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Hey, weirdos. I'm Elena. I'm Ash. And this is a Listener Tales Morbid.
Mini, mini, mini, mini, mini morbid. Mini morbid, mini morbid, mini morbid.
Brought to you by you, for you, from you, and all about you.
It's all for you. You right there. Right there.
I see you. On the treadmill. You. Pooping.
You. Walking your dog. You on the train.
Oh, that used to be me. Yeah. I don't go anywhere anymore now.
You and your car. You... Uh, you. Just you.
So you should come to all of our live shows.
You certainly should. you can catch us okay it's getting old everybody's like everybody's like well you're canceled You can come to the Punchline Comedy Club in Philadelphia on April 14th.
And you know what? You really should. yeah fucking do it do it sold out so can't wait for everybody that already did it to be there April 15th at the DC Improv in Washington, D.C.
That's going to be so fun. There's monuments there.
You are so excited for some monuments. I can't wait for the monuments.
Is there like anything I can eat there? That's exciting for me.
I mean, I assume there's food in Washington, DC.
I don't know. Listeners, tell us. Is there food in Washington, D.C.?
Alina, you're a certified asshole. I certainly am.
Anyways, I literally said that to her downstairs earlier and John was like, yeah, she knows it.
It was funny. And that smuzz bit. Smuzz.
On April 23rd, which is not sold out, we're going to be returning to the Gramercy Theater in New York to do the...
To do the thing. I keep ashes breaking. really breaking it's the death becomes us festival but i almost just said the guest becomes us and what's happening is when she tries to fix it Her mouth won't... Like, her mouth is just done tonight.
Like, it's like, nope, I'm done. And it just won't open, so she just ends up going...
I just go, apparently I like talk too much shit today or something.
I don't know. And your mouth is like, stop it.
Like, say no more. But Come to the Death Becomes Us Fest is going to be awesome possum.
I hate you. Then you can come to our show in Huntsville, Alabama at Stand Up Live on May 6th. come to alabama it's gonna be great roll tide and uh war eagle and everything and anything in between That was the one time I did it without doing an accent and I thought that you were going to do the same thing, but I guess not. pretty sure my accent was offensive i apologize again but i'm trying she's she's getting better every week i'm trying it's late uh may 7th we're going to be at zany's twice in a row early and late Whoa, double the zanies, double the fun.
Yeah. Let's do it, Nashville. Then you asked, we listened June 11th.
We've added a show to Chicago at Talia Hall.
What up, Chicago? We're gonna be there. And we're not gonna be square.
We're going to be there for two days in a row.
We are. And Annie's coming with us. And we're going to stay somewhere cool.
And I'm excited to stay at the place we're staying.
Shout out to Annie's family. Then July 11th, like I said in the main episode. man our dream fucking show in our home town The Wilbur.
Are you okay? I was trying the whole time to say that.
What is this? It's so soft. Yay, the Wilbur Theatre.
It's gonna be so much fun, guys. It's in our hometown.
It's our dream venue. Everyone we know is gonna be there. it's gonna rock and also i didn't even mention this in the other episode oh this is crazy we have a special special guest for that one superstar Super special.
And it is the comic stylings of one Emily Walsh. who happens to be Elena's best friend since the eighth grade.
That's right. We have someone opening up for us who is not only a New York comic, but also somebody who has known me since eighth great so you're about to learn on that walsh just make all your jokes like around About Elena's adolescence.
Singing to Annie Lennox in the car after Dairy Queen.
Oh, you guys are cute. I wish I had a pure existence in eighth grade.
We had a very pure existence. I definitely wasn't doing that.
But yeah, come to the Wilbur. Do it. There's still tickets left.
We want to see all of your beautiful faces in our home turf.
Yes, and there's also still tickets left for June 11th, Chicago.
So we want to also see you in Chicago. And the tickets left for the Death Becomes Us Festival.
So let's go get those. We don't want to leave any tickets out.
Guys, we got to sell everything so that we can add more places.
Listen, fucking California. I know you want me there.
I know you want Elena there. I see you, California.
I see you. I want to come there. We want to come there.
But you got to buy the ticket. And FYI, there's a few more things in the works.
So keep telling us where you want us to come because we're reiterating that information.
It's true. And it's happening. happening hey hey hey um what's happening it's true she is not a day goes by without a mean girl's reference truth truth well Now that we've gotten past all the business.
I have one thing to tell them before we got into these listener tales.
Just kidding. what is this you have to go see the movie the invisible man oh yeah i really wanted to see that it is in credible I've heard good things about it.
And it's Leigh Whannell, who Mama loves.
Yeah. Mama, you do love. I'm into it. Mama, you do love. wow killing it today i'm so funny you're so no it was so good i It's not a jump scare movie, but it is psychologically so scary.
I don't have a crazy ex-boyfriend. I was with my girlfriend, but then I went home and I was like afraid to be...
At home. Like, like I had like a crazy ex-boyfriend that was invisible in my room somewhere.
But like, I don't. But, you know, most of us do have a crazy ex-boyfriend that is invisible.
So we look at that. So it's wild. That I want to see it.
I've heard nothing but good things. I straight up will go with you again to see it.
And I've heard that it's just like tension filled the whole time.
Tension as fuck. It starts. Which I love.
It starts and you're spooked. Love that.
And then... it's just wild i don't want to give you any spoilers i would expect nothing less from lee wannell yeah so uh me you and deb deb have to go deb deb if you're listening we're going deb deb I also found a speakeasy, but it's not time for that.
Let's do this. All right. So we are starting our listener tales.
Let's do it. Would you like to go first or would you like me to?
This one's very long. You can go. The one that sucks at reading.
Perfect. Okay. This Listener Tale is entitled, What the Fucking Fuck, Blake Dolan, A Listener Tale.
Love that already. The subject line caught my eye.
What the fucking fuck. is always a great way yeah I gathered the listener tales this week so if you don't like them just shit all over me Not actually.
Figuratively. Hey, weirdos. My name's Camilla and I've been listening to your fantastical podcast for about a year now.
And it's safe to say that I'm obsessed. I don't know.
I also live for you, Ash. By the way, you're not trash.
You're fabulous. Thanks. Oh, that's so sweet.
And also being a nurse is insanely awesome experience.
