Morbid - Listener Tales Episode 2

Episode Date: September 15, 2019

We are back with another installment of your crazy ass tales, guys! We asked for them and you delivered in spades. Not only was this episode was recorded hours before baby Morbid entered our lives but it also has dead bodies in sheds, ghosts who fold your bedding, someone getting slapped in the face with a knife and some truly touching tales of loved ones from beyond the grave. Come on in, the water is insane and Ash cries in the episode. 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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of your home. Download the free Angie mobile app today or visit Angie.com. That's ANGI.com. Hey weirdos, I'm Ash and I'm Elena. And this is a listener morbid. It's all about you bitches. Guys, these are so fun to do. I wish we could do like 40 of them a week. Wait. Can I? No. I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not. I love it. It's all about you bitches. Guys, these are so fun to do. I wish we could do like 40 of them a week. Wait, can I note that last time we did this? I think I read three.

And they were all sent at the hour of 10, like different minutes, but like 10 p.m. Yeah. And then I have four this time that I picked and I didn't do it on purpose. All of them are at 10. Yeah, I don't know what, that's like our creepy listener tale.

That's the like that that keeps happening. Because I was passing her ones, not even looking, I'm not looking at the time that they were sent. And for some reason, she keeps getting all the ones that are at 10. Because mine aren't at 10. I've one that was at 8.56. It's so bizarre. It's so bizarre. And you're getting all the 10 that are at 10 because mine aren't at 10. I've won that was at 8.56. It's so bizarre.

It's so bizarre. And you're getting all the 10 p.m. ones. It's so weird. Yeah, it's not like it's like 10 a.m. or like blah blah. They're all around 10 p.m. That's really bizarre. What is? I kind of love it. I do too.

I think you guys are bringing some like spooks, spooks. Maybe let's see. Something good is going to happen to me at 10 p.m. Maybe. It's only 9.39 right now. We're almost there It's happening. Maybe the man's idea. I'm just gonna DM me back. There you go. Probably not well You know something good is happening very soon. Oh my god. Tell them guys tell them baby morbid is coming tomorrow Wait, which is Monday what time is your surgery? 10 30 bitch

There it is which is Monday. What time is your surgery? 10 30. Bitch. Whoa. Bitch. There it is. Screw a DM, I'm getting a fucking third practice child. I'm so stoked. Third practice child is coming for us. Guys, I'm so good at practicing because you can give them back. It's true when they're in need.

She can, I'm like, She does. I love you a lot, but mama wants you now. Mama wants you now, bye. T.D. has an nail appointment. I'm so excited for baby morbid to finally vacate my body. You know, it would be good if you came up with a name for her.

Yeah, that would be great. Probably have a good idea. We have some floating in the air. You guys will know as soon as we. I'm going to post a picture tomorrow and I'm so excited. And also, I just wanted to thank everyone for being such lovely, beautiful, magnificent, will debase. Everyone kept saying today, like responding to my story of you. And they were like, oh my god, she's so adorable. And she's all belly. Like she looks

amazing. Everybody has made me feel so wonderful. And they've just given me like great advice. Everybody was telling me how to try to induce labor because I was like totally over it last week. It's so nice. And everybody's just been so sweet and giving me all these well-wishes and I really can't tell you how much I appreciate it. It's like it gives me all the warm fuzzies. I love you guys so so so much. So much. And I'm so excited to be able to share this with all of you. Guys, be able to share this with all of you guys like all of you. Wow. Wow. Shit. We're gonna podcast and hold her. Yeah. We'll subconsciously fill her brain with terrible stories. It'll be fine. I mean, that's what you did to me. You filled my brain with terrible stories of human suffering. It's true. And I

turned out fine. Yeah. Look how you turned out. Trash, but fine. It's fine. Everything's fine. You know what else is gonna be fucking fine? Our second live show. That's almost sold out. Guys, our second live show is almost sold out. What the actual crop? It's November 19th, 2019 at AS220 main stage. Ayo.

And if you would like to grab your tickets, there's only like 20 left. So you better go get them because I don't even think we can add more seats. No, I don't think we can because it's like fire code and shit. Wow. This is like the movie coyote ugly when she's like the fire marshal comes in. It's exactly like that. I hope that happens.

I'm not going to dance on a table though. No, I'm not either. That'd be awesome. But way out of character, if you want to buy tickets to the show, I'm not going to dance on a table though. No, I'm not either. That'd be awesome. Way out of character. If you want to buy tickets to the show, go find us on event bright. It's more of a true crime podcast live, or you can go to our Instagram and I have placed a handy little link to the tickets. And do your spot in our bio. So go ahead and do that because we're going to come hang out with you after the show and it's going to be awesome and there's going to be all kinds of just shenanigans. So do it. I'm terrified. I'm excited and terrified. Me too. No, I'm so excited. It's a mix of terror and

excitement. So are these listener stories? Yeah, there's a lot of terror. There's a lot of excitement, a lot of humor. You guys are killing it. Let's start and please, please, please keep sending them because we love them so much like this is so fun. Oh, and just so everybody knows in case you didn it easier to pick them out. And if you'd want us to change any names at all, just tell us that before you get into the story. Yeah, just so we can make sure that we don't accidentally. Anybody. And one little quick note about last listener story episode, we told a story from someone named Cheyenne. And it was a spooky tale about a spooky ghost is with crazy eyes, and it spooked us all to yellow eyes. And we referred to Cheyenne as a female. We just kept saying she, which was rude. Which I don't know why we both assumed that Cheyenne was a girl.

I don't really know. Maybe I have no idea, because when I thought about it I was like wait a second Cheyenne Jackson from American Horror Story is a beautiful man. So I should have thought in my brain that men are named Cheyenne. So just want to tell Cheyenne we're really sorry that we assumed that we were girl based on the name Cheyenne because it doesn't make any sense. But you were super sweet and you corrected us in like the nicest way and sent us a picture of the creepy church that was involved in your story.

