Morbid - Listener Tales Episode 3

Episode Date: October 11, 2019

It's another installment of Listener Tales! This one is amazing, guys. We have clowns, potential kidnappings, a dead guy named Johnny, a protective English ghost, a hell demon who is just here to help and so much more. Come on in, the water is spooky as hell.  TRIGGER WARNING In the story about Johnny the dead guy, there is mention of dogs fighting and getting hurt. It's not super descriptive or gruesome at all, but we love animals and know that can be a little too much for some people.  Go check out our sponsors! Hunt A Killer: Go to HuntAKiller.com/MORBID to get 20% off your first Hunt a Killer subscription box! Be the detective you have always wanted to be, guys. Care/Of: For 25% off your first Care/Of order, go to TakeCareof.com and enter promo code MORBID.  Upstart: Check out the revolutionary lending platform Upstart.com/Morbid to check out how low your rate can be without affecting your credit score! 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 Alena. I'm Ash. And this is more Bid, the listener episode. I love you. All about you. Why? Oh, you. You beautiful, beautiful bunch of weirdos.

Because they're so hot. How's your week, Cash? Um, it's pretty good. I have a date tomorrow. Oh, girl. I will tell you how gals are stuff. Oh, you bet. She's morbid dating.

She's morbid dating. She's morbidly dating. Hopefully it's not. Hopefully it doesn't end morbidly. Yeah, I'll share my location with you. Yes, please. Thank you. it's not. Hopefully it doesn't end morbidly. Yeah, I'll share my location with you. Yes, please. Thank you. That's smart.

That is smart. Yay. We teach you things on here. I learned. I learned. And just a quick little update. Speaking of potential serial killers. Good.

Thank you for putting that fucking energy into the world. We are going to cover the Samuel Little Case because whoa, that has exploded. So trust me, everybody, because we're getting a lot of messages about it, which we appreciate. Because I love that you guys always give us suggestions and like keep us updated on stuff. That shit is crazy. Funny us. The most prolific serial killer. So trust me, we're gonna cover him. We just want to make sure we have all the information first before we Damn it's gonna be like a six-parter seriously. It really is I watched the 60 minutes on that the other night And I was like I want to cover that but like holy fuck how many episodes is it gonna be but it's gonna be like six weeks

Not funny though. No, it's not fucked up. No, it's really fucked up So yeah, so we will be covering Samuel little I promise But do you know what we're covering tonight? We're covering all kinds of shit tonight. We'll slurth floors. Let's do it! It's time for a slurth floor. What's happening? It's been a long day. First, I got an, well we got an update from, I don't know if you guys remember, the machete story with Amber and she was like running down the street and then she got into this girl's car

and then it turned out that her man's and her were like building a meth lab and then she went wrong. It was intense. It was intense. Our friend who shared that story, who she'll not be named, it wasn't Voldemort. Wanted to send us an update.

So our friend said, hey ladies, I just listened to Listener's stories episode and I wanted to clear some an update. So our friend said, hey ladies, I just listened to listener stories episode and I wanted to clear some stuff up for you. I literally screamed so fucking loud when you all started reading my story. That my neighbors came down to check on me. Fuck neighbors. Police told me afterwards that not all of the injuries Amber received were fresh. So chances are she was tortured for a while. Oh good. But I don't know how long. Damn. Her hair was definitely chopped off with the machete, but think of Angelica's doll Cynthia from Rugrats.

Oh my god, that's what I pictured. Cynthia, she's a really cool dancer. Cynthia. Shake to the groove now. Yes. You know. You know. She didn't write that.

That was purely me. It was. But she said, that's how bad her head looked. Also, police did confirm that both Amber and Jacob were both on drugs during this time. Can't believe I let her in my car. Thank you guys. Again, so much. Stay weird, heart, mold, mort. Just kidding. That's amazing. I love when people update us. I know when they hear their story and they're like, wait, let me tell you a couple of them. But wait, there's more. There's more. So who wants to begin Melissa and her stories this week?

Do you want me to look up again? Yeah. I like to be first. You be first. Because first is the worst and I'm trash. And second is the best. And there's no third person with a hairy chest. I don't know what is wrong with me today.

It was a lot happening right now. So this one's good. Listener stories. Finally found out why my 40-year-old brother is a scared beach. And I think she meant bitch. Beach. Beach. Hello, friends.

I found your podcast in May and have been obsessively listening ever since. I love that for you. I love holding spooky ghosts and consider Halloween my favorite holiday, even above Christmas. Me too. And may have had my Halloween decorations out since September 1st. Hell yes. The latest are up all year round. Yep.

My dad was a homicide detective for 10 years. 10 plus years. And I used to love hearing his stories about different cases. So no wonder I became a true crime junkie. Your podcast has definitely helped to fill that void and the relationship you two share is when I admire. Oh my God. Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I actually fucking hate Alina. Wow, just kidding. I love you. I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you. Any who, you have, you have me who is all into spooky shit

and then you have my oldest brother, Mike. Michael has always been scared of everything since as far as I can remember. Like, homeboy still sleeps with the covers covering his neck because vampires. Hey, can't be too careful. I literally sleep in like a cocoon, so I feel you might.

You do. It wasn't until about a month ago, I finally got to hear why he does not mess with Spook Spook ghost horror movies and whatnot. Apparently, in the first house, my parents owned, and Michael was the only child. He could see something he referred to as the wizard. My mom says that he would refuse to walk in the hallway

and come into their room at night and cry until my mom came to pick him up to bring him into their room because the wizard was standing in the hall and wouldn't let him pass. And don't get too sure. What? Can't dop much. That will show not pass.

