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Hey weirdos, I am Katie Herron. And I am Khaleesi.
And this is Morbid. Just kidding. You're probably so confused if you didn't go to the Bleeding Hearts Ball.
But guess what? You don't have to be because tickets are still available and you can...
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Whoa, look at that plug right up front. It was just a really fun show to be honest.
It really was a fun show. It was a lot of fun.
It was fun to get all dressed up again. It was.
I loved getting all dressed up. Any excuse for a costume and some ghost stories about dead brides?
Yeah, and we decided to donate all of the proceeds to some Black Lives Matter charities Yes, because it's in honor of Black History Month.
If you go check out the show you can find out which ones those were that we decided.
And we'll post later. Yeah, we'll post it just so you guys know yeah but just know where your money's going yeah so it's a good good good good thing Now, we are doing listener tales today because we haven't done one for February.
And, man, it's been, like... preparing for the show it's been a crazy week yeah and i have a two-parter coming up that the Patreons chose.
So we figured we would just give a little break in between with some listener tales.
Yeah, so next week you're actually going to get three episodes because Elaine, are you doing both parts next week?
Yeah, because I don't want to make you wait.
Yeah, you're doing both parts, and then I already have my thing done, so we'll do my...
Episode two. So you'll get one of those ad free.
Yeah. One of them is going to be an ad free bonus episode just because.
I love you. Yeah. And you guys are rad and we appreciate your support.
So we want to gift you as much as we can. yeah uh but yeah so this is a fun one we've already i've taken a look at them and these are gonna be good I saw, I think we both ended up picking like three each.
Yeah, I think we did. So, you know, it's like crime countdown, you know, three, you're bringing three to the table and I haven't seen them and vice versa.
And now we're going to find out. Yes. I think that's all we have for business too.
I literally can't think of anything else.
No more business. Should be like rock, paper, shoot live.
Rock, paper, shoot. Yes. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Oh, my God.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Oh, okay, you win.
Oh, I won. Did you guys love that? We have the same tactics.
I keep it like rock for the first two. Yeah, that's what I do.
And then I'll change to paper. But then I get nervous because if you keep it for two, sometimes people catch on and they throw a paper to cover you.
Yeah. You guys know. You guys are rock, paper, scissors, shoot. pros so you know all right well you won that vicious round so you go ahead All right, let's see.
So I think I'm going to pick, my first one is going to be How my sister got her extra-toed cat from a murderer.
I mean, how could you not pick that? There's a photo of this cat and I'm going to ask if we can post it because it's the most adorable cat.
I didn't even see the picture. I love it.
So if you are listening, yeah. His paws are so fast. fucking huge oh wait until you find out how many toes this cat has many many toes oh my god i feel bad for her okay all these Plants too, like go off.
So we'll see if we can post this because it's a really good one.
Imagine cutting this cat's nails. You don't have cats.
I was going to say I don't have cats, so I don't even know.
Hi, Ash. Hi, Elena. My name is Heather and you are welcome to use mine and any other names in this story.
Thank you, Heather. Hi, Heather. Also, Heather, is it okay if we post that picture?
Let us know. We'll email her. My sister Charlie, yes, the one with the extra toed cat, introduced me to Morbid by making me listen to the Toy Box Killer episode.
Yeah, that's real fucked up because we grew up in New Mexico and had no idea about. what flaming bucket of buttholes ever resided in our home state.
Also, we used to have flaming bucket of buttholes.
I love it. picture that also we used to have lake days on elephant butte lake near the Toy Box Killer's house where he possibly dumped his victims.
Oh, shit. And that just attests to my rational fear that there are always dead bodies in lakes and you should never swim in them.
I totally agree with that. Oh, see, I think lakes are so, I mean, there's definitely lots of dead bodies in lakes.
100%. But they're also so peaceful and I love swimming in a lake.
I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum.
I'm with you. Uncle Tim's house. Yeah. That lake is gorgeous.
Heather, I'm with you. I don't swim in any lakes.
You don't. I can attest to that. I can confirm.
I'm a freaking mermaid up in those lakes.
Anyways, I was immediately. hooked on your podcast because you guys are so sweet hilarious super good at research and have sailor mouths like me which will not be displayed in this story because I told my innocent mother I'd let her know if my story made it on the podcast so she could listen, lol.
Oh, I'll try to keep mine in check for this story.
Yeah, me too. you both are and I feel like I'm just chatting with my BFFs about gruesome murders when listening.
I love that. You are our BFF. You are. And I always love when people say that because I'm like, yes.
Yeah, we just want it to be chill vibes.
That's what we're doing. Chill vibes only.
Needless to say, I've become a huge supporter of you both and I've already bought two of your items from Murder Apparel that I love.
Elena, you even inspired my husband to possibly become an autopsy tech. because he was working towards a nursing degree but realized dealing with the dead instead of chatty patients is much more suitable for his personality.
Okay. That's fucking me. Oh, damn. I already sucked at that.
Yeah, it's okay. fudging amazing that's fuking amazing that's so cool and that's like the fourth time we've heard that at the meet and greet last night there was at least two or three people that were like i'm gonna go either like love that be like a forensic like pathologist Wow.
It makes my heart sore. Making a difference.
I love that. That makes my heart sore. And good luck.
And that's amazing. You can do it. Now, on to the story of how my nephew cat became a part of my family.
I love it. Ever since our childhood cat had passed away, Charlie had been bugging my parents to let her get a new cat.
At the time, my parents owned a tire store and one day one of their employees brought a young cat to work. and told my dad that he could take the cat if he wanted it.
And if not, he would just put it outside his house to feed the coyotes. that's fucked up, Franklin and Lux, please close your ears.
And also, in parentheses, I know, so sad and really messed up.
He was basically like, you have to Take this cat.
Take this cat or I'm going to kill it. Well, my dad made a cage out of a shopping cart in the garage of the tire store and put the cat there.
He then called Charlie and told her he had a cat that she could have if she wanted it, but he wasn't sure she would because there was something wrong with it.
