, have you seen this woman? And it's going to be like in Harry Potter when like, just going to see this black is like, yeah, it's going to be us screaming in these animated photos yes I bet that was a really gross noise for you all to listen to and I'm pretty sorry about it but you know what the visual that you all have in your head was correct I'm sorry about it yeah it was great thanks sorry not sorry sorry not sorry that's the 2020 anthem I'm saying you know um Sadie S Saxton from awkward how she's like ear welcome. Yeah, actually

So what one of the listeners asked us they were like you guys say that a lot is that why or am I? Yep, like that's where we do it was 100% where we got in fact my best friends little sister We referred to her as LB because of that show a little bit a little bit Anyways, we digressed a lot here We want to talk to you guys about coming out to one of our mother fucking shows Do it because we want to see your faces. We do all of them Everyone I tell you jokes. I want you to see my fancy pants up close guys the fanciest pants I have only one pair of fancy pants for the New York show So I should probably get like six other pairs of fancy pants

Because we've talked up these fancy pants too. I'm gonna need to get some fancy pants because they don't have any more We're going to Alabama We're coming for you Alabama Huntsville Alabama baby That's right Roll tide I think Roll tide? Sure

I think I don't know anything I feel like all the girls from Bama say roll tide Let's say it roll tide Alabama Football Football Futs and balls Let's say it roll tide Alabama football. Foot, foot, foot and balls. Let's do a fifth of balls.

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It's all right there. I'm making it easy for you. Easy breezy, beautiful. Hope that's not too much. More, Mark. It shows all our shows. It's all right there for you. It's all right there. I'm making it easy for you. Easy breezy beautiful. Hope that's not too much. It certainly is. And while you're on our website, please go over and check out the merch that we have. Yes. We have bought certain art from like our morbid listener. So if you, if there's like the shirt that's on there right now with Alina and Mia's cartoons holding knives, yes, we'll shout her out in a later episode, but somebody made that for us. Yeah, and we loved it so much that we were like, hey, can we have this? Yeah, so if you send us art and we really, I mean, we love all the art we got,

but if we really fucking love it, we will. We might buy it from you. So keep sending the art. Keep sending the art, because we love sharing everybody's designs and getting everybody's art out there, because it's awesome. You guys are good at super talented. Yeah, and we're we're gonna put it on shirt and then you can buy it. We're gonna do it. It's lit. So yeah, check out our merch and then after you bought some of our merch, go over to Murder a Parallel and buy some of their merch. Because we love Murder a Parallel guys and you do too.

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bio-s Murder Appearle.com. I'm pretty sure. They have a whole M-murbit, M-murbit. They have a whole M-murbit section. I think we do that a lot. I think we go M-murbit. It's really hard not to sometimes. This podcast is now being renamed to M-murbit. M-murbit. It think we do that a lot. I think we don't merbid. It's really hard not to sometimes this podcast is now being renamed to

Merbid. Merbid. It's merbid. And if you do end up buying something which we hope you will and we're pretty sure you will Use promo code morbid for 20% off do a murder apparel and then post a photo and tag us and murder apparel in it because we love to see your faces We do we just love it. Also, I think that's it. Yeah, I think we are ready to dive into, listen to our tales. I'm about to dive in every fucking time. You're welcome. Do you want to go first? Or do you want me to?

Or should we rock paper, scissors, shoot? Ooh. Do you want a rock paper, scissors, shoot on the air? Yes, we're going to rock paper, scissors, shoot right now. Ro-sham-bo. I only put one finger out. I just you put one figure out and I put nothing out I just want I put one finger out. I just breathed into my process is it because I said Rocham bow Yeah, it's it's dressed me as the same game. I don't love it. Okay rock paper scissors shoot Snip you should have known what I was gonna do. I did, because I put one finger on this.

This went to Rye. It went to Rye from the get-go. Also, everyone that's listening right now is like, shut the fuck up and tell me a listener. So Ash won, she got scissors and I did paper. And my first listener tale is called My Ghost Brother, listener tale. And I laughed in the car while reading this. Love it. It says, hey guys, and it says it just like that. Hi, so this is the story of my brother's creepy-ass ghost. This happened about two to three years ago and it still crosses my mind

pretty regularly because it's so fucking weird to me. Everyone I've told the story to just seems to think I'm a little nuts, but I'll let you be the judge. I bet you're not. My boyfriend Tray and I were the only ones in the house. We were laying on the couch together watching one of our shows, and we both fell asleep. Around 3 a.m. Ooh, always, every time, every time. Every time. I woke up. Trey was still asleep, but now my brother, Richie, was standing next to me near the arm rest

of the couch. Richie lived with my dad at the time, about 20 minutes from my townhouse. It wasn't unusual for him to randomly come over, though. He knew my door was always open to him. He was standing about a foot away from me and he was almost translucent, like a ghost. He told me, Jen, I need to talk to you. I was racing my friend on the highway today and I crashed. I died tonight. I want to come to tell you myself before you had to find out another way. I figured it would be less painful for you this way. Please just know I'm okay. Take care of dad. This is going to fuck him up. And then he disappeared. Oh my god. I'm getting, you know, those waves of chills that you say. That's what I got to.

Body just keeps chilling and chilling and chilling. Your body is straight, I said. I'm chilling right now. I'm fucking chill as fuck, but like not chill. Oh, um, I, this is my second time reading it, and I just got chills again. Oh, I really did. This is not just like hyperbolic of us. Like we're really, I felt chill. We get affected by this shit. So just for background, Richie was either 20 or 21 at the time, and I was 25, 26. He's one of my absolute favorite people on the planet, so I was hysterical.

