Morbid - Listener Tales 9

Episode Date: February 3, 2020

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey Weirdos, I'm Elena, I'm Ash. And this is morbid. Back in the pod lab baby. And this morbid is for you by you. Oh, brought to you by you for your brand new about you and you. It's all about you. Yay. Yeah.

It's also your Dail's Motherfuckers? We're back. And let me first say that Ariel Castro Part Two is coming within the next day or two. We're doing it very quick. So you will have it very soon. Because it is by popular Japan. It's just so known things that we're just like, here's a listener tale.

You're not getting the other one for a long time. It's just because of the live show, which was fucking awesome, guys. Thank you so much to everybody that was there. It was the wildest thing of my whole entire life. Yeah, my brain is still really not like comprehending that it was real. It didn't even comprehend it while it was happening.

No, it still hasn't hit me. So I got to yell thank you, New York. You sure did. And to microphone and I plan on doing that everywhere we go. And I got to do David Berkowitz's voice and say, Seaman a lot. She said, Seaman is solid 55 times and I was like, yo, our grant my, my group, but your dad is here. I know. It was a moment. But I felt it. I just had to go with it. Yeah. But we just wanted to thank you. The Grammar C Theater was awesome and we can't wait to see everybody in April at Philly and DC with my new pants with Ashes new pants, which she already has. Well, I don't have them yet. I just ordered them. Well, she already ordered them. But I can't wait to have them.

Um, but yeah, so tonight we're going to be doing listener tails. Um, like I said, Arielle Castro, part two is coming very shortly. So I promise you it's coming. You know, so hang tight, hang tight. Don't yell at me. All that good stuff. Should we just start? Yeah, let's just dive into this.

Because this is a listener tails episode. We get down to business. That is now sorry of my voice sucks on the way here. I was gym into Taylor Swift and I sang every song so hard that I fucked my voice up Which is hilarious because I would think that it would be like oh, I'm still recovering from my my New York trip And you're like no, it's just because I was singing Taylor Swift no I watched part of the Taylor Swift documentary on Netflix and then I was like let's bolt out every song she ever wrote Yeah, pretty much. Oh, and that reminds me, that new Ted Bundy, like Doc you see.

I want to see that. I think we should probably, we should watch it and do another. Together. Yeah. Okay. Because remember, I think a lot of people liked when we covered that Ted Bundy movie with Zach Efron. Oh, that one that sucked a bolt of a ball.

That I can't even go back to because it was so bad. But people have been telling us to watch it. And if you guys are down for us to watch it and like do an episode about it, we would absolutely do that. Because it was a lot of fun. I also want to do one about the Lee Harvey Oswald Henry Lee Lucas. Oh my God, fuck my life.

Are you gonna leave that in? Sure, damn it. Lee Harvey, I mean, he's a murderer too. Yeah, three names, I got it. There's an H in there. I'm fucking tired. There's an H. It's fine. All right, so listen to her. Anyways, yes's a murderer too. Yeah, three names. I got it. There's an H in there. I'm fucking tired. There's an It's Fine. All right, so listen to her.

Anyways, yes, we should do. We should do. Yeah, so if everybody's down for that, which, to be honest, even if you're not, it's our show, so we'll do it if we want to, but it would be nice if you guys wanted it. So, about 2020. I'm totally kidding.

I'm just being a dick. Yes, that's my motto. It's call everybody on 23. It's not you guys, just like everyone. And honestly, I'm just being an asshole. I just wanted to make a funny. But for real, let us know if that's something you would like. We would love to do and it's really fun to watch those things and react to it. So let us know. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. So this one is really, really long and I was chuckle into myself today while reading it. It is called the creepy fucking landlord that lived in our basement.

Oh, listen, retail. Yes, I know. I have. Who doesn't have that experience? Actually, I had a not a similar experience, but I like low-key related to like a little bit of this. Because my mom let us live in great places when I was little five. So this one is from Chris, and it says, hello, you magical and wonderful weirdos. My name is Chris. Yes, you can use my name in a podcast if you use this story. Thanks Chris. Thank you. I'm going to apologize now for the length of this story.

Do not. Never, never. And possibly the jumbledness that may or may not come with it. I'm going to try my hardest to keep everything in order. And she does. You don't, you don't have to. It's cool. Our brains are crazy too.

Yeah, fucking jumbledness is my brain. OK, so jumping right on into this shit show that was my life for six months when I was around 10 years old My parents separated for a short while my mom had just had my youngest brother three weeks before the split So she had all four kids all on her own all under the age of 16 After she packed her shit and left we stayed in a hotel for about a month while we searched for a home That was big enough for all of us. Now, since my mother had just pooped out some crotch fruit, she wasn't working.

It was another most beautiful way of saying giving birth. Wow, that's beautiful. Pooped out some crotch fruit. You know what, absolute crotch fruit makes me laugh so hard. I never had heard that before. I love it. So I'm in crotch goblins. It's just the funniest thing I've ever.

So she wasn't working because she had a baby. My older brother had an insolation. My older brother had this friend that we had known for a while and he was needing a place to live. So we told him he could move in with us once we found a house as long as he helped with the bills and the groceries. We also had my mom's brother and one of my mom's friends that wanted to move in with us to help my mom and all these damn kids and the bills until she could start working again. Wow, this is a full house. So after spending a month in a hotel, we were getting desperate to find a house that would fit all of us.

Eventually my mom found this ad on Craigslist for a six-bedroom, three bathroom, three-story house for only $1,000 a month. I'm gonna go ahead and say you don't want to move into that house. You don't. It says fucking steal, right? Apps of fucking lootly wrong. My mom responds to the add-in goes to look at the house. The house has a little creepy. The rooms and halls were dim and outdated. Every single entry, entryway door, or cabinet had padlocks on them. And it smelled a little old and weird. But hey, this house was cheap and she needed to get

us kids into a house ASAP. But the padlocks. Yeah, the padlocks are really weird. They'll be the thing that I'd be like, yeah, you know what? Something weird happened here. But we're gonna go ahead and leave. So the landlord, the fucking landlord, dude, we'll just call this shit stain Kirk because I don't know, Kirk is just question mark, question mark, question mark. Sounds like a creepy name. Sure. Sorry if you're gonna... Sorry, Kirk. Upon the first trip to the house, he told us that he currently lived in the basement. But it was because he was building some one bedroom duplexes on the property and would be out by 30 days of assigning the lease.

But he would still be around periodically to finish building these crazy ass buildings. Fine with us. We just needed a house. When we moved in, my mom made him take all the walks off the doors and the cabinets. I forgot. I forgot to map. I'm forgot. I forgot to match.

