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Hey, weirdos. I'm Elena. I'm Ash. And this is Morbid... dot com it's not it's not the website like you needed something like to come after it just Morbid.
Yeah, you were like, and here we are. Dot com.
Well, it's Morbid Listener Tales Edition.
Yeah, brought to you by you, for you, from you, and all about you.
We love these. These are like a A little shot to the arm.
Yeah, we love these, my dude. You guys are just awesome at writing these.
And I feel like we're always like really in a slap happy kind of mood on the day where we've scheduled these.
And I'm like. yeah like i feel like i need listener tales today it's true it's so it's a need and they like they like put me in a good mood They do.
And I feel like, you know, they're going to happen forever because we have so many listener tales in our email right now.
We'll never run out of them. I know, and I love that.
But keep sending them because we want to do them forever.
Yay. So I think, you know, our August listener tales, I will begin.
Okay. And this first one is called Billy Bob and the Floating Fucking Head.
Hell yeah, it is. A listener tale sent with a double-spaced doc.
Oh, see, that's just fucking prima. That is fucking primo, Ked.
Alright, let's see. Let me make it a little bigger because I'm not wearing my glasses.
Girl, I just did the same thing and I am wearing my contacts.
I get it. I thought I brought my glasses up here with me, but alas.
I can't see. Hey, my spooky bitches. Hey, first of all, let me just say that I love y'all so damn much.
Love you too. You're both super amazing and deserve all the hugs and ice cream and butt touches you can handle. butt touches.
I love you already. You too. Listening to your podcast gets me through the day.
I was introduced to the podcast roughly two months ago and haven't been able to stop listening.
I'm over 150 episodes in when I do eventually catch up.
I'm going to be super sad that I'll have to wait for new episodes.
I know. Dang, that's a fast pitch. Good for you.
Hopefully we'll be able to stay just right out in front of you.
So you're never caught up, I hope. Some people say that that does happen to them.
They're like, I caught up. And then the day that I caught up, you released like an episode and then the next day, another one.
That's what I'm hoping. That's our goal.
Just to keep you always on your toes. Stay on that treadmill, okay?
Yeah, just on the morbid treadmill. Just stay Forrest Gumpin's.
Down the morbid lane. Just gump down that road.
I've always been open to the paranormal, but have never actively tried to seek it out.
Cause duh. Who the fuck wants to invite that bonkers crazy shit into their life?
Not me. My Uber's here. Bye. But I have had a few spooky, spooky experiences in my life.
I'm going to tell you about one that still gives me spine chills. almost 25 years later and makes me want to hide under a mountain of blankets.
I tend to ramble a bit, but I know you probably won't edit it.
So whatever. I love that people know that.
Now they're like, you wanted it. No. It's cool.
Names have been changed, including mine, because I'm a very private person and a bit paranoid After listening to so much true crime.
I feel you. You can call me B. Or Bia? Is that Bia?
B. We'll go with B. Because I aspire to be Dorothy.
Oh, there you go. I aspire to be Dorothy from Golden Girls when I grow up.
That's the only reason I knew. But here's some backstory.
First of all, I fully... believe that i am dorothy i was just gonna say we were talking about that the other day you are dorothy and i am rose nyland yeah 100%.
St. Olaf. When I was young, about seven years old, my mom started dating an absolute waste of DNA.
Same. Like this absolute twat waffle should have been swallowed at conception.
A lot of them should have. He was deeply redneck and somehow also bougie AF.
I'm going to call him Billy Bob. We love a bougie redneck if they're not a waste of DNA.
What a great combo. if they're not the worst person ever.
Billy Bob lived in a big ass house decorated in what I'll call hillbilly chic.
Animal heads all over the walls, hunting gear around every corner, cabinets of creepy-ass ceramic dolls and knickknacks. expensive electronics for every room furniture no one was allowed to go near let alone sit on I don't understand that That's like when people wrap their furniture in plastic.
I don't get it. Why? Why do you have it?
Right. Just why do you have it? I shit you not, this motherfucker had an antique sofa that was trimmed in gold woodwork along with a matching loveseat and coffee table all... roped off why would you like you're not a vip club dude you're not a museum you can't rope things off His house looked like an 87-year-old high-class woman and a 17-year-old country boy had moved in together and figure out how to decorate together.
It was deeply terrible. I love the vision that gives you.
Great reality show. Right? Great reality show.
Let's have an 87 year old high-class woman and a 17 year old country boy. have them go into a house and they got to decorate it.
HGTV, are you listening? But you know that the 87 year old woman would just be like, fuck your feelings. like i'm decorating this with all the but they have to come but the rules are they have to come together okay The rules of my reality show that I'm pitching to HGTV right now... TM.
Is... You have to work together. It has to be a 50-50 split.
TM, TM, TM. TM, yeah. I wanted to do that yesterday.
Yeah. Can I host it? We're going to post it.
We're going to post it. We're going to pitch it is what I mean.
Pitch it and then we can host it as well.
To this day, I am 1000% positive that this dude is deeply haunted.
Whenever we would stay with him, it always felt like I was being watched.
I occasionally hear a disembodied voice or feel cold chills run down my back.
Like someone had just run their fingers up and down my spine.
Oh, just that? Just that. I fucking hated the weekends when my mom would take me out to his house with her.
That sucks. They tended to stay out of the house and leave me with his shitty daughter, who I'll call Carol, who was 14 and loved to try and scare me because, you know, she was a total shit sandwich.
She would hide around corners and jump out and scare me, lock me in the bathroom and force me to play Bloody Mary before she would let me out.
Or hide under the bed I would sleep on and grab my ankles when I would sit down on it.
Just generally being the worst. I mean, she does have some pretty good tactics though.
What a bitch. That's terrible. She was dedicated.
Carol, you're a bitch. So when he moved from the middle of nowhere to buttfuck nowhere... Wait.
So when he moved from the middle of nowhere to buttfuck nowhere...
First he was in the middle, but now he's like to buttfuck.
Mom decided he should just move in. We should just move in with him.