I immediately started bawling my eyes out. Like I was on my knees on the floor doing that terrible loud sobbing cry You pretty much only see in the movies. Oh my god, you poor thing. Oh my god I woke up tray and told him what happened between my hysterical sobs. Traycup telling me it was just a dream, but I'm almost always aware of when I'm dreaming and I knew this wasn't a dream Also, if it was a dream, I would have actually woken up after seeing this ghost right? I didn't so at this point. I'm convinced my brother died and just came and told me. I tried to call Richie, but he didn't answer, which freaked me out more.

Tray reminded me that it was 3 a.m. and normal people sleep during that hour. Tray and I are night owls. Definitely stay up until 4 to 6 a.m. normally. Jesus Christ, 6 a.m. Damn, you guys are wilded. You are. But Tray finally was able to calm me down. He didn't totally convince me that it was a dream, but he assumed that, but he assured me that

Richie would call me back in a couple hours, and I'd realize I was just being silly. So I let myself believe him for at least a while, and I eventually did hear back from my brother when he woke up that morning. What? So Richie was alive alive and okay and pretty much said I was just a nut bag, but I still don't believe it was a dream. If it wasn't a dream, I'm not sure what it actually was, but I still can't convince myself that it was a dream. I can't get over the fact that I didn't wake up after seeing my brother's ghost, but if it actually was a ghost, why did he look and sound exactly like my alive brother?

Was he trying to fuck with you? Yeah, maybe. Oh, that gave me a chills. Is this a prankster ghost? Because it's not a funny prank. Well, it could be like a mean ghost. Like a diamond. A diamond.

It could be a diamond. So, around the same time, my dad actually had a similar incident at his own house. I'd say the two things happen within the same year or so. That's what makes this even weirder. I totally believe in the supernatural, but my dad is more skeptical. I was always say skeptical. He's more skeptical than the most of us. Like, okay, Ashley. You know, I just called myself Ashley.

Okay, Ashley. That's how I know I'm in trouble. I was just in trouble with myself. I'm very skeptical of you, Ashley. Okay, stop. Anyways, so if he if he's claiming to see you're here something weird, I tend to believe it. Anyway, he was in his basement during mid-afternoon on a weekday. It's not like a creepy basement. It's a nice finished basement with couches, a TV, a poker table, etc. etc. So not like my basement. Or mine. Dad was sitting at the table when he heard footsteps upstairs and eventually my brother walked down. My brother and my dad looked at each other and then Richie just walked back upstairs.

I can't remember if they actually spoke during this exchange, but I don't feel like that's super relevant. The whole thing was weird because again, this was mid afternoon on a weekday and my brother works on Monday through Friday 9-5 job. So he should have been at work. So my dad was a little freaked out and actually called Richie's phone to confirm he was there. Richie answered and said he was at work. And my dad was basically like, no dude, you were just on the stairs a minute ago. I just saw you. And Richie was like, uh, no, I'm not home. I told you I'm at work. I've heard of these kind of things happening before. It's like a glitch in

the matrix. Oh, that's it. Yeah. I think that scares me more than it goes. Yeah, this seems like it's like one of those glitch in the matrix situations where somebody will like see someone who's very much alive Yeah, in a situation and then the person's not there. Like, I don't like that. Oh, this is like when we talked about the Mandela effect the other day. Yeah, and it fucked you up.

It fucked me up for days. Yeah, I'm not okay. It puts you way inside yourself. Because I love my life so much it has to be real. It's a simulation. Fuck you. Anyways. Anyways, I just said you, I thought that to you so angry. Anyways.

Then during this phone call and an attempt to seem less crazy, my dad actually described what my brother was wearing and when he saw him standing on the stairs, he's like, I just saw you, you were wearing black shorts and a red hat. And now my brother was freaked out too, because my dad just described the exact outfit that my brother was actually wearing. They hadn't seen each other at all that day, so how could my dad possibly know exactly what he was wearing? My dad just saw my ghost brother too, but in my dad's version, Ritchie wasn't translucent at all. He just looked like his normal self standing there. Both events are super fucking creepy to me, and even if you want to say my incident was a dream,

how do you explain my dad seeing my brother standing on the stairs at home while he's actually at work? And my dad describing the exact outfit my brother was actually wearing that day when they hadn't seen each other. I don't get it, but it's scary as fuck. Why do we keep seeing my brother's ghost when he's still alive? Because it's a glitch in the matrix. I think Elena might have just answered your question. And I hate that she did, because it freaks me out a lot, but I think she might have.

I just blew the lid right off of this. I just blew the lid right off of it. So was her brother like, did her brother die in like another matrix? It's just like a glitch in the system. Like it's like, whoops, he's here, but wait, he's at work. But he told her that he died in a car accident. I know, it's just a fucked up glitch in the matrix.

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an America's criminal justice system. Follow American scandal wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wonder App. I don't understand the matrix, I don't understand glitches, but it happens. I don't like to think that that's real. It probably is, but I don't like to think about it. Yeah, that fucked me up. You should say that thing about that movie

I think about that movie that how it how it doesn't exist, but everyone's seen it. Oh, that's the Mandela effect Yeah, everybody knows this whole like Mandela effect that you are positive that you saw something or you know something exists and then the whole rest of the world proves you wrong So it's so creepy. I'm I've seen other people know this and I know this to be true as well. That sinbed starred in a movie called Shazam about a genie. And I know what happened. I can see it in my brain. I can see the cassette tape cover. I know he did. But it's like he's already like it's people say it's not true. Yeah. Isn't that also like the hello Clarice thing? Like doesn't isn't it true that Hannibal Lecter never said that? Yeah, I think

he says like I think he says hello agent Starling. Yeah and people are like hello Clarice. Yeah, like he never actually says that. Or like you'll see like certain packaging and you'll know that that was packaging at a time in your life. Yes. And it won't like everybody will be like no that's not fair. Like the Bernstein Bears and the Bernstein Bears, they're the Bernstein Bears. But everybody's like, no, the Bernstein. And the man is telling us that it's the Bernstein Bears,

and I just don't believe it. But didn't somebody find a copy of a book that was the Bernstein Bears to say that? Who's to tell? I think it was not like red. They're like, who knows? But either way. We've gone down a hole.