Good job. Good job. I'm so impressed by you.
Wicked. I have quite a story for you and you're just the kind of peeps who would love it the most.
I have changed the names and some of the people in the story for privacy reasons, but feel free to use my name.
Camilla, I'm so ready. Camilla. Camilla.
Camilla, I love your name. Camilla is going to take us back circa 2006 to 2007.
2007. thank you Camilla 2006 to 2007 all right I was in eighth grade and I 100% thought that I was living my best life This will speak to your soul.
Will it? I had a Samsung flip phone. AIM was my jam.
And I found you, Miss New Booty was my ringtone.
Hell yes. I paid $2.99 for that 15 seconds worth of ringtone gold.
Do you remember paying for ringtones? No.
I had a track phone. I had mostly made it out of my ugly, awkward stage and was infatuated with a boy in my grade named Blake Dolan.
100% not his name, but you get the picture.
Also, what a beautiful name that you made up.
I was just going to say, great job with that name.
Shit, write a book. Because when you said Blake Dolan and I was like, yeah, of course his name was Blake Dolan.
Yeah. So I get it. The cutest boy in all of school.
In all of school. In all of school. He was so stinking cute with black hair and blue eyes.
And the best part is that he finally added me to chat with him on AIM. oh i got butterflies i got butterflies for her when i read that when yeah do you remember when crush added you on AIM and you were like oh my god what do I say is this a joke are they are they punking me yeah Yeah, I do remember that.
It's sad. I remember that a lot. I was once punked via AIM.
I feel like everyone got punked at least once via AIM.
Yeah, I was punked. multiple, maybe thrice.
That was one of those mediums that just like Really started the cyberbullying thing off on a bang.
I really did. Alright, I won't talk about mine.
This is about Camilla. So, we would stay up late on our desktop computers chatting our lives away.
So, we dated on and on from 8th to 9th grade.
The best fucking relationships. That was me.
I don't remember specifically. I'm being 100% facetious.
I don't remember specifically, but we broke up for some dramatic ass stupidity.
But I always had a soft spot for him throughout high school and we remained good friends.
I was a super nerd in high school and back when apps first started becoming a thing, Blake was one of the first people to come up with a flashcard app for your phone.
Wow, Blake. So not only was this kid adorable, but he was smart and my inner nerd thrived for it.
I always had a never ending crush on him.
Fast forward, I'm 23 years old and struggle busing my way through adulthood, me currently.
When one day my best friend, since I was 10 years old, Allie, called me while I was at work at least three to four times.
I knew that it was something juicy if she called when she knew I was at work, so I called her back after work ready to hear about some stupid bullshit her boyfriend did. and I was bracing myself for a full-on rant slash vent festival."
Little did I know the fucking crazy shit she was about to unload on me.
My girl was like, bitch, check the link I just sent you.
I clicked the link and lo and behold, Blake fucking Dolan in a goddamn news article.
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Blake Dolan was in prison awaiting trial for attempted murder.
Bitch, you heard me. Attempted murder. That's bad.
Not good. That's really bad. My heart felt as though, no, my heart fell through my ass like it was on a tower of terror as I read through the article.
Wow, that painted a picture. It was beautiful.
Blake didn't have the best of times in college and had developed a drug problem and a fuck ton of mental health issues.
Oh, no. And then in parentheses, she said, I'm a big mental health advocate.
So weirdos, if something's amiss for the love of God, seek help and don't be Blake.
Yes. Agreed. So, in an effort to help Blake, his family sent him to live with his cousin and her small child in New York City.
Uh-oh. So apparently Blake and his cousin slash therapist started working on his issues, but also started having sexy times on the side.
Oh, nope. I first typed out Sparky big time, but then deleted it and said, fuck you, Dennis Lynn.
His cousin had recently gone through a nasty breakup and had part-time custody of her son.
So while Custin, therapist, immoral ass bitch, and Blake were, quote, working... in parentheses, banging through his issues, she also started... Banging through his issues.
Yikes. She also started to tell him how she believed her son was being sexually and physically abused by her ex-boyfriend, her son's father.
At this point, Blake was in love with her and her son.
He thought they were a cute ass, incest ass little family.
So Blake started to get very angry at his cousin's ex-boyfriend.
Apparently, the anger ran deep because together, Blake and cousin therapist girlfriend hatched a plot to, you guessed it, murder her ex-boyfriend.
So logical, right? I mean, if someone was molesting my child, I would attempt to murder them as well.
Yeah. I'm going to be real with you. I feel that.
It's just sad that Blake had to get involved.
No, it totally is. I'm saying I can understand the rage.
Oh yeah, I feel that. I get it. I would literally like rent a train and run somebody over with it if they were ever doing anything like that.
100%. Anyways. They came up with a horrendous plan that they thought was genius and set off a chain of brutal events that had me shooketh to the core.
Blake in broad daylight went to a Home Depot and purchased a sledgehammer, a knife, threw all that shit into a duffel bag, and went to Mr. X-Boy... went to pay Mr. Ex-Boyfriend a little visit at his apartment.
So Blake just waltzed right in there to his place and he proceeded to attempt to sledgehammer murder the fuck out of this ex-boyfriend.
Damn. But these dumbasses didn't take into account that the ex-boyfriend was as tall as a tree and yoked as fuck.
Oh. I've never heard that expression before.
You've never heard that? No, but it made me laugh.
Meanwhile, Blake was significantly smaller and not remotely yoked.
Oh my god, so he's just swinging upwards with a sledgehammer.
Yeah, no boy now. I'm picturing that and it's mildly amusing.
Ex-boyfriend and Blake proceeded to get into a fight, and Blake went for the knife he'd brought.
During the struggle, both ex-boyfriend and Blake sustained stab wounds, but ex-boyfriend managed to escape and run for help.
While Blake was sitting there bleeding as fuck, he decided, this is so weird, it'd be a great idea to take selfies covered in blood and send it to cousin therapist girlfriend.
Why? I have no earthly clue. But regardless, that's just creepy.
Jesus. Right? Safe to say the police arrested the fuck out of Blake and some serious ass charges were brought against him.
Lucky for Blake, his parents are significantly well off and were able to pay for his bail. while they went to trial.