I forgot to mention he even had locks on the fucking fridge. What? Yeah, because she wasn't comfortable with that. So he took off all the locks except my mom's room. She thought it was weird, but she figured he just forgot and would remember at a later time. No. Nope, I don't think that's it.

Now, the first weird thing we noticed is that he was like, he has like 15 locks on the outside of his door in the basement. We were all like, what the fuck, Kirk? Whatever. The dude is just weird, but he'll be gone in 30 days. Guys, no, none of this is just weird. So then he starts asking my mom on dates. My mom is like question mark, question mark, question mark. First of all, ass wipe. I'm 32 when you're like 65. Second of all, I literally just shitted a child. I bet that's exactly what she said. That's amazing. So he gets all pissy when she turns him down.

Again, it's whatever, because we needed a house. Then my mom is going through her closet. This is crazy. Oh no. And finds this hidden, fucking little tiny closet with a secret door and a padlock on it. Again, we were like fucking Kirk. So we literally get some big ass cutters.

I don't know what the hell they're called, but they're like bolt cutters or something. I don't know. I'm not Bob the builder, okay? And bust that shit open and look inside. We found this nappy ass blonde wig. What the fuck? Fishnet stockings. No. Short black dresses and a name tag that reads a female name very similar to his male name. Wait, all of that except the nappy wig

is what you order, if you know, I just want to look at it. I'm like, God damn face. Mine is so perfect. I didn't wear a name tag. I'm wearing a new tag. So it's a female name on the name tag that's close to his male name and name.

And she says, say his name is Kirk. The name was like Katrina. We were all confused, but we were like, okay, dude has a side hustle. No big deal, right? So we boxed it up and it back. So a few weeks later, my mom remembers it and goes to pull it out to show my uncle. And that shit is gone. Oh, no.

So this some bitch, I don't even know what that is. Some bitch. This is so funny. Has been in my mom's room. Remember the lock on her door? Keep that in mind as the story goes on. I have been. I mean, I certainly have. We had a downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. This part is so nasty.

Oh no. But the kitchen that nobody used because we all tried to stay upstairs as much as possible and as far away from Kirk as we could. I hate this. Well one day my mom takes my little brother down there to give him a bath because all the other bathrooms are occupied. She walks in and found shit smeared all over the toilet.

What? Again, what the fuck, Kirk? My mom being the angel she is instead of going down there and beating his ass, she leaves a note that was like, hey, if you leave a mess, please clean it up. I have small children in the house and I don't want them getting sick. She even cleans this fucking toilet for him.

No. This woman is an angel, because I'd be like, literally come clean your actual shit up. I would literally light him on fire. That's just how I would handle this. This is insane. The next day she finds a note from him on the toilet

that reads, I have been doing this for 25 years And I won't stop now Like what? I've been shitting on all over my toilet for 25 years and I stop because you've been spattering shit all over this bathroom for 25 years And just because you live here and will not stop me. I will be damned if you will tell me to clean up my shit Oh man, Wow, Kurt. Or Kurt. Or whatever your knurk. Annie took our toilet brush and smeared it all over the toilet just to make more of a mess.

Like dude. Yo. Why are you so adamant about putting shit all over our toilet? Like what's the meaning of this? And at this point it had been past the 30 days. So we were all like pissed. He was like oh just give me a few more weeks and I'll be out. No, no, no, Kirk, no. We still just needed a house. Then guys you don't need a house

this bad. I'm here. I'm here to tell you. I'm here to tell you. Then this is fucked. Oh no. Then my mom starts waking up in the middle of the fucking night to a goddamn hand reaching out from under her bed and rubbing her legs. Yo, it's time to burn this house down with Kirk in it. Because that motherfucker needs to go. In fear of getting murdered by the psycho she didn't say in- What if you were trafficked into a cult over shot nine times, or fell in love with a vampire, or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed? What would you do?

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You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wonder App. Anything and just rolled over when it happened. When she woke up, her door would always be unlocked even though she always locked it because she was scared of she like this happening. It got to the point where it was happening. It changed the lock. Just get out of there. It got to the point where this was happening every night. And so we all ended up blowing up air mattresses and sleeping in her room.

My uncle, her friend, all my siblings, and their friends. So we just had a big ass slumber party every night and it stopped. She was never touched again. This man would come up to little 10 year old me and tell me he'd give me a bag of oranges if my mom went on a date with him. Question my question my question mark. Okay. Nobra, keep your creepy ass oranges.

Nobra. Nobra. I'll give you a pack of four I'd be like whoa what a treat her like you really know what kids are looking for that's a money motherfucker Then we started getting our electricity bill the shit was over $800 what my poor broke mother literally shit her pants because she couldn't afford it Somehow she must have enough money to pay for it for the next four months. But Jesus man, I feel so sad. Like I feel so sad how much trouble she went to

just to pay the selectors and people. We also started noticing that our food was disappearing and it was because fucking Kirk was eating our shit. Oh hell no. I know that that's what you're saying. That's my breaking point. You know, nope, you eat my food. I'm out. Yeah If you couldn't tell already the pompous shark biscuit never fucking move

You would even take our clothes out of the watch here in the middle of a wash like I'll put that shit on the basement floor And his clothes in like fuck you Kirk. Okay now to the real spooky poopy shit Oh, I'm sorry that wasn't the spooky poopy shit. There was both spoop and poop in all of that. There was. So we all kind of felt creepy in the house, and we all figured it was just the Kirk vibes. And so we started seeing white figures in the house.

At first it was harmless just out of the corner of our eyes, but then it started getting negative. We would wake up to the piano playing at the bottom of the stairs, and the fucking piano didn't work. It had no strings. My mom was like, question my question my question my, I don't know kids, we're gonna die. I don't know, I guess this is it. Then I was playing with my babies on the staircase or on some on the staircase on something pushed me down the stairs. There were a few nails sticking out of the wall where I'm sure Kirk tried to do some dumbass renovations

and I need caught on a nail and ripped it open out. Ooh. And I had to get 10, I put the, I put the owl out one. And I had to get seven stitches. My mom went to Kirk and was like, question mark, question mark, question mark. That seems to be the only thing that's happening here. Why are there nails on the stairway?

And he was like, question mark, question mark. I don't know, man, figure it out yourself. Then me and my three-year-old brother were playing hide and seek. And obviously, I wasn't going to hide in the hard spot because he was little and still an idiot. So I hid at the back of my empty closet while with a crow-shade blanket over me that I could still see out of because it hadn't ended, it holds in it.