That's a bad decision. Not the best decision she's ever made.
Okay, good. But everyone makes mistakes.
Absolutely. But like, what the fuck, mom?
She said that, not me. So when we were moving in, And for some reason, all his extra shit got put in my room because, you know, the other four bedrooms weren't good enough for his precious trophies.
What? Animal heads, hunting gear, and piles and piles of boxes.
I wasn't allowed to pick a different room because he wanted me as far from his bedroom as possible.
What the? Okay, so put your shit in a different room, my dude.
Also, that's a red flag, mom. look at the next sentence seriously you can tell I haven't read this Where the hell was my mom when this decision was made?
Thank you. Yeah, that's like, okay. On the back porch, halfway into her third bottle of wine.
Don't worry, she no longer drinks and we have an absolutely amazing relationship now.
Oh, good. I'm glad. Oh, evolution. The first night there, I had to sleep on the floor on a pile of blankets since we hadn't set up my bed frame yet. with a deer head staring straight fucking at me.
Like B was not, little B was not happy about it.
I was scared of the dark. had crazy anxiety and had trouble adjusting to new places.
This seems like the worst possible position for you to be put in.
This is like making me so sad. I'm like very upset for you, right?
Like young you, right? right now. I'm feeling very stressed.
Yeah. I think that's why I'm like, stop.
I feel like I'm having a little bit of PTSD right now.
Oh, I beg to be able to sleep in the living room, but Billy Bob was convinced I would try to sleep on his precious fucking antique couch. i hate this guy and i hate that you were put in this position seriously he told me that i Okay, fuck this guy.
Yeah, fuck him. He also refused to let me sleep with the light on because, you know, he's a fucking cunt. oh my god you sweet little baby angel i hate this i ended up finally falling asleep around midnight after basically exhausting myself by having anxiety attacks and crying oh god when i fell asleep the entire house was dark and quiet like unnaturally quiet But quiet is better than having some random spooky spooky talking to you about how much they hate you.
Yeah. I woke up a few hours later. I'm gonna just assume it was around three because that's when the diamonds get up to party.
I woke up to that fucking deer head floating right above my head.
What? sitting next to me, not leaned against the wall where Billy Bob left it, above my fucking head, looking directly at me.
So as I made contact with Bambi from Hell, my only thought was, oh shit, it followed us.
My seven year old brain was like, just pull the blanket over your head.
Cause you know, kids are dumb. I waited for what felt like hours, but was probably like five minutes, and poked my head out from under the blanket.
Bambi was back to its original position against the wall.
I got up, turned the light on, because fuck you, Billy Bob. and tried to lay back down to sleep.
I fell asleep for what felt like 10 minutes and then woke up again.
This time Bambi had friends. Bambi floated above my head, a stuffed rabbit was floating near the wall by the door, and a stuffed squirrel was on my fucking pillow.
That sounds like a really bad acid trick.
I hate this. I noped out of there so fucking fast that I'm pretty sure my legs looked like the Roadrunners and ran across the house to bang on Billy Bob's door.
My mom tried to calm me down and walked me back to my room thinking that Carol was just playing another dumb trick on me. which i'm not gonna lie i was totally thinking maybe it's carol being a cunt carol has like like uh like animatronics maybe it's like maybe it's dark in there she just woke up and carol like set shit up to make it look you know When we got there, everything was where I left it, except they weren't floating.
Bambi had dropped onto my bed with one antler broken and the other stabbed into my pillow.
The rabbit looked like it had been thrown against the wall and the squirrel was on the floor next to my palate, missing its fucking head.
Oh, I bet Billy Bob's going to be pissed. piss too this is like taxidermy shit is ruined she walked to carol's room and found her snoring her hairy ass off So it definitely wasn't her being a dick bag again.
I ended up Staying in the living room for the rest of the night with all the lights I could reach turned on and wrapped in a giant blanket.
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I would have, like, if I was your mom, I would have slept with you.
I'm not going to lie. Yeah, no, literally.
Are you asleep yet? Fucking spookies. I'm seven and terrified.
Leave me the fuck alone. I ended up staying awake in the living room until the sun came up and begged to move to an empty bedroom.
The next night I struggled to sleep again because the spooky spooky thought it would be funny to flicker my lights and turn the clock radio on and off, always to static.
The whispering also continued, but this time it was things like, you smell like my wife.
What the fuck? I wonder what you're... What?
I gotta go. Except it was all in a deep growling voice.
Like, calm down, Bundy. Ew. So he's later like, you smell like my wife.
It's like funny now, but imagine being seven and hearing that.
I can't imagine being 35 and hearing that.
Just waking up to like, you smell like marijuana. when flesh tastes like.
Like, ah. Scary. Smell like my wife. I like how he turned like real country.
I feel like I've been listening to so much Watch What Crappens that I just want to say.
I smell like my bitch wife. Listen to Watch What Crappens, guys.
It'll make you so happy. A few other incidents happened, but the details are fuzzy since I'm pretty sure my seven-year-old brain decided to block it all out for my own sanity.
Small side note, they never found the squirrel head.
I was going to ask about that. My mom ended up taking me to my auntie's house to stay most weeknights and every weekend.
Thanks, auntie, for being... for taking in a scared seven-year-old and teaching me about sage and other ways to cleanse yourself and your home of these daemon bastards.
Wow, what a good auntie. I'm also a little mad at your mom right now.
I'm really glad that everything got fixed, but I'm mad at your mom.
Okay. I'm not a little bad at your mom. Like super glad you have an awesome relationship now.
Like evolving is a good thing. Everybody can change.
But like, I'm real mad at your old mom. Like, I'm mad at who she was.
Yeah, me too. I'm very angry. Luckily, the relationship ended after a couple months.
Yeah. And we never had to see Billy Bob's haunted hillbilly ass or his evil... his evil daughter again.
I'm currently living in a house with a couple of friendly spooky boys.
We have an understanding. They don't fuck with me or my babies and I don't sage their spooky asses into oblivion.
