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knows Who knows this?
Listener Tales 5 fucking ever.
It always feels like we have not done a Listener Tales episode in 46 years.
I know. Every time.
It's so weird. Yeah.
And it's like, nah, it's only been a couple weeks.
A few weeks. A couple weeks, a few weeks.
Yeah. Like a few. Yeah.
Because a few is like three or more.
I feel like in case you didn't know.
Yeah. So it really hasn't been that long, but every time I'm like, we haven't done this in three years.
Isn't that weird? It is weird. Time is weird. I think that's the only thing I've said in response to.
I'm sorry. i'm just like how weird is it she was just like picking at her nails being like that's so weird but no i was listening that was just my genuine response i was like i did i did have a little bit of um pizza sauce under my nail which is really gross you did not need to share but you did yeah i'm an open book we are appreciative and also horrified also i just ate pizza for lunch like that's not yeah like last night she just had pizza for lunch It's right there.
I can still see it.
It's not old, I swear.
No. I washed my hands.
That's problematic.
I know. I actually did wash my hands.
Damn. That's even worse.
I know. Yikes. Didn't do a good job.
Well, guys, less about me, more about you.
Less about my hygiene.
More about your tails.
I'm going to kick you.
I'm going to kick you in the shin.
Would you like to go first?
Sure. I'll go first. Why don't I start this out with a bang?
Oh. A listener tale of the time I babysat for a cold -blooded killer.
That'll do it. That will do it.
Let's see. Oh, we have a putt -a -fuh.
Hi Ash and Elena, this is Allie, which is my real name, use it all you want.
Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie.
It just makes me think of James Kennedy going Allie, Allie.
There you go. And this is a listener tale for you.
Good, because it's a listener tale episode.
So there you go. Like most things in my life, I'm going into this email with no preparations beforehand, so I apologize.
I'm kind of just typing things up as they come to me.
But I'll try to keep it as straightforward as I can.
First of all, can I just say that I love you ladies?
You can because I love you too, Allie.
I also love you too, Allie Bally.
I'm just going to fangirl for a minute if you don't mind.
To be honest, I've never been much of a podcast person.
But I came across Morbid when I was on maternity leave at the beginning of last year.
I had a baby girl on December 28th of 2021.
She shares your birthday, Elena.
No big deal, no big deal.
She's a cappy. We love it.
Real talk. We named her Fiona.
I love that name. And that was also on your list. That was on my list. I love that name.
That's a really pretty name.
That's weird, yeah.
She was actually born one day after my own birthday.
Oh, my gosh. We're all cappies together.
So you and I almost share a birthday.
No big deal, no big deal.
Capricorn's forever.
Hell, yeah. I gotta imagine being in labor on your birthday though.
I hope you weren't.
If you were what? If she was in labor on her birthday, that's not a great birthday.
But like you're getting like a baby out of it.
That's the greatest part.
So that's good. Yeah.
You know, you got a birthday present after your birthday.
There you go. Look at it that way.
Anyway, while on maternity leave, I spent the first month or so of sleepless nights binging a lot of television.
Eventually I started to go a little stir crazy sitting on the couch all the time and decided to try to find a podcast I could carry around with me as I did House George, took the baby beyond walks etc i had just finished re -watching a ton of old x -files episodes love that so much my favorite television show in all of history ever and was still feeling that spooky vibe i had never heard of morbid or you guys tragic i know so when i searched true crime podcasts and saw morbid pop -up i randomly clicked on a recent episode where is brandon swanson oh that's you know what's really weird why do these
things happen i was just looking through our suggested suggested cases.
Yeah. To like just kind of like compile a few of what you guys want to hear.
And I just opened an email where someone said they just listened to the Brandon Swanson episode.
That's weird. And that they wanted like a different one covered.
And I was like, whoa, that was a random episode.
And then you just mentioned it again.
Like what a random fucking episode.
Also, I was looking for cases last weekend and I was just like reading a bunch of different like um countdown things online and Brandon Swanson was one of the ones featured what's going on with that like that's weird of all the cases we've done I mean we've done almost how many episodes we're in 500 and something at this point I don't even know close to 600 yeah that many episodes and you mentioned the one episode I just opened a random suggestion that also mentioned that episode that's bizarre sorry that's weird sorry I hope something comes out of of that I don't know I know maybe it's very strange
stranger things have happened it's true so well you clicked on where is Brandon Swanson and you never looked back so that's amazing and now I just hang out with you all week every week and because my daughter was the equivalent of a sack of beans back then the sack of beans time goes by really fast oh she couldn't understand a word either of you were saying I was free to listen to as many tales of ghosts and decapitations and murdering assholes as I wanted without fear of traumatizing her my daughter had a lot of issues she was eating and sleeping during her first few months.
We later found out she had some undiagnosed food allergies.
Aw. So postpartum was rough on all of us.
Your podcast became a space for me to just escape a little bit.
Thank you so much for hanging out with me then and now.
You betcha. I love that.
Okay, so my tale. Kind of forgot that's why I started this whole thing.
Here we go. I'm going to change the names of the people involved because you can actually look up the case I'm going to talk about, and I want to maintain a little privacy for one person in particular.
particular I'll put a footnote at the end with the real names in case you two want to look it up this is the story about how I babysat for a cold -blooded killer when I was in middle school a family moved into the house next door to ours a married couple and their young son I'll call the married couple John and Tracy Carter and I'll call their son Ben Tracy was actually a radio personality at the time and was fairly well known in the area John was incredibly outgoing charming guy I don't remember what he did for a living it's not important they were actually kind of an odd couple, at least from an outsider's
perspective. We lived on a very small and isolated street, seven houses with a cul -de -sac at the end.
Our little street had a lot of block parties at the time, so everyone knew each other very well.
John and Tracy were at a lot of these get -togethers.
To be fair, I was about 13 during this time, so I was more interested in teenage girl drama than anything adults were ever talking about.
I do remember Tracy was being pretty reserved, a little standoffish maybe.
John, on the other hand, was always boisterous, cracking jokes and and talking to anyone and everyone with ease.
Now that I'm an adult myself, I recognize that I am the Tracy in this situation.
I hate mingling and forcing small talk at block parties.
It's literally the worst. Said a Capricorn.