Which is so cool. So thank you for doing that. And we love you. And we're sorry, Cheyenne. So we are gonna get into our listener's stories. So my first story is titled Big Nope, Hella. Hella Nope. Hey guys, I would like to start off by saying So my first story is titled big nope hella hell a nope Hey guys, I would like to start off by saying you both are so freaking awesome and I love you guys so much

Thank you. Thanks so much. This is from Olivia by the way. I love that. Yeah, I do too I just moved out of my home for college and listening to your podcast has been comforting to me I know it's fucking weird that stories of murder and torture are comforting, but it's really your banter and the way you tell these stories that really destresses me. Oh, thank you so much. You guys definitely don't need to read all of this, but I wanted to tell you guys how awesome you are.

Okay, now it gets weirder. So when I was about nine or 10, not too long after my family and I had moved into our new house, I made a friend down the street. AKA the only other kid even slightly close and aged to me. I remember doing that. Yup. His name was, his name was, his name was Jay and we became pretty good friends.

Jay, my younger brother. I'd say little brother, but he's a foot taller than me. And I always went exploring around the neighborhood. Our parents' rules that we couldn't cross any streets. Reasonable, I know now, but I was really salty about it. But he was all right with it because there was a lot of ground we could cover without quote breaking any rules. One day, we were feeling real rebellious and decided to cross the street. Oh, shit. To a foresty hill area tucked behind a cul-de-sac.

We ventured through the woods and eventually came to a creepy motherfucking shed behind a creepy motherfucking house. I have no idea why, but we all simultaneously agreed that there was a dead body in that shed. Someone who'd been murdered by a serial killer. Oh good. Obviously. So naturally, we tried to find a way into the shed to find the body. Hell yeah. Yes, Olivia. The door was wed

shut, or two 10-year-olds and an eight-year-old weren't strong enough to open it. But anyways, so we tried to crack the musty-ass window open a bit to get a little peek inside. And we fucking prided open like five centimeters. Inside it was relatively normal. A bunch of toolboxes and rakes and shovels and an old rusty axe. Not casual. That one was freaky, but the real goddamn bone-chilling nail in the coffin asked ho. I love her. Was the fucking wrapped blanket on a shelf. Nope. I shit you not. It was the perfect size of a human body. It was soft and cushiony like flesh would be.

No. Then some mother fucker screamed, hey, what the hell you kids doing? Like a goddamn 80s movie. No. And he even looked like an old grizzled serial killer dark flannel shirt and all. I wouldn't have been more surprised if I'd seen him with a shotgun hanging around his bed.

Oh, my God. Naturally, we booked at the fuck out of there. And thank the fucking lord he didn't chase us. Probably want to shit my pants. But anyways, and naturally again, we went back the next day to check it out. No. And the fucking shed was fucking gone. The shed was gone like it was towed down. Well gone. Wow. Love you guys so much and hope you keep making podcasts until I die.

Even if you guys die first, they must keep coming. Oh honey. We'll podcast from the afterlife. The shed was gone. Wow. Olivia, get out of here. That's a lot to tear down. I wonder if he used the rusty axe. Or he just like put it on a trailer and just high-tailed it out of there. Oh yeah, you can do that. Yeah, that's weird. That's crazy. Wow. That's fucked up. Thank you Olivia. Olivia, you just killed it. I was that opener. Wow. I'm shook. All right. So, there's fucked up. Thank you Olivia Olivia, you just killed it. I was that opener. Wow, I'm shook. All right, so here's another one. My wife is an enigma and a badass. Listener story. Love that. Thank you. What makes a person a murderer? Are they born to kill or are they made to kill? I'm Candace D long

and on my podcast Killer Psychie Daily, which you can find exclusively on Amazon Music, I share a quick 10-minute rundown every weekday on the motivations and behaviors of the criminal masterminds you read about in the news. I have decades of experience as a psychiatric nurse, FBI agent, and a criminal profiler. On Killer Psychie Daily, I'll give you my expert perspective on cases like the mysterious New York City drugings, breaking down Lori Vallow, a.k.a. Mommy Doom stays motives, and what drove Caitlin Armstrong to murder? I'll also bring on expert guests who add even more insight into these criminal minds. I promise you won't regret adding these 10 minutes to your morning routine.

Hey Prime members, listen to the Amazon Music exclusive podcast Killer Psychie Daily in the Amazon Music app. Download the app today. 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? I'm Whit Missaldine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that brings you extraordinary true stories of life-changing events told by the people who lived them. From a young man that dooms his entire future with one choice, to a woman who survived a notorious serial killer. You'll hear their first-person account of how they overcame remarkable circumstances.

Each episode is an exploration of the human spirit and personal discovery. These haunting accounts sound like Hollywood movies, but I assure you this is actually happening. Follow this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to ad free on the Amazon Music or Wonder app. Hey Ashina Lina, I love your podcast. I just moved to Chicago a couple months ago and needed something to do on my daily commute to work. I stumbled onto your podcast and have been hooked ever since. Your sense of humor and whatty-banta remind me of me and my sister who live super far away in Nashville and who I don't get to

see often. So listening to you guys makes me feel all warm and fuzzy or gross and creepy. It's a wild ride. It's a wild ride. So here's my story. It's going to start sweet and sad and then slam you right into creepy as fuck so hang on to your butts. Love that for us. Hang it on. My wife and I just got married a week before we moved here to Chicago, but we have been together for several years. So years ago, shortly after we moved in together, her stepfather passed away from lung cancer. Oh, I'm sorry. She called him fuzzy.

Oh my god. stepfather passed away from lung cancer. Oh, I'm sorry. She called him fuzzy. Oh my God. Because she was really little and started calling him that because of his big bushy beard. I love that. My heart is palpitating. Oh my God, fuzzy. I love that. I know.

