Morbid - Listener Tales Episode 1

Episode Date: August 29, 2019

It's finally here! We have threatened to share your listener tales of true crime and general spookiness for over a year now and we have finally done it. In Episode 1 of Listener Tales, we are going to hear about a Pet Cemetery cat, a trip into the Black Forest in Germany, a couple of terrifying ghosts, an unsolved child murder and a near miss with a machete. It's intense, it's hilarious at times and it will probably give you nightmares. Come on in! Today's sponsors are: Daily Harvest! Visit DailyHarvest.com and enter code MORBID for $25 off your first box! Embr Wave Bracelet! Visit EmbrWave.com and enter code MORBID for $50 off your bracelet purchase! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey Weirdos, I'm Ash and I'm Elena. And this is a listener morbid. Wow! Brought to you by yourselves. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you.

Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Brought to you by you. Br with you, from you. That's right. We're doing our first listener stories episode. We've been threatening it for a year and we finally have enough stories to pull trig. It's true. We're doing it. I'm stoked. I'm really excited because some of these are absolutely hilarious and some of these are absolutely terrified. The subject lines and all of them are the most amazing. Yeah, so keep doing it. Alena's holding one and the subject line is bra, and all cast like bra, bra, and it's amazing. 100%. And we are going to do more of these in the

near future. So if you want to keep sending, because we're still getting listener stories, so we want to encourage you to keep sending them to morbidpodcast at gmail.com. And if you want to put any subject line you would like, that's great. And then could you also just add listener story onto it so we can keep track of them a little better? That would be amazing. That would be awesome.

So before we get into it, we're just gonna quickly remind you all of a fun little event coming up. We have a second live show on November 19th, 2019 at AS 220 main stage in Providence, Rhode Island, and there are still tickets left for it. So if you would like to get your ticket for our live show, which is going to be magnificent, It's going to be magical. It's going to be terrifying. It's going to be fucking crazy. It's going to be life-altering. It's going to change your goddamn life. I mean, we'll smell good. I promise we'll like shower. I mean, I'm gonna trash, so I'm not promising anything. But, you know, whatever, just kidding. But

go to eventbrite.com and search morbidatruchrampodcast live to purchase tickets or you can go onto our Instagram and I put the link in our bio so you can go straight to it. Tickets are 20 bucks. We want to see you there because after the show we are just going to come out and hang with you guys and we want to see as many of your beautiful faces as we possibly can. I can't wait to meet all of you. So come, come with us. We are the weirdos. And I think that's really all we wanted to get to before we jump into these because they're too good.

They are too good. So should I just start just right off the bat? Just jump on in. All right. So this subject line says, I was almost murdered by a guy with a machete, which is so casual. The most casual email I've ever received.

So this person says, hi, Lena Nash, I want to start out by saying your iTunes reviews are garbage. Yes. Thank you. Y'all are awesome. One of my favorite podcasts. I started out with lore and really enjoy your podcast because of your banter. I would like to request one huge episode of y'all just talking and telling your own stories because it's fucking awesome.

Anyway, I guess I should explain the subject line. I know y'all like insane stories and boy do I have one. You can say this on your podcast. Just leave out, please leave out my name. I will. And all names have been changed for everybody's safety. So I need to start with some backstory. For reference, I am very petite,

5.1, 100 pounds, and 18 years old at the time. Right after high school, I moved into a small house on 100 acres in middle of nowhere, Oklahoma, with my now ex-boyfriend. In parentheses, this was a terrible idea. Zero out of 10 would never recognize it. And so it was going to say that sounds terrifying. It's amazing.

It was literally a 40-minute drive just to go to a grocery show, or just to go grocery shopping. You could not see my house from the road due to lots of trees. I have always been a very social person, usually inviting my neighbors over every few weeks for dinner. The closest neighbors who we will call Amber and Jacob lived about a half, oh excuse me, a mile and a half south down a dirt road lined with trees. Amber was relatively pretty with long blonde hair and dark green eyes and Jacob was just scary as hell. Great, literal definition of spook. It was very well known that Amber and Jacob were heavily into drugs and had recently had their three children taken away from them due to this.