I was literally gonna tell that. It wasn't until Michael was a bit older until... It wasn't until Michael was a bit older, until weird, extra spooky shit began happening. My dad had just started with the police department and would work overnight. One night near Christmas time, my mom and Michael were sitting there watching TV

when my brother's toy car began driving around making noise. No big deal. My mom apparently was like, it's okay, don't freak out, and then proceeds to get up and take the batteries out of the car. They both calm down and begin to what and begin watching TV again when that fucking car starts to drive around again with no fucking batteries. That's not right. My brother proceeded to lose his shit rightfully so. Apparently he started seeing a little boy in the house who would ask him to play. I'm busy that day.

Oh, hate that. Oh, I got chills. Hate it. My family noped the fuck out of that house and sold it pretty quickly after that. I added the fucking, I don't know why. That was like that needs an extra fucking. He does. It wouldn't have been 20 years or so later when my brother began his career with the I mean, pretty quickly after that, I added the fucking, I don't know why. I was like, that needs an extra fucking. It does.

It wouldn't have been 20 years or so later when my brother began his career with the fire department that he heard a story. And thinking about, thinking about it gives me all the chills. One of the older, more seasoned firemen was sharing a story of a house fire caused by faulty wiring that he had brand where a little boy had died in the fire. Can you guess whose house it was? Oh, it's yours. Yep, like what the actual fuck. So no wonder my brother won't do scary shit.

That and all the emotional scarring my parents provided. Like turning his animals and dolls around at night when he would make them face the wall before going to bed. Oh my god. Oh well. Now he has kids of his own, and the oldest also used to see a man in my parents' old house that I grew up in so jokes on him Anyways, hope you guys like the story and also congrats on baby morbid. Hey weirdo love Carly. Oh my god Carly

Carly that's fucking wild also hilarious Wizard Wizzards why is he a wizard? I don't know, but that scares me. I just feel bad that he had to like cry He couldn't even go out in the hallway. He's so scared. I know feel bad that he had to like cry. He couldn't even go out in the hallway. He was so scared. I know. Poor little thing. He's like, Mama, poor scared little beach.

So my listener tale is called, is named, I think I just found Johnny and he's fucking dead. Well, that sounds like a trip. So, fill me in, sis. And this is by our friend Dylan. Hi, Dylan, is your last name? Dylan, Francis. It's not how. Is your last name? Dylan, Frances. It's not.

So they say, hey ladies, just finished up episode two of Listener Tales and thought I would share what a mine. So here goes. Yes. I'm originally from Needham, Massachusetts. What the fuck? What up Dylan? Hey, Neba.

But moved up to Belfast, Maine, for a job at a ship. You have a ship. Move, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, where? Where did he move to? Why'd you move up there, Dylan? For a job at a shipyard. There you go. Wasn't that hard to say? Don't know why I couldn't say it. Words are difficult. They can be. I moved in with my best friend Ben and his family. I was 19 and 100% couldn't afford an apartment. So Ben and I were in his garage working on his truck when we heard yelling, hell, palp! And a shitload of dogs barking.

Nope. He found his two kids and wife in the house safe. So we were like, fuck, it's not our problem. Good for you, man. Hell yeah. Well, it was about to become our problem. Oh, no. years prior Ben had to go to the neighbor's house and drag a pit bull off of the neighbor's dog. Oh yeah. Screaming and barking got worse and we put our hero capes on and decided it was time to go help. We hopped in my truck and drove over to find the pit bull back attacking the neighbor's dog again. Now for a little backstory on the neighbors. They lived in a trailer and had four dogs living with them. I can't remember what type of dogs, but they were fucking huge.

They were on their dog run and the Pipple had gotten them pretty good and I could see blood all over the dogs. And the Pipple had blood all over its face. Then there were the neighbors. There was quote, Randy, no joke that's how she introduced herself and Michaela. Michaela was developmentally delayed or autistic. She was cut all to shit and had blood and bites and claw marks all over her from grabbing the pit bull and trying to hold it back from attacking the dogs. Something had to be done.

There was blood everywhere and it was just an absolute clusterfuck. Me and Ben corralled the pit bull and threw him in the truck and started to survey the damage of the girls and the dogs. Now hold on to everything you find holy because the shit's about to get weird. Me and Ben are talking with Randy when Michaela starts screaming, gizmo, where's gizmo? I'll call Johnny. He's in the house sleeping. He'll help. Now at this time we were like, wait a minute, hold the fuck up.

There's a guy in the trailer sleeping and that lazy asshole didn't come to help. What a pussy, right? Michaela is still yelling to Johnny on her fake phone about Gizmo. And for some reason, I still kind of regret I volunteered to find Gizmo. 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 Missildine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that

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You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wonder App. Michaela leads me into the trailer to find Gizmo. He was a fluffy little dog that had also been attacked. As soon as the door to the trailer opened, a wave of nauseating stench hit me. Oh no. I almost said fuck it about finding Gizmo because it smelled so bad, but I can't leave her dog. She le- that's really nice. That is really nice. She's getting right. Good job, Jellin. She leads me into the back bedroom and I look around and there's two beds and one of the beds has been made over what appeared to be a body. No.

As my tiny little brain is processing this, Makayla goes, oh be quiet, Johnny is still sleeping in here. At this point, I was like, oh, I'm going to wake this mother fuck her up and give him a piece of my mind. Makayla points under Johnny's bed and says the dog is under there. I've watched enough murder stuff that I was like, yeah, fuck this, wish I had a gun right now. So I leaned down expecting to be bashed over the head by someone or have Johnny wake up and kill me. I put my arm on the bed and grabbed the dog,

and as I'm coming back up, my brain finally starts working, and I was like, hold the fuck up. Johnny is not sleeping. That motherfucker is dead. And I just put my arm on him. No. I went white as a ghost as I can feel this rotting corpse under my arm. I get up and throw Gizmo at Michaela and I'm like, piece the fuck out.