Just FYI, my dad was joking and always makes dark slash messed up jokes about our pets and such. but is actually a total softie when it comes to animals and is a huge reason why Charlie and I are such animal lovers and spoil our pets so much.
That sounds like my dad, too. Yep. He, like, talks a lot of shit, and then he's literally...
The most like my like Bailey and him have a bond.
That no one has ever seen. Like no other.
And he was the first one when John and I wanted to get Bailey, he was like, you know, I don't need to be taking care of a dog.
I already had one. I'm not doing this. And now. he dies when she comes over oh yeah and bailey just like melts into a puddle on top of him Bailey will smell Papa coming from down the street.
I swear to God, I'll be at Elena's house when my grandparents come over.
And she also has this specific barcode. She starts to squeal when she knows he's near.
It's a literal squeal and her butt wiggles so much. so hard that I'm always scared she's going to like break a hip.
She gets so excited. So I totally understand that.
And Papa always goes. Oh, Bubsy. Yes, every time.
When the girls were little, Alina's girls, if you asked them, what does Papa say?
They'd go... Whoa, Bubsy. That's just some wholesome content that you can't get anywhere else.
Exclusive. But yeah, so Heather, I totally I know who your dad is now.
Like, I get him. I see it. I totally get it.
So yeah, so her dad's a total softie, of course.
Of course, Charlie was so excited and rushed to the store to get her new fur baby.
She goes to see the cat and what was supposedly wrong with it, but immediately knew that nothing was actually wrong with him.
He simply was polydactyl, meaning he has extra toes.
He has 28 toes to be exact. What the fuck?
Fuck, how? Also tied with the world record cat for most toes.
Wow. What a freaking honor. That's crazy.
That's amazing. And he was given the appropriate name, Thumbs.
Oh my God, with a Z. With a Z. She took thumbs home and they became instant best friends.
Oh my god. Well, a little while later, the employee that gave us thumbs was still working for my parents and one day, they got the terrible news that this repulsive piece of human garbage had chased down and stopped his ex girlfriend's car with his own and shot her in the chest before turning the gun on himself.
Why? Why? He took this poor woman away from her loved ones and left their seven year old son parentless.
Oh gosh. From what I have gone back and read, they were going through a custody battle at the time over the child, and she was trying to get a paternity test.
I'm not sure of all the facts regarding that situation though, so I cannot speak much on the details.
My heart breaks for her friends and family, especially for her son.
Oh, me too. And I can only hope that they are all thriving now.
My dad later told me he got a weird feeling when this employee lost it at work one day and was looking for a reason to fire him at the time.
Wow. Wow. I know it's, it's really hard to fire someone.
Yeah. I remember when I worked at a salon, there was like a really big situation going on and like this girl needed to be fired, but my boss, who I worked so closely with, was like, you don't understand.
The hoops you have to jump through. Yeah.
You have to like talk to lawyers and shit most of the time.
Because it's very easy to turn around and sue for wrongful firing.
Right. Now that I've probably made you very sad, I will tell you how great Thumbs' life has turned out after his rough start.
He lived in New Mexico for quite a few years before being the biggest, baddest cat in the neighborhood.
Charlie and him then moved to Oregon where he became a calm, sunbathing, plant loving hippie cat.
Yes. where his days running the streets were merely memories.
They now live in Hawaii... where he spends his days looking out at his ocean view and being a loving big brother to his new sister cat.
Oh my God. Charlie and I often joke about his past running the streets of New Mexico.
Saving him from hungry coyotes and residing with a murderous man.
Yeah. Thanks so much for reading my story.
My sister and I are full of wild stories because New Mexico is a cray cray place to grow up.
I believe so. Maybe we will write you some listener tales together to send in one day.
I hope you do or if you already have i hope we find them yes uh keep it weird sending y'all a ghost hug you can't feel it but it's there Oh, I love you.
Virtual hugs. I love this. P.S. I attached an article with the murder and a pic of the handsome thumbs.
Also, his Instagram is... Okay. Okay, guys, are you ready?
I literally just... Did you just see me?
Ash just grabbed her phone. At Thumbs the Cat.
And that's Thumbs, T-H-U-M-B-Z. The Cat.
If you can't help but want to see more of this big old paws.
Oh my god, he's adorable. Guys, go look at Thumbs the Cat because he's...
It's everything you need. He is living his best life.
Oh, I love that he has his own Instagram.
So I'm assuming we can post this picture because he has an Instagram.
It's the first picture on his Instagram.
Can I like share it to my Instagram right now?
Yes. Oh my God. thumbs the cat oh heather thank you so much for that that was so needed that was so This week has been the most mercury and retrograde week.
And it was just like that just soothed my soul.
Yeah, I'm a Gemini, so ask me how I feel about merging retrograde.
It's really messing with a lot of people.
It is. I've been listening to the Sexy Unique podcast, which I mention it a lot.
Go listen to it. I know. Actually, I will like listen to it when I'm in the car with you.
And I'm always like, I need to remember this when I'm by myself.
It's the SUP podcast, like S-U-P. It's with Laura Shanghals and Carrie O'Donnell.
And I follow Carrie on Twitter. He's a really good Twitter follow.
He's an amazing follow and I think they're... they're so our people yeah and they've been fighting against mercury and retrograde this week so i feel like a kindred with them yeah So go listen to them because they're awesome.
She has an amazing Patreon too. Oh, really?
She has amazing bonus episodes. Oh, perfect.
And we donate to it so I can listen to that too.
We do, yeah, because I donate to it. But yeah.
So just plug in that because they're really good.
I love that. Awesome. They probably don't need our plug, but I mean, whatever.
I want to plug no matter what. All right.
My next one is called If I Only Knew What You Would Do in the Future, written by a brat child.
Hey, weirdos. My name is Brat. This place I will mention in this story is a super small community of just 900 people.
So even though I no longer live there, I would rather just not put my name on.
I feel you. Yeah, that's totally understandable.
I am by no means a writer, but I think you guys will enjoy this particular brand of weird.
My family moved to Gore, Oklahoma in 1998.