So anyways, I'm just chilling, thinking about Hannah Montana or some shit, Are we all? I mean, I've been watching that a lot lately while waiting on this little idiot to come find me and quote unquote, he walks into the closet and I can see him through my blanket. So I ripped the blanket off and I say, you found me because I was a bomb ass big sister. And there is nobody there. I sat there like question mark, question mark, question mark. So my big baby asked

first into tears and ran to my mom. Thankfully, she always believed us and told me just to yell at them to leave us alone the next time. I see something scary. There was a ton of other shit that happened to the other 10,000 people that lived in that house, but a lot of them refused to tell their stories because it fucked them up. So back to this fucking Penini headkirk. Penini head. You're killing it with these insults. I love it. I love it. He had a human after my own heart. Right. He had been fucking with the wiring when he was building those stupid fucking apartments or whatever next door. So every time we took a shower, the metal knob, the metal knob to turn on the shower. Would adjust to adjust the temp. Would shock the shit out of you. Oh my god, it's like,

Parks and Rec, I call that shock water. And you couldn't stand on the drain because it would also electrocute you. We told him, and would you believe me if he said question mark, question mark, question mark? I don't know, dude, figure it out yourself. I do, I believe it.

At the time, we had a pit bull mastiff mix. So he was a big scary, this is my favoriteiff mix so he was a big scary this is my favorite part So he was a big scary looking doggo, but he was a big old baby One day Kirk was walking up the driveway and our dog barked at him through the fence and Kirk straight up no lie Diary a shit his pants What? We could see it on the outside of his pants We felt bad because some people are just scared of dogs and ours was a little intimidating

This is bad Kirk is a piece of shit This would have been fine if this dude didn't go sit on our porch swing for three hours with shit in his pants I am I am not even in a reality right now with this story This is insane it's bananas at this story. This is insane. It's bananas. At this point, we're like, OK, we need to get the fuck out of here. It wasn't when he hit under the bed or fucked up our wiring, or even that he was eating our food that threw us over the edge.

No, it was the fact that he shit his pants and said on our swing, that was a last try. You can't make this shit up. No, that you cannot. Around the same time, we got our monthly $800 electric bulb. My mom was done. My uncle was done. We were all done with bitch ask her I'm done with Kirk me too. So we wanted to know what the fuck he was doing in his bedroom that was making our electricity so damn high

We asked him if we could see what was in his room And if he could help pay the electricity bill because he was living there too and using electricity to and he flew into a fit of rage So we let it go until my uncle and his friends had a few drinks and felt brave. Now I do not condone what happened next, but I do. I do too. But if it didn't happen, we probably would all be murdered by now.

I don't even know what happens next, and I can't even know. They took those bolt cutters or whatever the fuck they are, and they cut all the locks out of the store and went in when he wasn't home. That would have done it. This is fucked, are you ready? I'm not.

He had eight different monitors hooked up in his room, all connected to cameras all over the house, along with three computers running God knows what. So not only had he been down there watching us, but he was also the one running up our electricity bill because of them running 24-7. He had hooks hanging from his ceiling, keep this in mind for later.

He had magazines and posters and pictures of brutal bondage, not the okay BDSM, but like the gross rapy kind. Oh my god! So my uncle and all his friends were like, okay, one, what the fuck Kirk and two, call 911. So I was just gonna say I really hope the police were called here because this isn't cute anymore. So as they're getting ready, it never was cute. It never was, but it's like to call the cops, fucking Kirk comes down the stairs and is freaking the fuck out. He literally starts strangling my uncle. My uncle's friends and my brothers pull him off.

Well, in the process, his shirt rips and we can see under it. He is wearing this leather strappy suit under his clothes with these big rings all over it. Bring that seemed to me meant to hang from the fucking hooks from his ceiling. Okay, not gonna kink shame, but we were all like fucking Kirk dude. So anyways, my uncle gets free and puts this dude under citizen's arrest with the goddamn handcuffs that were in his room.

That's amazing. This is amazing. This is everything. Eventually the cops come and they are baffled by the shit. They take the dude to jail and that's the last we ever heard from him. Even though I know my mom had to go to court a few times, but I was so young I don't remember exactly what for. We packed up our shit in under two hours and booked it to Arizona where we had family that we could stay with. After this whole idea ordeal, we were talking to my mom's friend that lived there with us. She didn't move in with us, but she left, she didn't move with us. She left the house but stayed in the same city. And she said

she did a lot of research on the history because she wanted to know why it was so haunted. And apparently she found articles about Kirk's mom being in some sort of satanic cult and then dying in the house. She said clippings in the mail to us and we still have them. So yeah, there's the time we lived in Satan's asshole. If it makes sense. That is the truest, most amazing description of a place I've ever heard. Yes. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading this. I seriously love you too and It makes the truest, most amazing description of a place I've ever heard. Yes. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading this. I seriously love you to and listen every day to and from work while I'm in while I'm going to bed. I've been wanting to send this story to you since you started listening to tales, but to be honest,

I'm just a lazy piece of shit and I don't want to type all this. But anyways, love Chris. Chris, that is truly outrageous. I was reading it and I was dying. And you can't make any of that up. No, none of it. Like that is, that is, it's unbelievable, but so believable. We are a super weird neighbor when I was growing up,

I won't say his name, but we lived in like this like, Jinky Asse apartment the one across from the school. Oh yeah. And remember the neighbor named D. Yup. And he like definitely stole stuff for my mom's room. Yeah, that's creepy.

I didn't even think of that. Oh, I hate it. Hate it. Yeah. All right, well, let's go on to the next listener tale. And this one is pretty awesome. It's from a VIP listener. Because it's from a true VIP who some of you met this weekend at the Grammar Seat Show.

Jerome Roll, please. Debra. My best friend. It's a lead business friend and I adopted Debbie as my other big sister. Exactly. So, and now, let me set this up. This listener tale is like close to both of us because the whole thing I was on the phone with her for and it has to do with the Boston Marathon bombings

which was a really intense, if you're from Boston, you know. So let's start. She says, hi, lovelies, hi, Deb. Here's my listener tale, it's long, like annoyingly so. Sorry about that. Let me know if you need me to whittle it down. I copy and pasted it here, but also attached to PDF because I think you have a Mac.

If that's easier for you, love you. He's always looking up for the greater good. She really is. That's such a dumb thing. She's like, I also did this. Love you, bye. All right, hi, everyone. I have been Alina's best friend since we were about 15 years old.