He wasn't her biological father, but he raised her in her sisters, and he considered my wife to be his daughter and loved them all equally. I'm crying. I'm not crying you are. At one point, he even demanded a paternity test to make sure she wasn't his. Oh my god, he's like, I know you, I want you to be my daughter. Like you are my child. Oh my god. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Fuzzy. Needless to say, they were close. My wife was heartbroken when Fuzzy passed. He was the only father she'd ever, she'd ever had since her biological dad is a literal garbage person. As I said, we just recently moved in together. So we were still unpacking and trying to put our home together.

My wife had a large frame to photo of fuzzy and the attic, one of those amazing glamour shots that people did in the 80s. Yes, amazing. And she planned on hanging hanging it up in the living room. To be specific, she wanted to remove a framed poster we had previously hung up on the wall and replaced it with this photo of Fuzzy. Remember that, it's important. Fuzzy's funeral was the first one I had ever been to. It was pretty normal and a lovely service, so I will skip ahead to that night. When we got home, my wife and I were talking about Fuzzy.

I could tell she was feeling uneasy and I just assumed she was reeling from the emotional burden of losing her father. I mentioned it might be nice for her to talk to him to close her eyes and say something just between the two of them about how she's feeling. She agreed and she closed her eyes and said something along the lines of how sad she was to have lost him. She hopes he's happy and no longer in pain wherever he is. She said afterwards that during that moment she felt deeply comforted like she could feel him sitting there with her. I should mention very quickly that I, and many others believe my wife is a very sophisticated empath. She can infer things about anyone in any situation

just from a feeling or a vibe that somebody's giving off. Now, I am a very skeptic person, but I have seen with my own eyes by wife walking past a person and just knowing that they were grieving or in love or hiding something and she's always right. Damn, that's cool. That's really cool. That's really cool. She has, she has had to train herself to block herself off emotionally because she is an emotional sponge and picks up emotions from people and feels them just as deeply. Crowded places exhaust her because of this and she often gets the feeling she's not alone.

No one I mean. Yes. But she will maintain that she does not believe in ghosts. I don't, I think it's just that she doesn't want to, especially after this incident. That must be really hard and exhausted. Yeah, it got her behind in the middle the lock-in-hill in the stadium. Yeah, because she I should always be like I'm just so tired. Because she's had so tired. That was my long-elos. Cause she was taking on everybody else's like emotional. Emotional. So many emotional. So many emotional. So many emotional. So many emotional. All right, so that night my wife when I are sleeping when we hear a loud bang coming from the living room, as if something large fell onto the floor. Honestly, I wasn't worried at this point because we have cats and they like to tear through the house

at night like Sonic the fucking hedgehog. So I got up just to make sure nothing was broken and no one was hurt. When I walked into the living room and turned on the light, I saw what caused the noise. The framed poster that I had mentioned earlier had fallen off the wall. Above it, hanging in its place was that large photo of Fuzzy. What? The one that was supposed to be in the attic. I was gonna say, wait a second, Fuzzy. I knew my wife hadn't hung it up because we had been together all day and it wasn't there when we went to bed.

Just in case I was losing my mind, I went back to her bedroom and asked if she had hung up the photo. She said no. When she came out to see what would happen, she told me that I was an idiot and to stop fucking with her. And I was like, I didn't do this. I've been with you all day and I've been in bed with you this whole time. She just kind of stared at the scene for a minute and then she went over to the wall,

took the photo down and without a word, she took it over to the hall closet, shot the photo inside and went back to bed. She left me standing there in the middle of the room confused as fuck, so I was like, okay, I guess I'll just hang this poster back up, and I went to bed as well. And the fucked up thing was that the only way to the attic is one of those folded up ladders that you pull from the ceiling with a rope. And the hinge on ours was really noisy and it was right outside of our bedroom. So I definitely would have heard someone going into the attic. I'm not usually the type of person to go straight for it was a ghost,

but there's literally no logical explanation for what happened. The next morning when I asked my wife what the fuck, she just said weird stuff happens around me sometimes. I don't want to hang up the picture anymore. I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't press. It was apparent that she did not want to chat about it. She suggested that her sister might like to have the photo and we could take it to her tomorrow. The very next night, my wife and I are in bed again. This time we hear one of the cats yowling and hissing.

Again, not really that weird, because my cat is a dick. The cats are really close, but should happen sometimes. As I'm getting up, assuming that I'm about to break up a cat fight, I hear another loud bang same as the night before. I looked at my wife because I was scared shitless at this point, but she just looked pissed off. She got right up and marched into the living room, and I heard her say,

Jesus fucking Christ. The next thing I know she's in there yelling, leave me alone. You're gone and I don't want you here. You don't belong here. You're scaring me, go away. Oh my God. Oh, I just got the chills. I just got the chills.

I will fully admit that I am a huge pussy and I stayed in the bedroom while this went down. Like I would have gone in there if it sounded like she was in trouble, but it kind of seemed like she was handling it. It's just like she's got it, which is nice. I had no idea what was going on, but I had to assume it was the same shit as the night before, and I was too scared to go look.

The main reason I was so terrified was because my wife wasn't just yelling that stuff into the ether. I'll say, say that right there. Wasn't just yelling that stuff into the ether. I don't know why, but I could just feel that there was someone else in there with her. I can't describe it. It was just this uneasy feeling like there was someone there who should not be. We did not go back to sleep that night. Yeah. My wife told me that this was not the first weird-ass thing that's happened to her.

And she gave me a few more stories about some shit she couldn't explain. She said sometimes she feels things try to attach to her that don't belong there. And she just tries to ignore them and eventually they let go. She said that up until that point, she felt like Fuzzy was still attached to her and wouldn't let go because he was too protective and stubborn. And she said that honestly it was comforting to her. She said, I'm not saying it was him, but if it was, he's gone now. The next morning, I put the photo in the car and I took it to my wife's sister.