What a name. And that's what drew me into this. gonna say go i didn't even know that existed i didn't either gore oklahoma as soon as i started i was like well put that into the folder oh yeah So I was seven at the time and was already so sad to leave the only place I had ever known for this backwoods monstrosity.
I was the adventurous child and I didn't mind the woods part as much as I minded being by myself most of the time.
My mom quickly secured a job at a restaurant not far from my new home called The Steakhouse.
I bet you can't guess what they sold there.
Chicken. Yes, obviously. To give a small background into why the events unfolded as they did, I feel it necessary to start with my new home.
The house was on two acres and super tiny.
My dad was a retired Vietnam vet and still suffered lingering effects from his three tours in Nam.
Wow. Yeah, that will do something to you.
My dad's a Vietnam vet. Yeah, my grandpa.
He was very medicated and would sleep for what seemed like 20 hours a day.
He was violent and even though he never hurt me personally, he didn't treat my mother to the same courtesy.
Oh. He would tell anyone who would listen that, quote, there are only two women in my life I haven't hit. my mother and my daughter.
Jesus. Wow. That's quite a proclamation.
So he was a peach. This being said, he couldn't hold down a job so my mom was hoofing it on that front.
She would go to work and leave me at home but I was so afraid to wake up my dad that I would make her come get me and bring me to her job.
Brat child, I know. That's not even bratty.
I know, that's just sad. Yeah, you were just like nervous.
So this is where I met James Kidwell, I believe is how you say it. who at the time was a cook at the steakhouse.
Now Jimmy, as I called him, was kind to me. he was super tall like seven foot excuse me six foot seven and 209 pounds.
And then she wrote in parentheses, I looked it up.
I was going to say that is a very specific.
He was 209 pounds, I think, around. Just about.
Yeah. Also six foot seven. Yeah. How tall is Ed Kemper again?
He was, I don't remember. I'm going to look it up now.
I think he's like right around there. He's a little taller than that, I think.
Okay. He might be 6'8". I think, I don't know.
Anyways, I can remember once that when I was being a kid running... 6'9".
Oh, 6'9". Yeah. Damn. I can remember once that I was being a kid running around the kitchen of this establishment.
Again, Bradchild. He accidentally spilled hot grease from the fire on the back of my legs.
That will... like hurt so so badly. And that must have destroyed him.
Well. Like. He was so upset. He actually cried when he told my mom what happened.
I don't blame him. I can also remember him picking me up by my feet and swinging me upside down quite a bit.
Keep in mind, I did not fear this person as a child.
Now to the juicy bit. My mom and I moved away after two years back to our original town and left my dad in Gore.
The steakhouse closed its doors and we didn't really think much of it. until as a teenager i was watching forensic files with my mom and james kidwell showed up as an I asked my mom if this was the same guy because my child brain only vaguely recognized him.
She said, yep, I believe so. He had raped and killed a woman in Tulsa.
He also killed her husband or ex-husband.
I can't remember, but it doesn't stop there.
He torched the house with them inside and then shot the guy who stopped to report the fire.
Holy wow. Whoa. He was arrested, obviously, because he had went on a date with that poor lady and when she refused to sleep with him.
Oh, and she refused to sleep with him. He was highly recognizable because of his size anyway.
What? Whoa. You should look him up. He's not a serial killer per se, but he is a crap human.
He's in prison without parole and from what I read, they haven't treated him well.
He's lost all of his teeth. He only had 14 to start with.
And he tried to apply for dentures, but they declined his application because he eats just fine and has gained 50 pounds. so they didn't want to use taxpayer money on him.
And to that I say, thank you, you stingy bitches. anyway I had no way of knowing the same gentle giant of my childhood would be capable of something so horrendous It's not even the only story I have of meeting a killer, but that's another ballgame.
Write another email. Okay. lol i hope you enjoyed this story i love listening to you both and even if you don't pick this i'm glad i got to tell someone who wouldn't judge me like it's contagious or something for being in close contact with these crap humans.
So, keep it weird, but not so weird that you totally just use all... Oh my god, I got started over. but not so weird that you totally just lose all common decency and turn from the jolly green giant into the psycho-murdering giant of nightmares.
Never keep it that weird. Thanks for reading.
Wow. That's nuts. I also just looked it up real quick and the first article that came said toothless murderer loses bid for dentures.
That was the first thing that came up and I was like, all right, I want to see him.
There it is. That's nuts. That's nuts. Toothless murderer.
That's fucked up. Wow, thank you brat. Thank you, you little brat.
Thank you, you little brat. That's truly outrageous.
Oh wow, he's like terrifying. Truly, truly, truly, truly, truly outrageous.
Truly, truly, truly. That's nuts. Wow. Oh, wow.
He really changed. He sure did. And from 2004 to 2018, he looks like a totally different person.
So my next one is going to be called... Murder Conviction Without a Body.
Oh. Okay. Hi, Elena Nash. Hello. My name is Megan.
And I'm ready to tell you the story of what happened to my cousin, Courtney Hoag.
Hoag? Hague? Hogue? I would say Hogue. Hogue, right?
Courtney was born about nine months before me, so we were essentially Irish twins, but of the cousin sort.
Yeah. We spent the first nine or so years of our lives living not far from each other in Long Beach, California. where we spent summers at the beach and swimming in our grandmother's pool.
We attended school and Girl Scouts together, had sleepovers all the time, and spent every holiday with each other's families.
We were inseparable. If I wore pink, she wore purple.
If my baby doll had blonde hair, hers had brown hair.
You get the idea. The summer before sixth grade, my family moved from Southern California to the Pacific Northwest, and Courtney and I grew apart.
While I was focused on academics and performing arts, she drifted towards the wrong crowd and wound up getting pretty heavily into drugs.
Oh no. It broke my heart and while I tried to keep in contact through letters and phone calls, we quickly realized we had less and less in common.
I hate when that happens. I know. Everybody is like, you know, a lot of people have had that happen, so I totally get it.
Even just with like close friends. Yeah, it just like drifts.
You realize you're just not the same people anymore.