I met Ash. Ash. Oh, cool. My we were about 15 years old. I met Ash when I asked I met Ash when she was four or five and she was just the cutest little muffin I ever saw she still is I know that my being friends with these two makes a lot of you jealous and I'm here to tell you that you should be I love her so much. Ash has been making me laugh and bringing me joy since she was a tiny child and Elena is the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Oh, I'm gonna cry. Just ask her about the time she chased my college ex-boyfriend through his place of work and loudly berated him, making sure that not only everyone in the building heard but

also I heard by keeping me on the phone in her pocket the whole time. That happened. He cheated on me and broke up with me in a text message, guys. It was warranted. It was a whole warranted. Don't worry. I will always have it. Anybody's back. You will. So I could gush over these two all day. I literally beam with pride over all they have accomplished, achieved, and overcome both professionally and personally. And I love them with my whole heart, but I know how much they are going to hate having to read that, so I will get to the other reason I'm here to tell you about the time that there was a terrorist in my backyard. I love you,

don't you confirmed? In 2013, I was fresh out of grad school working at my first real job and living with my fiance, Pat, love Pat. Pat is now her husband. In Watertown, Massachusetts, we lived on the first floor of a tube family house at the end of a dead end street. The upstairs neighbors Rachel and Gary were our age and were great neighbors. They also had an adorable pug. On April 15, 2013, the Boston Marathon bombing devastated the city. It was tragic and horrific, but luckily hadn't impacted us too directly. Still, the whole city, and probably much of the country, was shaken up. It definitely felt a little post-9-11 in those following days, especially working in the

city. On the night of April 18th, Pat and I went to sleep around 11-30. Around 12-45 that night, my phone rang and it was Elena. This was very out of character for her. As Elena and I both have always been grandma's and I would have expected her to have been asleep too. I ignored the call and figured if it was important she would leave a message. Five minutes later I got a call from my sister. Now I was beginning to get suspicious. I answered half asleep and my sister was freaking out saying something about the marathon bombers being loose in watertown and throwing bombs around our neighborhood. Apparently, Alina had called my sister when she couldn't get a hold of me because what

she had heard was this. The Boston Marathon bombing suspects had shot a police officer, hijacked a car in Cambridge, let a police chase through watertown, initiated a shootout with the police, and began throwing grenades in the exact neighborhood that I've lived in a year before. Elena, you can probably fill in the details here, but I think I remember you saying that you heard the mention Dexter Avenue, which is where we had lived the previous year.

It was still less than a mile from where we were living at the time of the manhunt. This is true, so what happened? I'll fill in these blanks. This is a fun list at our tale, because it's interactive. Please turn off your thing. And you turn this off. It's on. I just blow it up with text messages, right? Sorry. No, it's on silence. But it's like, so what happened that night is that John and I, so we were watching TV. We were about to go to sleep. Everything was

crazy because of the Boston Marathon bombing it happened a few days earlier, and the suspects were still on the loose. Everyone was kind of on edge. And we were watching TV, and suddenly this breaking news came that a police officer had been shot in Cambridge. There was a chase. People thought they saw this guy.

So we started listening to the police scanner, because we're like, holy shit, what's going on. All of a sudden, I start hearing them going to Watertown and I know my best friend lives in Watertown and I'm like, oh fuck. So all of a sudden they said Dexter Avenue. Now Deb had lived there, like we said the year before, but I forgot whether she lived there now

or whether like I mixed her streets up because she moved a street over. So I didn't know if she lived there now and the other one was a year ago or vice versa. Because I was panicked because all of a sudden I'm not kidding you guys. I'm listening to the police scanner. These police officers start screaming and yelling their throwing grenades and they're screaming. They're talking about explosions. I'm like, oh my God. So I start calling Debbie like crazy. So back to her version. My brain couldn't comprehend

what she was saying until I woke pad up and we turned on the TV. He thought I was freaking out over nothing and told me to go back to bed. Oy, Oy is right. Once, Oy with the poodles. Once he was able to see what was going on, we were both on edge. By the time we received the news of the man hunt, my first brother was dead and the second was on the run. We looked outside and saw police officers walking around our house with flashlights. It was such a help us feeling knowing that a literal terrorist was on the loose in our neighborhood and no one could find him. We stayed up all night waiting to hear news that they caught him, but that never happened.

Pat and I would take turns inappings so that at least one of us was alert and following the news at all times. Throughout the night, in the next day, the police issued a shelter-in-place order for all of Watertown and eventually all of Boston and the surrounding towns as well. This is true because I remember John got up and couldn't go to work. This was a really scary time. I like just talking about it now. I'm like, ooh. No one was allowed to leave their houses.

My poor neighbors had to try to get their dog to pee on a newspaper in the basement because they couldn't even take them outside, even in the yard. It was unreal to see surveillance footage of Boston during the day with no cars on the street. That really was nuts. It was like apocalypse. We got let out of drivers at early.

There was helicopters flying over my driver's head. That's crazy. Throughout the day, we saw occasional police officers in our yard, but no one searched our house or even knocked on our door. It seemed like our little street was just outside of the main search perimeter. Pat's best friends lived on a street closer

to where the shootout had happened, and they sent us pictures of swap cars and military tanks driving up and down their street. All day we heard the sounds of black hawk helicopters flying over our neighborhood. At one point from our bedroom window we could still see police officers looking in the bushes at the end of our dead end street. Maybe twenty-three from our window. I'm not sure about that. I'm really bad at spatial relations,

but it was very close. It's insane. The search concluded quickly and they didn't find anything. This guy could have been anywhere. At one point, Pat searched, this is one of my favorite stories. My God, I love this story. At one point, Pat searched the basement

while wielding a wooden baseball bat. We learned later that Gary from upstairs had also searched the basement while holding a glass of tepid water. Rachel and I were safe in safe and capable hands guys. It's true he was like what are you going to do with tepid water? He was like throw it in his face. I don't know. After many more hours around seven I believe they announced that the travel band was lifted even though they couldn't find him. I told Pat that we should leave and go to my parents house, which was about 45 minutes away. Pat rolled his eyes at me and famously proclaimed, why should we leave?