But I hope you enjoyed my story. Sorry for rambling a bit, but I'm trash.
Sup, Ash? Hey. I love you both so very much.
I would love to see a live show if you ever pop up in my state.
But please don't say it out loud if you end up reading this report.
I was like, nope, she said it. You know what?
I'm going to put a beep over that because that's just funny.
That is funny. Sorry I said that out loud, but nobody can hear it now.
Because Abish is paranoid. I feel you. Please never stop making podcasts.
I don't want to. I don't care if it's just y'all shooting the shit and talking about random things.
I live for the banter and the weirdness.
Elena's giggle is the most infectious and adorable thing ever.
And I feel like I relate to Ash on so many levels.
We might as well be best friends. This story made me realize that I related to you on every level.
Yes. has become a safe space for me to indulge my spooky true crime addiction.
Stay safe and keep it weird ash-centric.
But not, oh, I thought you were saying Ash say that.
But it's an ash centric if you want to say it.
Okay. But not to worry that you have to live.
Hold on. But that's weird that you have the live action cast of Bambi haunting and attempting to stab you in the face while you sleep and the demons that haunt your mom's hillbilly bitch boyfriend decide that they want to try to make you their next 3am snack. you smell like my wife you smell like my wife B
P.S. I've probably read and edited this about a dozen times.
It all just looks weird. It all just looks like weird electronic alphabets soup at this point so I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense no you did great B that was terrifying It was terrifying and it just made me very sad.
I'm very angry for your younger self. Yeah, I would have been pissed.
But you know what? I'm really glad that you and your mom like made it through and that Billy Bob can go fuck himself and that, you know, you have a good relationship. relationship now yeah i think that's great you know people can change they can if they decide to yeah they have to decide too so i'm glad your mom made that choice I love that I'm like very much in like a mom hatred moment.
But that's why I'm like, you know what? She has to decide too.
And good on your mom for making that decision.
Hell yeah. Have your mom call my mom. Except don't.
It's too late. Hell yeah. This one is called, that time my grandparents found a murder victim's bloody body in their front lawn.
Oh, Right. Let's do this. You said that to the right place, huh?
Yep. Hi, Alina and Ash. My name is, can I say it?
Can I say it? Doesn't say not to. My name is Beth. that I wanted to tell you about the time my grandparents found a dead, spoiler alert, murdered body in their front yard.
Oh. Back in the fall of 2013, my grandparents were in their early 70s and living the good life in their nice home at the end of a dead end.
No pun intended. Ha! uh in rural i fucking hate that word south rural germer but they were in illinois My younger cousins were spending the day with them and my grandma had taken them into town to do errands, eat lunch, or something.
My grandpa stayed home. So my grandpa was doing his thing, likely watching golf and napping. when he got a knock at the door.
He goes to the door and is met with multiple police officers with their guns drawn.
Whoa. The first thing they do is ask him if he has any guns in the house.
He says he does because he does. And so they ask him to step outside of the house, I guess where they can control the situation better.
One of the officers shows my grandpa a picture on his phone of a woman's face that is clearly all bloody and dead. and asks my grandpa if he recognizes or knows this woman.
My grandpa is like, no, should I? What the hell?
And the officers say, well, she's out on your front lawn, so.
What? Like, imagine you're just watching golf and napping and this happens.
You just wake up from a nice golf nap and they're like, well, this dead lady's on your front lawn, so...
What do you know about it? And he's like, nothing.
I don't know anything about that. The officers say that one of the neighbors called 911 after their children.
Aw. Found the body. Apparently, the neighbor's kids were playing and saw something from a distance, so they came to investigate, and unfortunately, they found the body.
Oh. That'll change you. My grandpa said that his wife, my grandma, had gone into town a couple hours before with their three grandchildren, and he's pretty sure she would have seen a bloody body on their front lawn when she left, so he's pretty sure it wasn't there just a few hours before.
I love that he's like, you know, my wife went into town a couple hours ago.
I feel like she would have told me if there was a dead, murdered body on our front lawn.
He's like, we just have that kind of relationship and understanding where if she sees a dead body, she'll let me know.
It's all about communication in our relationship.
So I feel like she would have communicated that to me.
Communication is key. Sorry for that nasty ass horoscope that just had to come out.
This was the middle of the day, remember?
So it's not like the body got dumped in the dead of night.
That's really insane. Wow. Anyway, so the officers are like, call your wife and tell her not to come home right now. which was really smart of them because they didn't want my three young cousins coming into that chaotic scene.
So my grandpa calls my grandma and tells her what's going on.
And this is a funny little side story that I'm going to go into, but I think it's worth it.
My grandpa tells my grandma what's happening and tells her that the police showed him a picture of the woman.
He tells her that she had blonde hair, but he couldn't really make out her face because she was so bloody and he didn't think he recognized her.
Now my grandma, being the traumatic queen that she is, immediately makes the connection that my mother, their daughter, has blonde hair. and for no reason whatsoever begins freaking out that maybe the dead woman is my mom slash their daughter.
You know what? I can kind of see. Yeah, as a parent.
I can kind of see that. Who else's dead body is going to be on your log?
What happened? So my grandma tries to call my mom immediately to make sure she's alive. but my mom wasn't working was working and didn't answer which sends my grandma into a tailspin So my grandma then calls my older sister, who is also at work, because remember, it's the middle of a weekday.
And my sister answers. The first thing my grandma says to her is, Sarah, have you talked with your mother?
Something terrible has happened. And before my sister can answer, my grandma says, oh, hold on, I'm getting another call.
My grandma literally would do the exact same thing.
Is your grandma my mom? Like she will do that shit all the time.
She'll be like, oh my God, I have to tell you this story.
Hang on, I have the other line. I have to tell you this terrible thing that I've been up all night.
I can't even stop. Oh, hold on. There's another line.
Hold on. Your grandfather just walked in.
I'll call you back. Oh, my God. what like what jesus she did that to me the other day she's like let me call you back in 10 about like something important and then never called me back.