By the time I graduated high school in 2002, I hadn't heard from her in quite some time.
I joined the military shortly thereafter and moved frequently because that's life in the military.
And by 2009, I was stationed in Kodiak, Alaska, about a week before my birthday in September that year.
My mom called me at my desk, something she rarely did unless it was an emergency, and asked if I was sitting down.
Uh-oh. That's never good. I could tell she was upset.
She told me that she had just heard from my uncle, her younger brother. that they think that Courtney had been killed by her boyfriend.
Oh, no. I collapsed I couldn't believe what I was hearing I quickly booked a fight home to meet up with my mom in Washington and then a flight for both of us to fly to California to meet up with my aunts, uncle, and grandfather.
As it turns out, at a party a couple of weeks before, a few of Courtney's friends were there.
One of them looked visibly upset, so her friend asked what was wrong, and she said that she had just come back from Arizona where she thought she saw Courtney dead in a hotel room what and that it was a man named christopher russo's fault Her friend said she had to tell someone.
Well, it's like, I think I saw someone dead and I think I know exactly whose fault it is.
But here I am at this party. What the fuck?
Let's party, I guess. Like, what the fuck?
That's so messed up. well her friend said she had to tell someone good friend but the friend said she was too scared that Christopher would do something to her if she told the police oh that's so horrible yeah Did you know that parents rank financial literacy as the number one most difficult life skill to teach?
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Instead, she wrote a written confession and turned it over to her friend along with a plastic tub of Courtney's clothes.
This is very bizarre. That tub contained bloody clothing and a man's glove?
What the fuck? I'm sorry, what? The friend immediately took it to my uncle, who informed police and then called my mom and grandfather.
My aunt, her mom, still didn't know. Oh my God.
What? When my mom and I landed in Long Beach, we met up with my uncle, grandfather, and my mom's middle sister to go tell my aunt what had happened to her daughter oh no when she opened the door and saw all of us she knew immediately what was going on She told us that it wasn't strange for Courtney to go missing for weeks on end and that this was the longest she had been gone.
She said she hadn't seen Courtney in almost two months.
She told us that she had come home from work one day in July to find her house was a complete complete mess with tables and chairs overturned and random objects scattered about.
Her dog was visibly shaken. And there was a small trail of blood leading from the bedroom to the front door.
What is happening? Wait, and why did nothing happen?
I'm so stressed out. Okay, the next sentence.
Apparently this was a common occurrence in Courtney and Christopher's relationship.
No, that's not a common... That's not okay.
Like... Oh my god. I'm so stressed out.
But it's like, what is the mom supposed to do?
Like, this is her adult daughter. This is awful.
This is... Wow, this is gut wrenching. What a terrible situation to be in.
He was very controlling and often tried to limit her contact with anyone, especially men.
This comes into play as a factor in her death because Christopher was jealous of her relationship with another man, Juan Orozco?
Orozco? yeah she was also present at the time of courtney's death Or who was also pregnant.
I was like, what? I just said pregnant. Thank you.
Present. So this person was also present at the time of Courtney's death.
Excuse me. From what I was told, the written confession from Courtney's friend described how she had met She had met Christopher and Courtney at a hotel in Temp, where she had allowed Courtney to use her phone.
When Christopher found out that she had told her mom where she was...
He lost his temper and essentially beat the life out of her.
What? Ah, he demanded that her friend leave, which she did for a few hours to give him time to cool off.
Her friend didn't know Courtney was dead at this point, and when she returned to the hotel room, Courtney appeared to be asleep on the floor, but there was blood all around her like that's not christopher oh christopher handed her friend the bin with her clothes and told her to leave Much of the story is detailed in the notes from Christopher's appeal, which she links below.
Wow. By the time my mom and I made it to California, Christopher was already in jail in Orange County on a drug charge.
So we had to wait a while for him to be extradited to Arizona for his murder trial.
Although the Maricopa County Police conducted a thorough search of the area, It is assumed that Christopher dumped her in the Arizona desert.
Oh, my God. And by the time it was brought to anyone's attention, it had been months.
So her body was either lost to the elements or animals.
That being said, it took almost five years for Russo to be brought to trial for what he did to Courtney and Juan.
On September 3, 2014, he was found guilty of felony kidnapping, premeditated murder and felony murder. and then she links it he was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole Since then, he has tried to appeal his conviction and a completely revolting Facebook page has been set up Honestly, Facebook is the worst for everything.
Cesspool. Has been set up in support of his appeal and is named at Free Christopher Russo.
What the fuck? At the date of this email, the page has over 5,600 followers.
Here's a link to his 2016 appeal, which contains details of what really happened that day.
And much to my delight shows that his appeal was officially denied.
Good. Fuck that guy. We've since had a memorial for Courtney, but her mom still struggles with finding closure without having her body.
I can't imagine. I always say that whenever we cover cases where the body is missing.
It's always the worst. That Ashley Young case just immediately pops into my head.
Because... It's two separate things to grieve.
You're grieving the death of your child and then the fact that you have no idea what where this baby is that you brought into the world.
Yeah, and what's happening to... I can't fathom that.
It's too much. We all are so angered that someone could take her away from us like that, and it breaks my heart that my aunt has lost her baby.
I've lost one of my best friends. Even though we had our differences, I still look back at our shared childhood with fondness.
I've attached some pictures of us together twinning.
I'm the one with the straight blonde hair and doing Girl Scout stuff.
This is how I remember her. I'm not sure if this is enough of a story for a full episode, but I hope that you consider featuring it somehow, because her story is one that shouldn't be forgotten amidst the judgment and criticism of Russo's quote-unquote fan base on Facebook.
And I hope that one day he comes to his senses and tells us where she is so that we can have a proper broadcast burial for her thank you so much I love you guys your podcast has gotten me through some of the darkest times and I'm truly grateful for your sisterhood Oh.
Take care. Oh, you just, like... That just made my heart, like... That grabbed my soul, like, that entire thing.
Honestly... Thank you for sharing that with us.
We're so sorry that you lost your cousin.