Hope the dog's fine. And start hustling out of this nasty ass trailer. When I come face to face with Michaela's mom, her first words to me are, what are you doing in here? You shouldn't have seen what you just saw in there. Are you fucking kidding me? I just ran past her towards Ben.

He was talking with a state trooper and he takes one look at me and knows I had just seen some shit. I walk up to him in the stady and I told him I just found Johnny and he's fucking dead. Oh my god The state trooper doesn't even flinch and goes back to asking questions about the dog and says we can leave What we went home and I immediately showered and had like 900 beers to try to forget this Well, I would have done the same thing. I still can't

Ben and I talked over the details of the day and tried to forget about it until we were at a bar one night and somehow dead people came up as they do. It happens all the time, Dylan. And Ben tells the story about Johnny to a state trooper. Monday morning rolls around and I get a call from the state trooper

and she wants to meet me. I was like, oh fuck, what did I do now? She shows up to my work with a detective. Everyone I work with sees me being escorted away by a cop and a detective. Awesome. There were some wild rumors that week. Oh, that is my dream.

I tell them this story and the detective tells me they looked into it and there just so happens to be a missing persons report of a guy named John associated with that family. Oh, fuck. But that just my story wasn't enough for a warrant to search the house. So the case remains open. What? And Johnny, that lazy motherfucker, is still sleeping in that trailer rotting with three people living in it. So that's my story of how I found Johnny. And a special thanks to you for bringing up that repressed memory of the smell inside that trailer.

Can't thank you enough. Keep up the good work. Dylan. Dylan. What a fucking trip, dude. Dylan, you, the case is still open. How? You just blew my brain apart.

Well, like the state trooper that was there that day when you were like, found Johnny, he's dead. Didn't go inside. Like if you say to a trooper or a comp of any sort, found that so and so, that so and so was dead, I think it's like rule number one that they like investigate. I feel like in the academy,

one of the things you learn is when somebody says, hey, there's a dead body in there, you go inside. You go in there and you check it out. I mean, it could be wrong. Maybe they teach you like, I don't know. I mean, I don't know. Wow, Dylan. Wow, Dylan.

Thank you, wild. Thank you for that. Well, this one is called listener story. Kids see the darnedest things. What do they do? And I said, see, not say, Hey, weirdos, I'm Stacy. Stacy I'm Stacy I'm a huge fan of your podcast and even got my BFF at work to listen thank you oh my god and we are now both

hashtag obsessed we discussed the episodes at work and people look at us like we're weirdos but we own it anyway to my story well to to be, one informs the other. The first actually happened to my ex. He lived with his wife in a manufactured home on about a half acre lot, sorry, I'm like, this lot backed up to a river, which in Arizona hardly ever has water in it, except during monsoon season. My ex would do various projects in the backyard, which required digging. While digging, he would find pottery, arrowheads, and other things indicating it used to be a tribal land way back and way back one. He collected these artifacts and placed them on the windowsill in the kitchen, but something

happened one night. He was the kind of guy that would turn off every light and make sure all the doors were locked before going to bed. One night, before going to bed, he placed a few artifacts on the windowsill, did his normal routine, and he and his wife and kids all went to bed. All of a sudden during the night, the lights started flickering on and off, pots and pans were clinging around, and it sounded like the cabinets were opening and closing. Nope. He woke up with all of this ruckus arming himself, thinking there was an intruder in the

kitchen, and there was no one out there. Needless to say, he quickly removed the artifacts and buried them back in the backyard. Good call. After that, no other weird things happened until my story fast-forward. He got a divorce and we married years later. I moved into that same house he shared with his ex. Yeah, I know it was very weird and uncomfortable, but I was young and naive and he didn't let us move which is one of the many reasons he is my ex. But that's another story. We had one beautiful son together and when my son was about three or four years old, he was talking and putting full sentences together. One day we are all getting in

the car and my son was laughing and pointing in the direction of the backyard. Oh my god, no. I mean, I think this all ready. And saying that man funny. Oh, he's not funny. Nope. I was looking around and I didn't see anybody and I asked him what man where he again points to the direction of the backyard and said, the man, the man with the fire. Oh, that man. This totally creeped me out, but I kind of dusted it off as a kid with a vivid imagination thing. But a few days later at the daycare, he drew a picture. The picture of the picture was of the family and his teacher asked him who each person was and he labeled Mommy daddy Leo half brother, David half brother, and Rusty himself. These were all normal.

There were two extra people in the picture named stepmom and stepdad. I looked at the teacher and I was like, that's weird. He doesn't have a stepmother or a stepfather. Oh,. No. Oh, and it's weird that he like knew to have any new step. Yeah. No, I don't love that. When we got home, I showed my son Rusty the picture and went through the people saying, who's this? Who's that? He named all the family. Oh my god. And when I got to the people in the picture named stepmom is stepdad I asked who they were and he said Chuka and B.C. Chuka and B.C.