I was like, Ma. You'll never know. Anyways.
And then she switches over to take the other call.
What the fuck, Meme? And I think it's Meme.
My sister has no idea what is going on and is obviously starting to freak out.
She said she started grabbing her purse and closing down her computer and just preparing to just up and leave work because something is clearly very, very wrong.
Yeah. Well, turns out the other call was my mom calling my grandma back.
Oh my God. But my grandma in her tizzy didn't think about that when she switched over from my sister after giving her a literal heart attack.
My God, this is literally my family. This is actually our family.
I feel this. This is unreal. So eventually my grandma switches back over and is like, JK, everything's fine.
My mom is not murdered and not dead on our front lawn.
We all laugh about this story a lot now.
Back to the real story. I'm glad you told that side story.
I needed that. So police question my grandpa but quickly figure out he did not murder someone and then just put them outside on his front lawn so they clear him.
They process the crime scene and take the body away and tell him that my grandma can come home now.
And she does, and they just live there again.
They just go to sleep that night, not knowing what happened.
Or who or why a dead body showed up on their front lawn that afternoon.
I can't imagine. You just you're like, oh, if someone was murdered on my front lawn, I would be like, we got to get a hotel for tonight, man.
Like, we got to get out of here. just like live there just go back to living they just go to sleep that day oh my god So luckily, police pretty quickly found out what happened.
All right, we'll stop laughing. All right, hold on.
It's going to get real. It's actually quite a sad story. story, but the woman who was murdered was 66 year old Barbara Beers.
It's not entirely clear how 30 year old Tamara Williams ended up in Barbara's car.
Either Barbara offered to give Tamra a ride after Tamra asked for one or Tamra carjacked her.
But once inside the car, Tamara stabbed Barbara numerous times and then dumped her body and took off with her car heading to Georgia.
Tamara was later apprehended in Tennessee, charged with murder. found not guilty by reason of insanity, and sentenced to life in a psychiatric facility.
Really sad all around. Wow. Wow. But it is believed that Tamara thought she was turning onto a country road that would lead into the woods where she could dump the body.
But then she found herself at the road's end.
Remember, it was a dead end road. Oh, yeah. and there were some houses around, so she just panicked and threw the body out of the car and sped off.
Like, what? Out of my realm of even thinking.
Seriously. But he's like, oh, no woods. Guess I'll just dump this dead body I just murdered onto a front lawn.
I guess that must be one of the reasons why she was found insane.
So and my grandparents just happened to be the people whose house she picked in front of and dumped a bloody body out into the front lawn.
That's crazy. And for a very morbid ending, after all this, the city put a dead end sign right in front of my grandparents' house.
Stop. so that I guess future murderers would know that this is not a good place to dump a body.
Wow. And when we all go there for gatherings, we just drive by that sign and remember the time that a dead body was found in the yard.
Stop. Stop! And then they provided some links about the story and said, y'all are the best.
Thanks for being real ass badass, hilarious, morbid bitches and giving all of us the morbid weirdness we need in our lives.
Any time. But damn, what a story. Oh my goodness.
I just I laughed so hard when she's like and just like live. there they just like went back to living like went back to live in there i mean really like what else are you gonna do you can't just like sell your house like right your house that you've lived in for how long?
No. And then I was saying I would go to a hotel, but then would you even want to?
Cause then it's like, is someone going to break into your house and like live there?
Yeah. I don't know. I don't know why my mind just went to like the murderer would come back.
Yeah. I mean, who knew? It would freak me out.
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That was a wonderful one, so thank you for that.
This one is entitled... Two-part New England listener tale.
Yeah, it is. Let's do this. It says, hello.
First and foremost, I truly appreciate all your shows and hearing you get excited over New England-specific murder and ghost tales.
As a former Connecticut native living in Memphis, Tennessee, it brings me joy to hear you Freudian slip out your Boston accent and constant use the word wicked.
Yes. This is going to be a wicked good listen.
It's going to be so good. I get just as excited to hear about these stories close to home. and hope that you will enjoy these wicked tales out of Connecticut, even if you don't share them on the pod.
We are. Here we are. I figured that while I was writing to you, I might as well tell you both a murder and a ghostly story. both personally experienced.
It's long as fuck, but hey, it's in a put-a-fuh So that's got to count for something.
It counts for everything. It does. It counts for so much.
And you know that, what do you always say?
Brevity is in our spirit. Oh, brevity is not something I'm all about.
So let's see. Part one is entitled Murdery Shit.
I grew up in a really small town called Andova, Connecticut.
I should just do this whole thing in a really exaggerated Boston accent.
For sure. Not to be mistaken with the bougie and affluent town of Andover, Massachusetts.
Oh, you're really going to? No, I'm not.
In our Andova, I feel like I have to say Andova.
Yeah, you do. There was one stoplight, two gas stations.
You get the picture. When I was in the fourth grade, my parents came home one night after attending their high school reunion and brought with them an updated yearbook.
Yearbook. Yearbook. This yearbook highlighted all the wonderful and fucked up things their classmates had done in their adult lives.
Yeah, just do that. My dad started to tally up all the men and women who had ended up in prison for one thing or another.
After 30 minutes of reminiscing on all of the messed up and wicked things these people had done, my dad turned to me and asked, which of your classmates do you think will end up in prison?
Because that's exactly the question you should be asking your 10-year-old child.
Without a second thought, I immediately answered, Michael.
Yeah, we all have. ones. We all do. My classmates and I had watched this boy kill bugs and small rodents during recess ever since we were in kindergarten.
Can you say warning signs? No, but I can say warning signs. running signs, kid.
Like he would literally plan out his day shappening sticks and going on rampages, climbing up trees in an attempt to to stab squirrels and chipmunks.
As a teacher now, I am very concerned at how the hell my teachers at the time didn't notice this behavior happening too.
Yeah, I'm a little concerned about that.
I feel like back then they were probably just like, eh, I don't want to deal with it today.
They were like, ah, there he is just climbing a tree again.