That's horrific. Like that. That's horrific, and honestly, I can... Let's all send good vibes that he comes to his senses and says where she is, because...
What is the point? Besides torturing a family more.
That's just somebody that's super sick. exactly like not sick in a way you know what you know yeah exactly that's so messed up that's awful Also, you guys were adorable.
I know. You guys are like, I can't. Like, she was beautiful.
Oh, she really was. Okay. This next one is called Yeet Shot in the Chesticle.
Yeah, so we'll bring it back up, I suppose.
I don't know. Maybe... it begins yeet with the headline but all right so hello my name is amy sounds like amy because it's amy with a y oh there you go um I think she said we can use her last name.
Yeah, her last name is Swartz. Almost 14 years ago, I woke up in the hospital after being shot.
I can tell you what being shot feels like. wow it does not initially hurt it feels like a lot of pressure and very hot The pain comes when the adrenaline decreases and your brain finally realizes what has happened.
In my situation, the pain finally came back when people showed up to help me.
It was like my brain told my body, It's okay to feel now and felt I did.
That makes so much sense. Also already you've written this beautifully.
Yeah, you have. I've told this story several times but have never written it down.
The only written record of this are the newspaper articles found online. many in which are wrong because the writer pierced together, excuse me, piece together their own story. or only heard his side of the story, as if his side of the story actually mattered.
I was shot with a .357 revolver May 4th, 2007. by my, even at that time, ex-boyfriend Dustin Dankers in Missoula, Montana.
Please use all names. If you didn't want to be called out, don't fucking do bad things.
It was just a month before my 21st birthday.
June 2nd, Ash. I'm a Gemini too. And a very true one at that.
What, what? The bullet went through my left palm, out my wrist, through my left breast, went between my sternum and my heart through my liver, my diaphragm and my right lung. before stopping between my ribs and skin underneath my right armpit.
Wow. What the fuck? Wow. Oh my, I need a second.
Wow. That is insane. Wow. Ah. Doctors later cut the bullet out and inserted a drainage tube in the same location.
For reference, a .357 bullet is exactly the width I have between my heart and sternum.
I often wonder how I am alive. That is like... That's a huge bullet.
That's some kind of universe intervention there.
Seriously. That is the exact... Wow. Wow.
That's nuts. I'm just shocked. Dusty and I dated for about two years prior to that night We met during our freshman year of college.
I regret so much of that for so many reasons being shot set aside.
We moved in together way too quickly. The story of those two years is very similar to every domestic abuse case.
He threatened me and my family every time we fought.
He isolated me from my friends and my family. told me when I was getting fat, told me that I should be a blonde, had an online girlfriend at one point.
Just your run of the mill, over-controlling piece of garbage that thinks the world owes him and he owns you.
This is horrible. He sounds awesome. I do not think I need to go into too much detail as sadly everyone knows that story.
Fast forward to March 2007. I had been looking for a way out of this relationship for a while.
I would get out and he would rope me back in.
Somehow the stars aligned and my best friend's roommate was moving out of their apartment.
I took that opportunity to move in with her.
Honestly, I don't remember much about that.
I moved my stuff into my roommate's apartment. yeah to my roommate's apartment and he moved in with one of his classmates he was still in college sadly i was not i had almost flunked out due to him I failed Psych 101 because he wouldn't allow me to go to my midterm test or my final the semester before.
All too familiar a story for some. This guy is horrific.
This is horrible. He played many mind games with me. the month of April.
His grandpa passed away and he called me yelling at me asking why I didn't go to the funeral.
Well, that same time, my best friend slash roommate's cousin, a guy we all went to school with, was killed in Iraq by an IED.
Is that how you say that? Yeah. He would show up to our apartment distraught and sad, asking me just to sit with him.
I did for a couple times, but eventually told him he needed to move on.
I do believe he was stalking me for a couple weeks.
I even went as far as looking for footprints in the flower box outside my window.
All my senses were telling me something was going to go very wrong.
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The college rodeo was in town. My roommate's sister and boyfriend came to town for the night."
We planned on going to the rodeo, pre-gaming for Cinco de Mayo.
Oh my God, one of my favorite holidays. And just having fun hanging out.
It had been so long since I was allowed to hang out with my friends because two of us were not 21 yet, I borrowed an ID that said I was 27 from a neighboring small town, ironically matching my best friend's borrowed ID. saying she was 28 and from that same small town.
Those IDs looked nothing like us, but they worked.
We were really ready for a fun night. I have to say I looked smoking that night.
I had on my tight jeans with three inch platforms.
I had. I had to since my borrowed ID said that I was a lot taller than I was.
A black lacy tank with a white button up over the top and a black leather jacket.
Girl. Okay. I was going to say. And she said my makeup was spot on and I had a great hair day.
Good for you. The stars were aligning. I just added that in there.
While out drinking margaritas at the local Mexican restaurant, I started to get a lot of text messages from Dusty.
They were starting to sound frantic and crazy, so I quit responding.
He then replied with, your dog is in the pound.
Since my apartment didn't allow dogs, he had to take the dog he gave me for my birthday the year before.
All part of the control. he used that dog as a pawn many many times the last time was this night Oh, that's so mean.
The mind control. To say your dog is in the pound?
Because he knows that's what's going to get her to answer.
Because that would destroy you. That's so fucked.
This is where it gets a little confusing.
Apparently he still had a key and stole my car.
I had not registered or insured it as I was walking to work and I didn't want to spend the money.
While driving around in my car, he got pulled over for no registration or insurance. and he received tickets for this in the amount of $200, so he said.
My friends and I were at another bar when I got the call.
I told them I'd be right back. I had to take care of this.
I walked out of the bar still on the phone with him.
I told him I would get the tickets and pay them if he just left me alone.
He said he was in the parking lot of the place I worked.
It was only two blocks so I walked down.
He, of course, was walking up the street also.
My phone rang. It was his mother telling me Dusty was in a bad place and I just needed to talk to him.
You know what? No, it's not her responsibility to talk your son down.
No, it's not anybody's responsibility. And you should, that's not cool to put that on someone else.