She really appreciated receiving it and promptly hung it up. It's still hanging there and as far as I know, nothing weird has happened. I still get the creeps when I go over there and see that photo. I have no explanation for any of this shit. It's still the weirdest and creepiest thing I've ever experienced in my whole life. I've asked my wife many times what she saw when she went into the living room that night, but she doesn't like to talk about those two nights after Fuzzy's funeral. And if you ask her, she'll just tell you that she doesn't leave in ghosts. Thanks for reading my stories.

I love you guys. I'm all caught up with your podcast, which is great, but also kind of sucks because now I have to wait for new stuff. You should do a live show in Chicago soon. My wife and I would definitely come. You were truly grace. Grace.

Whoa, grace. That was a wild fucking ride. That was a hang on to your butt, Smoombie. Wow. That was a wild fucking ride. That was a hang on to your butt. Smom. Wow. That was. Wow. What a bad bitch your wife is for just being like, you know what fuzz? I love you, but it's not. You know what fuzz love you, but you gotta stop. Like, it was real night ago. Now we do have to do a live show in Chicago so we can meet you and your wife. Yes. Because that's amazing. That's awesome. I also love that she was like,

I'm a pussy and I didn't go out there. I love that. She sounded like she could handle it. I love that. She's like, you know what? She sounded like she was doing just fine. And I know. I totally would have got up and helped her.

She's like, I was sending her good vibes. But she's like, I know my wife is a badass. So I'm not even worried about it. Oh, yeah. That's awesome. I know. Grace, thank you for sharing that. All right, my next tale is thunderbirds and moving pictures.

Oh my. Oh, moving pictures. That's funny. Moving pictures, weird. So this is from Emily. And it says, so you know when you think you're totally cool with the supernatural, till you experience it on a personal level and it really shakes you. And you realize you aren't the badass you thought you're totally cool with the supernatural till you experience it on a personal level and it really shakes you and you realize you aren't the badass you

thought you were? Well buckle up weirdos because this shit is weird. Oh, I'm stoked. My dad's side of the family lives in Alabama. Two years ago I was there visiting my papa when it all began. He lives in a huge chunk of land. Trees are the Alabama skyscrapers and it's just perfect. Unbeknownst to me, my Nana was a medium of sorts. She could read tarot cards, had an overall six cents as to who people were, really were. So fucking dope, right? Nope. That wasn't my commentary. She literally wrote, Nope. She passed away 10 years ago.

RIP. Oh, I didn't know that. Again, I didn't know that. She passed away 10 years ago, RIP. Oh, RIP, yeah. Again, I didn't add that, she wrote that. But when she passed, my papa never touched her tarot cards, said he didn't want to touch or disturb whatever was attached to them. For 100%.

100%. Fast forward six years. He has a girlfriend, totally cute, and weirdly reminds us all of her. But that's not the weird part. She, like him, is very organized and my Nana was very OCD about cleanliness. Since they've been together,

things have happened around the house. Cabinets being open to the middle of the night. Her old Thunderbird turning on and blasting one of her favorite classics with no way to turn it off. But the car isn't actually on y'all. No. It is not on. Nope. Nope. Nope. Trying to turn the car over and start it won't work. They have to wait till the song is over. Then it just quits.

Like it was never on at all. That's so fucking bizarre. There's like you like this song? Yeah, she's like, because you're going to listen to the whole damn thing. They are telling me all of this and I'm like, well, I don't doubt it. She was a powerful woman when she was alive. Why wouldn't she be after she passed? Well, then they tell me that one of the 125 pictures they have on this three-tier stand moves. I said, which one? It's me. Totally me. What?

Picture of me alone in a field when I tried to model huh? Oh the good old days So yeah, the picture moves left right and backwards They said they will go and adjust it but hours later. I'm back facing a totally different direction That's so weird. I don't know what that means Maybe she's trying to tell me where I should be going. I don't know That should fuck me up because I'm so much like her. I'm sure on the day I get to ask her, she'll just say she was, quote, just fucking with us.

Pa-ha, so yeah, keep it weird, but don't keep it so weird that your Nana is contacting you through moving pictures from the grave slash dust because she was cremated. You don't wait for the next episode. Amazing. XOXO, much love from Texas Emily. Wow, that is insane.

That one's awesome. If like someday when I die, I'm going to mess with everybody. Oh yeah. You got that. That's exciting. That's all that. That's all fun of it. Yeah.

Not the only fucking light at the end. That's the only fucking fun there is to that. I got dark. Yeah, the chick got dark. Let's move on. Well, let's move on to aliens and Xanaxes. Let's do it. Hi, love your podcast. This all took place when I was 15ish somewhere around 2007. The era of pink eyeword nanos and T-mobile sidekicks. Yes. Yeah. My parents owned a plot of land around three acres long and only about half an acre wide. Our house was at the very back of the property and my aunt lived at the very front. It was a very rural area. Several of our neighbors owned a horse or two. Kentucky is a very weird place. It's probably the only place where impoverished red necks and foreign royalty, both, oh my god, both own horses and don't baton eye

at people riding them on the side of the road. Life is always tricky in high school. Mine was a cluster fuck. I'm not saying any of this for sympathy or whatever. I'm happy now. But it's important to understand just how done I was with the whole situation that night. Girl, I feel you.

I was staying with my aunt because my parents were being abusive. I'm sorry. However, said aunt was a drug addict. One of her favorite stories to tell me was how she stayed up 36 hours on cocaine to read the satanic Bible. Whoa, cool. That's a knife. She had two kids and an asshole boyfriend that was in jail most of the time I stayed there. Sounds awesome. He was not incarcerated at the time that this happened. He and my aunt were always high on XNX's and or oxy-contin. They had really annoying burst of energy before we're randomly passing out. Several times on toilets. Amazing. Or on the toilet, sorry. We were all watching a movie one night. My aunt passed out in her favorite chair when I saw a light shine in

the window. At first I didn't pay any attention. I thought maybe the neighbor wanted to check on her horse or something. You know. I know. But it started moving weird, very fast and jerky motions. I didn't want to wake my aunt or her boyfriend and have to deal with them in their intoxicated state. But I am a proud slither and in value self-preservation.