They went to trial, Blake's family hired top-tier lawyers, but that wasn't enough, so now Blake is sitting in prison, serving his decade-long sentence for an attempted murder.
Damn, Blake. This is crazy. The freaky part of this whole story is a few months before my friend sent me this link, I went to visit my hometown.
While I was there, our homeboy Blake hit me up to hang out.
Unsuspecting ass me agreed to meet up for dinner thinking I'd reconnect with a longtime friend and crush.
Oh, no. at dinner he acted sus as fuck all weird and shaky and he kept referring to how he's been dealing with a quote misunderstanding that he refused to elaborate on and how said, quote, misunderstanding is ruining his life and he's constantly stressed about it but would not elaborate further.
He was shaky and kept going to the bathroom.
So for a moment, I thought he was on cocaine whilst on the sushi date.
So immediately after our sushi dinner, which was dank.
Who doesn't love sushi? Actually, she said soosh.
I love this girl. Soosh. He wanted to go to a bar for drinks.
The situation didn't feel right, so I came up with an excuse to dip the fuck out because he was giving me the spook spooks.
Good job, Camilla. Way to listen to your gut.
Hell yeah. But now I know I was literally sitting at dinner with an attempted murderer out on bail.
Yup. Thanks for reading my long ass story and I hope you enjoyed my tale of puppy love, incest, attempted murder, and dank ass sushi.
Love you guys and keep it weird. P.S. You don't need to do that. that's amazing isn't that crazy also i love that someone else uses the word dank like you do Okay, it's not like a me thing.
Oh, I thought it was just a you thing. No.
I say dank all the time. I got it from my friend Lindsay.
So I always thought it was just an Ash thing.
No. I'm old. It's a thing. Forgive me. I'm old.
Well, older people say dank is like a bad thing.
I don't say dank at all, so it just does not register in my universe.
I think Karen said dank the other day in a bad way.
I can 104,000% tell you that Karen did not say dank.
No, like in a bat, like it was like, didn't you tell me that dank is like a dank, like it was like a danky place.
Like a dark and dank place. Yeah, no, not in that context.
Dank is like describing like a, like. like a dark, dank cellar.
Yeah. You don't say like, that was dank.
Yeah, no, I wasn't saying that she said that.
The description is dank. Yeah. Not like...
So that's what I was saying. Like, older people say it in a different way.
And then my crowd says, like, yo, that shit was nice.
Oh, man. Oh, boy. Well, Camilla, that was crazy.
It was dank. That was very dank. So my story... is called A Wicked Bad Smell in Boston.
I had to pick this one because Boston. And it's from Storm. i know love cool last name that's like an x-men or something storm i wouldn't be the person to ask that All right.
Hey, weirdos. My girlfriend Kat and I love you guys and think we would be BFFs because we have a lot in common.
We too are morbid but happy and have potty mouths.
We even started a true crime podcast called Autopsy Turvy.
Isn't that such a cool name? That's amazing.
I'm in. I am in, Storm. I have had so much weird shit happen to me that I had trouble deciding which story to tell you first.
For some reason people just drop dead around me a lot.
I worry I might be some kind of grim reaper.
My girlfriend says I am quote disaster adjacent.
I think I witness more deaths. than some first responders.
Holy shit. When I meet people and tell them I am cursed, they laugh and say that, quote, everyone feels cursed. but then after a few months of being around me, they have to admit that I am indeed cursed as fuck.
My girlfriend thought it was cute at first because our first date was a fucking disaster.
The keys got locked in the car with the motor running and 15 years ago you had to pay a locksmith $200 to get it unlocked.
We were in Boston, so of course we also got a parking ticket.
Hello. $45. Most expensive first date in history and also the most successful because we've been madly in love for 15 years now.
Stop, I'm crying. I love love. I thought you would want to know this since you love love so much.
Correct. Correct. This is amazing. After dating for two years, which is 100 years in lesbian years, considered a very long course.
That's true. I love it. We moved in together.
Anyway, we got a great deal on this huge one bedroom apartment right near Boston Common.
Holy shit. Go you. Also, I used to work right near the Boston Common.
Look at that. And that's crazy that you got a really good apartment on Boston Common.
Good for you. It was the parlor level of a Victorian row home and it was beautiful but impossible to heat. there was a creepy hoarder hermit guy living in the basement apartment i mean you know you take what you can yeah exactly let's call him toby It was my understanding that he had a TBI, traumatic brain injury.
We stayed away from him because he could have violent outbursts and on the public stairwell down to the basement, He had hung up old bikini girl pictures on the walls and on his door like he was a pervy teen boy or something.
That's creepy. It was especially weird because you would just go down to that public stairwell to the open side of the basement in order to replace fuses if you... overloaded your circuit which happened a lot in this old victorian i feel you old houses you know All the neighbors, even big grown-ass men, were too scared to go down there, so they would ask me, 115 pounds soaking wet. to go down and replace their fuse for them even offering me money to do so i would always do it because it made me feel tough i love you already This basement was creepy AF.
It had a giant noisy boiler in the corner.
Tons of ancient house parts here and there. boxes and trunks from former tenants and one little bear bulb swinging from... I pictured that.
One little bear bulb swinging from the ceiling to light your way.
So spooky. And it had a door with posters of bikini clad ladies leading to the creepy guy's apartment.
It also had a small corridor that led behind the length of his apartment to the back alley.
This was the former servant's entrance. Hey, we have one of those in my house.
Not for like active servants. You're like for all the servants in my house.
For all the servants in my house. No. That's just me.
I have a super old house and it has servants quarters in it.
I should live here. On Thanksgiving, we started to notice a foul odor, bad timing, coming from the basement.
I told Kat that I thought Toby was a serial killer and had bodies in the basement. and she just laughed and said he was just a hoarder who needed to take out the garbage a few days pass and the smell gets unbearable cat the much more reasonable of the two of us starts to think toby may have died down there You know.
Casual. We called and called about the smell, but the landlord, let's call him fuckhead. let's call him fuckhead didn't believe us and said he quote could only smell a bit of garbage More time passes and I ask Fuckhead, what about the unpaid rent?
All the mail piling up. He said, that guy's rent is always late.
And he suggests maybe a cat died under the boiler.