Their house was viewable from the road. The rest of my neighbors were also druggies, but like cool druggies, nothing too bad. Just did some coke every now and again. You know, casual. One Monday afternoon while my boyfriend was at work, he was gone Monday to Friday stayed in a hotel in town during the week and just because it made it easier. Oh, that's tough. That is tough.

Well, it says, I needed to go in to town to get the oil changed on my car. I get dressed, get my coffee, and started driving south down the dirt road. I made it right to my neighbor's house when Amber jumped in front of my car. Well, that's not good. Anytime anybody jumped in front of your car,

just swerving, keep driving. Don't hit them, but just keep going. Just remember Texas Shane's home good. Anytime anybody jumps in from your heart, just swerve and keep driving. Don't hit them, but just keep going. Just remember Texas Shane's on Massacre. Just keep on going. No, bye. Nothing good will come up. Sorry, I'm busy that day. Now, I did not drive a great car for driving on dirt.

I drove an O6 Pontiac G6. I'm amazing. Long car for days. I ended up swerving and missing hitting Amber. Thank God. I stopped my car, got out, and saw Amber sprinting for me and screaming. Oh my God. No thanks. I immediately just got back into my car. Correct. It was ready to just drive off. I figured she was high and this was not my issue to solve. Good on you. However, before I drove off, I noticed that Amber was heavily bleeding. I am going to describe what her injuries were and it gets graphic. So when Ash's words, hey, trigger warning. And it is an Ash's word.

It is, hello. Through my window, which I cracked because I was still nervous about her being very doped up, I saw that her nose was severely broken and was turned sideways. Oh, that's so good. She had a large gash on her cheek and was bleeding pretty badly. She had a black right eye and huge chunks of her hair have been crudely cut off. No thanks. Her neck was bruised pretty severely.

Her collarbone had a compound fracture. Oh, I have to take a deep breath now. Okay. We need to take a second because can I tell you how hard it is to crack a clavicle? Your collar bones are so like thick. Oh, you have no idea. I gotta care how thick you are. Your collar bones are thick.

We use legit like rib cutters which are straight up hedge clippers to cut ribs. And it takes a month. And when you get to the clavicle, I literally take a breath, and I have to use my whole body, and it takes me three separate crunches to get through it. I don't even... And grown men that I'm with, it takes at least two. All I cut is hair. Yeah.

If it, no, that's no joke. Like a compound fracture of a clavicle is really stressing me out. Anytime anyone breaks anything near their, like, in your neck, like, the force that takes is like, woof. That's crazy. She also says, the area around it was covered in bruises She was missing a finger

Wow or more honestly was not that concerned with her fingers. There was worse things happen I was actually gonna say I was like honestly. That's the least of the injuries here I don't know why like if you're missing a finger like that's just it's not good. That's not good That's not a good road to be walking. No. There was worse things happening. She had no shoes and her clothes were torn to pieces. She begged me for help saying Jacob had attacked her. Obviously. That was my words. Oh, okay. Amber also said that she had smacked Jacob over the head with a frying pan. Amazing. Her auntie sees Rapunzel where you at. Okay, I was, that's awesome because I,

I almost said like tangled what up. Then I was like, okay, that's a mom thing to say. I'm not gonna say that. No, she, she gets you. Yes, girl. And he was knocked out. At this point, we were about half a mile from her house and Jacob was supposedly incapacitated. So I didn't really want her in my car. I stepped out of my car and got my phone to dial 911. Within the 30 seconds it took for me to pull my phone from my purse, we hear the door open from Amber's house. The next thing I see is a very angry Jacob running towards us screaming, waving a machete in his hands.

Nope. I vividly remember telling Amber, get the fuck in the car. We got in the car. Oh, get the fuck in the car, we got in the car. Oh, get the fuck in the car now. Oh. We got in the car and I drove for what seemed like forever, but we really only went five miles down the same road,

just straight. I wasn't even smart enough to turn down a different street. I pulled over and called 911. Remember how I said I lived 45 minutes from civilization? I do. The police were there within 25 minutes. That's a long time. That's like an episode of like something.