And also, I feel like now that we talked about this, like the major kids are going to, the men in black are going to come and I'm really nervous. You know, this matrix heads, man. The ship freaks me out. They're coming at you. Well, let's go on to another listener story that's entitled, Ma'am, whom's to the fuck is Fred?

OK, so I also read, I got together all the listener stories this week and I read this one and I was like, Alaina, you have to read this because this one is so funny in the way you read. Like you're gonna be like cry laughing. I'm really excited. You're gonna read this really well. This is by a listener named Cass. And it says, hey Ash, hey Alaina. Hey.

Hey. I'm a huge fan and absolutely adore you ladies and the humor and respect you have for everyone that has been victimized by these monsters. Thank you. That was a nice way of putting that. You're both super intelligent, funny, and stunning. Wow. Girl, thank you.

Man, you just gave me all the feels. She won us over. I needed it. Anyway, into this wild-ass morning brew-centred nightmare of a story. Whoa! So I live in the middle of fucking nowhere. I mean that there is exactly one grocery store in my town, and it's only there because the next town is a half-hour away. I work in the next town anyway. Pretty dumb of me because I'ma get straight murdered the nights I work, but anyways, I have an amazing job at Starbucks. Oh my god I used to work at Starbucks. That's also why I gave you the

story. Yes, barista power. So we have this 16 year old we hired and we'll call her V. So V is really nice and because she's in high school and I work nights we're often on the same shifts. So this shit starts with a chair. Some same ass chair. Every time I push the chair into the table and as soon as I go back behind the counter this bitch-ass chunk of wood is scraping on the floor. I walk out and see that it is pulled all the way fucking out and facing backwards. So I'm like, hey, what the hell? But I go back to work because I'm a hard-working independent bitch and I don't fear these spirits. This is parentheses, lie.

So then V is checking the perimeter and making sure no one is in the store when we close up. And she can't go to the, she can't get the bathroom door open. So I come over trying to open it. I'm pounding on the door, asking if anyone is inside our boss, Kay walks out and the door flings open. K asks us what we're flowing, what we're flowing, what we're throwing a fit for,

and I'm just like looking at the door. So the night ends with nothing more than a couple of decorations shifting around. Next day, me and K are working together. The drink printer wigs out and is printing repeating drink stickers that just say Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred. All the way down them. Question mark. And I'm like, okay, fuck you, Fred, you ghostly ho. I'm obsessed. You ghostly ho.

And I unplug the printer. Good, good call on that, you ghostly ho. That's what happens when you can't mobile order at Starbucks. They're being poltergeist. They're just having something that's just like Fred, Fred, Fred. Kay looks at me and says talking about spirits give them power. We don't bring this up.

Who'd that night mean? Me and V are vibing making whipped creams. I used to love making whipped cream. Starbucks has the best fucking whipped cream on this planet in this matrix. It's got like vanilla syrup in it. It's really good. It's so good. A crash in the lobby in V-lapse. to man in this matrix. It's got like vanilla syrup in it. It's really good. It's so good.

A crash in the lobby in V-lapse. Maybe it's my childhood ghost and I chuckle and I'm like, oh yeah? Because I don't fuck with ghosts, but I'm trying to be brave. She says, yeah, I was haunted all through my childhood. His name is Fred. Oh fuck.

Honey, that's not a casual statement. I love that she's just like, oh yeah, I was haunted my whole damn childhood. Same, but not by a ghost. So his name is Fred. I'm like, I'm like, okay, what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

But I'm like maintaining my demeanor and I just laugh. And that's when shit goes haywire. I walked around the corner and every single fucking cupboard is open. Dude, that's a shit that I hate. Like in parallel activity. And the six, oh, and the six cents. When he's just sitting there with his hands on the table

and all the cabinets are open, he's like, I want to see it. It's so much. I'm getting full bod chills. All right, so I'm about to cry. And I'm like, see, you're not funny. You're really not funny. And she swears it's not her.

Then I hear footsteps on the fucking roof. Oh, no. My heart is like pounding. And so I'm trying to claim, she swears it's not her. Then I hear footsteps on the fucking roof. Oh, no. My heart is like pounding. And so I'm trying to claim, I'm trying to claim wind well, closing the cupboards. I go to see, I go to see that turned around chair from the beginning and all eight chairs at the tables

are pulled out and facing the same direction. Something shatters behind us and we flip around in this glass pumpkin decoration is on the floor. I see this and go and grab a broom. You know what, good for you for bestow being like, we gotta close up. I would run out of the store and lock the door behind me. That's employee of the month's shit right there.

She's like, I got better have gotten employee of the month. V gets off and clocks the hell out. She works shorter hours because of high school. I mean, I know, but this is your ghost. Right, I'm here. You leaving me with it. This is your childhood shit. V, I just referred to you as a nice girl earlier, but like you're leaving me with your childhood ghost. You're being real mean right now. It's not cool. Not cool. I almost said Z. I would have called her Z. I would have been like, I don't even say V anymore. Your Z now.