I don't think so. Since Fuckhead was clearly useless, Kat and I decided to venture into the basement and have a sniff around.
We were both a little wigged out as it was nighttime when we decided to explore.
Jesus, you guys are badass. Right? But the smell was starting to affect our sex life.
Even Vicks under the nose didn't help. Isn't that what you're not supposed to do?
Yeah, Vicks can trap the odor a lot of the times and make it worse.
Isn't that what they do to, um... uh like rookie autopsy people yeah actually one of my um one of my criminal justice professors like way back then um she told us if they ever try to make you put vicks under your nose that's them like punking you because it sticks to it because it'll stick to it because the smell will stay with you for a long time um let's see vicks under the nose didn't help so the situation was getting desperate we looked around the basement for a dead animal and followed our noses We squeezed ourselves into the narrow servant's passage and squatted down to the crack under a sealed door leading to Toby's apartment.
We both sniffed and then our eyes locked in horror.
There was no mistaking that. uh one the smell was coming from his apartment and two even though we had never smelled a rotting human body before it couldn't be anything else We noped the fuck out of that basement so fast, hoping we wouldn't be a potential serial killer's next victim.
Shall I describe the smell? Yes, please.
I feel like I've never smelled a dead body, but this seems...
Accurate. Let's see. A dash of feet, a pinch of garbage, a heaping serving of rotting animal flesh and a generous dollop of BO and feces.
That is what a rotting body smells like.
You're welcome. You know what? That's a pretty good.
I was going to ask you. It needs something sweet in there, though. something sweet yeah like a sweetness that is sick sweet that's what it needs Oh, like, what's the drink that I got at Taco Bell the other night?
Oh, God, I don't even know. It's that. That's the smell.
That thing. I started calling the health department and the police.
No one seemed interested in our plight, assholes.
Even though I told people very calmly what was going on.
No one, the authorities, our coworkers, our friends, no one believed us.
What the fuck? um they all just thought it was me being my weird self again like here we go she's telling us another weird story i'm sure you can relate yep We had a pre-scheduled Christmas party and I was concerned because we are a bit odd we are not the most popular couple in the world and we did have a few friends who were also odd We never have parties.
But we decided to go ahead with this little holiday dinner party because fuck it.
Maybe we could finally convince our friends that the whole rotting corpse thing was happening.
Our weird little gang showed up and the first thing out of their mouths was, what in the unholy hell is that fucking smell?
Your neighbor is not okay. Choking and gagging.
We invited them into our stinky ass abode, all decorated for the holidays with tons of scented candles burning.
We all miserably picked out the food and had lovingly ordered from a restaurant and needless to say, it was the shortest holiday ever.
But not the worst party we have ever thrown.
But that story is for another time. Holy shit.
I want to hear that one. Seriously, if it's worse than a dead body rotting underneath you?
Everyone quickly left and many refused to ever return to our apartment.
Losers. I guess Boston's finest didn't want to work over the holidays, but finally enough neighbors had complained that a few cops showed up.
The cops knocked on Toby's door. I'm like, can't you smell that?
He's dead. He's not going to answer the door.
The po-po left. The 5-0 shrugged and fucking left us there with that stench.
Fucking rookies. PS, I tried to be a cop, but my eyesight sucks, so it's nothing personal.
Quote, not all cops. Or hashtag not all cops.
That's like the same exact thing with me, except it wasn't my eyesight.
They came back the next week, January 2nd, six weeks after the smell started.
Oh, that's rough. That's ripe. and kicked in the door down.
It was deadbolted and hauled dead Toby out at last.
Oh! That is awful. It smelled so bad, the first responders were gagging and throwing up.
Fuckhead was there and I stared him down and said, oh, I did.
Oh, did you find the source of the smell?
Fuckhead had the decency to look ashamed and even a little teary.
I said, he's fucking dead in there, isn't he?
And he mumbled, yes. I said you had better get that apartment professionally cleaned and he promised he would. i asked the cops how he died and they said it was cut and dried so i assume he killed himself but who knows all i know is we were vindicated and no one should ever doubt us again Fuckhead waited another month before hiring Aftermath Inc. to clean it up.
I wonder if that's, I think Aftermath is nationwide.
I don't think it's a Massachusetts thing.
I'd never even heard of it. But yeah, Aftermath Inc.
I wanted to get a job there. What? I did.
What the fuck is that? wrong with you like right out of high school I was like oh maybe I'll get a job there while I go to college you wanted to clean up after dead bodies yes Wow.
I would still do that. I mean, all the power to you and anybody else.
Yeah, somebody's gotta do it. um they came at midnight sketchy around valentine's day with hazmat suits and took out hundreds of bags of garbage and professionally cleaned it like sunshine cleaner style And the smell at last went away, but no one ever rented that apartment again.
We should have sued. You may ask why we stayed?
Rent control. In Boston. Yep, I get it. We have a fuck ton of unethical student loan debt.
Yes. From the unethical U.S. government who are illegally shafting us.
So, had no choice. We pour F. And the crown molding was lovely.
Oh, I love it. To this day, my girlfriend and I joke when we smell something bad, we say it smells like Toby in here.
That's fucked. That's fucked in the best way.
Before everybody heard it. Before anyone gets upset, we did actually feel bad for this guy and his family, even though he was erratic, pervy and scary.
Especially when I found out he was from Hawaii, where I am from.
Me too. Hey. We tried to do the right thing and get him discovered in a timely matter, but no one fucking believed us, so what are you gonna do?
Happily, Kat and I now live in Hawaii where everything smells like flowers and copper-toned sunscreen.
I'm still cursed AF and I'm used to it. Stay weird and please do a live show in Honolulu.
We'll show you so much aloha. Uh, storm.
It's okay to burp-a-durp-a-dup. Storm. That story is amazing.
And we have to do a show in Hawaii. The homeland for you.
Yeah. not hawaiian but i was born in hawaii clearly not hawaiian i'm the palest motherfucker around storm you and cat are my heroes i love them I fully agree with you that we would be best friends.
Let's do that. And that story was phenomenal.
Isn't that story so good? And now I kind of want to just be like, man, it smells like Toby in here.
We can start saying it. I don't care. I love it.
Oh, this next story is very spooky. This next story.
My GCS. So spooky. No, I'm Estelle. Fuck.