Same girl. If anyone was going to be murdered, it was not going to be me. I finally managed to get my aunt up. There is no other word for her face except to be wildered. It was obvious she was trying to decide if she was just really, really high or if there was actually a strange light moving unnaturally fast through the neighbor's sheds and houses.

She woke her boyfriend up and we all stared out the window all coursing. What the fuck? For once, we all reached the same conclusion. It had crossed my mind, of course, but I thought I was being paranoid or perhaps in denial. The adults couldn't think of anything else it could be. Indeed, the only logical explanation for a bright, unnaturally fast, light, starting around the neighborhood was aliens. Indeed. I was the only ones it is. I was pissed. I worked so hard in school. I worked so hard to make good choices

to get through all the bullshit I had to deal with. And now I was going to get killed or abducted by fucking aliens. Life was not fair. It's not, man. My aunt's boyfriend walled a despicable human being. It is. He's not a coward.

He put on his boots, stuffed his gun in his waistband and went outside. Damn. My aunt and I waited with baited breath. We both kept looking towards my cousin room. What could we do against aliens? She was high as a kite and I was skinny as a beanpole. Finally, my aunt's boyfriend came back in. He kept shaking and rubbing his head and muttering under his breath. He wouldn't even look at us until he got his boots off. He stared at us for a minute, shook his head again and said it was a dog. The neighbor's dog had got a flashlight, managed to turn it on, and ran laps around the house, houses and sheds at one of two in the morning. My aunt and her boyfriend went into their room

to snort a comforting pill. I still furious, retreated to my cousin's bedroom and crawled into my bed. Absolutely fucking done with high school, absolutely done with drug addicts and aliens and high school. There are quite a few tales from that time. My little cousin and her imaginary friend with a knife. The boy friend's niece that fell through the ceiling in front of props while robbing a discount grocery store. The movie rental owner that sold pills out of his office and passed out at his

desk. It was a fun time None of it makes me laugh at how pissed I was at the aliens though. Love Nikki. Nikki girl sis Wow That is just that was legitimate. Wow Wow, I just love that her for the was like, I have made good choices, I have done all of this stuff, and now I'm gonna get abducted by fucking aliens. That's just so rude. Like if that had happened to her, I would have been pissed for her too.

This is amazing. That's so funny. All right, so my next tale is from Madison, and it's called Walking in the Dark. Ooh, Spooks Boop. Hey y'all, I love you both so much and binge out on your episodes all the time. Don't listen to those butt heads that write bad reviews. We won't, we won't, we love you. My story for the listener's stuff might be long because I ramble no matter what mood I'm in every second of the day.

You're all right. Same. I'll try and cut down on the on the unimportant details. I have lived in the same house my entire life. And I live in a town where my family settled in a good seven generations ago. Damn. My mom has always told me and my sister's growing up that we have spirits that live in our house.

But they are just our ancestors are my mom's dead friends. Fund, right? Awesome. Yeah, cool. Actually, my mom always says that too. The spirits. She's always like, they're good spirits. Matt told me the other day that she woke up and there was someone standing next to her. Cool. And I was like, um, can you tell them not to come in my room? Thanks. Please do that. Uh, but we are also a huge family that is huge into horror movies, especially the true ones about people being possessed. Every Friday night from the sixth grade up, my friends knew to come over

our house to watch a scary movie, have a coke, and a popcorn, then my parents will take you home after. That's that's majestic. I love that. Well, the summer right after I graduated high school, I was working as a CNA at a nursing home, and I had to work early in late hours. One morning, a few days after my birthday, it was 4am and I was eating breakfast. Oh no thanks. A bundle of balloons all of a sudden got caught in a fan that I didn't turn on and they all popped. Nope. Damn. My parents came running out of their room and my sister's tablet that she had gotten taken away because she was a turd. Was playing Bob Spurger. How did being dead in Hidden for a week? Then the meter on the piano started ticking really fast. Super crazy, right? Well, it gets worse. So buckle in, grab your socks, underwear, but anything loose.

Buckle in, grab your socks, underwear, but anything loose. A few nights later, I kept waking up in the middle of the night with all my blank and laying in the middle of my bed, perfectly still unable to move. No, no, no, no. One night I got done watching the conjuring after work. Fell asleep like a baby, but woke up again around two to four a.m. Somewhere in that time frame, I'll totally have any contractions right now. Oh shit. Okay, I'm good.

Somewhere in that time frame, but I woke up again to all my blankets being off, to all my blankets being off of me, but this time folded at the end of my bed. What the fuck? And I heard someone walking in the hallway in living room. It's thinking it was my little sister, Emory, who slept walks sometimes. I yelled for her to come in, because I couldn't move it all.

But I kept hearing the shuffling sound. Oh my God. It would go up and down the hallway into the living room, then back to the hallway. And I could not see anyone walking, but I could hear them. And I was trying to sit up to see better, And I could not see anyone walking, but I could hear them, and I was trying to sit up to see better, but I couldn't see anyone,

and I realized no one was downstairs. Chills started to run up and down my spine. The shuffling kept going on, then all of a sudden I heard the shuffling sound run into my room and hit my bed, and this burst of cool air came over me, and I lost my freaking mind. Told my blankets on top of me and put my pillows and basically everything but my mattress on top of me.