No, it's not. He saw that I was on the phone, grabbed it, ran back to my stolen car, shut the door and locked himself in.
Uh-huh. I turned around and said, just take my phone.
I don't care anymore. I heard the door open.
I turned back around and said, give me my...
At this point, I felt so much pressure in my hand and my chest.
It felt so hot, like my skin was burning.
I looked down and didn't see anything. I asked, did you just shoot me with a blunt?
Did you shoot me? I stayed standing there the entire time and thinking, is this what it feels like to be shot?
It can't be. It doesn't hurt. When my foot hit the ground, I felt pressure in my back.
Looking down again, I didn't see anything on my chest but my left hand felt hot and wet.
The black leather sleeve was hanging over my hand so I couldn't see anything wrong.
I saw something drip and I knew it wasn't good.
I started screaming. I've been shot. Someone please help me.
Oh my God. This must be the... I'm like... feeling this is so crazy I saw someone running into the Elks Lodge across the street No one was going to help me.
Everyone was scared for themselves. Oh my God.
That must be the loneliest feeling in the entire world.
And the most helpless feeling. Yeah. He opened the back door of the car and told me to get in I started to and then I thought no I have to get out he'll drop me off in the woods and either killing me the rest of the way or I'll die bleeding out.
I still can't. I saw blood on my hand from... from my hand on the car seat.
I knew it was bad at this point. I started yelling help for help again.
Someone help me, I've been shot. Four people came out of nowhere to help me.
Oh, good. I was like, someone good, please show up.
Can we have a Good Samaritan? I later found out it was two young couples that had just graduated college.
Side note, recently one of them has reached out to me.
Feels so good to make lifelong friends in strange situations.
They asked me where I was shot. I said, I think my chest and something's wrong with my hand.
The ladies helped me on the ground. One of the guys took off his flannel to put it on my chest. and the other went to talk to Dusty who at that point was up against the brick wall with the gun to his head.
Oh, wow. Can you imagine having to intervene in this situation?
This situation is terrifying. I know. I put my hand above my head knowing it was bleeding.
At that point, I saw him with the gun to his head said, shoot yourself, you motherfucker.
I then saw my hand. The muscle was protruding out of my hand.
My breathing was becoming a little bubbly and I thought, I can't die.
Our small town, my family and friends cannot handle the death of another young person.
I am like, this is emotional. It really didn't take long for the ambulance to show up.
My phone call list suggests that I was shot between 1115 and 1118.
The ambulance record indicates it showed up at 1137.
Wow. I remember the paramedics talking to me because I can start small talk with anyone and everyone.
I said, my friend's a paramedic. And they asked who it was.
Turns out the lady paramedic said the, uh, Sorry.
Turns out the lady paramedic was the teacher of the class in which my friend and the other paramedic on the ambulance that night were students.
Oh my God. They knew him and called him telling him he should come to the hospital.
Thank goodness for small communities. The paramedics asked for my ID.
I had to tell them I was not the girl in my pocket.
My name was Amy. Again, thank goodness for all the small town communities.
I remember profusely apologizing for complaining At that point, breathing was getting a bit harder and my hand felt numb, stiff. tingly, hot, lots of pressure.
The pain in my shoulder and back continued to get worse and my chest no longer burned.
I remember being in the emergency room. They injected me with the stuff for the MRI or CAT scan whichever one.
They told me I would feel a hot sensation like I was peeing, but assured me I was not. in which I responded, good, that would be embarrassing considering I'm complaining so much already. i love that she's like i'm so sorry for complaining i've been shot amazing Then they told me I was about to go into a little chamber and it might be tight.
I responded with, it looks like a tanning bed.
Will it tan me too? Oh my God, what a hot shit.
I love it. The next thing I remember is being told to count down from 10.
I then woke up to my paramedic friend in the ICU telling me I was going to be okay.
He was crying, telling me he loved me and everything was going to be okay.
Love your paramedic friend. Oh my God. That was 13 years ago today as I write this to you.
13 years ago, I've just got like complete goosebumps.
Yeah. 13 years ago right now, I was lying in the ICU getting ready to be transported to a normal hospital room.
When I got to my normal hospital room, so many of my friends and family were there, which was amazing to me. this all happened in one town and my friends and family lived in another town about an hour and a half away and When news got out that this happened, everyone came.
There were also more flowers than I think I had ever seen before.
To this day, the smell of lilies makes me smile, tear up and think about how many people were thankful that I was alive.
I found out the two couples that helped me that night also helped my friends and family.
They went to the store and bought them food and drinks knowing they would need it.
I'm about to cry. What a community. I spent six days in the hospital.
Overall, my hospital stay was quite pleasant.
Everyone was so nice and caring. I didn't look at my hand for a couple weeks.
The thought of what it looked like terrified me.
But the doctor assured me when I was ready to go on dates, I could turn my hand over and no one would ever know.
Oh, my God. That's adorable. He was right.
It just looks like I had a gnarly surgery.
My insides hurt the most Yeah, my insides hurt the most.
I could not sit up on my own. I could not laugh too hard or cry.
All the pressures hurt. Laying down hurt, staying still hurt, sitting hurt, moving hurt.
The anesthesia made me throw up. that felt like I was ripping my insides out one by one, which then made me cry and hurt even more.
For a few years afterwards, anytime I ran or did too many sit-ups, my insides would remind me of the incident.
I think the worst part, however, was the feeling I got from taking the morphine while in the hospital.
Oh, and the Percocet at home. Those drugs made me feel out of my mind, loopy.
They raised my anxiety and altered my mood.
I didn't take those for long. Like I said once your body knows you'll be okay is when it allows you to feel.
Also, I had to be on morphine and Percocet once for breaking my pelvis, and it makes you feel insane.
It's terrible. It's not fun. And the morphine, you'll get like so, so sick.
Oh yeah. I got. incredibly sick when I took that.
That stuff will kill you. Yeah. Dusty spent a year in county jail before pleading guilty to deliberate mitigated homicide and getting five years in prison with 65 years probation.
Wow. That's right. Only five years in prison for trying to murder someone.