You are. You always forget. I do. It's okay.
Okay. Well, this is called Listener Tale, a very spoopy ambulance story.
Spoopy. Hey, ladies. Hi. Just discovered your spooptacular.
It's so hard to say spoop. Spoop is one of my, like, the best words ever.
I always thought that people were making a typo.
I know you did. Okay, just discovered your spooptacular podcast not too long ago.
And I super love you guys. The listener tales are honestly among my favorites and I thought I would share my story with you.
Love it. A little background. I worked as an EMT in Utah for the last six years and have seen some crazy ass monkey ass stuff.
Monkey? Yeah. I consider myself a pretty boss-ass bitch for working in a male-dominated field and holding my own.
Hell yeah. I agree. I love what I do most days and have lots of stories, but of all the stories I have, there's one that sticks out in my mind as one of the craziest things I've ever experienced.
It's spoopy and it's paranormal as fuck.
My dudes, this story is long and you won't want to read it alone or in the dark.
So hold on to your butts and keep the lights on.
I'm holding on when the light is on. First of all... And there's a ladybug in here.
Yeah, I love ladybugs, but that one keeps flying into the light and it's annoying me.
Don't fly into the light. Don't do it. First, I want to say that I've written this so there aren't any identifiers to the people the story involves, and you can just call me Vee.
Hi, V. Hi, V. In my time on the ambulance, I've been given the title of a black cloud because I get dropped in the craziest call, so it's not surprising that this happened while on my shift.
A couple of years ago, my ambulance partner and I were sleeping peacefully in our recliners at the station.
We had a pretty quiet night, nothing too crazy and had actually been able to catch a few Zs.
I'm woken up from a light sleep when the tones go off in the station.
I look at my watch and guess what time it is.
Yep. 3 a.m. I was just going to say 3 a.m.
Good old witching hour. Didn't think much of it at the time, but it makes sense now.
Our dispatchers told us this call was at the college dorms nearby and that it was a very sick person.
No more details than that, but we got sent lights and sirens, which meant our patient needed immediate help.
We rolled up with a fire engine, and me and a bunch of burly dudes headed inside with all our equipment.
Up to this point, it was just another middle of the night call, and we were all pretty tired, but that's just the job.
We walked into a bright, well-lit hallway with big black heavy doors with dorm room numbers on them.
We found ours and knocked on the door. Nobody answered right away and the door was locked, so we asked dispatch to get a hold of the caller to open the door. a few minutes passed we stood there quiet tired just relaxing until the door opened very very slowly The door opened into the apartment, and instead of light from the hallway spilling into the room beyond, all we see is an inky black abyss. this is when it starts to get weird instead of one of us stepping inside and turning on a light we all just stood there i don't know what we were waiting for but it's almost like we had a sixth sense keeping us from going inside one of the guys said hello we're with the fire department but none of us went in Suddenly, the most pale gray person I've ever seen alive literally crawled out of the door.
Yeah, I have like goosebumps reading this and I've already read it.
I'm stressed. She was wearing pajamas and was covered in fucking black handprints. all five burly dudes and myself take a step back it was alarming but remember harming to say the very least yeah But remembering that we are professionals, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over her, asking her name, and helped her to stand to get on my stretcher.
Yeah, no shit you don't feel well, girl.
Right? Yeah. Alarm started going off in my head.
I kicked into gear and started doing my job.
I got vital, started an IV. and tried to assess the poor thing, but she was very lethargic and not very forthcoming with what was going on with her.
She just kept saying, We wheeled her out to the ambulance and my partner and I got the stretcher loaded in the back.
But did you die? I'd be like, I know you don't feel good, but why? but did you die but did you die but did you die though i jumped up and sat on the bench next to her Now, when you close an ambulance door, the lights in the back often turn off until you push the button or flip the switch that turns them back on.
This isn't really an issue because our equipment lights and a small light bar over the switches stays on at all times that the truck is on.
So my partner closed the door and the light shut off.
Completely. No light bar, no little equipment lights, not even light from the windows.
I fumbled for the light switch in complete inky blackness until I found the switch and light flooded the compartment.
You guys, the lights turned on and there were suddenly dozens of flying red ants.
Oh! They were absolutely not fucking there when I got in.
I may have said something like, uh, what the hell and tried brushing them off my poor patient and that's when I felt it.
It felt like I was standing in front of a loudspeaker but without the sound.
A deep vibration seemed to pass through me and run up my spine.
I felt like I had entered... I just got a big chill.
Yeah, my whole entire spine right now has chills.
I had entered into a thick dark orb. I froze in place with my hand on my patient's arm.
I closed my eyes and said a quick silent prayer to any cosmic being or force that would hear me to protect us from whatever the fuck had just invaded my space.
The feeling subsided a bit. Enough for me to tell my partner through the little window between the cab and the box to hurry the fuck up and get us to the hospital.
Holy shit. Right. Eventually, I was able to get some information from the girl.
She woke up sometime after midnight feeling very ill and went into the bathroom where she started having intestinal issues.
She laid on the floor and possibly passed out.
She woke up around 3 AM and called 911. The handprints were actually fecal matter, but why was it black?
Why was it all over her? She wasn't able to tell me why the fecal matter was all over in handprints, and she did not have any feces on her own hands.
I never got a bad vibe from her. The impression I got is something seriously abnormal was happening to this girl after the feeling I had something possibly paranormal.
We arrived at the ER. I'm very stressed.
Yeah, it's so fucking spooky. Look at my arm.
My whole entire arm is goosebumps. That's what I have literally, I'm getting shivers right now.
This story's fucked. we arrived at the ER and my partner opened the back doors he saw the flying ants and started smacking at them We decided to leave the back doors open to hopefully clear them out while we dropped off our patient.
I gave the report to the nurse and we left that poor girl in good hands. as we walked out to the truck my partner gloved up preparing to up some flying ants but they were all completely gone not a single lingering ant to be found anywhere We cleaned up, packed up and headed back to the station.
As we left the hospital, I became aware that the heavy, dark feeling I'd had in the back of the ambulance was gone.
Two weeks later, I saw the nurse that I'd left her with that night and I said, hey, do you remember that girl from a couple weeks ago?
I didn't need to say any more than that.