Chuka and B.C. I was trying to think of maybe they were characters in a kids TV show or book But I googled the names and nothing came up. So I asked where do you know them from and he said they're my friends Okay, where did they come from? When did you see them? He said, from the cowboy times. Oh, no. I just about peed myself. Oh, no. My heart sank and was riddled with goose bumps. I started to put it all together from his man with fire. The names Chuka and Beastie and from cowboy times. I think he was seeing Native American spirits. I asked him a few more follow-up questions. Apparently, they were friendly spirits,

and that is why he included them in his picture. Well, that's good. Which I guess gave me a little comfort. He never said anything more after that, but anytime I felt scared in that house or heard weird things, I said, okay, Chuka and B.C., I know you are so nice. So can you please stop, you are scaring me.

Oh. And whenever noise and creepy feeling would stop, oh, that is why I say kids see the darnest things. Oh, by the way, I attached the picture he drew. Stay weird, my friends. This picture's fuck. The picture is amazing. That's terrifying. I want to know who's Chuka and who's Beastie. Or maybe I don't want to know. I don't want to know who Chuka and Beastie are. No, we can not know. Chuka, beasty. I want to stop saying their names. Yeah, I do too. Cool. That's really scary.

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Thanks. I love true crime and spooky things. However, I generally don't believe in supernatural events. I think reality is creepy enough. You know what? Yeah. Accurate. Anyway, this is the one event that has made me get chills. Names have been changed. Thank you for changing names. That makes my job easier. It totally does. Okay. So I'm a nurse at a large hospital on the West Coast to the United States. I work in a busy surgical department. Man, good for you. That's a hard job.

States. I work in a busy surgical department. Man, good for you. That's a hard job. There is a there is a charge nurse that I work with who has been a nurse for over 50 years. We will call her Gail. Gail is incredible. The mama of the unit. Oh, everyone at this hospital knows her and loves her. She doesn't take shit from anyone and also has a kind and very approachable demeanor. She's an amazing resource if you want to know anything about anything. Anyway, I respect the hell out of her. Hell yeah, Gil. Hell yeah, I respect Gil.

I love Gil. Gil always opens the unit early in the morning. She has a very set routine and arrives about 30 minutes before the first shift even starts so that she can take her time writing out the schedule and tidying up the unit. So Gil arrived at the hospital early one morning a few years ago and parked in the large parking

garage across the street. The employee garage is on the backside of the hospital so it's easiest to enter through the supply loading entrance. This leads right into the basement of the hospital and you can choose multiple routes to make your way towards various elevators or staircases. The most direct route to our surgical area is to follow a very long hallway in the basement to the furthest elevator and then head up the stairs

to floors, which will lead you directly to the unit. Not many employees go that route because the majority of the staff work on inpatient units that are more centralized and not at the far end like surgery is. Gail is making her way down the long hallway and it's pretty quiet, especially at 6 a.m. But on this morning, she sees a doctor

that she's known for years, a very well-respected cardiologist, Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith had been diagnosed with cancer a few years prior and had been in and out of the hospital for treatment and admissions during times of illness. Gail was so happy to see him because it had been a few months and he looked incredible.

His treatment must have been working. As they passed each other, she said, Dr. Smith, it's so good to see you. You look fantastic. Oh, God. Dr. Smith gave Gail a huge smile and said, Gail, I feel better than I have in years. So nice to see you.

Oh, God, I just got full body chills. I literally just got full body chills. Oh, yeah. As soon as I said those words, I'm not kidding you. I'm chilly, will just got full body chills. I literally just got full body chills. Oh, yeah. As soon as I said those words, I'm not kidding you. I'm chilly, willy-ing now. I'm literally covered in the chills. Holy hell. Gail continued down the hall and up the stairs to the unit.

My chills are still here. I'm like, I'm getting like waves of chills. She started preparing the schedule for the day and surgeon started trickling into input orders and review patient charts. Gail noticed another cardiologist who was also worked there for a long time. She exclaimed, Dr. Allen, I just saw Dr. Smith as I came in this morning. He looks amazing.

I'm so glad that he's responding to treatment. Oh my God. Dr. Allen was silent and had a strange look on his face. He walked over to Gail and put his hand on his shoulder. He said, Gail, Dr. Smith passed away last night on six-south, the cancer unit. Oh my God. Gail thought he was kidding. She insisted that she had just seen him, but Dr. Allen assured her that Dr. Smith had

passed and was currently down in the morgue in the basement. Oh my God. Oh my God. As soon as she was talking about the basement in the hospitalgue in the basement. Dude, oh my God. As soon as she was talking about the basement in the hospital, I was like, so you're in the morgue. You're like near the morgue. You're in a hallway near the morgue. Uh-huh. Oh, I'm so fucking stupid.

This is the shit that fucks me up when I'm in the morgue at night. Like when I go in in the middle of the night, that's the shit I think of. I'm like, what if someone just wants the morgue get all costs? See, I go towards the morgue. The entrance to the morgue is the only door in the middle of that long hallway that leads to the stairs. Gail fell silent as she realized she had seen him walking past her as she approached the morgue entrance. He was headed towards the exit. She told Dr. Allen that she must have been mistaken as not to appear crazy, but she knew what she saw. She told Dr. Allen that she must have been mistaken as not to appear crazy, but she knew what she saw.

She was pretty shaken up when we arrived for our shifts. And after a few hours, she quietly told some of us what had happened. She stopped walking to that direction and took the long route away from the morgue from then on. She retired last year and we all miss her daily. Every time I walk down that hallway, I get shivers as I pass the mord. Yeah. A lot of other creepy stuff has happened in my hospital,

but this incident is the one that I absolutely 100% think was supernatural. Thanks for reading my story. Keep it weird and enjoy those priceless newborn snuggles. Oh, they're the best. They really are. Love sweet D. My friends loving me call me that because apparently I dance like the wacky inflatable two-man like D and it's always in sunny in Philadelphia and I embrace that shit. Yes, love that for you. That's amazing. Sweet-D, that spooks me the fuck out. You just physically assaulted us with supernatural goodness and I love you for it.