What's going to happen now? So we didn't leave. Note, we should have left. A short while later, I was trying to rest, and Pat was looking out the window. He wasn't saying anything, and I later learned he was trying to prevent me from panicking. But apparently, there was a very large police presence right near the bush at the end of our street where they had previously searched. Helicopters, which had been circling all day, got very low and very loud. Before I knew it was happening gunshots started ringing out all over the place. It

literally sounded like fireworks were going off inside our house. I had no idea what was happening, it was freaking out like an absolute maniac. This is how I know I would never survive any kind of serial killer scenario. My instinct was to stand in front of the window and flat my arms like a baby bird while saying, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, repeatedly. Pat told me to lie flat on the ground, so I did. But truthfully, the idea to do that never would have crossed my mind. Pat stayed at the window as he was convinced that the terrorist was going to try to escape from wherever he was hiding and run under our window and it was going to be up to Pat to jump on him and save us all. A police officer outside our window spotted Pat and yelled, get the fuck down on the floor

and sheeplessly he obeyed. We soon learned that the terrorist was hiding in someone's boat. This was so nuts guys. Because it wasn't the boat like next door. It was literally like right through their backyard. And he was hiding in this boat. And I remember being in this like huge thing where everyone, in fact, me and my friend Damian,

shout out to Damian, set up all night on the police scanner, texting each other, like updating, like, whoa, this is happening because we just couldn't stop listening. It was like an action movie. It was unbelievable. So we learned that the terrorist was hiding in someone's boat in their backyard. As it turns out, the boat's owners backyard almost diagonally abutted our backyard.

And by backyard, I meet about 10 square feet. These properties were tiny. The police officers were able to get an angle on him from our street because it was kind of just open pavement at the end of our street and directly behind the boat. After a couple of minutes of me lying on the floor in the fetal position crying hysterically, we heard loud banging on our door, a SWAT team carrying very large weapons quickly flooded into our house and were trying to get an angle on the boat from one of our windows. I was on the phone with Debbie for this, by the way. They pulled out our couch from the wall and told us to hide behind the couch and to stay down.

During our stay behind the couch, I heard Pat mumbling, where's my bat? I can't find my bat. I'm pretty sure that the actual SWAT team in our kitchen had us covered, but just to be sure, we secured my husband's weapon of choice. After a few minutes, the police officers yelled at us to run now. That was all they said. When I stood up from behind the couch for the first time that day, I saw it at our front window. I will never forget that scene, and I wish I had the presence of mine to take a picture. If we had been in an action movie, it would have been way overkill.

There were hundreds of police officers flooding our street. They were crouched behind walls and hiding in corners with their weapons drawn. They used the carza shields as they ran to take their positions. We got outside and seemed to be the only house getting evacuated. We didn't know where to go and the officers just kept saying run. We quickly found our neighbors Rachel and Gary with their pug under Gary's arm. We ran up the hill together, Rachel and I and Tears. Up the hill a whole neighborhood stood outside watching down on what was happening.

A nice family invited us into their home and gave us blankets. We were soon getting phone calls from National News stations asking for interviews. Apparently they had found our numbers since they were registered to our address. After a while, Pat and I decided to walk to his friend's house about a half a mile away. They drank beers and shared stories and I ate cookies and cried. Eventually we found out that the manhunt was over and that we were allowed to go back home. As we walked the mile home, there was a lot of celebrating in the streets. Police officers were fist pumping out the windows and everyone was feeling a lot of relief. I remember this like seeing this and hearing it on the phone and stuff. feeling a lot of relief. I remember this, like seeing this and hearing it

on the phone and stuff. And like police officers were driving by and the entire town was on the streets, like, celebrating the police officers because those guys let me tell you, did some shit like that. I think I was like getting ice cream when they found him. Are you? I think it's time.

I think I was, I'm not saying where I was going to say. I remember one thing from Debbie's neighborhood, her like next to her neighborhood, because they were in a like lockdown. This woman needed milk because she had kids and she couldn't get out and get milk. Police officers went out, got them, her gallons of milk and delivered them to her. And I remember seeing it and being like,

that's fucking awesome. Yeah, it was just, those police officers that they were like really amazing for Boston. So our street was locked down for about two weeks while the FBI conducted their investigation. Our neighbors had bullets that went through their house, but luckily no one was hurt. We actually loved living there and renewed our lease for another year after that. It was crazy day for sure, but now many years later it makes for a really great story while playing two truths in a lie. Anyway, that's my listener tale. Elena and Ash, I love you so much. Thank you for being wonderful. We love you, Deb Deb. I love you so much Deb. That tale

is so fucking crazy. And I'm so glad you sent it in because it's cool to like have been a part of that and like be able to tell the other side of it and how it all hope that I've heard that story so many times and it like never gets old listening to it. It's great. I remember being on the phone with her through so much of it and hearing police officers, like telling them to get down on the phone. I was freaking out thinking something was going to happen to my dad and my pet. But yeah, so that's that's Deb's story and that's a crazy one.

Thanks for sending it in. Deb thanks Deb. Thanks Deb. All right. My next one is listener Tory that time I sass to robber and almost got shot. Love it. Hey ladies before I start I just want to say I love your podcast. I travel a ton because I'm on my university's debate team. Cool. That's red. And I've never boarded a flight or gotten in a car to travel without having the latest episodes downloaded. My name is Carrie. You can totally use my name. And this is the time I was getting robbed, forgot the fact that this motherfucker had a gun

pointed out my head. It was probably sassy enough to have gotten shot if you wanted to. Oh my goodness. Yeah. To give some context, I was 18. I haven't grown much since seventh grade, so I am five two. And I had to stand on my tiptoes to look this man in the eye. I feel you. I was waiting for that. My church runs a fireworks booth every year around the

4th of July that I've been working since I was 13 or 14. So I'm pretty experienced at bullshitting people into buying a couple hundred dollars worth of fireworks mostly because I was normally the person under 60 in the booth, the only person under 60 in the booth, so I handled all the sales and technology and stuff. The guy who runs it is a fucking asshole who constantly breathed my mom, a single mother who raises three badass kids all by herself. So needless to say, I wasn't pumped to be working it again, but I was helping raise money for a trip my church's youth group was going on. We ran it for 24 hours or so, someone always had to be inside the booth, but because the guy who runs it is an ass, we were constantly short-staffed, especially for the night shift.

So one night I get a call from the guy who was there with his two little boys asking me my mom and one of my brothers if we would be willing to come do the night shift. He had worked the next morning in four kids, so obviously we said yes and went over, bringing one of our dogs with us, which we would normally never do, But it just felt right that night Everything was fine for the first few hours and because it was a few days before the fourth business was slow The guy and his sons were getting ready to leave in a few minutes and we expected to Yeah, and we expected to take turns sleeping in lawn chairs that we brought with us Then at about 11 p.m. The shady looking dude walks up to the booth And but like who am I to judge

when you want to get your fireworks. So he walks over to the window and I try to start giving my whole spiel about how great our products are and asking him what he's looking for, etc. At this point one of the little boys who was outside the booth handed him a flyer and he came inside the booth which I didn't think anything of at the time. He's not responding to my obviously great sales pitch which weirds me out further but again do you what you want I'm just here to try and get money for some Jesus-y stuff. A few minutes go by with him not talking or looking at me and he comes up to my window I get and he comes up to my window again I ask hi what can I get for you. At this point he pulls out a gun

cocks it points it at me and says you. Ooh. I looked at him and just sort of went, okay, here you go. This is all the cash we have. I love it. She was like, okay. She's like, just take it. Which was about $300 that I had pulled out from our cash box. Most of our transactions are done electronically, which I tried explaining to him. So we didn't have a ton of cash, which really pissed this ass wipe off.