Her eyes got huge. It turns out she spent a week in the ICU from a massive internal bleed.
She needed several blood transfusions. Thank you for watching.
It was a diamond. Yeah. If I had to guess what was going on, I think she was being tormented by something truly evil.
A diamond. A diamond. yeah i don't know what could possibly piss off a diamond or spirit enough to do that to someone but i was told that if we hadn't gotten to her when we did she would have passed away by morning i've never experienced anything like this before or since and i sincerely hope the poor girl noped the fuck out of that dorm and away from what almost ended her life Well, there you have it.
I'm going to decontaminate in holy water and watch puppy videos and then listen to more of your awesome podcast.
Keep it weird, my dudes. Keep it super fucking weird.
V. V? Isn't that bananas? feet so my dude so spooky that was so much so spooky i feel so many things right now Yeah.
That was a diamond. I have the chilis. I have the chili willies for sure.
Oh, I don't like it at all. The hebes are happening all over the place right now.
All over the place. All right. Thank you, V. It's just not okay.
Well, next one is called Spooky Knife-Wielding Almost Stepmom.
Damn it, I wanted to read that one. Hi, Ash and Elena.
I was talking to some old friends the other day and they reminded me about this absolutely bonkers thing that happened to me when I was younger.
If you choose to use this in your listener tales episode, I would prefer that you not use my name because this crazy lady might be listening and pay me a visit.
I will not use your name. So some backstory is needed for this story.
My parents divorced when I was two because my mom is a hoe.
Same. At the time of this story, I was around 11 or 12.
I was living with my mom and her new piece of actual shit husband.
I know why you wanted to read this. No, actually, the rest has nothing to do with anything I can relate to.
Piece of shit husband in southeastern Wisconsin.
My parents had been divorced for a long time and my dad had been dating this woman.
I'll call her Sarah the year before. I fucking loved Sarah.
She could cook so much better than my dad.
She helped me with my homework and she introduced me to new types of music and cool shows.
Two months before this happened, my dad had broken up with her.
I was devastated. But when I asked why, he explained that she suffered from really bad night terrors and often woke up screaming and thinking that he was trying to attack her.
Once she even grabbed a knife that they had kept near the bed for protection and slashed his arm.
Holy shit. My dad didn't exactly mind this, but it was at the point where she wanted to move in.
My dad was worried that eventually I would be home during one of the night terrors and she would hurt me.
After hearing that, I calmed down about the whole thing and resigned myself to the fact that Sarah was not going to be my stepmom.
So when this happened, it was the middle of December and there was at least three inches of snow on the ground.
It was also fucking freezing. Fuck Wisconsin.
She said that. I did not. I was visiting my dad for the weekend and it was around 11 p.m.
At the time my dad managed the grocery store right across the street from our house.
They closed at midnight, and I would often ride my bike over there to visit him and the one cashier that stayed until closing.
Normally, they would send me down the road on my bike to bring back fries from McDonald's and we would sit on the registers and probe the depths of topics such as the meaning of life, and which shows on Netflix were the best, you know?
Looking back, I'm actually pretty mad that my dad let me do that.
The road to McDonald's was long, poorly lit, and I didn't have a phone.
It's a miracle I wasn't murdered. Oh, yeah.
The bike was given to me by Sarah and was very distinctive.
I went in and chatted with my dad and the cashier for 45 minutes.
My dad eventually told me that he was going to need to start closing up soon and I should go home and he would meet me.
Before I left, he rang up some stuff from the store and told me to carry the bags home on my handlebars.
I remember this so vividly that I even remember what was in the bags.
In the bag to my left hand was a small glass container of Tostitos mild chunky salsa.
Fuck yeah. And in the bag in my right was a small box of generic black kitchen bags. kitchen garbage bags and a box of generic white plastic straws.
I put my earbuds in, put my iPod in my back pocket and walked out of the building.
I was looking down at the ground as I approached my bike.
When I got closer, I saw a woman sitting on the bench next to where I parked my bike.
Took me a minute to place her, but I quickly realized that it was Sarah.
She was wearing a very thin spaghetti strap pink sundress, no shoes, and had shaved the left half of her hair off. you know do you on her lap was a wedding magazine oh and in her right hand was a huge kitchen knife That's not good.
No way. Not good at all. I almost fucking died right there.
She saw me looking at her and said, hi. Completely normal voice.
I, shitting my pants, responded on autopilot.
Hey. like what the fuck sarah i took one step closer and grabbed my handlebars it was then that I got a closer look at the knife it had a black handle but had little pink polka dots painted on it it was our knife My little cousin had put the polka dots on it with nail polish the last time she visited our house.
I don't even know so naturally I was suddenly even more creeped out creep the fuck out i got on my bike and sped across the street to my house dumping my bike and the bags in the front yard and running inside as fast as i could Even though I knew it would be almost impossible, I was convinced that she was right behind me.
I immediately locked the door behind me and grabbed a pocket knife from the counter and locked myself in the bathroom.
Then I FaceTimed my dad. This whole escape took maybe 40 seconds.
That's how close we live to the store. So within 40 seconds of seeing Sarah outside the store, my dad was running outside to find her.
She was fucking gone. My dad came home immediately and told him- and- told him i told him about the knife we checked and sure enough our eight inch kitchen knife was missing from the knife block We have no idea when it went missing.
We didn't cook much when Sarah wasn't around.
The next day at work, my dad checked the security footage, but Sarah had apparently been in the one part of the parking lot that wasn't covered by the cameras.
But hold on to your butts because this isn't even the worst part.
Sometimes within the next few weeks, I don't know exactly when, The fucking knife reappeared in the knife block.
Isn't that so fucking terrifying? Fuck that.
Sarah came back. holy she's and you don't even know when you thought he was a goner but the cat came back okay edgar allen poe shoot you thought I wasn't gonna get that I saw it in your eyes that's not Edgar Allan Poe God damn it, it's not?
No. Who is it? It's just an old nursery rhyme.
An old song. The cat came back. okay it's really creepy stop singing to me i really thought that was on growling i also love that i was like you thought i wasn't gonna get it that's wrong But I appreciate it.
I appreciate that. Everyone is laughing at me.
So we change the locks the next day. Good.