Yeah, I was gonna say, that's your Capricorn in there.
Said like a true Capi.
John and Tracy's son, Ben, was about four -ish years old when we first met the Carters.
He was the most adorable kid with a mop of blonde hair and a whip -smart personality.
Aw. A couple years passed, classed, and the Carters had become friends with my parents.
To be more specific, John Carter had become friends with my parents.
Tracy was a rare sighting in the neighborhood at that point.
She worked a lot and also attended various functions and events outside of her job.
I want to say John was unemployed for stretches of time, but I could be making that up.
Like I said, my memory of what he did for a living is hazy.
In any case, John would come over to sit on the back deck and chit chat while Ben showed off a new toy or ran around in the backyard. Eventually, in the summer of 2002, in 2002, I started babysitting for John and Tracy.
I would watch Ben a handful of nights a month.
It was an easy gig because Ben was an easy kid.
I would see and speak with Tracy occasionally, mostly business.
Dinner's in the fridge.
Ben's bedtime is this.
Could you feed the hamster kind of stuff?
Mostly it was John that would greet me when I arrive, ask questions about how school was going, and walk me the 10 steps home at the end of the night.
I always felt very comfortable around John.
He was a very harmless, fatherly vibe.
He wasn't scary at all.
False. Untrue. Incorrect.
One night in early 2003, I was babysitting Ben.
We had fallen into a routine.
We were in the middle of looking through his dinosaur trading cards when John came home early.
He seemed a little off, I guess.
Kind of hurried and frazzled, like he was surprised to find himself at home as well.
My 15 -year -old self didn't make much of it, but I remembered I was supposed to be there a a couple more hours.
He didn't say much, which was unusual.
And he didn't walk me home.
Before I left, he asked if I could babysit the next night.
It was a school night and I had something going on, a test to study for, a project I had to finish.
I can't remember. So I said I couldn't.
That was the end of our conversation and the last conversation I ever had with him.
It was also the last time I ever stepped foot into that house.
Oh, that's chilling.
The next night I was at home Sorry, Dart.
I was also not studying or working on a project.
Sorry, John, but actually not, because fuck you for what's about to happen.
No one bothered to investigate why Dart was barking, because like most dogs, he barked at innocuous shit all the time.
About an hour later, American Idol was coming to an end and Dart was barking again.
Ugh. However, when I glanced out the front windows, I saw a massive amount of flashing lights outside.
There were police cars and emergency vehicles packing the street and parking in the grass.
This was not common on our street, so a lot of gawking ensued by the surrounding neighbors.
A police officer knocked on our door and asked if we had seen or heard anything unusual that evening.
We had not. We later learned that John had shot Tracy in their master bedroom multiple times while Ben sat at the table downstairs wearing headphones and playing video games.
Oh, my God. According to rumors we heard later, Ben heard the shots and asked what had happened.
John told him they had dropped something upstairs.
He told Ben that Tracy was going to stay home to clean up the mess while he and Ben visited relatives.
John took Ben to his relatives, left, and called the police to turn himself in.
Not a super thrilling end to the whole thing, but I'm glad he didn't try to flee with Ben or do something else horrible.
Here's the thing. Whenever I think about that story, I can't help zooming in on the fact that I was alone in that house with that man.
He asked me to babysit Ben the night of the murder, and I'm always torn on what that could have meant for his story.
Would I have been there when he killed Tracy?
Would he have asked if Ben could stay at our house so he wasn't home during the event?
Would he have not killed Tracy because I was there watching Ben?
or did he honestly just think he needed a babysitter and this whole thing transpired after that conversation?
I don't blame you for having so many fucking questions.
What a horrible... You did...
I hope you have no guilt over this.
Because that's a mind fuck.
You were a 15 -year -old kid and you couldn't babysit.
Yeah. But holy shit, I don't blame you for thinking through every single outcome that could have happened.
That's crazy. I also wonder if Dart heard those gunshots because according to the loose timeline they put together, John would have shot Tracy near the time Dart started going off like an ill -tuned bugle.
Dogs know, man. Yeah, they do.
It breaks my heart that Ben was home when his mother was taken from him.
I'm so glad he didn't witness the killing and I'm so glad it didn't turn into some crazier murder the whole family then commit suicide type of thing.
I was so worried for that.
Me too. Where this was going.
I was too. I changed their names in the story for Ben's sake.
He's out there somewhere trying to live his life after losing both of his parents to this horrible tragedy.
He'd be in his mid -20s by now, which is bonkers to me.
I don't know why John killed Tracy.
Articles about the case say that the two had marital problems and that John was struggling with suicidal ideation and mental illness.
Either way, he's still a murdering asshole, and I'm not going to try and throw logic at any of his actions.
So that's the story of how I babysat for a cold -blooded killer.
As you can imagine, I didn't take a lot of babysitting gigs after that.
My parents still live in the house I grew up in, and the Carters house has gained a reputation for being cursed.
To add to the weirdness, about a month after Tracy's murder, an older woman showed up on our street.
She was standing in the road staring up at the Carters house.
I had just gotten home from school and was taking Dart out to pee.
The woman called out to me and asked if I knew the woman who had been killed.
I figured she was just a nosy broad and told her that, yes, I knew Tracy.
She told me she was gathering flowers from Tracy's yard to add to the memorial wreath her church group was making.
It was February and there were definitely no flowers growing at the time.
So, okay. She stared quietly at me and Dart for an uncomfortable amount of time before asking if I wanted to pray with her.
I told her, no, thank you.
And she said in a deadpan voice, she said, you wouldn't want to.
Bye. What the fuck?
And she says, bye. I dragged Dart back inside and watched as she wandered around our street for a few more minutes before getting in her car, sans flowers, and driving off.
And that officially concludes the weird. That is fucking creepy.
She said you wouldn't want to.
I'd be like, get the fuck out of here.
Yeah, you got to go, girl.
Like, that's weird. I hope you ladies have a spookalicious day, and of course I hope you keep keeping it weird, but not so weird that you socialize all easy breezy at block parties.
Who does that? Okay, actually plenty of people.
Just not me. Not us either.
That was Ali. I mean, that was a wild, wild tale.
Seriously. And I truly cannot believe that you have to think of the fact that you were babysitting at this house with that man alone.