It really is. Just an episode of something. I'm happy to say I wasn't dealing with the LAPD. An ambulance arrived first and treated Amber who was immediately went into shock. While the police were taking my statement, a walking but still screaming Jacob was coming, it's a view down the road. He's just screaming and walking with a machine. The officer literally threw me

into the back of police car. For my protection, I understand, but I hit my head and I was salty about it. I feel like I would have said that too. That's amazing. The three police officers pulled their weapons, but as soon as Jacob saw the guns, he just collapsed on the ground.

They arrested him and I was escorted home, like I wanted to be home alone for the rest of the week. Luckily, I didn't have to. Two days later, police searched Amber and Jacob's house to convict Jacob. They found a fully functional meth lab in the basement. Oh, good. And quarantined the entire street for a week

because it was very close to exploding per police officers. Oh my god. Wow. Four weeks later, I'm back at home still traumatized when Amber shows up at my door. She had been in the ICU for two weeks and had since been released. Officially, she had multiple broken ribs, a fractured tibia as well as internal bleeding, oh my god. Along with what I stated earlier, she came by to say thanks and to assure me she was not pressing charges on Jacob. Oh, let that sink in.

Oh. Jacob straight up was trying to murder his wife. Chase me was a machete and she was not pressing charges. They both ended up in prison anyway. Oh, good, okay. For the meth lab and Jacob well for everything listed above. Amber is released now though I do not have contact with her and they are still married. I moved out of that house two months after that and I do not interact much with my neighbors anymore.

Thank y'all for taking the time to read my story and don't change anything. Heart, this person's name. Oh my God. Girlfriend. That I would net like the neighbor, her next neighbor is like baked her brownies and brought them over and she was like, and she's like, no, not today. I'm not happening.

Wow, you can't even make that up. No, there's no way. You can't even make that. That's like straight up out of a movie. That's straight up Texas chainsaw. He was running down the street screaming. Screaming. And all this girl wanted to do was just go get some movie. That's straight up Texas Shane Simon's. He was running down the street screaming, and all this girl wanted to do was just go get some groceries.

That's all. She was on her way to the damn grocery store. And you know, she didn't even feel like it. It was like 45 minutes. No. And then this bitch fucking comes and running in front of her car. Wow. And the amount and just variety of injuries that he inflicted,

I'm like, what happened in there? Missing fingers, broken bones, broken collarbone. Somebody tearing, she said, pieces of her hair had been cut out. So I'm like, were they cut out or did he like pull them out? He'd probably cut them out with a machete. Oh my god.

He was probably grabbing like chunks and just, because he had like a gash on her face and stuff. Oh my god. I'm not into it. Wow. I'm not into it. Do you have like a lighthearted story after that? Kind of. Is it light and fluffy like last week's episode?

A little bit. All right. Now back to your creepy stories. This one is entitled, bra, bra. That's my favorite. All right. It says, okay, so listen, I'm listening. I have a story to tell and this is going to be a wild one from start to finish. And it does need somewhat of a trigger warning because a cat dies, but don't worry, it gets better. Okay. Flashback to many moons ago, when I was a little girl, my parents bought this house in the middle of a corn field for all of us to call home.

It always starts out really great when that's happened. When you're surrounded by corn, it's always a good time. This house also was home to a cat. It was the nicest fucking cat in the whole world. He loved to rub up against you and just snuggle. Hence why we named him snuggles. I love it. We lived there for a while before any of this happened,

so we were very familiar with him. He had lived there for a while before any of this happened, so we were very familiar with him. He had a hole in one side of his lip and this weird birthmark looking thing on the other side. We had never seen another cat that looked like him since my family moved in in like 1998. Anyways, it was the day before Halloween, parentheses, of course, right? And it was just my brother, my cousin, and me at the house. Some lady in a minivan rolls up and hollers to my brother, hey, I think someone ran over your cat down in the four way. Oh, no.