No, she said that day. Excuse me. So remember me saying that Sarah had left side of her hair shaved?
I can't talk. My dad and I felt the need to verify this.
And so we went to the restaurant where she worked a week after I saw her.
When my dad broke up with her she had a full head of hair and now she had the left side of her head shaved.
She didn't see us and we left as soon as we saw the hair.
We haven't seen her since and my dad doesn't work at the store anymore.
I've sold the bike and I never go out by myself at night.
Well, that was the story of the spooky knife wielding almost stepmom who once slashed my dad up after a night of town.
For a second, I was like, wait, what? i was like girl you did not tell me that she actually stabbed your dad one slashed my dad up after a night terror and scared me shitless one december night outside of a grocery store I hope you guys enjoyed it.
And I want to tell you guys that I fucking love you so much and won't shut the hell up about your show to my friends.
Legit, I think I have a problem. Keep it weird.
Holy shit. Isn't that awesome? You who shall not be named.
That was awesome. So amazing. Holy shit.
The fact that it reappeared in the block just ruined me.
That's the scariest part of all, I think.
Yeah, I hate that. Hate that a lot. Hate it so much.
Oh man. All right, so my next one is just called Listener Stories.
Hey. Keeping it real, real simple. We loves it.
Hey, Elena. Hey, Ash. Hey. first i wanted to say that i never gave much thought about podcast until i came across yours oh my god Since then, I've been hooked.
You guys are seriously awesome. Thank you for all your time you put in for us weirdos.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. As children, my cousins and I were horror movie fanatics and into all things scary.
Samesies. Yep. We would often stay up late.
Wait, everybody thinks that we're cousins and we're not. people i feel like everybody thinks we're cousins so us saying same i feel like makes them think even more than oh sorry i just meant well i just meant same like i also like that stuff yeah Anyways, we would often stay up late watching one of those movies and would fight over who slept on the middle of the bed because we were all too terrified to sleep on the edge.
Oh, I get that. I get that so hard we also made up scary games our favorite being called monster love that One person played the monster and would hide somewhere in the house with the lights off while the rest of us would go into a specific bathroom, shut the door, and count to 30.
When we were done counting, we would open the door and walk around the house with each other, not knowing where the monster was hiding.
That sounds awesome. It does. The rules were simple.
If you see the monster, you can't tell anybody else.
And when the monster pops out to chase you, you would run back to the designated bathroom before it gets you person who's caught would be the next monster love it Seems like a silly harmless game, right?
Sure does. Well, it was until one day in the afternoon when we decided to play with my three cousins and our friend while we were all home alone.
Uh-oh. Thinking back now, it probably wasn't a great idea, but that day the sun was still out, so we thought it would be less scary.
We played a few rounds out before it was our friend Kayla's turn.
All was fine until she popped out and began chasing us around the house.
I was in the back with my younger cousin Brooklyn while my other two older cousins Faith and June were in the front.
Brooklyn and I did not see Kayla pop out, just heard her, and we ran straight to the master bathroom.
Before I continue, it's important to know that Kayla was just wearing a normal shirt and pants.
Shortly after we made it safely to the bathroom, my oldest cousin Faith ran in.
She was laughing as she came in and locked the door behind her, probably in an attempt to pick on her sister June, so she would be caught.
Faith then proceeded to ke- Faith then proceeded to tell us that Kayla did a good job at being scary by putting on all black and a clown mask that they keep in the closet.
Oh, no. No bueno. Oh, no. We laughed about it until June began banging on the door with Kayla.
They were practically in tears and frantic.
We thought it was a joke to scare us until Kayla said there was someone walking around in the house in all black and a clown mask.
Oh, nope. I'm out. I'm out. Faith's face went pale as she opened the door for them and locked it again.
Kayla was not wearing what Faith described her as wearing.
I don't know. saw since the three of them all saw the same thing no While we were all talking, the door handle suddenly started moving like someone was trying to turn it.
And the lock. It was one that you can unlock outside with a butter knife was turning.
Oh, no. So fucking scary. Faith ran to the door and held the lock in the lock position.
So whoever was on the other side couldn't get in.
At this point we were hysterical. Thankfully, Faith had the idea for us all to jump out the window above the toilet to escape into the backyard.
Hell yeah. Thank God there's a bathroom window.
She made me trade spots with her to hold the lock while she opened the window and helped my youngest cousin out.
Let me tell you, before holding that lock, I had my doubts that this was all real.
Some part of me believed they were pranking us.
I was definitely wrong. Oh my god. What's going to happen?
Thankfully, I didn't have to because everybody was able to escape outside besides me and Faith.
She took hold of the lock again and I noped the hell out of there.
When I was out, I stopped to wait for her since she had to go let go of the lock and then jump.
Oh, my God. I'm so stressed out for Faith.
I know. When she did jump she landed hard making her yell out in pain.
That didn't stop her though. She told me to keep going while she limped after me.
We were about to hop over the neighbor's fence when we looked back at the window.
Standing back. You just gave me like a little side glance and I'm not happy about it.
Standing in the bathroom looking back at us was a tall person in the cloud mask and a black shirt.
No. What the fuck? Fuck. When we made it to the end of the street, my aunt and uncle were already driving toward the house and saw us.
We probably looked like psychos while we tried to explain what just happened to us.
They did not look convinced, and my uncle actually looked angry that we were causing a scene.
They had us get in the truck to take us to the house.
Right. They had us get in the truck to take us back to the house where my uncle wanted to check it out himself.
The front door was wide open when we pulled up, and we later found out the back sliding door by the bathroom window we had jumped out of was open as well.
When my uncle came out he was livid because we apparently broke the toilet lid when we climbed on it to jump out the window.
Oh wow. He told us to stop playing scary games and breaking his things.
My aunt told us that we shouldn't play the game anymore because it invites bad stuff into our heads.
So they basically thought we were crazy.
Faith sprained her ankle and my aunt and uncle took us to Chuck E. Cheese to calm down.
That'll calm you down. Right. It was a terrifying experience.
And to this day, we all agree what we saw was real since every single one of us saw the same thing.
We still played the game after that, but only during the day and only when there were adults home.
Oh, and we found the clown mask back in the closet where it always was.
We still don't know who was in the house with us that day but I do know it wasn't just in our heads.