I know. That he would walk you home.
That is, just to like, to have memories of him like at block parties just shooting the shit, coming to your house and sitting on your back deck.
Like to know somebody that intimately and then to know what they did is so scary.
And especially to have seen him the night before.
Like such a different human.
human. And like for Allie to see the state that he was in the night before, like clearly something was way off.
And wonder what the hell was going on there.
Like that's a lot. Yeah.
Geez. Wow. That was quite a tale, Allie.
So thank you for sharing that with us.
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Happy wedding. all right my next one is listener tale the ghost of very much alive me a growl broken mirrors etc hello you fantastic weirdos my name is not ralph but that's the name we'll go with i also changed the names of everybody in this story for their privacy it's nice to finally be sending this listener tale to my best friends but i must say for being my best friends you sure never respond to my awesome commentary as i'm driving cleaning cooking etc and you usually interrupt my astute observations what's that about i'm so sorry i feel bad like every other listener i must say you two bring
me so much joy and entertainment the latter of which is not easy to do as i'm a psychologist in a prison hence the fake name so i hear some wild shit on a daily basis i bet i'd love to regale you with more stories but we haven't have the we haven't the time right now i'm not going to apologize for the length nor encourage you to edit as you see fit it because you've made it abundantly clear time and time again you will do no such thing and apologies are not needed hell no never and let's be real this story is perfection just the way it is however i will say there are a lot of commas in here as
i am not really sure how to use commas versus semicolons really who understands grammar here's here's a little little secret no one no one no one i thought you were gonna like really like no drop some hot grammar news no one understands understands grammar the only thing that i remember about a semi -colon is you use it if you're gonna list yeah that's the only thing i remember but other than that i'm just really glad that i have an editor yeah there you go i put a lot of commas everywhere whenever i write something i also love the confidence here like the the you know that they feel like they're
like this is perfection so don't change it so it's fine like i know you won't and that's okay because this is perfection good for you i love that i like that i am a man of science like a nerd who loves to hit up journal repositories yeah and go down the research rabbit hole same but that said i have so much weird shit happened to me over most of my life that i am here to say with certainty there might be ghosts i love this already i love the way this person writes i have no idea what's going on out there same this story involved my boyfriend and i we will call him bob and two roommates who we
will call karen and and Frank.
Bob and I moved into Karen and Frank's hundred plus year old home in a semi -rough neighborhood of a large city.
Rough as in I heard gunshots all the time and some literal drug users well under the influence walked into our yard, passed a fence, picked apples off a tree more than once.
I mean, I'm glad that's all they did.
I mean, yeah. Let there be apples.
At the time, I worked in an inpatient psychiatry unit at the safety net hospital for the metro area.
Basically, Basically, I worked with the most mentally ill patients possible, like other hospitals could not handle them.
So they sent the patients to us.
Oh, wow. One patient painted their children purple.
Not sure why, but she did.
Oh, man. That's sad.
That's really sad. And as I said, I currently work in a prison, so I have seen enough shit, literally, to know what is and is not bonkers.
And my haunted ghosty house was bonkers.
Side note. While walking through the partially lit supply closet on an overnight shift at the hospital, I felt a full hand, fingers and all, press up against my upper back and shoulder area as if to signal hey wait my first thought was what the fuck is a patient doing in here i'm not in the mood it's 4 a .m i'm tired but i turn around and no one was there i'm pretty sure humans cannot fly but i flew out of that closet and never went back in during a shift again i believe you oh my god i never went back in during a night shift i I don't know why.
He's like, I quit. I don't work there anymore.
Back to the house. In the attic, there was this wooden box that was affixed randomly to the floor at the place where the floor and steeped ceiling met.
I bet there's a much better way to describe that or some architectural term, but the latter probably would not help many.
It opened on the front as if it were to be a little playhouse.
Some might say a dollhouse.
What was inside this random box, you ask?
A fucking doll. Why?
Why? that's what i asked a single man leave nothing in the entire house except a doll in the attic box from hell my question exactly no one knows oh no also in the attic a small portion was walled off with a door inside the room slash coffin were claw marks deep claw marks near the door jam again okay why not sure maybe they were dog claw marks as some suggested but if there was a dog locked in the attic in that small room that's extra fucked up okay thank you i was like even someone suggested you're like that makes it worse yeah what do you mean that's a dog just locked in a room in a attic that's
also bad yeah it's so hot in attics i hate this i hate it i wondered if in the early 1900s there could have been a mentally ill family member locked up there hidden away from the world because at the time it was unfortunately a thing that's the thing that i was thinking of to be honest makes you think of um it's very much a thing american horror story Yeah, it's very much a thing.
Oh, that's so sad. You'll find those kind of rooms in a lot of old houses.
And that was what the purpose was a lot of the time.
I did not know that.
It's really sad. Oh, that's horrific.
There was a—which one of those ghost shows was it?
The Atlantic Paranormal Society, I think it is.
Ghost Hunters. Yeah, Ghost Hunters.
I love that show. That's a great show.
And those guys are awesome.
And I love that they're from Rhode Island.
i'm like new england let's go uh but they had a couple of episodes where they went into these old houses and they found rooms like that and they like were talking and they would find like scratch marks and shit the fuck yeah i remember it like vividly because i immediately started looking it up oh my god that makes my heart very sad i know it's horrible yeah yeah well every time i was up there i felt like i was being watched karen's friend was known to be a psychic and one day she came over and she felt the presence of a man in overalls fun fact um as she walked up these she walks up the stairs
to the attic i love that that's a fun fact overall well i just love like imagine being like so in tune with the other side that you're like i sense a man and you're like oh you can sense that it's a man and you're like he's wearing overalls like it's just like how do you feel the overalls like how is that part of the sensation i love like do you feel it or do you see it yeah like do you i hope she feels the overalls it does say she felt the presence of a a man an overall exactly she's feeling the overalls maybe she feels the rough denim what her overalls feel overalls feel like rough yeah scratchy
rustic rustic is rustic a feeling yeah yeah sure why not feel rustic sometimes i don't know the overalls made me laugh now strangely when i felt like i was being watched i always joked it was a man well not a funny joke after the psychic said that but in fairness it's a 50 50 chance well in the u .s it's more like a 49 51 chance favoring women yeah pretty much close one day bob was playing piano on the main level it's a large open space a living room to his right the dining room behind him and windows along the entire wall uh through the windows we could see a neighbor's house no one else was home
and it was mid -afternoon so not a scary time of day wrong he heard a crystal clear a loud wait for it growl right next to his ear we don't have a dog nor a lion nor a cougar nor anything else that could make that sound i was gonna ask i love that you were like we don't have a dog and before you ask we also don't have a lion and nope don't even yeah we don't have a cougar do you have a panther you didn't answer that no nothing else that could make that sound he looked outside to see if there was a dog near the window despite hearing it directly next to his ear and he saw nothing Nothing.