And then just like backs out of the driveway and leaves, honestly, it was probably her. So 10 out of 10 was definitely a lady of any men at that point. My brother and cousin ride down there on their bikes with a bag and a shovel. Guess what? It was my cat. It was so sad. I remember everything even seeing his brains all open and shit.

Oh, sorry, Ash. And thank you. That was from her. I was impressed. I love that. Thank you. Neilitz to say snuggles was not so snuggly anymore. No, it doesn't sound it. I don't remember much more from that night after my brother dug the hole and buried my cat in the back yard.

Other than that, it started to storm like crazy. I was a scared little child and ran into my parents room to sleep with them. And this is where the story gets fucking spooky. You ready? No. Yes. Well, next thing I know, I woke up and my sister is standing at the edge of my bed waking us all freaking the fuck out because she's holding my fucking cat. Wait, and he's not dead anymore or in multiple pieces, just one living, breathing piece. What? I jumped the fuck over my parents and hit on the other side of the bed. Yeah, he did. I talk about traumatic.

Apparently my brother let our dog outside that morning and when he went to let her back inside, she's just chilling, sitting next to snug. What? Same cat. Wanna know how I know? When my brother got home from school that day, he undug the hole he buried him in,

and the body and plastic bag were gone. That is some voodoo type shit. I didn't go near him for like a month. I don't blame you. I was so scared. I renamed him Nugget because I felt like he needed a new identity. Ha ha ha ha. Sadly, a couple of years ago, he died for real.

Oh. And the next day, I called my mom to see if he came back again and unfortunately, he did not. But don't worry, he had a good long-ass life for a cast. So yeah, that's my story and I promise it's true. I wanted to share because I thought you might enjoy it. Tori. Tori.

Say, spra. Br bra. What the fuck? I'm really glad that she renamed the cat. I love that she renamed the cat. He did need a new identity. It just reminds me of church in a in pet cemetery. Wow. Coming back is like, except it sounds like nugget came back nice. It was like chill. He was just like, I'm here guys. I left the fuck over my parents and did not go near that cat for a moment. Oh my God. That's what I would have done.

That was one of the greatest ones. Wow, I think stories straight up pet cemetery. I love it. I believe that to her. She was like it really happened. I'm like, no, I believe you. You killed it, Tory. Next headline.

Headline. Next headline. Next subject line is spooky shit. Spooky shit. Hello, my name is Cheyenne, and I just want to share a creepy story for my childhood with you ladies. We love that. I'm here for it.

I'm here for it. I'm here for it. I'm here for it. I'm here for it. I moved to Wablo, Missouri when I was four with my mom, stepdad, and older sister Jamie. The house my parents got was really old and kind of a dump, but it's really all they could have worked. Wow. Wow. Really call your parents up. Yes. Call them to task right now. This house was,

or this house set behind the only convenience store in the area and across the street from an ancient church with a creepy graveyard. That's awesome. Great. Of course, my bedroom window was right across from the graveyard. Honestly, childhood dreams. You know, my bedroom window was right across from the graveyard, honestly childhood dreams. You know, I lived in a house once that was next to a funeral home. Yeah, I remember playing the funeral home driveway. Yeah, it's fine. That was awesome.

We learned a lot about our house's history. Our house was the original store in town. My bedroom was the store and walk-in closet was a kitchen area. The rest, that is cool. The rest of the house was added on later. Apparently, this store had caught fire twice and at one point killed the man who owned it. Great. His name was John Whitaker. His family also ran the church across the street that was originally a college. Also, the graveyard is full of people with his

last name. Anyway, my sister and I shared a room at the time. She was on the top bunk and I was on the bottom. She was five or six and I'm a year younger. Several times she would wake me up whispering my name from the top bunk and I would ask her what was going on. She wouldn't say anything and she would just point at the window and fear. And there he was. Oh, don't love it. No pain. Already. A tall older man and a tall black hat with almost glowing yellowish eyes. Bye. No. I said that she didn't. No.