It's fine. He's got parents. Already being a mini murderino at this time, I knew that shit was bad news.
Unfortunately, our teachers were way too busy discussing this discussing their torrid affair with one another to give a shit about the little boy killing things on the playground.
I'm screwed. They're having a tyrant affair.
What does that mean again? A torrid affair?
Yeah. Like a heated, like an affair. Oh.
Like a hot affair. Oh, okay. Like a hot commodity?
Yeah. Well, like an affair. See, whenever I hear like they're fucking each other.
Oh, okay. Yeah, I was just gonna say. I was like, how do I... Like, they're fucking each other.
I love that you clapped your hands to, like, signify that they were fucking.
Like... That's what that is. This is how that works.
No, because I misunderstood because I was like about to say I thought an affair was like when you were like. going out on your on your yeah man or woman no like an affair can just be like you can have an affair when you're like single it's just like an affair Like a torrid affair.
Oh, okay. See, I didn't think you could have an affair when you were single.
Yeah, I mean, it's mostly like an affair when you're cheating on someone.
Thank you. They shouldn't be having this affair because they are co-workers.
Flash forward 10 years. All right. I'm in my sophomore year of college and I see a news article saying there has been a murder in my tiny bum fuck town.
Immediately the name Michael came to mind, knowing deep down that if anyone in that town was going to be murdered, it would be the... the asshole to look for in question.
Ends up, Michael had been riding his dirt bike by two men fishing at the town lake.
The two exchanged words, but then ended up padding ways.
A few hours later, Michael rode his dirt bike to the man's house. shooting him point blank in the front yard while his toddler son watched.
Oh, I hate that part of it. His toddler son watched his father get shot.
Oh my God. Michael claimed that the man had, quote, disrespected him during the earlier verbal altercation.
I'm shook. I know. Come to find out, Michael had recently gotten into an altercation and shot a flamethrower. into his girlfriend's eyes, blinding her.
What is happening with Michael? Michael had recently gotten to an altercation and then just... Why does he have a... a flamethrower into his girlfriend's eyes why does he have a flamethrower on his person Why?
Who's just carrying around flamethrowers?
What is going on, Michael? This was, I mean, this was from the jump.
What even is a flamethrower? What even is a tower at a fair?
What is anything anymore? Despite the seriousness of this crime, yeah, I'm like, why was he walking around?
Right. Michael was allowed to return home while awaiting prosecution due to the fact that his girlfriend refused to press charges.
Wow, she's a better woman than me. She probably just didn't want to go through all the traumaticness of it all.
I imagine she was terrified. And that's when he murdered this poor innocent man.
So he got out of this and then he did this.
All I can say is teaches. If a student comes up to you and tells you their classmate is killing things on the playground, please pause the sexy talk with your co-worker and do something about it.
Pository to fair. That was like very New York of you.
Part two. Ghostly shit. Yeah, I need that after that.
I figured that while I'm writing, I might as well make it a tufa.
So let me tell you about a haunting straight out of Paranormal Activity.
Love it. In the tiny town of Hebron, I don't know how to say that, but I'm going to look it up because I'm from New England and that's what I do.
I looked it up and I was right. I thought I was, but I got scared because people get upset about pronunciations.
Yeah, they certainly do. But this person's from New England, so I feel like they wouldn't.
They get it. That's just me. But I got it right either way, so whatever.
Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. All right.
Hebron, Connecticut, also known as the location of one of Ed and Lorraine Warren's most notable investigations.
We love that. I was living with my family in a small ranch located next to some old farmland and an abandoned road no longer in use.
Wow. The six of us were sandwiched in that place like a can of sardines and learning how to meld our two stepfamilies together.
So tensions were already running high. Oh, no.
What a way to bond. Immediately after moving in, my family began to notice some strange happenings. doors opening, things being moved, voices, you know, all the normal paranormal experiences.
Things only began to escalate as time went on.
One of the first extreme experiences was when my boyfriend at the time was babysitting my stepbrothers, And the one and only family picture we had in our home came flying off the wall across our living room and shattered on the floor.
The ghost was like, you guys don't belong together.
I'm gonna shatter this picture. Fuck your family.
As if that wasn't fucked up enough, one night I was sleeping on an air mattress on the living room floor.
I was awakened by the sound of chairs moving.
People placing glasses onto a table and the shuffling of playing cards.
What? They were literally just like having a poker night at your house.
They're just like bro-ing out in the middle of the night.
That's a great group. right honestly that's like our other one our other story that was like a spooky boy lives in my house like we have an understanding I feel like it's just like, okay, play your cards.
Go ahead. Let's go off. But like, that's it.
Right. That's all you can do. I sat there a moment only to realize that we didn't have a kitchen table.
Oh, no. Freaked the fuck out. I sat there for a moment, not wanting to move.
And next thing I know, the aquarium that resided about 10 feet from where I was sleeping... was dumped onto me.
Okay, so you guys did not have an understanding.
The communication was not where it was. No, I can just think of, like, fishies flopping.
Yeah, just be like, flop, flop. Well, that feeling of not wanting to move quickly subsided and I ran my ass into my dad's room and attempted to explain why the hell I was soaking wet. and our pet frogs were currently happy.
Sorry. Our pet Our pet frogs were currently hopping merrily about our living room.
I kind of love that. Set them free. He's just setting them free.
Things only began to get worse from there.
Wait, I need to know, did your dad believe you?
Was he mad at you? What happened? I feel like, did you dump out that aquarium on yourself?
Are we having like really intense behavioral issues?
The doorbell began to go off randomly despite my dad having disconnected it from any power source.
That happened at Ma and Papa's house before.
Yeah, it did. We heard footsteps running up and down the hall.
We saw black shadows in our basement. Wait.
Hell, even packs of coyotes would gather in our yard and stare at our house in unison at night.
That happened to Elena the other night. fucking day that literally happened the other night oh but weren't they yapping they weren't just yeah they were pissed yeah they weren't just staring they were like screaming yeah it was very ominous that's very really scary While those occurrences were enough to establish the baseline for one wicked horror movie by themselves, this was unfortunate.