We started getting, he started getting super aggressive and threatening to shoot me for hiding money from him and then started and then he started threatening the little boys. At that moment I did probably the dumbest thing I've done in my life. I took the coins we had in the cash box through at him through the mat him and said I'm sorry did you want change with that too? A lot more condescending than I meant to. I still can't tell if that piston offer made him respect me because he looked at me. He's like, well shit. Well, still pointing the gun at my face and said, look, you're smart.

I think you know what's gonna happen if you're hiding money. To a try-replied, listen, dude. You can come back here and look, we don't have any more cash. At this point, my dog, a pit bull mix. He's literally the sweetest boy. He just looks scary. Puts his paws up on the counter. Uh, did it it it it it.

And ending up scaring the guy away. We obviously had to file a police report and I ended up working with a police sketch artist, which was pretty cool. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you're bitchy to a man holding a gun in your face. Oh my god. Love y'all. Carry. PS, I'm attaching picks of my angel dog and the sketch artist that the artist came up with. First of all, the dog is adorable. Second of all, that's a crazy good sketch. I know, I was like, oh my god, really good sketch. And then third of all, well, I think it is hilarious what you said to this man.

Guys, do not say those things as a god in your face. No, definitely not. She was like, I'm sorry, I won't change with this. This is hilarious though. But that's an example of it turning out well. Yeah, but you know what, Carrie, high five for being sassiest fuck all the way through. All the way through. I love it, Carrie. Thank you for that. So my next listener tale is called, I was kind of kidnapped.

No, seriously, and it's from Rachel. Hey, Lena, ask. And it's from Rachel. Hey, Lena and asked, why do you ask? Why do you ask? Is this like a 40-in-slip, or are you hating me? I'm like, yes. No, I think it's because I'm keep feeling like I'm going to spit when I say it,

so I'm like trying to not spit on the microphone. Do you have PTSD from the live show? I do, because I spit all over everybody. I feel like that's going to happen again. And again. I didn't notice it at all. And every time you said it, I was like, why is she even acknowledging that? Because I feel like you should acknowledge weird shit like that's gonna happen again. And again. And again. I did notice it at all. And every time you said it, I was like, why is she even acknowledging this?

Because I feel like you should acknowledge weird shit like that. But I don't think anybody noticed. But I did. You know what it is? It's the lights. And so every time I spit, I could see all of this project. It's a project.

So don't worry, guys, I'm not sick. You were like the principal from that so raven. I sure was. All right, hello, Elena and Ash. Thank you. I wrote you guys a week or so ago, just thanking you for being who you are and making my life brighter in your wonderful banter and hilariousness. Stay weird because us true snoops, snoops, snoops, us true spoops love it.

Oh my god, that was so nice. Anywho, guess what? I'm back to tell you the most effed up story for my childhood. I'm in. I will begin by telling you that I turned 29 this year and my mom who's wonderful but my grudge is still being held against her and you will see why when I tell you my story and my quote unquote dad who started out with a great paternal instinct and as I got older turned into a steaming pile of suck fast just to put it lightly.

Well that's a bummer. Sorry I too get carried away in banter sisters. So bear with it girl. I got married this March 2009. Good job. Congrats. Congrats. To my best man friend of eight years. Apparently according to my family, marriage is what makes you an adult. Not not your age. So they decided to sit myself and my newly wedded husband down to tell us some information about my youth. Weird since they hate each other in our divorce, so we're on edge already at a Starbucks and in a crowd of people. Love that for my anxiety. Hold on to your butts.

So as I sit tearing my napkin into tiny anxiety-sized pieces, my parental's decided to tell me that when I was five, I was fucking kidnapped. What? Yes. Right out of my driveway and returned promptly and unharmed. Now fun fact about my mom and sperm donor. I remember this happening vividly,

but those A-holes decided to tell me it was a nightmare and put me in counseling, making me think I was Kuku Banana Nutman because of all the details I had from this quote unquote dream. So I know you're dying to hear about my not dreaming kidnapping. So here it goes. This is going to stress me out. It's why I'm going to stress me right out. I grew up in a safe good old 90s neighborhood where I was an expert in mud pies at Cafe Rachel, French accent. Cafe Richel. Richel. And drawing portraits of

my guests with chalk as they enjoyed my mud pie craft. Honestly, that's a beautiful sentiment. And you know what, I feel that. I did this all while wearing my pink tutu and polka-hontas work boots. Well, one day we were celebrating my birthday in the summer, so my, so more family would come out. So I was five, but we were celebrating six early. Yay! I was at the end of my driveway in usual garb and making some detailed pies.

However, all my guests to my cafe were too preoccupied in the stupid princess bounce house in my backyard to care about my craft. That's when a man rolled up in a fucking wood-paneled minivan. I'm already really stressed out, like this is giving me anxiety. Which in the 90s were coolest fuck, but thankfully didn't last too long. Now this man was interested in my cafe, and in fact, he had some more mud for me that he needed to get rid of. Now me, a sheltered 5-year-old in Illinois, basically in the middle of a cornfield, thought

yes sir. That makes complete sense, let me just happily hop into your car. So I fucking did. Oh. Right. Oh. My girl's just turned 4 and I'm like, heart palpitations right now. Don't ever let them die.

I'm constantly telling them I'm like, all strangers are fucking nightmares. Do not talk to them. That is literally what I tell them. I never even dreamed of a stranger to an all. I really do. I'm like, no one is your friend. Everyone you meet is awful.

It's all a nightmare. Don't talk to any grown up. No nightmare, no, none. This man drives away just chatting with me It's all a nightmare. Don't talk to any grown up nightmare. Nightmare, nightmare. None. This man drives away just chatting with me about mud and whatever. So I told him that we just had to make sure we could be back for my cake. Oh my god. Oh, because I had a special wish to make that my parents would stop fighting so much. Guys, it tear jerked me.

Guys, I know I was pure as fuck, you really were. You were. Well, me, wishing for my parents' marriage to not fail, saved my damn life. This man had a change of fucking heart to say the least. He pulled over, lit a cigarette, drank out of a flask, and started going mad, batshit crazy. Beating his steering wheel, screaming why he was like this, and sobbing. Isn't that so fucking scary? Dude, like, picture that.