Thank you. I love you for it. Wow. That was a good one. Like I'm still, I'm, I'm, I'm having involuntary body chills right now and for that I thank you because not a lot of things give me that. Sweetie. Someone in hot. Sweetie with a sweet tea. So sweet. Sweetie. All right, well, this one is called I was nearly kidnapped at 10. Oh, damn. Awesome. Hi, ladies. Can I just start off by saying thank you? Of course, okay. You're welcome. Just kidding. I don't know how, but I found your podcast when you only had three episodes posted. Oh, my God. You like just when we sucked.

Yeah, you came with the real bad audio. What I sounded like I was underwater at all times and never shut the fuck up. I mean, I still do that, but whatever. We got a little better though. We're in love with you too. You were my first true-crime podcast. Oh, I know, right? And needless to say, you rocked my world. I'm an author and also a student. So I have a little time. I have little time to do anything that doesn't involve writing or studying. But on my walks to my local pizza coffee, oh, pizza coffee is fucking incredible. Great coffee. You guys are my company. I'm writing in with my only scary experience today, which I've been debating telling for a while, but I think I might as well because screw it. I live in a really safe town in

California. I'm talking kids under 10 walking around after a dark like there's no problem. Unfortunately, because of this, I wasn't exactly equipped to deal with danger when it shot up in front of my face. I was 10 years old walking with my best friend who will call Anna, who was three years older, and we were on our way to the bagel shop, both armed with five Buccarunis. Amazing. We're walking along this empty residential street, only about a block away from the shop, talking about whatever bullshit kids talk about. About halfway down the street, I noticed a car tail trailing us about 20 feet behind. Like any street smart person, I promptly ignored it and kept on walking. Good on you. However, a few seconds later, this car pulled up next to us. It was not a sweet ride, more like a toyota thing with duct tape and all that good stuff holding it together. In the front seat was a guy.

He was in his 40s or 50s, scruffy as hell, and reaked of booze. Gross. He slowed to a crawl next to us and my friend glanced over. He then proceeded to lean over the passenger side seat to chat with us. Red flag number one. He said, do you know where the Johnson's live? Anna and I said, nope, sorry, and kept walking. And he kept driving next to us. Ugh. Ew, what the fuck? I hate this guy. He goes, do you know where the Smith's live? He asked. Anna and I said, no, Sarah, we do not. Please go on your merry way. At this point, the car was so close, I could have reached over and touched it. He was close too. He then asked, what about the Jacobs? What the fuck?

I hate this. Okay, now I wasn't the smartest kid ever, but I was smart enough to know he kept naming the most basic last names off the top of his head. I thought that was weird, but Anna and I kept blocking. Do you know where the riches live? No. The whites?

No. I'd be like, none of these fucking people live here. They don't exist. At this point, I notice he's turning the wheel ever so slightly to gradually cut us off and block our escape route. No. Literally go fuck yourself, dude. That struck a bit of panic into my heart, I'll admit. Anna older than me and much more intelligent apparently grabbed my hand. We were extremely close, lived next door to one another, and were connected on an almost creepy level.

I love Anna. Oh, when she grabbed my hand, I knew something was up. Anna never held my hand. I was 10, she was 13, and we were communicating with some telepathic shit. I just remember barely flicking her eyes to the left around the back of the car. I got what she was saying. If we ran around the back of the car,

the man would have to back up and turn to follow us because he was sideways in the middle of an empty street. Wow good job guys. I know. Now at this point creepy guy had unbuckled his seat belt and fucking crawled into the passenger seat, hand on the door handle ready to step out. Absolutely not. Sir, no thank you. And then he did. Oh my god what the fuck? He stepped out of the car and moved toward me. Anna was so protective of me. We were close to sisters So her big sick sis instincts just kicked the fucking she dug her fucking fingernails into my forearm Pulled me in front of her and she shoved me so hard I almost fell the guy scrambled back into the driver's seat Turn the wheel and tried to turn the car to chase after us

I was running like a bat out of hell in order to turn the corner so he couldn't see us. Anna got blessed her heart, kept me running in front of her the whole time. As we sprinted around the corner searching for a hiding place, Anna spotted it first. A big ass cactus with these swooping arms that provided a lot of coverage. That's amazing. She grabbed me by the arm and shoved me toward the cactus, which I dodged and then scrambled behind it. She joined me there, put her finger to her lips and said, don't fucking talk. She was 13, I had never heard her swear before. We watched the man in the car drive back and forth down the street searching for us for close to 20 minutes.

Oh my god. Oh my god, fuck this guy. My heart is like in my nose. Oh my god, this is fucked. Eventually he left and we did what any smart children would do, which was dust ourselves off and go get those bagels anyway. Are you serious? I would not be hungry. That is next level.

We sat in silence at a table in the back, kind of just processing what had happened. I lost my five dollars when I was running, thanks to SuperCREEP. So my Anna had to cover my chocolate chip bagel with strawberry cream cheese. Oh, crying. That's such a commitment to carbs. Yeah bagel with strawberry cream cheese. Oh, crying. That's such a commitment to carbs.