The windows were also not open.
Feels like a daemon. Yeah, that's a daemon. Speaking of piano, sometime later my sister slept over, and in the middle of the night she heard the piano playing downstairs.
But everyone was asleep upstairs.
Who was playing the piano?
Crying distressed face.
I love how this is written.
That's like Hell House LLC.
Do do do do do. That movie fucked me up for like two weeks.
I'll forever sing the praises of Hell House LLC.
As you should. And never will I stop.
It's a great movie.
It's great. And it's horrifying.
It's scary. Spooky season is upon us, everybody.
It scared Drew, too.
Yeah. And he thinks movies like that are kind of dumb.
John got vertigo from all the movement, but it wouldn't scare him.
Which is also scary.
Vertigo is a scary thing to do.
Yeah, it made him sick.
That's how scary it was.
Woo! Boo! Well, a few weeks or even months later, Bob and I were home alone watching TV one night.
From the living room, no one can see the dining room as the two are attached.
And off the, no, I said no one can see the dining room, but one can see the dining room.
Not a one person can see it.
One can. You're like, it's attached, but no one can see it.
It's kind of like a figment of your imagination.
It's the kind of thing, we don't let anyone see the dining room.
No, it's okay. You can see the dining room as the two are attached.
And off the dining room is a large archway into the office.
This would be to the right of the piano. From my position on the couch, I could not see the office as Bob could.
As we innocently watched TV, he suddenly jolted his body back into the couch while he gasped and looked directly at the archway with wide, unblinking eyes.
Remember, we live in a roughish neighborhood, so I immediately thought that somebody came in one of the windows and I needed to get a knife and stab, stab, stab away.
But you cannot knife a ghost. You can't.
Though Ash says you can catch one in a jar.
Have I said that? I probably have said some shit like that.
Wait, when was I going to catch a ghost in a jar?
I'm positive you said that.
Oh, I'm positive too.
There was minimal doubt.
When did I want to catch a ghost?
I love when he's like, you can't knife a ghost, but Ash did say you can catch one.
I'm trying to think about when I wanted to do that.
I'm sure it was one of our spooky episodes.
You were like, did you know?
Fun fact. You probably can.
Or you were probably like, I wonder.
Yeah. You probably stated it as fact.
I just bought a bunch of mason jars the other day.
Maybe you're thinking – because there are – isn't there like a place where you can buy a ghost or adopt a ghost?
What? In like London or something?
It's like in Europe.
That's really like gambling.
I think there's like a place where you can – I'm going to look it up because I'm sure people over there are like, you dumbass.
This is what it's called.
How do you like pay for that?
Hold on. here they are it's the uh let's see matlock ghost emporium yeah what does a ghost cost you let's let's look it about because i think it's supposed to be that like each ghost is that has like a real ghost oh my my god they're so cute i want them don't don't i think we have one i don't know if they're the same that's what these are i do too i don't know if they're those also is that what the fuck is happening in this room nah those have been a while we got those a while ago yeah and we've been haunted for a while and one time the tv fell on in my head elena you never told is that what that is i
think i wrote i read the uh thing in this person elena i'm gonna call your mom i'm gonna call her are you joking me i is there one behind me I don't fuck with that I don't maybe I'm wrong maybe that's not what it is I'll backtrack now you allowed spirits into this room that we don't even know look at this little mechanical maiden no no this is everything I stand against inviting unknown spirits into your space No. No wonder the sage goes out around you.
You allowed it. Yeah.
I think it's, I'm pretty sure it's like a thing, you know.
Well, Elena just informed me that you can buy ghosts and that we actually might have some in this room.
So that's good. Really excited about that.
Can you hear how thrilled I am in my voice?
You son of a bitch. These might just be different ones.
How are we to know?
I don't know. Mine's cute though.
I like him. I'm not saying I dislike them.
I like him you're a friend oh god I'm gonna sage this place after this anyway uh let me find my place again now that I've been demonically possessed so I said one time that you can catch a ghost in a jar what he actually saw was not an intruder thankfully but the upper half of a man floating across the archway oh yeah just that oh okay if he had legs Bob would have been able to see them I will never forget the fear in his eyes that night I should also note he was super uber ultra adamant ghosts did not exist prior to moving into that house to make matters even more fucked up on two other occasions
Karen and Frank separately saw the same thing the upper half of a man float past the same archway this might be messed up to say but you two especially Elena will get it I was pissed I was the only one who did not see anything thing yes i would be so i would be upset too a growling diamond and a fucking legless floating ghost time to yeet right wrong i was working nearly full time and i was in grad school so i likely did not have the will to care so we stayed like fuck it sometime later bob who's getting the brunt of this ghostly shit likely because they were pissed that he did not believe they
were real awoke in the middle of the night to see me standing in the window rocking back and forth he was confused by the fuck i was doing that creepy weirdness but it wasn't me it wasn't me wasn't me he looked over and i was laying in bed next to him sound asleep he then panicked thinking i was dead and he was seeing my ghost so he slapped my back and i groaned and rolled over when he looked to the window my question mark ghost was gone my to be fair this could have have been a hypnopompic hallucination which is blurring of dreams and reality or straight up hallucination and the weird time of waking
but still being a bit asleep they're not uncommon but not as common as hypno hypnagogic hallucinations i was just gonna ask if you meant hypnagogic i think it's hypnagogic hypnagogic i don't remember how you say it but it's like GOG instead of POP.
Yes, yes. I was going to ask if that's what he meant, but I think he must be talking about something different.
Oh, well, he says those occur when you're falling asleep.