He would be staring right at me with the most pissed off straight face I've ever seen. Oh, I just got the chest. I literally just had to hug myself. I was like, you're okay, Lyn. Now at five, I was obviously terrified, but still more of a badass than my older sister. I would yell for my mom and she would come running. And for a few minutes, she would stand in the doorway and shock because she could see him too.

Then he would just disappear. As I said earlier, this happens several times. And your parents didn't move out of the house. This is not okay. Oh my God. Oh, I have all the chills, holy shit. We tried hanging curtains, but they would somehow be opened when he showed. No. My stepdad never saw this man and didn't

believe us. However, a couple years later, my stepdad moved this old couch that sat outside my window covered in junk that had been there since we moved in. And underneath the couch were fresh footprints approaching my window, then ending there, standing in front of it. After that was moved, we never had him show up again. However, to this day, I am branded with a picture of his face. I get full-body chills at the thought of those haunting eyes. Thanks for listening. I hope you enjoyed my story. Keep kicking house on your podcast and see really Cheyenne. By the way, the town is pronounced wobble. That's amazing because we spent 45 minutes trying to figure out how to pronounce it.

We looked it up before we said it because we wanted to be nice. Oh my God. Cheyenne. I have no words. The fact that her mom saw him too, that is just fuked up. No, that's the part that really gets me as the mom coming in and just like staring because that is one of my biggest fears. Like you might see what your kids see.

That I see what my kids see. And it looks like so far so good and I can pretend I don't even say that. Oh, everything's cool, but like I don't want that. No, I don't want that. I don't want that. You know what? I remember growing up. I don't know if. I don't want that. You know what? I remember growing up.

I don't know if I had like scary ass nightmares or like what was wrong with me as a child, but I also used to like see like creepy ass people. I know. I used to tell me and I was like, God damn it, Ash. And I wondered if they were like real thing or like if I was just like abandoned as a child and that's why they happened. I don't know. You saw like a scary little boy on my bedroom floor was.

He was nice, he wasn't scared. You saw a Viking ruining my computer one. I did ask it. That one I wanna believe. No, do you know the scariest one that I saw? The one that I know that I saw that little boy, but this one, oh I know the one you're gonna see. And I could see it right now.

No, I'm really upset about this one. My brain crevices are filled with this woman. Guys get ready because this is legit and this scared the shit out. Okay. Me and my mom back when she was a thing in my life, used to live over this pizza shop. And I would go to me and my mom shared her, I mean, I would go to sleep and this fucking lady would wake me up and she would be sitting outside the closet and guess what everybody?

She didn't have a body. She was just made a bones. I'm not kidding. Homegirl was just a sack of bones and she had a face and she had like frizzy scary hair and she'd always be like, I don't even remember what she said to me, but I didn't like her and I don't think she liked me. And one time I remember, I was like so upset that my dad had to come over and like,

get me to go to sleep and my parents were to war. So like, he literally drove like, probably 30 minutes to my family. Yeah, literally. So yeah. I hate that story. And I've heard that story many times. And every single time it makes me want to vomit all over my soul. I can still see her eyes. She had like wicked scary eyes. I don't remember if it was like real or if I was like nightmarrying it. You called, you called her something like I don't remember what. She had a name. I just remember what it was.

You called her something and I remember being like, please don't tell me these things. She was nice enough to introduce herself, but thankfully I don't remember. Hello there. She's like, hello, I fucking hate you and I'm going to ruin your damn life. I'm just going to sit outside of this closet. Your parents are going to think I'm fake, but I'm Hello. Oh my God. Hi, I'm Lindsey Graham, the host of Wondery's podcast American scandal. We bring to life some of the biggest controversies in US history, presidential lies, environmental disasters, corporate fraud. In our newest series, we look at the kids

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Cheyenne. I can't. I can't Cheyenne. I can't Ash. I just can't. Everybody. Oh, too much. On to the next one.

We venture forward, everybody. Should we? We should. All right. So this next one, the subject line is just a little thing. Okay. I don't think it's going to be a little thing. I feel like it's going to be a lot of stuff. It's going to be a big thing. A big old thing.