And I walk her out because I'm a good coworker who make sure people get to their car safe. That is nice. That is really nice. And now it's just me and Kay. And she's in the back. So I'm sure she's out this. I'm shit. So I'm sure out here just boogieing with a ghost. So like who's the one who's actually unsafe question park. So I walk back by and the counter and guess what the shelves are doing. Oh no, what are the shelves doing? At this point, I'm sure it's like a shitty dream and then the pounding of the windows starts. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. So there's pounding on all the windows and I'm standing there and I catch a shadow in the My Purifrils but can't see anything.

And when Kay runs out, it all just stops. She quit the next day and nothing ever happened again. But it's odd how adamant she was about the ghost that followed V because V still works there and it stopped when Kay left. What? So anyways, I hope she's doing well. Thank you guys for always being amazing with the podcast and thank you for reading this.

You rock. Bye. Wait, so Kay was haunted by the ghost? Not V? Well, I guess this is V had a childhood ghost that was like I think right? That's what I thought to yeah, but why did it leave? Why did it stop on K left? Let's see Let's look back. Let's look back all of them like fuck you Fred you ghostly ho Oh, no, it was oh no. Yeah, it says that night me and V are vibing making whipped creams crash in the lobby and V laughs. Maybe it's my childhood ghost. Oh, so it was V But I think maybe she thinks that like K was haunted by V's childhood ghost. Maybe maybe it moved on to K maybe maybe there's some some paranormal activity shit

Remember I never saw that they pass the ghost on Oh, almost like it follows or the diamond. I don't know which one it is That fucked me up. I'm not up that much is real but holy shit gas wow cast that's a starbucks story for the ages that is a starbucks story that's a brista tail right there whoo damn alright well my next one is called listener story he likes you he does he loves i just know it he loves me he loves me not That was a great dream song from the early Aughts. Oh, okay. So this one says, hey guys, I love your podcast so much and I'm finding myself constantly waiting or wanting to listen to it. Even though I have a hard time sleeping at night because of how scared and paranoid I am now, LOL.

My mom and my boyfriend yell at me for listening because I get so spooked, but I think it's great to know these cases because it's also made me more aware. Yes. Yes, I love hearing that. I've bought a stun gun and pepper spray to have some kind of defense with me, so no one better fuck with me. Get it. Yes, Carl. Get it.

Anywho, I have a story I want to share with y'all because it is big spooky and it picks me sweat when I think of it. It is big spook. It is big spooky. Feel free to share my name and info. This is from Emily. I always wait until they say it. So for me, the same thing.

I almost always wait until we're the same first. So here's the story. So I go to a family friend to get my hair done, and I love her and her family dearly. She has a son Sam, who was five at the time of this event, and he is so sweet and happy all the time. I was at their house one day getting my hair done, and my hairstylist asked if I could stay after she was finished with my hair to watch Sam while she ran a few errands. I said absolutely and we hung up for a couple hours while mom was out and about. We were in his room playing with cars on the floor having a grand old time until all of

a sudden I hear a knock from under us on the floor. As if someone was knocking on the ceiling under us. It was pretty distinct. And I was like, huh, that's weird. This is when it gets fucked up. Then I looked at Sam and he was staring back at me wide-eyed and then shouted, help me, help me, help me. No, no, I'm out. I'm out. See you later. Then jumped under his covers on his bed. I was like, uh, help you. Help me. What the fuck? So I realized I was the adult here and tried to calm Sam down. He finally relaxed and I decided we would not stay in his room. So we went to the living room and started watching cartoons.

Sam was tired and ended up falling asleep in my arms. It was so cute and sweet until the moment was ruined. Oh no. There was a lamp right behind me that all of a sudden turned on while we were sitting there. I just sat there for a second, wide eyed, trying to explain in my head how that just happened. Maybe they have a lamp timer set for 3.47 pm every single day to turn it on? Yeah, it seems weird, but maybe.

Either way, mom finally comes home and I couldn't get out of that house fast enough. A few weeks later, I hesitantly texted my hairstylist, mentioning what happened that day, afraid she would think I was crazy. But instead, she says, oh boy, I think he likes you. Oh, we've had a discussion. It sounds like a scary story to tell in the dark. Yeah, it does. We've had a discussion since then, and she says that the things have happened to her in their house before, but nothing bad has happened, so she doesn't mind. I really don't know how you come to terms with that, but she has, and I'm forever spooked. Thanks for reading, guys Emily. No. Well then I'm confused. Does she mean like he likes you like the spirit like

sir? I think that's what she was saying. The kid likes her. I think that's what she was saying. Either way I'm afraid. I mean it could be the kid but either way I don't love any of that. I hate it all. The knocking on the ceiling underneath her that freaked me out. Yeah I don't like that at all. Like that's real simple but real fuck., because if somebody knocked on the ceiling right now I would shoot through the roof. Yeah, I would shit my pants. I'm like I would shoot through the roof I thought we were headed through the same place, but we diverged We're like yeah, yeah, yeah, absolutely no not at all. Not at all. Wrong. All right, so my next one is listener tails from Australia. We love Australia. Listener tails from a loud now, no, no. That actually reminds me. If you have not seen

our Instagram post, it has a bunch of the places you can donate to help Australia out because of the crazy ass bushfires that are, I mean, demolishing the everything there. I mean, wild life, people, homes, everything. Kuala's. Oh, the Kuala's and kangaroo stuff are like killing me.