Think hypnogo, gic or jic, going to bed.
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Good. One drunk night, a bunch of friends were over and we were playing games in the living room.
upstairs. The friend's children were sleeping as we innocently play games, laugh and have some of this world fun.
Some ghost twat was like, nah, no more fun.
I assume this is what they said because we heard a very loud shatter upstairs as there were literal children up there.
We all ran up the stairs to check on them.
Their door was closed and upon opening it, they were undisturbed.
Odd because that shatter was very loud, though children can sleep through a tornado, lucky.
Yeah, it's true. down the hall in another room was a shattered mirror haters be like oh it's just it just fell off the wall but guess what it fucking did not just fall off the wall i love haters be like and that i love it fucking did not the mirror was hanging by a wire on a screw the screw was unmoved nor was it slanted downward so the mirror did not and could not slide off the wire was also so unbroken so the mirror needed to be lifted off the screw it's fucked up that twat ghost lifted the mirror off the screw and threw it on the floor that's bitchy karen put a new mirror in the same place
a full body mirror which was leaned up against the wall what happened to that mirror i'm glad you asked it too broke mere days later but did it simply slide down the wall and break when landing on its back no nope no it fell forward i knew it shattered so there's no way it slid down the wall no now if a mirror is leaning against a wall it takes effort slash force to flip it forward so that twatty ghost clearly had a problem with mirrors as i type this i feel bad because what if the ghost has body image issues i was thinking that too if you're listening ghost i'm sorry i love you so much i'm sorry
finally one last story karen was home alone in the upstairs bathroom alone which alone when she heard footsteps slowly come up the stairs While home alone.
Alone. The house is over a hundred years old, so you can hear someone come up those stairs.
They creaked like my knees after a mid -afternoon nap.
JK, I can't nap. I can't either.
I'm not so great at napping anymore either.
Once it ascended that final stair, she heard footsteps slowly come down the hall and stop directly outside the bathroom door.
No noise, no breath, no voice.
Just silent, pants -pooping panic.
Pants -pooping panic.
She finally gathered the badass bitch courage to open the door, and no one was there.
Did she then promptly burn that bitch to the ground?
Nope. She is tough, and no ghost will ever scare her out.
Bob and I finally moved out due to ghost panic?
Nope. Twists simply time for a new home due to other circumstances, not ghostly related.
But don't worry, there is some other weirdness occurring in our new home as well.
Like hearing whispers when we dropped in with Alexa twice, or loud bangs on the wall with absolutely no apparent cause.
like loud ass bangs i thought a tree branch hit the house it has happened at least three times now another time i was in my happy place vacuuming and suddenly i felt something slash someone forcibly stopped my vacuum as i as i was minding my own gd business it was as if i backed the vacuum into a wall real unnerving i hope you enjoyed this banana story which actually was quite long i have to say or i have a lot to say i kept my prison potty mouth at bay kudos to me I also I also kudos to me.
You're hilarious I also saw ghost jesus in the middle of the woods overlooking a lake from a small hill My sober friend saw it slash him too.
So no to the skeptics out there I did not see things because I was drunk.
How many times have you hallucinated due to alcohol?
Don't bother answering I know the answer is zero times P .s imagination is an active process.
So when people say it was just your imagination, that's crap how many times have you imagined a ghost if that i'm just like crying i love how you are just like roasting everyone it's awesome if that was the power of if that was the power of my imagination i would be imagining zach efron all the time p .s again i cannot stop myself i wonder if i'm more attuned to the other worldly things because i'm a psychologist and you know listen pretty well well you can throw some empathy in there too i sweat being gay i sweat being gay i think it's supposed to say i swear i swear being gay plays a role also it
makes me less threatening to when and when to men and women to men and women dead to alive women do not need to worry i will creep on them or worse and men don't have to worry about me getting into some neanderthal dick swinging contest that sounds like like i said that bit sounds like fun that bit sounds like fun bullshit fighting over a female mate to bop over the head and drag to a cave note i do not believe all straight men are like that i should be done now p .s again i'm the worst on my drive home i noticed on a small on a small silver box on the edge of a bridge overhanging the highway morbid
spray painted in green letters my immediate thought my soon -to -be axe murderer knows i take this highway and knows i listen to morbid they are sending me a message i saw that message like a year ago still hearing kicking i cannot go i cannot go on i am certain anyone who knows me and is listening knows this is my tale there is literally no one like me whispers gay prison psychologist who worked in an inpatient psych and has a ghost tale or two keep it weird but not so weird that you live in a house with the doll in an attic hell box claw marks a torso ghost a growl the ghost of when you were actually
alive broken mirrors and creepy footsteps hi i am literally obsessed oh my god this is absolutely the best that was everything that was really funny i love you so much ralph ralph you rule ralph forever let's be friends ralph we already are really we already need to start answering Ralph's mid commentary.
I realized, by the way, that these are from the York ghost merchants.
And? They're like a very renowned merchant of ghosts.
They do not specifically say that there are ghosts trapped in there.
It's heavily implied, but it's not said.
I can't even express my overwhelming urge to throw my Stanley at you just now.
They're just like specifically, they're like a very renowned place to get ghosts.
um this one says listener tale this is a good one i swear sorry i just bonked my stanley on my computer instead of throwing it across the room i immediately got attached to this one so i'm glad i'm old and i don't know if this if i did this correctly but here's my listener tale i thought you were still talking i mean me too me too they wanted ghost whisperer and i gave courage the cowardly dog it's about my ex who was dating me when uh but was involved with four four other people at the same time, except they were dead.
So, wow. Both of us just go, wow.
Wow. Let's go. So, Listener Tale.
They wanted Ghost Whisperer, but got Courage the Cowardly Dog instead.
Yeet. That show used to scare the shit out of me when I was little.
Yeah. Ghost Whisperer or Courage the Cowardly Dog?
Actually, I used to love Ghost Whisperer.