So it says, Hey, so I just wanted to send you guys a little message because I love your podcast. Thank you so much. Thank you. I actually just applied to college for forensic anthropology to become an autopsy technician. Get it! Amazing! Same. But anyway, I wanted to tell you my story of the creepiest fucking thing that happened to me and actually bloomed me into being obsessed with true crime. Yes. So I live in the Woody Rural area of Pennsylvania near the Mason Dixon line.

The one that separates Maryland and Pennsylvania. I was around nine and me and my friend asked my mom to take a walk down this path that my dad walks. She said yes. So we go down a dirt road where people don't really pass by. Me and my friend stopped and sat down on a little concrete wall thing so you don't fall into a creek. This is giving me, oh the Delphi creek. This is giving me... Oh, the Delphi murder. This is giving me... Yeah, the Delphi murder.

It is giving me Delphi vifs. And it's smell terrible. And I didn't know exactly what it was coming from. Oh, I can already tell this is not going to be good. So I walked around and found trash bag. Nope. One of the bags was ripped open by animals. I saw a lot of blood long blonde hair.

Oh, excuse me, long brown hair. And a spine sticking out of the middle. Oh my god. I'm I'm not okay. And she was mad when this happened. Yes, and I'm not okay. I didn't walk closer, but bent over and looked a little closer. Then I realized it was a little girl. However, the head wasn't fucking connected. Oh my god! A person had cut the head off of this girl and through the bag and other bags with other things into the woods. Oh my god.

I looked a little more because I went into shock and found in other bags a bunch of things close from the girl and whoever killed her all her limbs sex toys stuffed animals towel soaked in blood and gasoline An axe in a series of knives What? I need to leave

It was at this point. I have to go and pass, please. Literally, I need it now. It was at this point that I called my mom, correct? She didn't believe me at first. So for 15 minutes, I was begging for her to come down to see this with me. She ended up doing it. She came down with my dad who threw up at the smell of decomposition.

Oh my God. They took one look and tried to get me to go away. I didn't move and stayed in one spot until police arrived. Two showed up and walked towards it. They showed a messed up the crime scene and turned her over where I saw her face was burned and stabbed. She had a gag in and her eyes just weren't there. Oh my god. This is a nightmare. How are you capable of living? This is an absolute nightmare. We spent hours in the police station answering questions.

We went home and my parents for months wouldn't let me stay in my room by myself. They were always with me. My town didn't publish any news articles of it and kept it under tight wraps. It still is unsolved. Oh my God. The girl were the girl was never identified since whoever did it pulled out her teeth, which were found in her

stomach. So she might have had to swallow them. I know this. I was just super young and for many kids, it would mess them up. But it just grew a passion for me me not for torture, but you know, the police actually made and took the steps to get me free therapy. The cop in charge of the case actually was at my hearing for domestic violence that happened last year. He knew who I was and had a bunch of empathy for me the entire time. Okay, that's all. I love you guys. I have. I'm sure I I shook is not even the word. Wow. Shook is not even the proper word for what I feel right now.

That is wild. She oh my god. This girl is so lucky that she's like like capable of like sanctioning. Yeah. Literally. And I didn't want to say her name. She didn't ask for it to be withheld, but she talked about a domestic violence thing. And I don't know if she wants it. So I'm just not saying your name, but, whoa, wow. Thank you for sharing that with us. And the fact that it's unsolved and she's not identified.

I wonder how old she was. I know, because she said a little girl, and she said like stuffed animals and stuff. Like how old? Oh, that's really leaving like such a haunting fucking picture in my brain. She just, she might have had to swallow her teeth. That's, what the, yeah, I have no.

That reminds me of just a little bit like of sharp objects if you guys have seen that show, because the killer like pulls out the death of the girls. Oh, yeah, I'm not, I'm not into that. Woo. All right. Okay, next one. Take it dark. This one is called My Scary Story.