I always get so fucking mad at that. Because it's like... Because it's just because it fails.
Right. That's it. I can't. he also got time served he ended up spending only two years in county jail so he only spent three years in prison He had to pay me 2,500 restitution for a few odds and ends.
They say money can't buy happiness. Well that measly amount actually bought a lot of anger and resentment.
Yeah. I don't blame you. I ended up paying most of my hospital bills.
The fact that she had to pay her hospital bills.
You shouldn't even have to pay a dollar.
No. Although some entities either donated to them or just wiped them away from being what circumstances they were.
Why do I sometimes feel I was being punished for living?
For real. people always say i'm so sad that happened to you i respond i'm not it had to happen It was the only way he would leave me alone and better he shoot me and I live than him.
Then I shoot him and he dies. I'd be the one in prison.
I don't want to go to prison. I don't blame you.
Since then, yes, I was able to get back into college.
I have two bachelor's and a master's degree and a decent job that I enjoy.
Oh, my God. A master's degree. I know. My left hand kind of sucks. i have no feeling in my thumb and two fingers it likes to curl up when it's cold and i constantly drop things My lung capacity isn't great, but I'm able to hike and pass the pack test for wild... for wildland firefighting.
Both. Oh, my God. What? Stop. You are literally a badass.
Like, wow. Both huge accomplishments. accomplishments for me oh yeah for anyone yeah like what my diaphragm only reminds me of its wounds when i drink alcohol I tend to get the hiccups a lot.
The big body shaking, loud hiccups that people think, They need to cut me off from the booze.
Depending on how much I've had to drink, I'll tell them the story.
They usually buy me another drink and apologize. i tend to talk with my hands thankfully which is why that bullet didn't go through my heart my hand slowed it down So she was like, can you give me my phone?
And that's why she was shot in the hand.
Wow. So sometimes I forget I'm holding a drink and talking with my hands, dropping the drink and making yet another scene.
At this point, all one can do is make the best of things.
My friend's joke, may the 4th be with me, as, oh yeah, because she was shot on May the 4th.
As my hand stopped a bullet from doing more damage.
I joke about my leather jacket and Calvin Klein push up from saving me. amazing, saving my life that night.
Calvin Klein may be able to double market those bras.
Hell yeah. I'm an avid, vivid dreamer, but I've only had about three dreams regarding this situation.
Loud noises do make me jump and sometimes guns are hard to be around.
Obviously. Yeah. I can imagine. I was diagnosed with PTSD.
I think they're wrong. I have a very bubbly, upbeat personality, though being a true Gemini that does flip on occasion.
I do have a hard time with relationships, but don't worry about it.
Whatever happens happens. Okay, I like totally thought that your friend that showed up in the ICU was like going to be your mans or something.
I know, I totally thought that. Especially when she was like 13 years ago.
I was like, and then you guys realized you were in love.
I don't think so. It's okay. Yeah. This story is great regardless.
Like I've said, this is my side of the story.
There's a lot of speculation that can be made, like why he was so jealous that night.
Ultimately, I don't care, and I don't spend my time thinking about that.
It all just sounds like justification for a very poor decision made on his behalf.
Yeah, it doesn't matter why he was jealous.
No, nothing justifies shooting somebody.
Keep in mind, he transported that gun from his house in a vehicle to my apartment, then took that gun from his vehicle and placed it in my vehicle and Exactly.
Nope. You do not have to forgive and forget.
You must remember and recover because fuck forgiving someone who tried to murder me.
And I'll be damned if I ever forget the night I was almost murdered.
Wow. I love her so much. She's such a badass.
I love that. You must remember and recover.
I'm going to tell that to everybody. I love it.
And you have no obligation to forgive and forget.
No, and people are always like, you have to forgive for yourself.
No, you don't. You don't have to. There's plenty of people that don't forgive for shit they did.
If you don't feel like you want to forgive, you don't have to.
No, it's all up to you. Thank you for reading my story.
I'm very excited. excited to have you girls read it.
Overall, this is a happy story. I'm okay.
You ladies get to tell my story publicly for the first time and I get to tell you what it feels like to be shot.
That's a win-win-win, right? Take it away, Ash.
Keep it so weird, but not so weird that you let this motherfucker ruin the rest of your life and not joke about your Calvin Klein padded bra yes oh my god Amy What a freaking warrior.
Seriously. That was amazing. Wow. That was truly, truly amazing.
I also love that everybody showed up for you I love that I love that so much That was so emotional.
Oh, it was. I'm trying to say, I'm like, we should end, I guess, on like a...
On like a paranormal. What about this one?
Skied away from a murderer. Skied away from a murderer.
I think that's a good one, actually. Is that one good enough to read?
Is that one good? No, I'm totally kidding.
Let me see. All right. Let's do Skied Away from a Murderer.
Okay. Hi, Elena and Ash. Thanks for doing the amazing work you do.
You rock. Thank you. I started listening to your podcast a few months ago and have almost caught up.
You keep me company during my 10 hour shifts at a machine shop.
Only downside is that I work at the night shift and the whole place is almost empty.
Then I'll have to drive home in the middle of the night through the empty town and right past a prison.
And by the way, I live behind a cemetery.
Needless to say, I drive home every night like demons were following me.
Fortunately, the drive is only seven minutes.
So my name is Sarah or Sarah. It's two A's.
I know. I've never seen Sarah like that.
I like it either way. I like it a lot. You can use my name because I don't have anything to hide.
All right. I live in Washington, pretty close to Seattle.
I was born in Finland and moved to the US with my family when I was 18.
Let me tell you that I'm the oldest of nine children.
I know you think that's crazy, but hey, my dad is one of 14 kids.
By the way, big families are definitely not a normal thing in Finland.
That's a huge family. Anyway, let's get to my story about how I skied away from a possible murderer and was stupid enough to go back.
This all happened when I was about 16. Six years have passed and I hope I now have, that I got my brains back.
My family lived in the middle of Finland in a relatively big city.
Actually, not that big, but big for a small country.
I love that like thought process. It was big.