Thank you for reading my story and keep it weird.
Haley. What the fuck? Isn't that so scary? in a clown mask in your house in your house where'd they go i don't know don't Love that one.
Hate it. Want to move on from that one. Want to move on from every part of that story.
Hate that. Love you for sending that. Hate that.
So the last listener story that we will do is called Just a Casual Story Involving My Mom and the Claremont Serial Killer.
Oh, you know. Casual. This is from Gemma.
Did Gemma say I can say her name? I believe she did.
Yeah. Okay. Hey, Gemma. Hey weirdos, I love listening to your podcast and appreciate all the amazing effort you put into them.
Oh my god, thank you. I can't believe I thought I had no decent stories to write in about because this is actually pretty batshit bananas.
I think I just blocked it out of my memory, preferencing sweet blissful ignorance over crushing potential reality.
I'm sure you can already tell, but I have a very healthy coping mechanism.
Same. Me too. Anyways, I'm from Perth, Australia.
Hey! You know how we feel about Australia.
There is a major trial going on at the moment investigating the Claremont serial killings.
We want to cover those. Back in the mid-90s, three women went missing from the suburb of Claremont. on the outskirts of Perth, but Sarah Spears' body was never recovered.
It was a cold case for years until new DNA evidence linked the greasy spunk trumpet Bradley Edwards to the crimes.
They have the best insults in Australia.
That's a great one. I gotta use that one.
He has pled guilty... to two counts of rape one being a teenage girl in a cemetery I know what the actual fuck but has pleaded not guilty to the murder charges When I was a teenager, circa 2005-ish, I was at home one afternoon with my mom, a badass blonde who don't take shit from nobody.
Hell yeah. We lived on a five, that's like ash. we lived on a five acre block in a small town about 50 kilometers from Perth our home was situated between the main road that went through town and a dirt track we would often walk along this track to go bushwalking you know this one day my mom asked If I wanted to go for a walk but I was too busy playing Sims or some stupid shit and declined.
Wow. You're in my head. So off my mom went.
She was walking home when she came to the intersection where this dirt track met up with the main road.
She heard the roar of a car turning to see a ute traveling along the main road scream to a grinding halt.
Now, there are a lot of bogans. May need to Urban Dictionary that one in my town.
So it isn't uncommon for a car to be hooning around.
I love all these words right now. Do you know what bogans mean?
I forgot to look it up. I feel like I know that word.
I'll do it while you read it. Yeah, bogan.
Mom didn't think too much of it and began to walk, albeit at a faster pace, in the other direction.
However, she stopped dead in her tracks as the man driving began to reverse.
Mom said she immediately got that ah fuck feeling in her stomach.
The car pulled onto the dirt track she was on and accelerated towards her, sending a flurry of red dust and rocks into the air.
Freaked out, Mum turned around. He had accelerated too quickly on the loose gravel and overshot his mark.
He was visibly enraged by this, making sure to maintain eye contact with her as he pulled at his steering wheel to whip his car back around. it was at that moment at that point my mom's uber arrived and arrived and she noped the fuck out of there as she started running home All she could hear was the revving of the engine as he pursued her.
Literally a fucking nightmare. I imagine it, this is exactly what I was thinking, I imagine it to be some Jeepers Creepers style bullshit.
Thank God there was a huge log that obstructed the track so mom was able to run ahead and hide in the bush.
She watched this guy slowly drive back down the main road scoping the area looking for her.
What the fuck. uh when he was out of sight she breathed a sigh of relief and in my darling mother's own words she thought quote that was a bit weird Bless this woman who raised me, but her tolerance for weird is way too fucking high.
So after the lunatic had well and truly gone, she starts off again only to see that son of a bitch had turned his goddamn monster mobile around. and accessed another road to bypass the log.
He is fixated on my mom. She sprints towards home knowing that if she can make it to the boundary of our property, That there's a break in the fence.
She's running on very uneven ground, so Lord knows how she didn't fall over.
But somehow she found this break and made a flying leap through it.
Like I said, my mother is a badass. So what does she do?
She turns around to look at this fucker to get his number plates back.
They lock eyes and he is seething. She knows that to turn around, he has to drive about half a kilometer to get back to the opening, but she doesn't want to go home because I'm there alone. concerned he would follow her there she crossed the road to our neighbor's property and hides and surely enough There the hell wagon is again, slowly stalking the main road looking for her.
So fucking scary. This is way too much. Next thing I know, she races into the house in a frantic panic, yells at me to lock all the doors and windows.
I'm so confused, having just been pulled from my sim binge stupor.
So I'm asking her why, which now I think about it must have been really annoying.
She called our local police station to report the incident.
What the fuck? And so the information was lost and never investigated.
A few years later, she was out and saw a photo of Bradley Edwards in the newspaper and recognized the face immediately.
That. That was him. That's the fucking guy.
So yeah, moral of the story is, fuck that guy for disturbing my Sims game.
Haha, just kidding. He can get fucked for so many other reasons.
Thank you so much for reading my mom's story.
I should mention my mom is still living her best life, but with significantly less bushwalking.
She continues to be a badass to this day.
Keep it weird, you bloody legends. Gem, you're a bloody legend.
You're a fucking gem, Gem. Gem is a gem.
Her mom is a bloody legend. Amazing. And that word, what was it?
Bogan. Bogan. It means like trash. Oh, okay.
So I'm a bogan. You're a bogan. oh jemma that was fucking amazing holy shit Those were some good listener tales.
Those were really good. Yeah, it took a long time to find all of those.
That was amazing. Good job, y'all. You know what?
You guys killed this episode. brought to you by you for you all about you and you did it well Well, if you enjoyed that, I hope that you go ahead and follow us on Instagram.
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But not so weird that your mom is like basically escaping a serial killer.
Not so weird that like you're running around your house and then this guy with a creepy clown mask is following you and then all of a sudden he's not there.
And not so weird that your stepmom tries to like kill you and your dad with a wedding fucking magazine.
And not so weird that like the ambulance is like haunted as fuck and there's fucking fire ants everywhere.
And not so weird that your basement smells rotten. really bad because it smells like toby and toby's dead and that's so weird that you go on a sushi date with a convicted well attempted murderer man I think I got them all.
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