I sat quietly trying to see if I still heard it. I could. It was out in the living room. Somehow I got back to sleep. Of course you are. What? The next day I told my mom that something weird happened to me. She told me not to tell my little sisters and to stop watching scary movies so often. And if I got the chance to ask the spirit was if it was a good or a bad spirit, but either way to tell it to go away. So I did. I knew it wasn't a bad spirit,

but I did not like what was happening to me and I told it to leave. And I've never had anything like that happen ever again XO XO mad dog parentheses me and my friends made a rap band in the eighth grade and that was my stage name Hell yes mad dog Mad dog. Oh, I didn't like that. I mean, I loved it, but I didn't that was a lot Oh, I don't like that they were were perfectly folded. That added like a weird creepiness. And I don't, I just don't like the shuffling. I don't like the not being able to move. No, don't like that because that's the sleep paralysis shit. And I also don't like the burst of cool air or any part of that story. Don't like

any of it. Yeah, except for how you told it. Yeah, you told it amazingly. I love it. And I love that your family so rad and you just sit and watch horror movies and eat popcorn. And I like that you made up a wrap. I love it. All right, well, this one, Elena, handed to me and was like, you need to read this because of the title, which is Listener Story, my real life that's so rave in moment. Yep. I fucking love that so really. Hi, ladies. First of all, I love your show. You ladies help to inspire my wife and I to start our own podcast. Oh my God, it's called the GOOLFRIEND's podcast. We're gonna have to check that out. Dude, I was listening to that podcast the other day. Were you really? That's crazy. That's a great podcast. I haven't heard you yet. Sick.

Cool, so keep up the great work. My mom's family has always been sensitive to the other side. My mom can often tell when I'm about to call not that hard to predict because I don't know how to function as an adult, as well. Same. But she did once call me after I'd been involved in a car accident without being told. She said she got a sinking feeling at work and needed to talk to me. The point is we've always been subject to weird shit. Do you need a minute? No, I'm good. Okay. Um, Alina's literally just like moving around to being like, yeah, I'm just like contracting over here. Don't worry about it. It's free breath control. My own psychic moment occurred when I had a dream of my grandmother who passed one year prior. I cried in the dream because I had missed her so much and she held my hands and told me

that even though her body was no longer alive, she was very much with us. Oh my god, I'm going to cry. I know. She then leaned forward and whispered something to me. Can't remember what the exact words were. I woke up and immediately shook my wife awake. I told her my grandfather would die on Thanksgiving. Oh, whoa, whoa. Full bodges. Yeah. Keep in mind this dream occurred in October 2018. Fast forward to Thanksgiving and my wife gets a call from my mother. We live in Massachusetts. Oh, yeah.

I knew they lived in Massachusetts because I listened to their podcast. Oh, my God. So funny. You guys are a good podcast. And my family is from South Carolina. Radist Fuck, I wanna go there so badly. So we were spending the day in mass with my father-in-law.

My wife went pale while she was on the phone and told me that my grandfather had a massive stroke and was in the ICU. Keep in mind he was in his 90s, but was overall, but overall was in good health. Suffice to say Thanksgiving took a heavy turn and we spent the rest of the day by the phone. Oh, I'm sorry. I know. My grandfather passed at 11 p.m. on Thanksgiving. The last day, oh my god, you know how much I love love. I'm gonna fucking cry. Oh no, this is gonna get me because I'm horrible. Oh fuck. The last thing he said was my grandmother's name and took his last breath with a huge smile. Oh my god. No,

uh, this is like some notebook type shit. Guys. Oh my god. My grandmother was not about to leave. My grandmother was not about to let anyone else take him to the other side. She was 100% that bitch. Clearly she couldn't wait to see him. They were married 72 years. Jesus. Honey, what is their secret? Oh my god.

Love, I've never made like seven years. Oh my god. And remind me every day that love is truly the strongest force in this world. I'm alone. My God, they are like, wow. Oh God. I love your Christmas. I feel like I'm watching the notebook.

Seriously. I later found out that I wasn't the only one who had the dream. Whoa. The oldest member of each family reported had, okay, that's wild. I'm getting all the goosey bumps reported having similar dreams and each ended with the knowledge that my grandfather would die on Thanksgiving. I think my grandmother was preparing us from the other side. A holy shit.

All the chills. Oh my god. I've not had a dream like this since, but it's nice to know that there's always a way to be reached from the other side of truly needed and that my life and that and that is my real life that so raven moment. I also wanted to recommend researching Pee Wee Gaskins for a future episode. Yeah, he's on my list. He was a pro-valific serial killer in South Carolina and for being so short was a giant sack of shit. 100%. My mom worked as a forensic pathologist on the case and even testified in court against him.

He once threatened to kill her in court if he ever got released, but homeboy got the electric chair by bitch. That's right. By bitch. Waving hand emoji. Hope you enjoyed this and keep doing what you do. Celeste. Oh, I love the name Celeste. Also your mom is a bad bitch. Every other person does. Family are bad bitches against Peewee Gaskins, holy shit. Wow, that one was wild. And you took me on a really chaotic turn because it was spooky, but also I fucking love love. Guys, the last thing you said was her grandma's name and that big smile. Oh my god, I keep seeing it in my brain.

That's how everyone should go. Like that way. Yeah. Just saying somebody, like the person you love the most, and just smiling and knowing you're gonna see them. So when I die, I'm just gonna go, Lizzo. And smile, and then I'll go to the other side. As 100% that bit.

There you go. And I'll tie it together. It did. It really did. And also, cool isn't a cool friends because they're really good podcasts. I'm actually going to, I'm excited to. They're awesome. Ooh, all right.

Wow. My last one is called Spring Musical Murder Suicide Shit Show. One more time. Spring Musical Murder Suicide Shit Show. Wow, and it's from Emma. Emma. This one's like Because I skimmed to this one and it's Pretty heavy, okay, but it's one that's like a really good one. I felt like it was a good one

I'm gonna cry. I feel like maybe I'm like really emotional right now It's an emotional night. You got me in my feels all right So it starts what up you silly true crime ladies and babies and pets. Yeah, there's a lot of other reasons a lot of that. Boy do I have a tail for you. This took place in 2016. I love your show. I just got my hair styling license.

So I think that it's fake. I found your podcast. What's up, fellas? My God, I love her. Okay. So I'm just going to jump right in for you all in my six grade science class, I met one of my bros live. Yes, her brother was just as nerdy and quirky as my brother during that same time, ninth grade for him. One day after school, I went to her house to hang out before going to skate city. There I met six or seven different people. One of those people was the most radiant and kind people ever in the world. Her name was Denver Wolf.