You know what? That wasn't that big. Our neighborhood was right to the edge of the city, and behind that was just woods and some more woods.
And of course, there were a couple of lakes because Finland is just filled with filled with woods and lakes.
Saying Finland is just filled is like... It is.
I was like... Yeah. There was a path in the woods for jogging, biking, and whatnot.
In winter, there was a ski trail for cross-country skiing.
I love cross country skiing and went skiing almost every day until the snow melted.
Of course, I used that path because it was right behind our house.
Part of the path had lights, but I skied everywhere.
There's not a lot of sun in Finland during the winter months.
Or actually, you don't see that precious sun at all for a couple months.
So it was really dark as sin. And I had a headlamp to light my way.
Wow, that's nuts. You're a badass. All was fine, I enjoyed my skiing workout and the fresh air.
My mom was a little worried that I'd hurt myself in the dark.
I promised to always carry my phone. Now that I think about it, my phone was mostly dead.
Same. Some big brand. some big brain time.
She did the smiley face with the glasses.
Um, I started seeing a creepy man on the part of the path that didn't have lights.
No. No. No. I'm out. He was slowly walking on the side of the path, almost hidden in the woods. no i'm leaving once he came closer and started talking to me I don't remember what he said, but that doesn't matter.
The disturbing thing was that he spoke in the first place.
How dare he? FYI, in Finland, you do not talk to strangers and stay far away from people.
Can I come to Finland? I know, that's like my motto. heart went crazy and I flew past him like my skis had rocket engines attached.
I decided not to go that way anymore. Smart.
Mm-hmm. A week later, I woke up to seeing news of a murder.
A young woman had been found on the path just a mile from my home, raped and and murdered.
That was the spot where I flew past the creepy guy.
Now my mom was really worried of me going skiing down that path.
I told her I would only stay on the lighted parts and not go in the directions where the murder happened.
Oh my god, I would be crazy. I'd be like, no you're not.
My mom wasn't happy at all, but I sneaked out and went skiing on the path where a murder happened the day before.
I guess skiing was more important than safety.
That's what she said. Aye, aye, aye. I continued skiing and nothing happened.
There were at least two reported rapes in the... Oh my god.
Nothing happened, but there were at least two reported rapes in the area during the next month or so.
Wow. But the dumbass bitch I am, I continued skiing like nothing had happened.
I don't know where I left my brain. Were they in your helmet?
Something happened. About a month later, I was again going skiing but suddenly didn't feel like going.
I'm not sure why I didn't go, but I ended up playing Mario Super Smash Brothers with my brothers.
That's iconic. The very next morning, I found out that there was another murder.
Again, a young woman was found raped and murdered on the path. but this time it was even closer to my home and on the part where I skied every day.
I almost shit my pants. The murder had happened around 7 p.m.
And that's when I usually went skiing. If I was skiing that night, I would have seen the murder or gotten murdered.
That's terrifying. I guess I would have most likely been the victim.
I stopped skiing for that whole winter. Smart choice at last.
It was March and the snow was melting anyways, but honestly, I was just too scared to go on that path.
The next year I lived in Germany and then moved to the US.
I never got a chance to go skiing again on that path.
I'm glad I didn't because knowing me, I would have gone back the very next year.
As far as I know, the case is still open and no one has been charged with those murders.
That's terrifying. And you are still going to go back?
I'm stressed. I'm pretty sure that the creepy man knows something but the police were not able to find him.
My Google search didn't give me any information and I have to stay not knowing what happened.
If the creepy guy is still in the area, he's been quiet for a few years.
I'm glad to be the 4,650 miles. from that place in West coast, Washington, where quote unquote, nothing ever happens.
Congrats for finishing the novel. I'd jump the moon if you were to read this on the podcast.
We'll get to jumping. Jump, jump, jump.
I might write you some other novels of life, like my haunted home.
Please do. That almost killed me. but decided to burn itself to the ground.
Need it, need it, need it. Send that immediately.
Suddenly. Keep up with the awesome work and keep it weird, but not so weird that you go skiing on a path where bad shit happens, but you don't care because skiing is more important than life.
Your fellow weirdo, Sarah or Sarah. Is more important than life.
Wow. That listener tales bunch was bananas.
What a roller coaster that just took us through.
We did a lot of true crime in that one. That one was much more heavy true crime.
Yeah. Well, last night we did a bunch of dead brides, so I guess we needed some true crime.
Wowzer. That was crazy. Damn. Thank you guys for sending those in.
And for anybody in there that was like, maybe I'll send you my other one.
Please do. Send the other one because you're all amazing.
These are all great. Please send us more.
And make sure you title them Listener Tales and whatever you want to name them because that's always fun.
And we always love, I mean, like a good subject line will pull us right in.
Who doesn't love a great subject all these subject lines like yeet shot in the chesticle murder conviction without a body my sister got her extra toe-eyed cat Toe-eyed.
My extra-toed cat from a murderer and skied away from a murderer.
Yeah, you can't. I mean, who wouldn't read those?
If I only knew what you would do in the future written by a brat child.
I mean. Like that all drew us in. Perfection.
I mean, if you use the word yeet in your thing, I'm definitely going to read it.
It's true. She is. So thank you so much, guys.
You rock. Keep sending these in. Hopefully you get to see the... cat on the instagram yes go find thumbs with a z the cat yeah And I feel like because it's a public thing, we can post the picture of the cat.
Yeah, we're going to post him. I'll message and ask.
He's beautiful. I love him. I love them.
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Weird. But not so weird that you think that skiing is more important than not getting murdered because you definitely don't want to get murdered on a ski trail because nobody would find you.
That'd be really scary and not so weird that you hang out in the kitchen with a guy that's going to murder people in the future.
Not so weird that like you get your cat from a murderer because like, wow, but like hopefully they have as many toes as that cat because that cat is keeping it weird.
Not so weird that things happen at a party and you think you know somebody that was murdered there.
Don't keep it that weird. And that's so weird that you get shot in the chesticle.
Yeet. Love you guys. Bye. Bye. Thank you.
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