Oh, damn. It used to be on at like six o 'clock after all my other programs. I never watched it.
that's Jennifer Love Puert right it is it's a girl it was like it was like a drama because there was always like a sad reason why they couldn't cross over oh yeah of course there's one specific episode that I will never forget where this guy died it was like a football player and he died because like another football player collided in just the right spot of his chest make his heart go poof and it's called a certain thing and it's real and it's one of my biggest fears yeah I mean don't play football I mean, you never have to tell me that Even when I played in high school on the powder puff thing
I just walked the sidelines really No one wanted me to be there It's fine Well, this says Hi you ghoulish gals, I am Kaylin You can wholeheartedly use my name Because anyone who knows me knows that I am a creepy freak And I am more than okay with that I love your vibe I wanted to start off with you You two are insanely amazing And what you do not only brightens many people's days but opens a lot of hearts and eyes to horrible and morbid cases that need to be spoken of more.
Thank you. I would spend more time loving on you, but sadly I have some trauma and that stops me from being all mushy -gushy.
And instead, I show my love by being a total smartass with sarcastic comments.
Are you from New England?
I was going to say, that's great.
I spend my days listening to you.
I'm a mail carrier, so all I do is hand out bills and gruesome facts all day long.
You're welcome, folks who have come in contact with me.
I would listen to you guys when I am home, but my husband says I watch and listen to too many, quote, how -to -kill -your -husband -and -get -away -with -it podcasts and shows.
I like to keep him on his toes.
Also, I frequently say fresh air is for dead people because it makes it a good reason as to why my hermit ass stays inside every chance I can, but I digress.
Anywho, this tale is about how I dated an ass -juice of a human who brought more people into our relationship than just us, and all of them were dead.
Yep, hold on to all your cheeks.
It gets creepy, chaotic, and it's just an all -around horror story from beginning to end.
Okay. I will state that I am very, very in touch with the spiritual side.
Since I was young, I was able to speak to and see people who are not alive anymore.
I also knew things about people without realizing I should not.
I told my uncle that his girlfriend was going to try and kill him.
I was five. And yes, she in fact did try to kill him.
So he thought maybe that was a good time to call it quits.
Probably. I guess having a shit picker runs in our family or something.
i told my mom things about her her past i shouldn't have never known and i told my dad about the woman who was going to die by suicide below his apartment and she did as well five days after i left for christmas break so yeah damn the thing is the older i got the more i cut myself off from it because i am a total and utter wuss you're not a wuss that's just like very overwhelming and very intense like i don't even like talking to people who are alive why would Would I want to socialize with dead ones, you know?
The thing is, when I drink, there's no cutting it off, and that is a huge part of this story.
That makes sense. Right?
Because you're just like uninhibited.
Yeah. So I started dating this dumpster fire of a man when my life was at an all -time low because that's what you do when you have abandonment issues, parent issues.
Surprise, I have mommy and daddy issues, so you can call me an all -around winner because I got the two -for -one deal on shitty sperm and egg donors.
Girl, I got the same one!
Except my dad's half art, right?
I'm so sorry about those deals.
and you know what you are a winner because that was not your fault yeah you got dealt some shit cards you just had to be here yeah you're the winner here okay winner winner chicken chicken mother fucking dinner we will call this guy x it's funny because it goes off of his name and he's my ex ha ha ha yeah we saw each other twice before he asked me to move states away with him Of course, because I do everything I shouldn't.
I have to do it just to make sure I shouldn't.
I told you, trauma.
So I gather a suitcase of my things and move across states with this guy.
Things seemed off from the very beginning.
He was in the military and lived off base.
The day we got to his house, he left to go in the field.
The house was nice, but I just couldn't shake the feeling of it having a really dark presence to it.
At night, lights would go on and off.
The TV would blare at three o 'clock almost every single night.
He had this huge mirror that sat across from the bed, and it gave me the chills every time I looked at it.
I hated being alone there.
Not supposed to have a mirror at the foot of your bed.
You always tell me that.
Actually, there's a mirror at the foot of your bed, isn't there?
It's off to the side.
It's still at the foot of your bed.
You should actually move that.
Why? What is the hole in that?
It's like a whole portal.
But isn't it a portal no matter where it is in the room?
There's some reason why if it's at the end.
I don't know if it's like a feng shui thing or something like that.
i think it's feng shui more than a but that's like spiritual too is it yeah all i know is i don't like it i don't know where else to put it i mean it looks good where it is but i'm like i don't know maybe that's why there's a second you bitch maybe i've created a portal with my put it back where it was before it looked fine there but that's also right to the side of the end of the bed way less close though i don't know this this feels nitpicky of the of the spiritual realm damn hey they're like if i bet they would be nitpicky though five centimeters to the right then it's okay but if i'm facing
it laugh now like i don't know i won't be laughing when you get dragged off to a weird portal in the middle of nowhere damn do you see i said i wouldn't be laughing but damn what the fuck i didn't know that was supposed to happen i don't know what happens i'll move it slightly to the side you should to make you feel better thanks i'll do do that for you you should put it like we can talk about your mirror later no let's talk about it now guys where do i put my motherfucking mirror she'll take instagram votes later yeah tell me send me dms where do i put my mirror and comment on this on this episode
uh post yeah there you go my dogs are speaking about it right now i think you should get rid of it and move treats there They're like, I don't know.
I like looking at myself.
So I hated being alone there, but I also know he would be home soon.
So yay, he comes back home three days later and surprises me with a bottle of tequila.
I was like, oh sir, don't tempt me with a good time.
We started taking that bottle down like it was the last bottle of water we had and dying in the desert.
I mean, it's unhealthy, but your girl could throw it back then.
Now I just throw up.
I got drunk and then I started to sense there was more to this apartment than just being dark he was he was dark he had this horrible thing that was attached to him and I could feel it I could feel her that night I felt and saw a gray thin woman watching us from the hallway a gray thin woman watching you from the hallway you say that sounds like it follows I hate that that's exactly what that sounds I hate that watching us from the ceiling so watching watching him mostly my like from the ceiling I'd be like you get your eyes somewhere else bitch I would say you can have him goodbye I'm leaving
Drew she doesn't mean it no not no this man's is dark throw this man's to the curb if it was Drew I would oh I'd square up an old grave that's what I'm saying I'm like if this was me I'd be like let's go bitch I don't know I was thinking of like like past like shitty people oh yeah take them you can take my ex go right ahead take him into the shadow realm with you hey weirdos you know ash and i have covered some seriously dark tales about romance gone really wrong oh yeah there are so many cases where too good to be true turns out to be exactly that.