So this is from Lizith. When I was 18, I was dating this guy who ended up moving 45 minutes to an hour away. I was living in Dallas, Texas at the time and he moved to Cla to Clayburn, Texas. I don't know how to say that. Okay, sounds good. Cool. There was still is a long stretch of road with not much but a gas station here and there. Of course, I was driving at night by myself and was given the wrong directions. The route was driving on I-35, which is a big loop, and I took the wrong direction. I did make it to his place, but I went the extremely long way and just doubled my time on the trip.

This was almost... This was almost 20 years ago before navigation and driving apps. I don't know how I would have survived. No, actually. My boyfriend called me when I hadn't made it to his place yet. That's when we realized I went the wrong direction. So I stopped at a gas station and asked for directions. The clerk let me know I went the long way, but I was a few exits away to get me back on the right track. At this point, I was rushing to get there and very annoyed.

Oh, I've been there. I'm on a dark two lane road. No cars inside except a big trucker behind me. No, thank you. Nope. No street lights. It's October and cold. I have my eyes on the road. And suddenly I see a person kneeling on the road with their head to their knees in my lane in front of me. No. Almost a prayer like position. No. I swerve around them and I'm freaking out. I look in the rear view mirror and not even five seconds later, the truck drives over the same spot. The truck didn't swerve, didn't honk the horn. I thought surely that person did not have time to get away. So I pull off the shoulder and wait for the truck to pass me.

I call my boyfriend. I'm crying. I'm shaking and explaining this to him. I turned back down the highway and I can't see any sign that a person was run over or that person. He warns me not to stop the car. Do not look for this person. And just get to him as soon as possible. Smart. I'm scared. And he's scared. So I follow his directions, get back on the main road and head his way. Oh my God. I'm so stressed right now. I'm super freaked out. Oh, this

is I don't like this. Suddenly I see the person I just like run a little bit. Suddenly I see the person I thought was run over. They're walking on the shoulder, wearing an acid wash looking light denim jacket and stringy blonde hair about shoulder length. This person is, oh, I don't like this. I don't like it. Oh my god, I'm freaking the fuck out.

This person is thin and frail looking and has his or her face, sorry, his or her arms wrapped around them. I assume because it's cold. Not sure if it was a man or a woman. I can't see their face because their head is down. I fought the urge I had to stop and ask if they needed help. So I just kept driving. After all these years, I have not forgotten this experience. I've told my closest friends. Some can't explain it. Some believe it was an apparition. I've searched missing persons every year looking for a person who matches this description and nothing.

Your last podcast reminded me of this and I couldn't help but share. Lizeth. Lizeth, I don't like that. I don't like it. I hate it. I hate it a lot. You know, it's like the acid wash jacket and the long stringed hair. The like shoulder length stringy blonde hair. And I don't like that they're frail. I don't know. I want them to be thick. I want them to be well fed.

It's less scary. I don't like any of that. Oh, I don't. I'm afraid guys. I don't have these listener stories. We're gonna be fun. But I have to drive home and I don't want them. I mean, the bra one was fun.

The bra one was amazing. Maybe we should have entered that. Wow. Are you done or do you have another one? I have one was amazing. Maybe we should have entered that. Wow. Are you done or are you doing another one? I have one last one. Okay, good. This one is called Stay Out of the Forest, true story from the Black Forest in Germany.

Oh, so this is gonna fuck my world up even more. We covered the Black Forest very briefly in our Stay Out of the Woods man. Yeah, stay out of the Woods man. All right, so. we thought we told you. This is from Angie. Angie. Hi, ladies.

I'm a big fan and was filtering back through your older episodes. And I had a recovered memory about the Black Forest and thought you would appreciate it. Well, recovered memories are crazy. Right. I'm sorry if this gets along. I'm excited and overly theatrical about basically everything

in life. So my husband tells me. Same girl, same never apologize. Never apologize. Background. I was in the Air Force. That is. And was stationed in Germany.