It's all in wildlife. It's, and actually, I need to update that to add some more wildlife stuff because there's a ton more. But if you want to have like a way to help, go to our Instagram. I made a post about it and I'll be editing to add more to it. But go help out our beautiful Australian lovelies. Please, they deserve it and they need it.

And we want to help them. So 100% out. We love you, Australia. So, so this one's called that time I got kidnapped and tried to kill the guy. Awesome. I already love this. This is by Alissa.

Hey, you beautiful pair of magical unicorns. Wow, hello. Love you. She wins. I love you. I know everyone says this, but fuck it. I'm gonna say it again, you guys rock. So do you, Alissa.

Thank you for being you and birthing this balls to the walls, fantastic podcast and the Facebook group. I finally found my people. Oh, I love that! Shout out to the spooky sisters. That's right. Oh my god, I want people to call us that for now. Oh my god, it says a few girls from the Facebook group have made a group chat and we talk all day every day. I love that! I'm obsessed with this. That just made my whole year. I love that so much.

Oh my god, 2020, that just made it. My name is Ali and I'm from Australia. Good day. You can use my name if you decide that this story is bonkers enough to read. We did. We decided. My story goes like this.

It starts off slow, but the good bit is at the end. Me and my boyfriend at the time, now my husband, congrats. We're traveling from Cambodia to Vietnam on a bus overnight. We arrive in Ho Chi Minh City. If I said that wrong, I'm sorry, I don't think anyone will yell at me, I think it's just Naperville. At around 3 to 4am, we hop off the bus and go sit down to have a smoke and get our bearings after being on a sleeper bus for hours. Worst decision in hindsight. Pay the fucking money and fly.

You can thank me later. Next minute, the human version of a clogged toilet rides up to us on a motorbike in this fake ass fuck leather jacket, dirty blue jeans and goddamn thongs. Flipwops, question mark. And says that we have drugs and he is tourist police to which I look at Wanker or dead in the face and say mate, if we had drugs we would have taken them already. Hell yeah. We get up and start to walk away in the direction we think our hotel is in. In reality it was the opposite fucking way to which we were walking.

So we were doomed from the beginning. He rides away only to come back less than a minute later spouting the same shit. I'm tourist police, I think you have drugs, you need to come with me. Oh fuck this. My husband at this point is shitted off to the max and turns to the shit stain of a human and says, if your Taurus Police show me your badge, the turd nugget reaches into his jacket and pulls out his tiny business card with scribbles all over it, but nothing to identify him as police. So in an attempt to get this guy to fuck off my husband confident as hell says

that badge is as fake as your jacket. Next minute. Call them out 2020. I love it. This is where it gets wild so hold on to those butts. The douche nozzle reaches out of his knockoff poo-colored jacket. It pulls out a gun. Oh, and says, this isn't being from Australia. I have zero experience with guns. And a lot of people ask me if it was real or not. Like hell, I wasn't gonna find the fuck out. It could have been a water pistol for all I know, but it looked real as fuck to me.

We both immediately freeze and are like, whoa, okay, shit just got real. Oh, can you imagine me in this situation right now so we end up walking around the corner from this with this dumpster fire and he makes my husband sit down on the ground with our backpacks with our clothes and luckily our passports inside he made me stand next to him and put all our valuables into one shoulder brago's carrying phones laptops tablets loads cameras he then points the gun at me and tells me to get on the bike and trying to be a bad bitch confident and not wanting to show my husband that I was shitting my pants on the inside. I say, why the fuck would I go with you? Good for you. To which this monster replied before shifting the gun for me to my husband, because I will shoot him, I don't care, he means nothing.

Whoa! Dude, that's so scary. This is making me stressed, like, real bad. I'm just thinking of being in the situation. No, fuck that. This sounds like a movie. So, of course, me and my husband are trying to telepathically communicate to each other, whether we will just jump this motherfucker and beat the living shit out of him,

or I just get on the bike. And in the interest of protecting him, I got on the bike and said what I thought would be my final words to him. I love you. Oh my God. Oh my God. My heart just fell into my toes and then it rolled away on the floor and fell out the window. He better like buy you bacon at every breakfast. And with that we were gone. Oh my God, you're on the bike.

You're on the bike, Ali. I'm stressed out. Oh my God, you're on the bike. You're on the bike, Ali. I'm stressed out. Oh my God, I'm wicked stressed out. You don't know where you're going. You don't. And now it's just me in this piece of wet lettuce. Okay, I fucking love that. Like, is that an Australia thing?

Or is that just like? I think it seems like we've got a few Australians that have used wet lettuce. I love that. I gotta tell you, I love it. And she said the human version of a clogged toilet. Australia is really good at insults. I think this is why Australians like get us a lot. I think so too. Because we get you. We get you. We love a creative insult. We're all the same

wavelength. Yeah, we really are. We love you. So it's just me and this piece of wet lettuce flying the wrong way through traffic. Oh, the wrong way? And my mind is racing. I figured I had two options. One, jump off the bike into traffic, possibly die. Or if I don't, he finds me. Two, I take this motherfucker with me. I went with option two. Yes, you motherfucker, but you know that commercial where it's like everyone has a squad and has like, do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do- Step up in the body. Step up in the body. I can just see you, Ali, right now. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't. Oh, man.

We all fight. So I grabbed the back of the motorbike and start throwing my body side to side, trying to put the bike off balance. That's for all. Because it's all be damned if this piece of literal garbage is going to take me without a fight. He realized what I was doing in turns and asked me, anyone know you're, anyone know you're here?