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All right, so yeah, thin gray woman watching from the hallway, watching from the ceiling, watching him mostly but she knew i could feel her around us why do you how do you know what she knows this the best visual i can give is if the grudge girl was in all black and white oh my god i hate it when you said the best visual that's that's the worst visual actually i told him what i was feeling and that she had made her presence known to me and he stopped and just stared at me i thought he thought i was crazy but instead he told me since he was a little boy he had an attachment his family who practices
santeria tried to do everything they could to protect him from it but this succubus wouldn't let him go everyone go google what a succubus is that's the ghost that fucks you right googles she looks so serious that means she was like i'm correct right leave it in oh man that's that kind of ghost that kind of ghost and now that i was there she was angrier than ever again i would say you could have him i gotta go we went to bed that night and i was awoken to death -curdling screams in my ears.
It was as if my brain was screaming.
Whoa. When I shot up out of bed, he was sitting up just looking at me.
I asked him, X, did you hear that?
Nothing. I asked again.
He just kept staring at me and didn't even blink once.
I had chills all over my body.
I looked at him and realized it was as if he had turned to stone.
No movement. I couldn't even tell if he was breathing.
So I started shaking him, pleading with him to wake up and acknowledge what What the fuck just happened?
He never did. He sat there for two hours and never moved.
Plenty of time for you to book a plane ticket and get the fuck out of there.
Get out of there. I am not making this up.
I wish I was, but that will live with me till I die.
It was the first time I ever felt truly helpless and fearful of what the paranormal world could do.
Yeah, I bet. I stayed there with him till he laid down and went back to his normal sleep.
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even put together what the actual fuck was happening.
Did I dream this? was i that drunk no it just got worse when we he would leave for the field i would be awoken to the same scream i hate the scream i hate a scream and one night while i laid there i saw in that stupid hauntingly creepy but beautiful mirror a shadow crossed behind me mind you the bed was against the wall there was nowhere for someone to cross behind me i jumped out of bed and told whoever was there to leave they were not welcome i cried i straight up cried for hours trying to turn on the tv never helped they would just turn it back off that would piss me off yeah i love the office
it's like what calms me i have to have the tv on i'd be really irritated if i was trying to get my cozy mood and they were like no silence it is that sounds like like the the we i'll let you read the rest of this because it sounds like um poltergeist like yeah because it says they would just turn it back off they would blast the volume they would shake the bed shake the sofa every time he came back home.
He was different, more angry at me for things.
I wasn't allowed to use certain cups or plates.
He told me that I, what I could and couldn't eat.
He told me how to wear my hair and how to dress.
It became a nightmare all around me.
I'm so sorry. I know he'd leave. And though it sucked to be alone, I almost felt like I had some time to breathe till the ghost stepped back into play.
And yes, multiple. The more sad I became, the more I would drink.
I know, I know. I'm a healthy cop.
I'm a healthy copper.
Zero out of 10 would recommend i think coper probably but sometimes you do what you think you got to do well one night of drinking myself to sleep i got a text from mr wasted space and he tells me i need to be out the next day that his leader found out he was dating someone and living with them while he was still married your girl your girl lost it after going on a full -blown hunt to find his said wife i messaged her i told her i had no idea and that i was heartbroken for her more than anyone after us girls banding together because that's what the fuck you do good for you i kept drinking that night
because that's not what you do and i let every single wall down i started writing everything i felt and everyone who came to me the succubus stayed back but let herself be known then an older woman came forward long black hair and definitely not a fan of mine she told me she She was his grandmother and did not approve of me being with him.
Another stepped forward, a soldier.
He was young and extremely protective over me.
He told me I was safe, but I needed to leave immediately.
And then another man, mid -40s maybe, and had drowned in a lake nearby.
He told me he had two children and a wife not even five miles away from where I was.
I was writing scribbles everywhere, trying to coherently take in all their stories.
Ten pages of stuff.
definitely looks like a doctor wrote it because it was my loosey -goosey writing stage of half cursive and half who knows what the fuck it is these spirits came to me looking for the ghost whisperer and I straight up gave them drunken courage the cowardly dog not my best moment but definitely not my worst the next day I gathered my things and left the hell house I will say while moving my things out I took every fork but one and also took the microwave plate the microwave Microwave plate.
That's fucking genius.
That is amazing. To take the microwave plate as a power move, I have never known.
The power moves are power moves.
Like that is... Wow.
The microwave plate, because that's going to hit.
Yeah. That's going to...
And that's going to hit in a moment.
Just like, oh, I wanted those ramen noodles so bad.
The worst guy in a moment.
The worst moment. I'm not a petty person usually, but I was horrifically hungover and feeling a little spicy that day.
No, good for you. Also, the dick shit deserved it.
and those forks belonged to his wife to begin with, so whatever, fuck that.
I left my chicken scratch notes right on top of the kitchen counter that I took down the night before and without skipping a beat, he called me that night when he came back to the house.
He said, what was his name?
The soldier, what was his name?
I told him it was John.
The man started to cry.
I mean, could barely speak.
I soon figured out a lot that night.
The succubus that had followed him around was due to him playing with a Ouija board when he was very young.
He had become possessed.
His family members had cast spells of protection on him and it seemed to help until his grandmother had passed away his grandmother was the older woman I spoke to that night when she passed he said the succubus clung to him and never let go of him after that the soldier I spoke to was a guy he was in the military with one day they had switched places on a humvee and it sadly hit an IED the side my ex was supposed to be on got hit the hardest and ended up with John losing his life that day ex always blamed himself with that That feeding at him, it only ever fueled his succubus more.
He told me he never had dreams, only nightmares, and always felt like his mind and body were at two different places at night.
He was happy to hear John was still there and making sure everyone was safe.
That's all he ever did for X when they were serving together.
Wow. Now the mid -40s man he had no idea about.
Didn't know him, but did hear about an accidental drowning the year he moved there.
The wife and two children were begging to help find him.
they did shortly after when his body was recovered two miles away from our house with all that being said i did get my shit together and ended up marrying my best friend three years later we have two beautiful children and i couldn't ask for a better husband and father oh that makes me really happy that's incredible i sometimes wish i never had to go through that but man am i glad to be married to a preacher's son who never once been possessed yay for me to add dad my three -year -old son is just like i am poor guy he tells me about the man in our house He has woken me up to point at the wall and ask,
who's that? I debated on selling him on Etsy because, you know, he's homemade and you'll never get more money.