Yeah. We walked home on the same street, anxious as hell, and told our parents what happened. We were next door neighbors, and I had a weird childhood where I was so close to Anna's family that they were also my family. So I just walk in for dinner right through the front door of their house, whatever my parents were out, because that was our normal. You can imagine my surprise when I discovered that not every person had two families like I did. Now I've been parented by my own parents as well as my friends and we had to inform

multiple adults of our experience that day. My friends mom and Ethiopian badass shrugged and said should have run earlier and my mother gave that's what Puppa would say. Yeah. My mother gave us both a cookie and some juice to shut us up, like responsible parents would. Hell yeah. We proceeded to have dinner like nothing happened. The cops weren't called. Smart, I know.

But as far as I could tell, no other little kid ever got snatched by the dude in the car. So that's a plus. Thank you guys so much for being such a light in my life. Elena, I know you're a writer, and I would like to tell you that everything is going to work out great. Oh. We don ourselves a lot, but you've got to give yourself the credit for showing up every day and working on it.

You're going to take the literary biz by storm. I can't wait to see what you've been working on. I've been through this writing, editing, querying, and publishing more than once, so please don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions or need a pep talk. Lord knows we all need them at some point. Oh, and you can grab some baby morbid y'all. The little things lucky to have such kick ass folks to grow up with. A word of advice for me. Don't let them go on bagel runs until they're at least 15. Just safer that way. All my love, Emmy. Emmy. You're so sweet. I'm so glad you weren't kidnapped.

Like, one your story just ruined me. Fucked up my life. Yeah. Fuck fucked up my life. So thank you for that. To love Anna. Love Anna. Love Anna. Hug her every day. Three, so sweet of you about the writing thing because I love hearing other people who write because it's like you really do need to hear

that it's like, cause you doubt yourself a lot. When you write, that's like daily. You're like, yeah, what the fuck am I doing doing I've written 50,000 words and they're shit you know I'm like so wrong because I've read most of Elena's book and it's fire I can't I need to finish it is straight fire would you guys read it should you even need to ask that question because I need to I need to I need like motivation. I give me I Need motivation. I need motivation to finish it. I need to like get on that shit And you know what Emmy? You just made me want to write so you rock some shit. Thank you. Thanks Emmy. Love you Emmy So my next listener tale is called Murder by the Sea. Oh, dreamy.

Sounds so whimsical. Ooh, la la. And this is from our pal Bradley. Hey Bradley, I love that name Bradley. I did too though. I thought everybody's sick of me being like, I'm live. I love that name. They're like, yeah, I buy you do.

Hi guys. First of all, massive congratulations on baby morbid. Oh my God, thank you Bradley. Thank you Bradley. She's pretty great. I say thank you like I fucking created. I feel like thank you. Oh my God.

Thanks guys. Maybe this is pretty fucking dope. She is, she's pretty awesome. Huge fan of the work you guys do. Oh my God, I'm a huge fan of the work you do do. Oh my god. I'm a huge fan of the work you do Bradley. Your work is great. I have an hour commute to every to work every morning and you guys really get me through that. I work in a neuroscience research department. What? What? Bradley, that's my shit. That was like the next thing. If I didn't do like forensics and like biology and autopsy shit,

I wanted to go into neuroscience. So that's what I was gonna do if hair didn't work out. So weird, so weird. No, but like for real Brad, for fake Bradley, but thank you, I bet you're fucking smart as hell. Bradley, you're the shit, because neuroscience is awesome. And my friends in the office find it hilarious that I seem far more interested in the cases

you guys talk about than my actual research area I think they're getting sick of me coming in every morning with a brand new tale of violent murder to share with them Listen, they suck them. Yeah, it's cool Bradley. You're the best I originally come from a little seaside town in England called morcom Cute England. Love it It's near the historic city of Lancaster. If you want to see one of the most beautiful natural scenes in the world, just Google Moorcom based sunsets.

They're world renowned. I'm going to Google that. I am too. Lancaster in particular has an incredibly rich and dark history being one of the key seats in the War of the Roses. Oh, shit. And also being known as the Hanging Town during Medieval times

as more people were hanged here than anywhere outside of London. Holy shit. That's crazy. It also had a heavy involvement in the slave trade. Boo. That's what it says. It agreed. And was part of the huge economic and technological boom

associated with the Industrial Revolution. And this is kind of where our story begins. As I've already mentioned, I work as a scientist, and as you can kind of guess, I'm a total skeptic when it comes to stories of the occult and the paranormal. I'm fascinated by ghost stories, but more because of the history and the true crime tales that often contextualize them. That's kind of how I always feel. However, the series of events that happen in my childhood home to this day

challenge that skepticism almost daily. I'm excited. I'm stoked. I'm not entirely sure whether you have terrorist housing in the US. I don't know what that is. I don't know. So I'll explain it a little in case you don't. Thanks, Bradley. During the industrial revolution, factory owners needed hundreds more cheap homes for their new workforce. So they hired builders to produce long streets of housing that are all joined together and most importantly, were identical copies of one another. Yeah, we have a couple, we have some things like that. Yeah. Each house would follow the exact same design so they could be mass produced quickly. Oh, okay, okay, okay.

We live on one such street in Morkham. As Lancaster is a historic area, many of the streets have plaques that document their origin, and our street was built by a single builder around the year 1810, who then took up ownership of one of the end houses as payment and moved in with his wife and kids. That house was our house. As I said, all the houses on the street are exactly the same inside,

except ours, which did not have a basement. In the other houses, underneath the staircase would be another set of stairs leading to the basement. In our house, this was bricked up and had been since long before we moved in. Well, that's terrifying. My mom. My mom. It says mom. I love it.