Well, look, will anyone look for you? Uh, yeah, a lot of people, I'm really popular. I screamed yes, I have a son, I'm the daughter of a politician, I'm not, but what the fuck did he know? Well, no, I'm here, they will look for me. I honestly didn't think that would work after watching, listening, reading so much true crime, but I threw it all to the wall to see what stuck. And something worked. The daughter of a politician thing was brilliant.

Yeah, that's really smart. But something worked. He pulled off down a tiny little alley and told me to get off the bike. I did and still to this day do not know why I didn't punch that slimy little maggot square in his little squishy face. He then told me to give him the bag of valuables, to which I told him to fuck off. Yes. The reply was to point the gun at my head. So I gave in and gave him the bag. He then told me he would meet me back at my hotel and took off. What? I sprinted after him as fast as my short legs and bloated belly would allow. This was our last stop on a three-week holiday. So I had a beer belly and food baby mixed

together. That's girl, get it. Down this dark alley, but by the time I got to the end, he was long gone. Luckily, I had a Disney moment when I got to the end. It was blinded by white light. A servo with at least ten taxi cars and twenty taxi bikes. I ran up screaming and crying, saying I was just robbed and kidnapped. I have no money. I have no idea where I was.

It was my first time in Vietnam, too. I need to find my husband. One young taxi driver turns to another older one and says, white girl crazy. Then the older one comes up and offers to take me to my hotel, which I had no idea where it was or the name. All I could say was bus stop. Luckily, he knew what I was talking about and took me back to the street. It all happened. When we got there, I could hear all I could hear was my husband running up and down the street screaming my name followed by where are you? Oh my god my heart just palpitated. I swear you could have mistaken me for Superman the way I flew off the back of that bike. I jumped off screaming I'm here. He ran into the street

and we saw each other again and like the scene from the notebook. We flew into each other's arms. I am sobbing, Ali. I am sobbing. We flew home the next day. I haven't been back to Vietnam since, but I'm determined to go back and conquer it. Yes. Ali, you are my New Year's resolution. What is your New Year's resolution? Ali. That's it. I would never want to go back. I give you so much credit. So that's my crazy story. Hopefully it's bananas enough to read because honestly if I heard either of you amazing humans read it I would die a happy weirdo. Don't die. Don't die. I love you. I love you so all ladies hope you enjoyed my wild ride and I hope you keep it weird but not so weird that you

travel overseas and get kidnapped by the human plague by. My goodness, Ali. Ali. The human version of a clogged toilet. And what was the lesson? The human plague. I love it. I love it. She's Ali.

I love you. And you and your husband's love. It's just beautiful. It's beautiful. It's inspiring. And I love it so much. And I love that you are part of the spooky sisters and you guys chat. That just made my choice. That's the cutest thing ever. I love you, Ali.

I love you. So my next one is called Listener Stories, a collection of weird, freaky shit. That sounds like my autobiography. I know. Me too. Also. Me too. Also. Why did I say that? Also, why did I say it twice? No, real sure. It's late. All right. So this says, warning, what you were about to read may make no sense. As when I wrote this, I was running on two hours of sleep and was going into work at 4am. I love that. Plus your soul. Hey guys, my name is Adrianna or Annie or whatever floats your boats.

You can use my name. Like everyone else, I just want to say that I absolutely love y'all. I feel like I can relate to you both so much. I've listened to every episode while I'm working and yes, I have most definitely paused at the what the fuck moments and talked about it with whoever is next to me at the time I love that my co-workers probably hate me This may be long and all over the place, but I'm not sure as I have only gotten this far So I've never killed anyone or been murdered. That's good man. That's a win-win. You know what?

That's you're living that life right now But I've had a lot of paranormal shit happen to me and my family Let's jump in this bitch. Let's do it after my mom remarried to a piece of shit We moved into this nice house, and I think this is when it all started for me girl. I've been there One night I had just gotten to bed when all of a sudden my door was cracked open and someone in an old man's voice told me good night That's good. I just feel like good night old man's voice told me goodnight. That's good. I just feel like, goodnight.

She said, that's good and dandy. But like my ex-step dad wasn't the kind of person who would tell me goodnight. My mom, well, last time I checked she didn't have an old manly voice. Plus, I had never heard this voice before. One day, I was saying goodnight girl. This is for like goodnight.

I'm like, 99. Bye. Sleep tight, get out my house. One day, I was putting on my school uniform and all of a sudden I heard a noep fuck that. A little girl laughing and it was coming from the corner of my room. No.

No. She said, I legit told her to shut up. That's so mean. It's so mean. She said shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I can't even remember if that worked or not.

I love it. The little girl was like me. And you're, you're stinky. She said I can't. I can't remember if that worked. Shut up. My mom even had something happen to her in this house my ex ship bag stepped at I love that how much you hate this man because I feel

that I hate him too for you to my buddy sucks took us all to the library and my mom stayed home alone she was in her bedroom and heard someone yelling her name she thought we came home and so she went down to see us and while you guessed it we weren't there shortly after moving in house, we had to move again because stepped out was in the air force. We got stationed in England and my mom refused to stay on base, camp blamer. Most off-base housing is so old that kind, that kind of didn't help. I remember this one neighborhood we lived in was new market. This was again something that happened to my mom, but this house gave me the creeps the whole time.

I always felt like I was being watched. Anyway, my mom was having coffee with our neighbor, her two boys, and my little brother were outside playing, and the rest of us were at school. So basically no one should be upstairs, right? Well, all of a sudden they just started hearing someone running around upstairs. My mom checked and clearly no one was there. Oh no. Then after after four years, we got stationed in Sumter South Carolina. Vomit. I don't recommend going there. Oh, we didn't say it. I didn't say it. I didn't know that if you want to.