And you'll get more money that way.
But he also started talking about my grandmother.
I debated selling him on Etsy because, you know, he's homemade.
That's incredible. You'll get more money that way.
But he also started talking about my grandmother a day after she passed.
He tells me how she sits on the sofa with us and watches TV.
be. So I guess I'll just keep my little Ghostbusters.
Thank you, ladies, and congratulations on all you two have done and will continue to accomplish.
Keep it weird, but don't keep it this weird. Take it away, Ash.
Keep it so weird, but not so weird that you sell your son on Etsy.
Even if he is homemade.
Even if he is homemade.
Wow. I love. Wow. Oh my God.
That was great. Amazing.
All right. We have one last listen a tale for you today.
It's listener tales regarding episode 424 and caster nannies and kids who talk to ghosts um hi screams canada like france my name like france like france my name is let me see caitlin i think right yeah caitlin you can say it but you already did so you're welcome i love that but you already did all right let me go to the beautiful the beautiful oh it's the same thing and it says but you already did so you're welcome for a weird and brief period of my life I lived in Hamilton the waterfall capital of the world and went to college with Tim Bosma's niece a few years after the evil onion events took
place safe to say the community will never recover I was driving when I heard this episode and it was 10 .58 when I stopped it to listen when I had computer access you pronounce Kijiji and Etobicoke I think it is correctly hell yeah something about a truck is a country song by kip moore and you were so close on the words but it's farmer's field not tan close oh so close fill in many various compliments i love yous and i'm grateful for yous here i love you and i'm grateful for you i love you and i'm grateful for you too on to the story when i was eight my nanny my maternal grandmother passed away
suddenly and unexpectedly she was so funny she taught me how to craft and sew she played a mean game of cards and made a magical root beer float i want a root beer float so badly now oh they're so good oh she loved angels apples and having her face tickled to sleep by her granddaughters oh my god what a grandma i know at christmas time she filled five foot tall stockings for the grandkids that's amazing and would let us stay up late long as she got a foot massage out of the deal that's a boss bitch right there yeah it is losing her was tough for all of us i'm sorry 23 years later my mom still
thinks about picking up up the phone to call her and i never take for granted being able to call my mama oh i had the odd spooky dream about her when i was young but never encountered her spirit until after she passed my nephew h who was born 11 years after she was already gone however got to meet his great nan through ghost tea parties oh my god for a few days i know this is great for a few days he was sitting or standing near a corner of my sister's living room and babbling away my sister asked who he was speaking to and he would always say nanny buckley nobody in our family ever really called
her that because she was just Nanny to us.
But had she been with us to see great grandchildren come into the world, that's what she would have been called.
My mom was very excited to be Nanny to her own grandkids.
It freaked my sister out, but she let it go because it didn't make any sense.
My poppy, Roy, was having some health issues, and my sister was spending extra time with him.
On a particularly hard day, H said to my sister, Nanny Buckley says hi back.
back here's where my sister started to pay attention because she would uh she talks aloud to my nanny when she's in her car alone so hearing her three -year -old say your dead grandma says hi back was slightly alarming a little bit he continued to have tea parties with her and would occasionally pass on a hello h and i hung out one day while my sister took my poppy to the hospital for test results the diagnosis was cancer and the prognosis was not good they returned home and my sister happily chatted away with my nephew pretending her world hadn't just been shattered Our bad ass mom was a single
hard working mom to four kids.
Our nanny and poppy helped raise us and lived with us for most of our lives.
So he was a best friend, a rock and the glue to all of us.
She asked H if he had tea with his nanny and very knowingly without knowing anything at all because my sister was holding it so together and I didn't even know the news yet.
Said no, she was with poppy today.
He really needed her.
Oh my God. Stop. He had the odd encounter with her after that, but it didn't last too long.
The bond he had with my Poppy was unbreakable.
In the few short years they had together, they created a true lifetime of memories of going for quote unquote coffee.
Oh my God, stop. Coffee for Pop, watered down hot chocolate, and a Timbit for the kid.
A Timbit is a tiny donut hole, but way better from Tim Hortons.
Fishing in every season, watching old Western movies, and playing with the tickle monster, Poppy's hand of course.
This was a favorite of ours when we were little too.
Oh my God, I love your nanny and Poppy.
I know. no eight months after his diagnosis h came to visit him at my mom's house where he was being taken care of they had their mostly silent visit and left a minute later h busted back through my parents door through his his little arms around poppy and told him he loved him within a few hours my nanny and poppy were finally reunited after too many years of him being so lost without her oh our world will never feel like home without them but i hope they're happy wherever they are my nephew is 12 now doesn't see ghosts and doesn't think I'm cool anymore anyways keep it weird but not so weird
that you let your nephew have tea parties with ghosts or maybe do Caitlin from Screams Canada from Canada attached to her photos of my poppy and my nephew my poppy and I my nanny with my siblings and I I had to crop it because it was the 90's and nobody was wearing a shirt my now husband just like a bunch of pictures I love that that.
Oh my God. Let me see.
Your poppy is exactly what I thought he would be.
Oh I see them now. I couldn't see them at first. Oh my God he's so sweet.
What a cutie patootie.
Oh. Oh I love these pictures.
Oh my God I love them.
Oh. Oh your poppy is just so such a grandpa.
Such a poppy. Like he's such a poppy.
Oh. I just love it.
Wow. That was a great story.
That was a perfect one to end on.
oh man thank you for that Caitlin you guys are the best you guys rule better than the rest that was a great batch I liked that one what a fascinating batch I know what was the common scene there really wasn't I kind of like that when that happens well we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird but not so weird that somebody sees a ghost version of you in your house because you're still alive and that would be so scary definitely don't keep it so weird that you babysit for a cold butted killer or even if you don't know because oh my god scary scary scary do keep it so weird that you
have a kid who has ghost tea parties because I love that one and honestly maybe keep it so weird that you steal somebody's microwave plate because I love that that's the best kind of petty bye If you like Morbid, you can listen early and ad -free right now by joining Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts.
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