And my lodging was off base and had an entrance to the Black Forest across the streets. Nope. That's amazing. First, there are amazing things to find in the Black Forest. Like giant lion statues just in the middle of freaking nowhere and watchtowers that you could just climb and be above the tree line that haven't been turned into parks that ruin all of the history. Shit, that is not, shit, that is not in the US at all. It's crazy and dense and I always felt like

I was in a new place, even if it was the same path I walked a thousand times. And by black, they mean it. I would get off work at 6am and go straight there to hike, and it was always dark, even when the sun was shining bright outside. Well, that's really freaky. That's really scary. I don't like that. Okay. I was hiking alone, which I now know is such a fucking bad idea And I've added it to the list my list of times. I should have been murdered by my own stupidity We've all been there. We have and I came across what looked like a park playground with a small fence around it Hate it already

It was off the path down a little slope probably 10 feet and completely alone Hate it. You would expect to see a daycare nearby with seasaws and swings and a slide and the fence was maybe two feet high with no entrance gate. The vibe. I said no entrance gate. This is the vibe was not happy old forgotten playground. It was heavy and icky, but also in the middle of a dark fucking creepy ass forest. I was like, what the fuck?

But I was also like, I should investigate this and start taking pictures. On my actual camera because it was 100 years ago. Amazing. I love her story. I love it. And I kid you not. The swing started swinging and there was no wind. Like zero wind and legit back and forth swinging in the scary ass goes pretty grand. I feel like I'm gonna cry. You have never seen someone run out of a situation as fast as me,

scared as fuck. Okay, so obviously this was my highlight story to tell all of my friends, and one of them, a real-life local badass German girl, was like, yeah, they put up swings and stuff in the forest as tribute to children slash people that had been lost or died there. And that's also why there are random statues everywhere or plaques on trees, which is actually very sweet slash heartbreaking. But then she continues on with the fact that there were also people who would go out and do devil worshiping bad things there. And she was like, who knows why there was a fence around a playground with no gate? Who were they trying to keep in or out? And

my mind exploded everywhere. Oh my God. Then to make it all worse and even scarier, how? I had horrible nightmares for weeks after about being trapped in the woods running, which I understand could have been caused by my imagination or obviously by a demon. And then when I went back to when I went to get my pictures from my camera developed again 2007, none of the pictures of the playground turned out like all black. I'm not even kidding. I was too scared to venture that far back into the forest, which I kind of regret now, but I also didn't want to risk running into my swing set buddy. My swingset buddy. And then I came back to the US, did all the grown-up things, and promptly forgot about it until I heard your podcast. So there's my true black forest story. I actually

still love a hike into a gross town or creepy forest, but I also bring people and flashlights and stabby things and mace. I love her. You ladies are awesome Angie and Stabby things Angie you didn't fuck my world up. Yeah, but Imagine in the middle of the forest the creak. Yeah Like in desperate need of WD 40 can we watch Gilmore girls? Yeah, we need to cool We need a palette cleanser like the highest order on TVC to that time of life. Um, wow. That Angie, you killed that. We should try to get out of the palette cleansers. I want John to do palette cleansers. John, do you have a palette cleanser

for us? No, he said, no, he said maybe live. you could hear him say no and that can be your palate. Okay, well guys, thank you so much for sending your stories. We want to maybe do this like, let's try and say once a month. Yeah, I would love to do it once. I just came up with that on the spot. Once a month, favor, once every two months, we'll see what happens. Keep sending in your stories because they are amazing. We still have some that we're like filtering through, but keep sending them because we want as many as we can. This was fun. Definitely put the subject lines that you have been putting because they're hilarious, but add listener stories into it. Just so I can find them. Yeah, just so we can search them in the vast abyss that is right in box. So this was awesome.

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And I don't like that and then a girl walking down the street that you thought got run over but really she's wearing an acid jacket And that's just really scary and she's for real also the dead little girl was really sad and the swing and the black horse I just can't handle that so thank you so much for all your emails. Keep it that weird, don't keep it that weird, bye. Keep it that weird, I was one of the fastest ones I've ever done. That was good. Bye. An auction. I'm going to be a little bit more careful. you Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to morbid, early, and ad-free on Amazon Music.

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