Unfortunately, not the most notable event from our paranormal experiences.
Tell me. The day my boyfriend and first love broke up with me.
Yup, the same guy who was there to witness the picture of our family flying off the wall.
The angsty teenager I was decided that I would burn all of his shit in a nice little bonfire in my driveway.
Don't you love the teenage thought processes?
Yes. After ensuring that all items had been sufficiently singed, I walked my ass back inside to go and cry my eyes out on the couch for a few hours until the rest of my family got home.
While sitting there, I heard footsteps going up the stairs from the basement and garage.
I said, hello. expecting my stepmom or one of my brothers to respond.
Nothing. Weirded out, I called, hello, once again, and watched as the door began to swing open with no one there.
Fed up with all the ghostly bullshit and hyped up by teenage heartbreak, I screamed out, for the love of all that is good.
Not today, demon. Well, the demonic present dies. presence did not like that and let out the most horrific growling scream I have ever heard in my life. i just got full chills all over my body really fucking scary Think something straight out of The Exorcist.
I ran my ass out the back door so fast you could have seen smoke coming off my feet.
I sat hysterical next to my pile of burnt up boyfriend shit and waited for my stepmom to come home because you could not pay me a million dollars to to go back into that house alone.
When she finally arrived, I told her word for word what had happened avoiding the fact that there was a pile of ash-ridden teddy bears and letters still slightly burning in our driveway.
She's like, are you also a pirate? She's like, what's happening?
We mustered up enough courage to walk into the garage, up the stairs and back into our living space, holding hands the entire time.
We turn the corner only to see every single cabinet door, the microwave, fridge, and pull out freezer and dishwasher open.
This always freaks me out. And the sink blasting out water from the faucet.
Yep, just like in Paranormal Activity 2.
After turning off the sink and closing up the fridge and freezer, We hightailed it out of there and drove to the nearest parking lot to await my father's arrival home.
The next day, we put the house up for sale.
Oh, my God. Damn. You know what's funny?
It's like reading this, you're like, oh my God, that's like kind of funny that like the goat, like just picture a demon opening up all your cabinets.
No, no, that's one of the scariest things that can happen.
It literally is so scary. But if you picture it, it's fucking hilarious.
But I don't picture them like using their hand to open all the cabinets.
I picture them like just like... making all the cabinets open.
See, I picture them literally going one by one, like, I'm going to be an asshole.
That's funny. Makes me feel better. Yeah, see, I think of it the other way, where they just blast all of them open because they're scary as fuck.
Yeah. Because that's usually what happens when you see it in like movies.
Yeah. Like they all just shoot open at once.
Yeah. So I'm like, that's just scary. demons are like weird with the shit that they do yeah they are strange occurrence occurrences continued to happen to us, our friends and family members each time we were present in the house.
Hell, the ghosts even fucked with the health class baby doll my friends and I had to bring home for a school project.
That little shit would not stop crying. That might just be babies.
Luckily, the entity did not follow us in our new house and we are able to find peace once again.
Thank you for sticking with this long ass story and I hope you keep it weird.
But not so weird the north signs of a serial killer and a child who moved into a demon-infested house.
Anything to add, Ash? I'm still shook. I think, uh, Not so weird that your cabinet's open at once.
I don't know. I'm shook by your story, man.
That's real weird what happened to your cabinets, man.
After all of that, like, murder, like, premature, you're just like, dude. fucking cabinets that's wild I'm stressed about it but also picturing it makes me laugh I'm like stuck you know how people get hooked on phonics I'm hooked on cabinetry. wow that was that was something it really was shit that was funny oh thank you fellow new englander I love a New Englander.
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Alright, well my next one is called Listener Tales.
Not so cute after all. This one is from Grizz and I got excited about that because as you all know, I love Grizz.
Hi, Ash. Hi, Alina. I'm Grizz from Ottawa, Canada.
Hopefully I said that right. Oh, yeah. You also jiggled some of my brain cells and brought back a memory I haven't thought of in a long time.
This happened about 25 years ago, and I will almost certainly get some of the details wrong, but this is how I remember it.
I took a log law class in grade 12 and we went on a field trip to the provincial courthouse.
The assignment was to pick a courtroom, observe the proceedings and then write a report about it. it's a big city with big it's a big city with a big courthouse and we all dispersed when we got there Most of my classmates got to watch people bicker about divorce or parking tickets or something.
I wandered alone down a bland hallway and slipped into the back of a random courtroom with absolutely no idea what was going on inside.
This is already amazing. i really want to do that someday the trial i wandered into had been going on for some time already So there was no opening statement when I got there to explain any of what this was about. they just got right into it.
Both the defendant and the guy they brought to the witness box were my own age.
They were dressed all spiffy for court and They were pretty cute, I thought, at least until the witness started talking.
The kid said that he was with a group of friends, all teenagers, and they were out walking super late at night when they saw a guy they knew who owed them some kind of money for drugs.
It didn't say some kind of money. I don't know why I said that.
Some kind of money. Some money for drugs.
We would prefer U.S. dollars, but if they were going to give loonies and toonies, that's okay, too.
Just some kind of money. Monopoly will work on Tuesday.
Now they demanded the money, but he said he didn't have it.
So they kidnapped him. Oh, okay. Oh, no big deal.
Oh, cool. I forget how. And they took him into a house in the... buy word market.
That was really hard to say. Buy word. That's all.
Buy word. Yeah. I wanted to say like bri word for some reason.
Now, that's kind of a touristy downtown neighborhood where there are a lot of outdoor market stalls and a lot of the houses around there are pretty old.
One of the teenagers was house-sitting there for a man who was on vacation.
I want to know why that man trusted the CDP.
The kid on the witness stand was telling his story as casually as if he were talking about a movie he saw or something.
The teenagers dragged the kidnapped guy down to the basement.
Most of them smoked some pot and played guitar in the rec room, while the defendant, who had tied the kidnapped guy to a chair in the workshop, tortured the guy.