My mom's car. I love that. I, that's terrifying. My mom. My mom, it says mom. I love it. I love it. I love that. I love that for you. My mom has always believed in spirits and same, same. And for the first year after we moved in, she always said she felt a spirit in the house. Being a newly separated single mother, she said she had always felt the spirit was female and had a warming, almost protective energy over my sister and me. Strange occurrences would happen at often in our house, moved furniture, strange banging sounds, TVs randomly turning on in the middle of the night, etc. One of the most chilling experiences was one night around 2am.

I vividly heard the sound of a woman scream. Oh, no, I don't like that. I don't like it. Followed by the sound of someone falling down our stairs. Oh, chills, Brad. Yeah, Bradley chills. In voluntary spasming happening. Oh, no, no, no.

As I lived with my mom and sister, I quickly ran assuming it was one of them to find the corridor empty and all the lights turned out. Instantly, my mom appeared out of the bedroom, wide eyed and said, you heard it to them. Oh god. Oh, oh, oh, Bradley. My sister and I often spent weekends at my dad's house and it turns out my mom had been hearing the same scream and falling routinely. Oh, I don't like it. Oh, another such incident happened when my mom's friend was at the house. Her friend said, I thought you said the kids were at their dads.

Mom, they are. Then whose kids are playing upstairs? I can hear them laughing and running around. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Then the noises from upstairs stopped and it was silent. Then the scream came in the sound of the woman tumbling down the stairs. Safe to say my mom's friend didn't stay the night. Nope. She was like, bye my ubers here. Yeah, I'd be like, love you, girl, but I got to leave. I'd be like, you should come with me. Yeah, you should definitely get out of there. But the most personal incident for me came one morning.

I'd woken up and was sat on my bed staring at the wall contemplating life when a woman in a long, flowing dress walked clear a claw across my view. I quickly turned to get a better look, but the woman disappeared almost as quickly as I'd seen her. To this day, probably 13 or 14 years later, I can see it as clear as day in my mind, though my mind doesn't want to believe it. I bet it doesn't. Guys, I'm so chill. This is a neuroscientist. I'm so chilled. And he's saying he saw this. Yeah, I'm not chill. I'm chilled. I believe you, Bradley.

Like a popsicle. I'm a goddamn popsicle right now. Well, renovating our brick shed in the garden, one of the builders found an old key in the cavity of the wall. That's awesome. That's like the dream. Yeah. That had been sealed into the shed when it had been built.

I took it to a local historian who verified the key from around early to mid-1800s and also confirmed that the builder had lived in our house during the census of 1811 with his wife and children until the census of 1821 when there was only one occupant of the house, the builder. Where did his wife and kids go? What? Where'd his wife and kids go? What? Where'd his wife and kids go, Bradley? Are you gonna tell me? Oh, I don't like that. My mom believes the woman died at the hands of her husband and the protective love she felt for us

was because of my mom's own trouble with an abusive partner and her love for us. Mom still lives in the house and claims the activity had dropped markedly since we moved out. Wow. Once again, apologies for the length. Feel free to leave out any bits and pieces. No way.

I know it's probably too long to read all of it. No, it's not. No, it's not, probably. And while I have your ear, I'd love to suggest some local tales for the podcast. Good, because I just said I wanted to do some English ones. Perfect. The Pendle Witch Trials are some of the most famous in British history

and the story of Dr. Buck Ruckston, a fascinating local double murder that has an ingenious ending. Thank you so much for reading. Bester guards, bread. Bread. Brad, you just fucked me up. You provided bread. Oh, that like, that made me so sad

because obviously she was murdered, but it makes me so happy because she took care of you. Yeah. And you're stirring your mum. I love that in your mum, in your mum, in your mum. Wow. Oh my goodness, Bradley, thank you for that. That was a good one.

That was. My last one is clowns because fucking, of course, it's a clown. Of course, it's a clown. I hate clowns. Same. Ash, Al clown. No, of course it's a clown. I hate clowns. Same. Ash. Alaina.

Hey, I love you guys so much. Oh my god, I love you. I love you. I know everyone says this, but I listen to so many true crime podcasts. My friends literally can't stand it. And out of all of them, y'all are my favorite. Well, guess what? You're our favorite.

You are. Anyway, my friend told me this story and I told her she should write it. She should write and tell you guys about it, but I doubt she'll get around to it. So I'm going to tell you. Yay! She heard it firsthand from her husband and the first thing you need to know is that her husband is almost obnoxiously logical and straight-laced. He would never ever make this up and since it's not super natural slash unexplainable, there's absolutely no reason to doubt him. Here we go. Friends has been was a kid and had finally, finally convinced his parents to let him stay at home alone while they went out for the night.

When it was time for bed, he decided that acting as man of the house, he was going to follow the same routine his father did every night. Checking that all the doors and windows were locked, fresh airs were dead people. Yep. He goes around to each door and every window opens the curtains, checks the locks, and goes up to the next. The window in his parents bedroom was a big one centered behind their headboard. He climbed up on the bed to check it. He opened the curtains and right there, directly, no.

Directly on the other side of the glass, staring right back at him, was a clown. No, I'm out. I died. I'm leaving. He threw the curtain shut and buried his face in the bed below the headboard. He doesn't know how long he waited there, only that it felt like forever. When he came up and opened the curtains again, and this, uh, and this time he saw a man walking away across the field beyond the window,

and he could see the elastic band of the clown mask across the back of the man's head. He then checked the lock on the window and went to bed. He never told his parents or called the police because he said if he did, that he would never have been allowed to stay home alone again. Why would you want to? Why would you want to?