What the fuck? What an awesome name. So you just found out what you're naming your kid, right? Denver Wolf. That is an amazing name. Her parents were hippies. It says, I'm in Colorado Springs, by the way. Flash forward to my freshman year, Denver's junior year,

and my brother's senior year. After the first day of school, all the theater dudes came together to begin putting together a variety show, singing, dancing, skits, stand-up, or whatever. In the theater department at my middle school and high school, this was the most hype shit ever. Robin Williams passed away that year. Oh, shit. And as you know, hella folks respected him because he was a true actor and honestly, the hallmark of my childhood or whatever. This is townfire. Yeah. We just watched that. I love him. As tribute, this wonderful woman Denver invented something amazing, speed painting. They played the genie song from Aladdin and three people painted a different

character played by Robert Williams. That's so cool. That is cool. It was so innovative and different and interesting and even beautiful just like Denver. The show went amazing and I was never so hype in my life told them. So next thing, the spring musical of 2016 was Susical the Musical and it slapped. Susical the musical. That's the Dr. Sus. I love that. Denver was the most gorgeous zebra I ever saw. I played thing too because this brat said, I'm skinnier than you, so I'll be thing one.

That's a fuck you, lady. On closing night, I direct her, pulled us into the backroom and made us all hold hands. She said, look to your left and then you're right Recognize everyone in this room because chances are we will never be in the same room with this exact group of people again And god damn was she right? Oh, I have chills and I don't even know what happens Following the last night of our godly production began our spring break On the way to the first day back to school from break. I saw a girl pulled over on the highway

just sobbing in her car. Oh no. I didn't think much of that at the time because I figured it was just high school drama. Midway through the day, all faculty was pulled into the halls and handed a piece of paper saying, Denver Wolf has passed away this past Friday.

Her death was a direct result of domestic violence. Oh no. And it broke the hearts of students and teachers around the school to hear this news. I have like the old children. I know, I'm like a waiter. I'm getting chills right now. Denver was an icon.

During Susical the Musical, she would stay in the dressing room doing caricatures of each cast member in their respective Suze costumes. She was the president of the National Arts Society at our school. And she had convinced the ceramics teacher as well as the school board to let us create mosaic murals for these big

SMD walls. It took a couple weeks to understand the whole story of how her last hours played out. Driving home from her annual spring break camping trip with her father. That nasty fuck. No, no, no. That nasty fuck had pulled over and shot his only child three times in the chest. Oh my God. He sat with her body while she bled out and proceeded to take out a notebook out of his bag and take fucking notes on how it felt to shoot his baby. He moved her body into the backseat and drove about 40 miles. He parked and then shot himself. Her body was left in the car for seven hours before anyone called the police. Oh my god. All right. Now that I'm all pissed off, let me tell you babies how the story concludes. My mom noticed I was really struggling to deal with all of this. So she booked

us tickets to go see a medium in Denver. Oh gosh. On the drive up there, we talked about the move over law, which was created when a state trooper was hit and killed on the highway. My mom saying to me, you are my sunshine. Oh! And obviously, we talked about Denver. When we got there, one of the first things the medium said was, did someone lose their

husband? And the fucking Colorado State Troopers wife was in the crowd. Oh wow. So I got goose bumps. When the medium worked away to our side of the room, she just started saying, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, She asked if anyone had lost a young friend with an old soul in a traumatic way. Oh my god, I'm about to cry.

So I told her about Denver. I thought she was wrapping up the conversation and she literally started singing, you are my sunshine. So my mom and I cried like babies and thinking about that conversation to this day gives me butterflies and chills all in one. That's exactly what I just felt. I just I have a tear in my eye. I just wanted to share her story because her legacy will forever be my greatest inspiration. Since her passing the art studio, she hung out at dedicated a little corner gallery to Denver. Our ceramics teacher at the high

school got permission to paint a separate mural in the hallway. The painting shows a beautiful cloudy sunset created by a spray paint can. The can reads in loving memory of Denver Woolf. Woolf, let the sky be your canvas. We have continued. I'm crying. I'm literally crying. That's just literally crying right now.

Oh my God. We have continued the speed painting tradition as well as adding a new music, and m- m- m- m- a new mosaic mural to the exterior of the building annually. I love her and I miss her and I just want the world to be aware of such an incredible presence that was taken from this world too soon and in such a fucking fucked up way. PS, I love your podcast and I want to be as funky as you guys when I grow up.

I'm not that funky right now. I'm sad. Emma, that was like the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. And the most horrifying thing I've ever heard. First of all, I'm crying on the fucking floor literally right now. Asha's tears literally rolling down her face. And I am just feeling so many chills and so many things. I was like a beautiful story.

Wow, RIP Denver Wolf. Wow, she sounded amazing. She sounded like an amazing person. Wow. That really touched me. I just cried on our fucking podcast. I'll see myself out now. That's the first time.

That's the first cry on the podcast. I'm so embarrassed. And you did it. I once cried at a cold play concert. That's awesome. At my friend Lindsay, who will literally we make like like playlist for parties and stuff like that. And sometimes Lindsay sneaks fix you into them just to fuck with me. Yeah, that song will get you. Oh my God. R.I.P. Denver Wolf. R.I.P. Denver Wolf. You sound like a badass.

Yeah, seriously. And that girl's a badass too. You're already sending that in. So, you know, whatever. I'm a fucking good on you for keeping her memory alive. She was a really good storyteller too. She wanted to say like, wow. Wow. Oh, man. All right. Um, wow. We're gonna end on something less like heavy. This fucker broke in, made a sandwich, and then tried to kill my family. There you go.

Cool. And you know less heavy. And he's like a minute. Whew. Hey, Ashina Lee. Now, love the listener stories and wanted to share this crazy shit that happened to my family a while back.