My whole body feels so many feels. Yeah, I can tell. Every part of me is stressed. But it's so good. Whoa. I mean, while let him know that nothing cheers you up like a good mud pie, this slayed him. Oh, he slayed him. He slayed him. Slayed him.

Slayed him. All of the sudden he stepped on the gas so hard I went tumbling to the back of the van. He went screeching back around my neighborhood, got out of the car, opened the door, picked me up, legit threw me in the mud, and said happy birthday, I'm so sorry. And sped off. My dad came running down the driveway screaming that he found me to tell the cops I'm okay, and threw a rock through this man's back window. See?

Cool, dad then. He swooped me up and my mom came running and they sobbed. I didn't understand why. I was just with my new friend getting new mud, but they continued on with my party as if nothing happened. Jesus Christ. Holy shit. I am feeling so many things.

Apparently the cops apprehended him and he had driven himself into a tree and died, which is sad, question mark, but better him than me. Not sure how to feel since my whole life, I thought it was a fucking dream. My parents never cared to find out his identity either, just confirmed the license plate and there was mud in the back of the van, so there's that. Oh, isn't that so crazy?

So that's my story about how I almost got kidnapped. I'm still pouting about the truth being released because let me tell ya, I've lived my life on the edge, windows open, doors unlocked, couch sleeping even. When I could have been taught to be cautious and safe and learned from this fuckery, instead of thinking Stephen King was writing books in my head.

So thanks, Mom, and whatever. I hope you guys enjoyed my story and keep it weird, love you weirdos, Rochelle or Rachel. Is it not bananas? She's straight up on the note. Wow. And was so pure, he gave her back.

Like, that never happens. Never ever ever ever. So the fact that it's like holy shit. Right. And that he's sitting there like, and I can picture that like vividly. Yeah, because that's how I'm losing his shit being like, why am I like this?

Oh, so much. And she's like, oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. And he's like, Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh.

I am having another stranger that didn't talk with the girls tomorrow. Yeah. All strangers are the worst. All strangers strangers none of them are okay. Just me You're not an adult. I meant sorry other other adults that are not me Oh, okay your turn last one. Okay, listen her tales dude. I've never been so spooked Hi, my name is Maya and I absolutely love your podcast I am currently studying to be a mortician and true crime has always been so spooked. Hi my name is Maya and I absolutely love your podcast. I am

currently studying to be a mortician and true crime has always been so interesting to me. Hey yo, hey yo, along with the supernatural. I've been meaning to send this email for a while now but I either haven't found the time where I just forget. I'm finally doing it now though because I thought you might enjoy this little story or at least get a good spook. I am about to tell you the scariest supernatural experience I've ever had hold on to your freaking butt ladies. Oh cool supernatural one. I need that after I kidnap him. Yeah it's good to end on one of those. Give me a spooopy boat ghost. Yeah a spooopy boat ghost. When I was 16 years old one of my best friends I'll call him Bruce. He was having a birthday. He had always been really into spirits and the idea of communicating with

them and had mentioned a few months prior that he really wanted a Ouija board. Never get your front of Ouija board. Love Bruce. No, I love Bruce too, but no. I thought Ouija boards were a bunch of baloney at the time. They're not. The only times I've ever seen them were used on YouTube with a bunch of girls, or excuse me, I don't know why I just said that. I'm a bunch of young adults acting terrifying. Just a bunch of girls. Like how fucking assumptions are you with me? That's not a word. Whatever. Acting terrifying and moving the bunch up by themselves. But I figured if it would make Bruce happy, yeah, I'll get him one.

Hell yeah, Bruce. Oh yeah. Bruce, Bruce. When he unwrapped it, he was beyond excited and insisted that we bring it a little ways up to the mountain he lived right next to you that night. Oh yeah. Not even realizing how murdery that sounded.

I agree to go with them. Mostly to Kala whoever was moving the planchette. That night we we want to short ways up the mountain so that we could still see Bruce's house. But uh, but we were still far away. Everyone was taking it so seriously that I actually lost all desire to make fun of my friends. And instead I just tried to comfort their obvious fear. I was the oldest in the group and they looked to me as the mother bear. I won't go into detail about that night specifically, because this is just to set up the really spooky part,

so you understand why it happened later. But I will say, it was my real aha moment that led to me believing the whole Wegeboard thing. Okay. Everyone was touching the plan chat with feather-light touches, and it moved so swiftly and smoothly over the board as I As I asked it questions with a trembling voice. I had been appointed the speaker Since I guess you were only supposed to have one we followed all of the precautionary steps to a tea When we got back I just remember us all sitting on the couch and Bruce's basement Wordlessly out of shock Bruce's parents for bid Bruce from having the Ouija board in the house So I told him we could keep it at my house until he got his own apartment in the future,

and that he could use it whenever he wanted. That was a dumb mistake. She says that not me. I had been keeping the board and drawer under my bed for about a month leading up to the time I came home from school to find it out of the box and on the floor with a plan chat half-hazardly thrown on the corner of it. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. My brain was fried from school to find it out of the box and on the floor, with a planchette half-hazardly thrown on the corner of it. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. My brain was fried from school that day and didn't think much of it. I just grumbled to myself because I knew that my two youngest siblings had a habit of growing

through my room, and I knew they were the ones who took it out. I made a mental note to scold them later as I put it back in its box, not even thinking about what Bruce had told me about how it was dangerous to leave the plan chat on the board without properly saying goodbye to the spirit. Oh shit. Even if there was no success in making contact, you're not supposed to leave the communication line open or something like that. No, you're not. I know this. From the next week, I was feeling like I was being watched from the corner of my room next to my closet. Remember that it's important. All the time and All the time and

all the time and uh, I tracked it up to Perinora. I cannot talk. Perinora and I are from watching horror movies all by myself, which I did quite often. You saw me right? Same. One night I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night in a sitting position. I was confused and disoriented until I noticed I felt two hands. One on each of my forearms, was trying to yank me out of the bed. Fuck that. Yeah. It didn't feel hot or cold, just like pressure. My half asleep brain was trying to process that it was feeling, that it was feeling but not seeing something trying to pull me out of my bed. And I did the only thing I, thing I could think of in that state. I yanked my arms and slammed myself down onto the bed as hard as I could. The pressure ceased, but I had hit my head really hard on the bed frame and ended up with

a gnarly walt on the back of my head. I got out of the bed to rush as far away from my room as I could. Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night. You didn't? Why not? Crazy. By the next night I managed to convince myself that it was some sort of stupid sleep paralysis type thing, even though that completely makes sense and I went back to my room. Sleep paralysis sucks. Yeah it

does. I want to do a whole episode on this. You should. Yeah. It was the weekend so I was up really rate. Oh, you're having a moment. I am. I was up really late and around 2 in the morning I felt pressure on my head as if something was stroking my hair over the welt on my head on the previous day. I know. Creepy. Yep. Along with the air around me getting cold.