As far as I know, his wife decades later is the only person he's told, end of story. I never enjoyed clowns, but wasn't afraid of them until that absolute nonsense in 2016, when people intentionally dressing up like clowns and wandering around or chasing people. That wasn't afraid of them until that absolute nonsense in 2016, when people intentionally dressing up like clowns and wandering around or chasing people. That was nonsense.

Yeah, I was fucked up. That's still most of the reason I have to close all my mini blinds at night. I'm certainly not calmer phobic, but I definitely hate them and even more after this story. My apologies to any genuine and well-meaning clowns out there. I know y'all exist and this isn't your fault. That's true, it's not.

My absolute best to you too. Your friends, families, and little baby morbid. Thank you for sharing your passions and a bit about your lives with us. Good luck on your live shows, wish I could be there. I live in Indiana, Mindy. Oh my God, Mindy.

Thanks, Mindy. Mindy, that fucked me up in a big way. That was a nice little terrifying sprinkle. See y'all. I love it. Well, we're going to end on a tale called, How a Demon saved my sweet 16. What? And this is from Beth.

Hi, Beth. OK, Ash and Elena. I've never told this story to anyone since it happened, because since it happened, because I'm pretty sure people will think I'm a wackado. And my friends and I were all were there. My friends and I who were there and experienced this have never talked about it to this day. But I'm also pretty sure this shit is right up your alley.

So here it goes. Sounds like it's about to be already. I'm ready. Let's go in the way back machine. Yeah, yeah. I ran to 1998. It's my 16th birthday party. And my three friends and I are chilling in the wood panel basement listening to music and whatnot. We decided to bust out my Ouija board, which I hardly ever used. That's just what you did in 1998.

My friend, let's call him David, did not want to join. I'm David. The next part is just your normal cliche Ouija board tale. The plan chat started moving around. We all figured it was one of us moving it. You get the gist. Then the planchette spelled don't go outside. No, no, not into that. We asked it, why? Kind of like the book. And it spelled out David's name. Again, he was not playing. We just laughed it off and continued asking stupid questions to whoever was on the other side. But three move times

the plant spelled out David's name and don't go outside. What? So guess what our dumbasses did? You went outside. Yep. By this time it's dark out and we decided to walk to a nearby store to get more snacks and also for a smoke break. The way to the store was on a very lit, very busy road even at night. But for whatever reason, we decided to take the back way home. We had to cross over train tracks, then pass a few abandoned factory buildings. Oh good. Yeah, that sounds fine. Then after that, where a few houses leading back to where my back alley began.

Shortly after we crossed the tracks, we heard a group of guys approaching behind us. We didn't think anything of it. They were loud and smashing glass, but then they started to call out to us, and then they got closer. No, I'm scared for you. Soon, they were in front of the four of us and had us surrounded. Oh my god. And they were focused on David He was super skinny with glasses and not much of a threat to anyone Seriously the sweet soft-spoken gay friend that everyone needs in high school. Oh They were calling him Fag. I hate that one. I hate that word too. And soon started pushing him around There must have been seven of them. My friends and I are screaming at

them to stop, but we were quickly becoming more afraid. We were in the dark outnumbered and two blocks from the nearest house. Oh my god. So this is so stressful. The guys keep asking us where we live, and I grab one of my friend's hand and tell her we have to run for help. They ask again where we are from and what street we live on, and then one takes out a knife. Oh my God. My friend and I start booking down the road like hell to the nearest house.

When we all hear this booming voice so deep in menacing, I still get chills thinking about it. I'm from hell, leave them alone. Oh, fuck. That's a buffy the vampire type type shit. Fuck. I'm from hell. Leave them alone.

Oh, oh, I've had too many involuntary chills this episode. What the fuck? I stopped running and turned to see the assholes running away in the opposite direction. I run back to check on David and we are all shook. Not only did he almost get jumped, no one knows where the fuck that voice came from.

My one friend who stayed behind in David's where the voice came out of nowhere, yet sounded like it was everywhere. We were all shaking, and even though the assholes were far gone, we ran together to the closest house, and a nice old lady let us phone to call the car. Let us get the, let us use the phone to call the cops. The police arrived and we gave a description, but as far as I know nothing came out of it.

It could have been so much worse. Whatever that was on the Ouija board had our backs that night. I guess not all spooks, spooks are bad. Love you girls so, so much. Also, please don't use my full name because it's pain in the ass to try to pronounce. That's amazing. Um, holyly ball sack. Oh, oh my goodness.

I'm from hell, leave him alone. Oh, that's savage. That's fucked. So like, Helians are good too. That is so fucked in the best way. You know what that should tell you, even Satan is in homophobic, so. There you go.

There you go. Boom, Shaka Laka. Wow. Wow. Those were some listener tails. Those are some fucking tails. You guys are killing the game with these listener tails. Keep sending them in, please.

I'm enjoying them thoroughly. I really am. Wow. Wow. Guys, Alina made a grotten potatoes, and I'm really hungry, so we have to end this. We do. So we're gonna end it on that tail of a helpful hell demon.

Yep. Yep. So we hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird. But not so weird that you get invited to a sweet 16 party where there's a hell demon and also not so scary that like there's a clown in your window walking away and I'm the protective lady who wanted to save those kids because she fell down the stairs, don't do that. Don't keep it as weird as dead Johnny hanging out in the trailer because that's really fucking scary.

Don't keep it as weird as the doctor that wanted to scare the nurse because he was dead and he said he was feeling good and don't keep it so weird that you get kidnapped but But if you do get kidnapped, probably, but you have a friend like Anna, she's truly kidnapped. Also don't be so scared that you're scared beach like that girl's brother. And definitely don't keep it so weird. They're kids who make American I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one. I'm going to go to the next one.

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