I don't think it was super clear whether he was still thinking he might actually get the money from the victim at that point. or if he was just reacting to not getting the money.
That's like, That's so scary. You're just torturing someone for money that they owe you? me money so now i'm just gonna in the fact that it's like it's not clear if he really wanted the money after that or if he just wanted to torture someone It's like that kid was going to end up in prison for something someday.
The witness said he popped into the workshop at one point to see what was going on. and the defendant was doing something to the victim with electrical cords.
What? If you know how to do something to somebody with electrical cords, like... That's like hillside strangler shit.
We haven't covered them yet, but like...
Just wait. I don't want to. Yeah. Then the witness went back out and listened to some music and hung out with his buddies a little while longer.
Oh, yeah. I love that he was like, you know what?
Let's just like jam. Yeah. He's like, you know what?
I see that you're working with electrical cords, so I'm going to head back.
I'm going to head back. I'm going to... vibe out a little bit back here.
You let me know when you're done. The vibes in here aren't exactly immaculate, so I'm going to go to where we are vibing to try to get it better in there.
You guys don't seem like you're vibing he returned a second time and said he thought the victim was still alive at that point too, but he wasn't sure because he was kind of slumped in the chair.
What he was sure of was that at some point that night, the defendant killed the man that they'd kidnapped oh my god damn so yeah evidently this was a murder trial Yeah, I'd say so.
The kids then had a body to dispose of. That law class really did you good.
Good job. I declare this a murder trial.
We've got a Moira. The kids had a body to dispose of and this was a tricky situation because they didn't have a car and they were right downtown.
But at least part of the basement had a dirt floor, so they decided to wrap the body in trash bags Bury it in the floor and hope for the best.
I think they also said they dismembered it, but I'm not sure why.
Wow. Another teenage witness came up and told basically the same story.
She looked so gosh darn normal while sounding like a complete sociopath.
Wow. That was it. Time was up and I had to go catch the bus and get back to school.
Imagine going back to school after like tuning into that.
I'd be like, no. That's when you became a weirdo.
I never heard what happened to the man whose house it was.
Yeah, he just came home from like his vacation.
Yeah, they were supposed to be house sitting.
He came home and presumably found a mangled murder victim in his basement.
I read the newspaper every day looking for an article so I could learn the rest of the story, but all I ever found was a tiny blurb a couple pages in. with barely enough information for me to be sure it was about the trial I'd watched.
It said the kid was convicted. I guess since everyone involved was a minor, there were limits on what they could publish.
Oh, yeah. Things got tricky with that. People like to remind me that the reason the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket these days is because media loves to jump on anything horrific. and then gets beamed around the whole world in seconds, making these things seem more common than they really are.
But this happened right here and not a lot of people know.
Kind of makes you wonder how often these things happen and we don't find out.
So that's my story. Keep it weird and just say no to drugs.
But if you say yes, maybe pay your dealer up front, Chris.
Wow. Damn. That is so messed up. And that was such a good point.
It's so true. Like... You and I were talking about something that happened near us lately, and I was like, oh, I didn't even hear about that.
Yeah. It's... It's true. Things happen all the time we don't know about.
I think it's a coping mechanism that a lot of people have where they say like, oh well they only report on the bad stuff so like that's all you're hearing it's like yeah sure That's 100% true.
But think about all the bad stuff we're not hearing about.
Like, they're just picking... The biggest things.
They're like cherry picking. Never mind all these other crazy.
Because how many stories have we covered that we're like, I didn't even know this existed and it's some of the most horrific shit you'll ever hear or even on like crime countdown when we talk about stories on there i'm like what like i didn't even know that this happened how did i not know this happened or like how is this person not on every like scariest killer list ever Yeah, literally.
No one knows who they are. It's really wild.
It is. It's sad, too. Wow. So... Why don't we end on a spoopy haunted theater?
Why don't we? where a murderer may have buried someone and there's pictures and there's pictures oh Hey there, Ash and Elena.
I am Laura. I don't know how to start, so I'm going to fangirl here for a minute and say how much I love you guys.
I listen to you while at work and my coworkers think I'm weird.
And Ash, I'm witchy too. Yeah. I enjoy reading tarot cards for all my friends.
Anyways, I will get on with the story. It's a long one, so bear with me.
Alayna's a witch too, guys. I'm like a sciencey witch.
Yeah, we'll go with that. The theater used to be a church at one point and was transformed to, you guessed it, a theater for plays.
It is located in downtown Lewiston, Ohio, where I grew up, but the murders happened before my time. i will add photos so you can see it i'm going to start with the murders first then go into the hauntings that seems like a good way to do it Yeah, I like that.
It's like the other one. I needed the haunting.
Yeah, you got to give me the murder first and then end on the haunting.
This all started with a girl named Christina White, who was 12 years old, going missing.
Oh, 12. Mm-hmm. Her mom told her to cool down with a cold wet rag and then come home when she felt better.
But this sweet, this young sweet child never made it home and she was never found.
The second victim was Kristen Davis. She was a 22-year-old attending the University of Idaho.
On June 26, 1981, she decided to take a lengthy bike ride from Moscow, Indiana to Lewiston, Idaho.
Or excuse me, I don't know why I just said Indiana.
Yeah. That was weird. I do that stuff all the time.
Randomly, I'll just look at a word and just say a totally different word because your brain doesn't read. read all of the letters it just like fills in the middle yeah sorry so that was weird She decided to take a lengthy bike ride from Moscow, Idaho to Lewiston, Indiana.
Idaho. Oh, my God. Why am I saying Indiana?
She rode her bike from Moscow, Idaho to Lewiston, Idaho.
What is happening? What happened in Indiana that my brain is trying to like suss out here? talk about indiana wouldn't it be weird if you got to the end and like it had to do something with indiana yeah what is that about i don't know okay we'll see i guess i don't know I mean, guys, is something going on in Indiana?
You read the word Washington yesterday and said Massachusetts.
I sure did. I sure did. So I feel like something's happening.