And then I heard a whispered male voice clear as day say, go to sleep. I would literally, I would, I don't even, I would burn the house down. I'd be like, sir, I don't want to. You're freaking me out. You scared me, sir. I don't want to go to sleep. No, no, no, no. I whacked myself in the head with the heel of my palm as I was trying to get a spider

off and ran upstairs. There was no way I could make that logical in my head. I was crying in his steracle and headed up remembering the Ouija board as I tried to sift through my head for an explanation. I immediately called Bruce who was a little frustrated that I called him in the middle of the night, but he was nice about it since I was being so hysterical, and I told him the whole story. I will never forget when he said, hold up Maya. Why would it yank you out of bed one day and then be so gentle the next? And how I yelled through my ugly crying that I didn't know anything and I just begged him to help me. Because that's what I was thinking. He sounds nice. He's like just go back to sleep and he's just stroking your head.

I'd be like, thank you. Well, maybe he's trying to tell her to go to sleep so that he can take her to the fucking underworld without her noticing Okay, Damon's have a plan to diamonds He agreed to come over the next day and check it out. I slept on the couch Well, we'll let it go that one time. I was just gonna say that we're not doing well right now I would sleep on the couch that night too. I would sleep in Canada. I was gonna I would sleep in another country I would sleep in Canada. I was gonna stiffer in other countries. I would sleep in Guam on that yoke. The next day Bruce came over and immediately couldn't stand being in my room for even a few minutes

because he felt such a strong negative energy from the corner next to my closet. Oh Bruce, that's right. The corner I felt like I was being watched from. A mutual friend of Bruce and I, I'll call him Henry. That's my favorite pointing. I said that, Ash. I came over after Call for Bruce and told me he would, he would hold onto the board instead of me and he would keep it in the trunk of his car. I had never been so happy to give something up.

Nothing has happened in my house since then and Henry says that nothing weird has happened to him either, so I'm glad this is over with. I really wish I wasn't so ignorant and I wish I had decided to at least learn some rules about Ouija boards before actually agreeing to keep one in my house Where I knew grabby little children would be digging around my mom even scolded me for having it in the house without telling her and told me I deserved what I got That would be me as a mom, because I'm mother I said it once and I will say it again if my mother fucking future kids bring a Ouija board into my house They got a leaf, they got a leaf, you're a victim child

Back to the story. I'm glad to say I'm finally moving out of this house in a couple months and can hopefully stop having nightmares about staying in my own room. Thanks for reading the super long email and I hope you like the story. Thank you so much for doing the podcast and for keeping things like-hearted when they get dark. Don't stop doing what you're doing ladies because I love you for it. Maya. I love you, Maya. Maya, I love you Maya. I love you too. And damn. Damn. I'm choosing to believe that that man that was like just go back to sleep, stroke, and her head. Maybe he was a nice one and maybe the other one was a mean one. He was just trying to be like all-hang here and all-protect you.

My disagree. I mean it could have been a diamond. It was a diamond. But I was dying to summon her to the underworld with his hands. But I don't think diamonds need help, like you to fall asleep to drag you down. I think like that. Maybe he's just making me down. Maybe he's like, I don't want to hear you fucking screaming. Shut up, go to sleep. So I can drag you quietly.

I'm tired tonight. Are you kidding me? Diamonds love for you to scream, but bit probably but maybe this one was new in training I don't know maybe it was a way from part fucking three and she was like I really just got a bring you so shut up And let me bring you wow spoiler alert. Well not really Did you just tell me a plot? No, did you just tell everybody? Well, everybody's probably watching except you it's been over like four minutes It's been over like a week. Yeah, that's still that's not a fun. Uh, Spingy bitches. Yeah, but you got to give it more time before you start spoiling it

Well, then edit it out. I'm going to Sit put the argument in though. I will so we just argued because I just spoiled Sabrina the t-h which for me, but I won't make it so that it's spoiled for you guys too. It's really not much of a spoiler. I promise. You know what, I love you all and I don't want you all to be spoiled like I am. I am not much of a spoiler. Okay. So, either way, that is our listener tails.

We only had a few because they were super long but they were well worth the time. They were dank. They were, they sure they were dank as I said. But that last one made me think that maybe we should do, we wanted it, I know I wanted to do an episode about sleep paralysis because I suffer from it and I know a lot of our listeners do too. So if you could, we'll do one full episode that I want to like look into the science behind it. I want to look into like the whole thing.

Would you please send us your sleep paralysis tail so we can we can read some of yours during this. And if you want to just email us with the the subject, the first thing you put in it is sleep paralysis and then whatever you want to name it, but send us in so I can read some of your tales so that we can put it into the episode that we're gonna do about it, maybe a couple episodes. Cool. But do it, because I really want to hear other people's tales

because I have some too and I'll tell you mine what I'm gonna be doing in the episodes. I only have one, I've only got one, well I got it once when I was really, really little and then I got it one more time, but other than that, it's never happened. Yeah, I see, I get it like every few months. I got it while I was camping,

that's why I'll never go camping. That's what I'm camping. Well's why I'll never go camping. Fuck camping. Well, yeah. So send us in your tails and subject them sleep paralysis. And in the meantime, follow us on Instagram at 8- morbid podcast. 2-1-

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donate to our Patreon if you're feeling so inclined. patreon.com slash morbidpodcast and Patreon donors look out for your bonus episode soon. Y'all this week, this week look out. We hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird. But that's where you have a creepy landlord shitting on your toilet and you try to leave it, like you can't really leave

because the electricity is expensive and not so weird that you are in the middle of a Boston bomber Story and like everything is just happening around you and you have a glass of tepid water because that's not really gonna Do anything don't keep it so weird that you get kidnapped because of a mud pie You offer this guy mud pie and he's like yeah, I can get you some more mud pies and then he's like happy Where they got the fuck out of my car? I got to go and then sassy robber don't be sassy robbers It's not a good idea

But like at least you got out of it and don't keep it so weird that you buy your friend a Ouija boarding It's stocked for the rest of your life by the closet monster who's gonna drag you to I die man I'll do it Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to morbid, early, and ad-free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen ad-free with Wondery Plus and Apple podcasts. Before you go, tell us about yourself by completing a short survey at Wondery.com slash survey.