We lived there for a good few years, so my older sister and I explored sometimes. We went to this old abandoned firehouse. Shit was creepy and didn't feel good. I wish I could find a name of the place or the address, but it's been years. It's covered by trees and way off the road. I also don't talk to my sister anymore, so there's no way to figure it out. I'm sorry. Obviously, I took a piece of the place with me because apparently why the fuck not. My mom found it and flipped and flipped shit, wrapped it and burned, wrapped it, burned sage around it and buried it. I think that's smart. I do too. I still make fun of her about it, and buried it. I think that's smart. Why do you do that?

I still make fun of her about it, but she swears I brought something into the house. This house already felled off to me, so I didn't notice. Now is time for the fun one, and one that is kind of famous. Ooh, in a town near Sumter, there is an old church. It is called Salem Black River Presbyterian Church. Fun fact, they filmed a movie there before, and my old English teacher from middle school

was in it. Back to the Spooks Spook. She's like, fuck that the English teacher wasn't it anyway, spook like that's cool though. So if y'all never heard of this church, basically it was built back in 1802. It's apparently haunted especially especially the graveyard where in the back passed another fence the ministers of the church are buried. Feel free to look more into this church because it's history is just wow. Yeah, I love that shit. I know I do too. But we decided to go in one night, just my sister, her friend and I. Ooh, we went into the graveyard. I swear, I heard a man's voice. Consistently sounded like

twigs were being broken when none of us were moving. My sister was a genius, went beyond the second fence where they have the ministers buried. A feeling of grief came over me. We left just a tad bit freaked out. Then because we thought it would be cool, we took my friend with us. I didn't last long because we all got spooked by the noises. We ran into my sister's car and tried to drive away. As we were turning out of the lot, a big-ass black dog comes running after us. Ooh, that's never good. No. We all screamed and almost wrecked the car, and then he just disappeared as if out of thin air.

After we got home, we did some looking into it, and other people saw this same dog as well. One last thing that is kind of cool, but also you. My grandma lived in New York at one point and worked at this diner. Well, son of a Sam decided he wanted to come on in and would constantly go in and see my grandma. Oh!

She finally said yes to going on a date with him. Oh my god. But never went on a second one because she said he was weird and asked a lot of questions. That's why David, David Berkowitz was nobody wanted to go on a date with. That's crazy. Gross. Obviously later she saw what he did and we were all so glad she didn't continue that relationship. This my group was pretty amazing. That's like high five grandma. Yeah, that's tough. Thank you guys for reading my long ass mess of an email. I love you both. And I mean, feel free to come to Columbia, South Carolina

for a live show. Oh my God, that was great. That was amazing. That was spooky. I love it. I legit told her to shut up. Was my favorite part. I, I, I told her to shut up.

I just legit told her to shut up. You're like, you didn't say goodnight, but at least you told the girl to shut up. Yeah, there you go. I love it. That was amazing. All right, my next one is called Listener Story. I was either abducted or I'm crazy. IDK. I'm both. All right.

Actually, it was my rubbed up and I'm just crazy. It is crazy. So this is from Jenna. Hey Jenna. Hey ladies, I'm new to the podcast and I'm currently binging all your episodes. Thank you. Thanks Jenna. My best friend turned me on to your podcast. So shout out to Bri. Love you bitch. I love you too Bri. And she also gave me a push to finally tell my story because it's pretty fucking creepy. I apologize in advance for the length but there are details to the story that are important to paint the picture. So strap in for the story that sounds straight out of the Alien movie. We love an Alien movie. I'm here for it. In 2014, I was living in a small, one-bedroom apartment with my now ex-girlfriend.

Our apartment was one of those apartments that are built into a house, so our landlord lives beneath us. Oh, I've had one of those. Yes, it's just as annoying as you're imagining. And there are stairs that lead up to our apartment from the outside. Our apartment was seriously so small that you can stand in the center of the kitchen when the first walked in and see every point of the apartment in a 360 spin. This is important to remember promise we are getting there. It started with these three baby owls that we had noticed. Oh, I love baby owls.

We're perched in a tall tree that we're right outside our bedroom window. Every night before bed we would open the windows and who back and forth to them? Do you know that if you hear an owl who, after midnight, it's a bad omen? Oh, I hate that. That bums me out. Well, this is cute because they would who back and forth to them and loves that they

who'd back. That's cute. Owls are my favorite and they are just so damn cute. So at this time, this was just the best thing in my life. But this is important because there are studies saying that aliens are somehow connected to owls. Oh, I didn't know that. I had a lot of crazy and scary dreams in that apartment. But I started having very, very realistic dreams for a whole week. It was dreams of these tall dark tall dark beings for a whole standing over me. Sorry, I can't you guys. It was dreams of these tall dark beings standing over me

or in the doorway of my bedroom, in the center of my apartment where you can see every point of the unit. I know I wasn't sleep paralysis because I could move and I have had sleep paralysis before and it 100% was not it. Finally, one night, I had a dream that these beings finally asked me to come with them. We got in my car and they literally just drove me around wasting my gas, asking questions. Wasting my gas. Who I was, how old I was, if this was where I was born, things like that.

My day note that the entire time I cannot see facial features, so they were just dark beings. Like, what the fuck, why are you guys this creepy? Were you answering their questions? Yeah, I was born in this stuff. Dreams, of course, seemed so short, but by the time I arrived back at the apartment in this dream, quote unquote, the sun was starting to come up. I walk in my apartment in bam.