Sorry if it's long, but context is a bitch, right? It really is. Context. We live in Toronto, Canada, and at the time, we were in an apartment building. Also, my dad is Jamaican and grew up having to fight people and dead animals with machetes and isn't scared of anything.

Damn. That was a great context. That really was. Thank you. My brother, myself and my parents, were sitting down watching TV together on a lazy Saturday afternoon when I heard someone lean on our front door and start turning our door knob.

My dad ordered us to hide in the kitchen while he grabbed a large kitchen knife and checked the people. Who the fuck are you, my dad barked? I'm here to kill your entire family. Says the guy leaning on the door. My dad says, yeah, fucking bet. Wow, it makes my mom take us to their room and lock the door. Wow. My dad, what the fuck? Open the door, sees this guy as a pair of scissors, kicks him in the chest and slams the door shut. Damn, what the fuck? The man gets angry and paces the hallway. This is an apartment building. Our neighbor Sarah, 50 years old apartment is in front of us and frequently leaves her door open. So he tries the door knob and hers is open. Two months before this incident, my dad had put six locks on our door.

Good on him. My mom called it overkill, but my dad said, you never know. Anyway, a perp goes in and Sarah's in the shower, home alone. My dad realizes Sarah's alone and asks my mom if he should help her. He waits a few minutes and hears Sarah scream. My dad grabs two knives and opens the door. Sarah got out of the shower to see this purpose sitting on her sofa, eating a fucking sandwich. What?

I mean the balls on this prick are huge. My dad sees he's clearly a drug addict and decides to challenge him to fight in the hallway to get him away. He's like, you'll come fight me. Come fight me. To get him away from Sarah. By this time my brother and I managed to escape our parents' room and are crying on our balcony hysterically. I call 911 and scream at the dispatcher that we are children and a scary man is trying to kill us all and my dad is trying to protect us. Wow, thankfully the police station is a five minute walk from our building. The cops were all up and casually stroll up to the building.

Cool. Goddamn Toronto police are sometimes worse than the LAPD. My dad slaps the guy in the face with a knife. It's a Jamaican thing when you're fighting someone. Casual. Knocking the scissors right out of his hands. My dad comes back inside with a bloody arm from the fight and locks the door. Suddenly we hear metal scraping against metal in the hallway. My dad looks through the people and sees the perp sharpening two massive butcher knives

screaming come and get it what and this and at this point my dad realizes he can't find a guy with two sharp knives and decides to barricade our door my dad realizes he can't fight a guy with two sharp knives and decides to barricade our door. As the cops take their sweet time walking through our building courtyard, I scream to them. He's got a fucking weapon. Get in here. He's trying to break down our door. The cops look up, see my brother and see me and my brother crying our mom holding us and immediately draw their weapons, kick in the glass doors and head up to the third floor. The purpose stabbing our door and and we hear the cop scream, drop the fucking knife, James.

James. My dad says, what the fuck, they know this clown? Thankfully, they didn't shoot him in the hallway, which would have been traumatizing. We hear them arrest him, and my dad goes out and yells at the guy. The cops take our statement and scold my dad for fighting him. My dad gets cleaned up from being stabbed with scissors and remind Sarah why it's important to lock her door. My brother and I couldn't sleep without vicious nightmares for weeks.

We were terrified that he would come back and finish the job while our parents were at work. Three months later, we receive a summons to testify for the crown in America. It's the DA. My parents go and leave us out of it. James receives a sentence of four years or some bullshit. Six months after that we receive a letter that he hanged himself in prison. I slept like a baby once I heard that. That's good news. Yeah. But basically our dad is a hero and Sarah learned a valuable lesson that day. She brought extra locks the next day and my dad helped get them

set up on her door. I should have mentioned that my dad also has a very thick Jamaican accent. So it's hilarious now that we're older that he fought a guy to protect us. Also Sarah moved out within a few months of the incident. And whenever she sees us on the street, she reminds us that she locks her doors in windows now. When I moved out a year ago with my fiance, the first thing my dad did when he helped us move in was put a deadbolt on the door and buy us a machete and a baseball bat. Anyway, keep it weird.

And she didn't want us to say her name. Wow, your dad is a true bad. Slap him across the face with a knife. That's the kind of comedic relief I needed. And he loves that he's just like, well, I'm going to protect everybody in this building right now. Like, I'm going to fight this guy to protect everybody. And then the guy had scissors and two fucking what the fuck?

What's your knives? Like, what? And Sarah, come on girl, look how tall. I'm glad she locks her door now. Me too. Got it. Sarah. But it shouldn't have taken that Sarah. Sarah. Wow. Those were great. Those were really fucking good. Those are really good. I can't believe I like that story hit me right right in the

heart. Yeah. That Denver Wolf story will like stay with me. Yeah, I don't think I'm ever gonna forget. I don't think anybody will. So I'm really glad that I'm glad that Emma sent that into us because I think everybody's gonna listen to that and be like, wow. I'm gonna feel some things. And I think it is important to share that story because she sounds like I'm just like so sad that she's gone I want a horrific way To go yeah, I can't even so awful guys. Thank you so much for sending in your listener stories and Keep doing it because we love telling them it's so fun. These are really fun episodes Guys are really fun episodes to do. Guys, Alina's gonna have a fucking baby tomorrow.

Yay! This is been a fun podcast. It has, it's like a night before Christmas. It really is, and I've had contractions during it, so that's fun. We get the coolest fucking Christmas gift tomorrow. We really do. In September.

Hours, months early. And 9919 is such a cool birthday. That is a great birthday. I hope she's born on a cool time. I hope so too. Probably 1030. Well this has been so much fun and if you want to see Pixar baby morbid's head. Yeah. Cause we're not going to put her face on her head. No. Follow us on Instagram at morbidpodcast. Hit us up with some more listener stories on the Gmail at morbidpodcast.gmail.com. Follow us on the Gmail at morbidpodcast.com. Follow us on Twitter.

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