I am being shaken by my ex standing in that very centered spot of our apartment. I am shaking, sweating, crying, and cold as if I have been outside in the Michigan weather all night where I lived at the time. I have this horrible ringing in my ear and for a split second I have no idea where I am. Did she get hurt? I couldn't sleep the rest of the night so she stayed up with me and I would be lying if I didn't think some men in black fuckers were about to bust in my apartment and steal me and just erase your man.

Oh my god, I foreshadowed it without hating too. You did. Later that day, I go to my mom's house because I am just so spooked out that I guess my five-foot tall mom could keep me safe from aliens or men in black, haha. She can. But really, Tammy, my mom, is a badass and would probably make an alien run away for like a little bitch. I take a shower at her house and come out to the kitchen in a towel, still talking about

the crazy experience. When she points out that I have this marking, no. I know this sounds so fucking fake, but I swear it is not on my left shoulder. It is two rows of five dots perfectly placed on my shoulder within a few hours the marking is gone. Sweetie, you got probed. You 100% got it. I regret, I regret to inform you that you were studying.

You got probed. You got probed. Can somebody make a meme of us telling her that she got probed? You got probed. Not a meme, like a drawing. Oh my God, this is amazing. You've been probed. After this experience, this is amazing. You've been pro.

After this experience, I swear my life has never been the same. Has it been good, though? So many crazy life things have happened since that night, or that might or might not be related. A few months after this, I left my girlfriend because I found out she cheated on me. Fuck her. Sad, but fuck you, LOL.

That's what she said. And then moved on to a completely different state. A little more background on me. I am a very sensitive person. I'm very sensitive to the paranormal and have lots of crazy experiences. But this is probably the creepiest thing that has happened to me. Hope you enjoyed this story. And again, so sorry for the length.

Now I'm going to go back to catching up on all your episodes. Keep it spooky, girls. Jen. That was a really good holy shit Jen you got pro you got I regret to inform you that you got pro that's insane that's fucked I love these and you know what some people like some people I've seen comment on the listener stories and be like Most of them are barely fake and you know what one they're don't agree I disagree poopoo to you and even if they are your great story tellers you're gonna say and even if they were fake these are great

stories you don't like a fake movie but to be honest I don't believe that 99% of these I think are real people are very like 100% I believe you I believe you I really do okay so I believe you got probed I was trying to think of a song that I could sing. Did you see my face moving? All of a sudden, now she's just like, I went into a distant land of 80D. I didn't come back. Come back to me. Come back to me, child. I was doing something when I was reading that story and I saw you looking at me do it. I don't know what I was doing. And I saw you when I immediately stopped. I'm like a small child that gets reprimanded. Because I'm constantly being like, Ash stop touching that stuff like that. But that was amazing. And this was a fun listener tails. I love listener stories. I love when we end on an alien

abduction. Yes. Perfect. So we hope you guys dug that and look forward to Robert Ben Rhodes being released, released, released, released, released, released, released, released, released, and then yes. Soiced? Reliced? Reliced? Reliced. Reliced. It's going to be fun for me because I don't know that case. Yeah, that's going to be exciting.

And it's a really crazy case. Is it Nali? It's real Nali. All right. Well, I have to drive to Annie's house, which is an hour away. Sure. I can listen to palette cleansers, but you don't get to. Just kidding.

Totally kidding. That sounded so mean. That's what I said. But Annie doesn't want to do palette cleansers anymore but you don't get to. Just kidding. Totally kidding. That sounded so mean. But Annie doesn't want to do palette cleansers anymore, because some people didn't like them. Yeah, a lot of people got mad at us for them. So we're not going to do them. I mean, we're not, I'm going to be real. We're not listening to like the haters because when people say

they don't like something, we're not like, oh, we'll stop. Yeah, no, no, no. Like don't worry about that. It's just, it doesn't really work with the flow anymore. Yeah. And we know what we think that you're so hardcore that you can listen to the whole podcast and not need a PowerPoint. You don't need a palette cleanser. Maybe if we do a case where it's like the most brutal, maybe we'll like figure maybe one of us will do a palette cleanser or something, but like we're not gonna make them a regular thing.

Maybe I could like sing you a song. There you go. Nobody wants I don't need it. Well, we're gonna end the episode now. Yeah. We will see you when it's time for Ben Rhodes. And in the meantime, you can go ahead and follow us on Instagram at morbidpodcast. Hit us up on the twiddle at A morbidpodcast. Right, as a listener, Taylor, and please send it to our Gmail with the headline,

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But that's the way that you get pro bailings, because that's really fucked up, and you don't want to have all those markings on your shoulder, because that definitely tells a sign of something really scary, but also keep it so weird that you actually do tell a ghost to shut up, because that's the way that you get pro bailings because that's really fucked up and you don't want to have all those markings on your shoulder because that definitely tells a sign of something really scary. But also keep it so weird that you actually do tell a ghost to shut up because that's pretty funny. Don't keep it so weird that your fucking brother gets ghost that's like maybe not a ghost,

maybe it's a glitch in the matrix so you don't really know what it is. But you know that he came down the stairs and you know that he told you he was in your apartment and that's really fucked up. Don't keep it so weird that when you go to Starbucks you see Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred. And don't keep it so weird that the little boy likes you when he's knocking on the ceiling, knock, knock, knock, and your hair stylist is like, oh, I got to do your hair but you're like, I don't want to come because that little boy is going to knock, knock, knock, Fred. And don't keep it so weird that the little boy likes you when he's knocking on the ceiling, knock, knock, knock, knock, and your hair stylist is like, oh, I got to do your hair, but you're like, I don't want to come because that little boy is going to knock, knock, knock, knock on the ceiling.

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