We just read a lot, I guess. Yeah. Our brains are like, stop.
Whatever. A bike ride from Moscow, Idaho to Lewiston, Idaho.
Which is like 32 miles. That's really long.
That reminds me of the Tara Calico. I know, I was thinking that too.
So good for her to do that because I wouldn't even make it two miles.
I would barely. make it one let alone the hill down to lewiston is super steep and i would die Anyway, she was said to stop and talk to a man in a brown van and she went missing.
On July 4th in the same year, a fisherman found a garbage bag containing her dismembered body.
Oh, sweetie. The other three victims went missing on the same day, on September 12, 1982.
Brandi Miller, Christina Nelson, and Steven Pierce.
What is it? Pearsall. I just want to make sure I said that right.
Pearsall. Brandy and Stephen knew each other through the theater.
Stephen, who was 35, was like a big brother to Brandy, who was 18.
Christina and Barry... Brandy were roommates and they were walking to Safeway to go shopping when they weren't seen again. and no one knows what happened to steven keep the this fact in mind for later on oh That's ominous.
On March 19th, 1984, the skeletons of Christina and Brandy were found in Kendrick on a hillside.
The story was that they were tossed off the side of a grade and rolled down and stopped at the base of a tree.
Some length of cords were found near their remains.
That's fucked. Mm hmm. How this all ties together is that the suspect is 36-year-old Lane Voss.
He was active in the theater. He had a past of crime.
When he was 17, he was picked up for attempted burglary outside of a mortuary outside housing the recovered body of a drowned teenage girl.
He was found with a knife, flashlight, and camera.
When he was questioned, he could not be clear on his reasons, but I bet it was something gross.
I'm willing to say that as well. So he pled guilty for trespassing and completed probation.
When he was the suspect of the recent murders, he refused to cooperate with the police.
He refused a polygraph test and any further interviews.
Hmm. Gee, that's not suspicious at all.
A voice stress analysis was performed and suggested deception.
And guess what this cowardly, slimy worm did?
He moved to North Carolina. Ding, ding, we have a winner.
The local police knew 99% that he was the guy, but had no hard evidence to hold up in court, so they could not pursue.
Again, this is like Tara Calico. It really is.
So the theater has many rumors as to why it's haunted.
There is this room that the cast of the play is called the shoe room.
It is a room full of costumes and shoes.
I know, not very inventive. I was just going to say, why is it called the shoe room?
People who go into the room. have been known to get pushed, scratched, and come out with bruises.
This room has been rumored to have a body buried under the cement of the floor.
Remember Steven Pearsall? Well, rumors have it that he is the one who was buried.
Oh my goodness. There is also known to have been a bride that walks up and down the aisles.
Of course there's a bride. Some weird things happen on the stage as well.
I've known people who are in plays and they have said they hear voices as they're waiting to go on stage.
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So this is my older sister's story. When she was a teenager, she and her friends went to the theater one night to explore.
They started up in the light and sound box.
They had candles and other objects out and were trying to communicate with the ghosts.
They asked if anyone was up there and to put down one of the seats in one of the aisles.
She and her friends watched as the seat was pushed down and stayed down as if someone was sitting.
Whoa, dude. Next they went to the stage.
My sister said that she heard her name being called right behind her.
As she turned around to see if it was one of her friends, there was no one there.
After this happened, she noped right on out of there.
I always wonder, how do they know our name?
I know. That's because they're magical. They're from a different realm.
I know. I've been going to plays there with my mom for years as long as I can remember.
Every time I go, the large chandelier in the middle of the room never stops spinning.
There are also seats that are reserved for some of the spirits that reside in the theater.
I love when a place will lean into this shit.
Just embrace it. Hell yeah. Embrace it. I love that.
Plays have issues such as lights won't work and sound.
I love that the spirits are like... You give me season tickets to this whole season or I'll fuck everything up for you.
Or I will fuck it all up for everyone else.
I love it. I want to see every show. I want every musical.
It's like a Karen ghost. I love it. I'd like a discount.
I want it. And sometimes the main characters have gotten hurt in the past.
Oh, no. They decided to permanently keep those seats off limits, greedy, selfish ghosts.
Anyway, my experience was the last time I was there.
I was about 21 and my mom and I were at a play.
It wasn't a busy night, so there were lots of seats open.
My mom and I sat pretty much in the middle of a row.
We were sitting there chatting and I felt my hair get flipped.
Like someone ran their fingers up my hair.
Oh no no no. I turned around to see the weirdo who was touching me and there wasn't anyone walking by.
The only people there were on the end of the row behind us.
If someone did touch me, they would still be walking by.
My mom asked me what was wrong because I was looking around and weirded out.
I told her something touched me. She believes in ghosts too, so she just said, oh, maybe they were trying to get your attention.
I'm like, I just want to watch the play.
And we continued the night. well that's it for the haunted murder theater remember to keep it weird P.S.
Here are some photos, and she has photos of the theater.
I was going to say, but not so weird that a ghost touches your head.
Yeah, none of that. I don't want that at all.
Oh, Christina White was like the cutest.
She was. I can't even. Oh, what a cool looking thing.
I know. We'll have to post a photo because that's really cool.
Oh, I like that it's not like gigantic too.
Like it looks like pretty, like there's a lot of seats, but it's like compact.
Yeah. That's a cool chandelier as well. guys well steven pierce all was like i know he was adorable like everyone was just like the cutest Yeah, that makes me sad.
Wow. Oh, my God. Did you see the picture of the suspect?
No, I didn't even see that. He's really creepy.
He's really creepy. got like a handlebar mustache not that that's creepy but like it's creepy if you're already creepy creepy oh no thank you yeah and he has those eyes yeah no thank you oh man that's so terrifying i'm gonna leave now All right, my dudes.
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And we hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird.
But not so weird that Billy Bob and a floating fucking head is hanging over you while you're sleeping because that's really fucked up.
Not so weird that you just dump a murder victim on socks. of somebody's grandparents' lawn because that's really rude of you.
Not so rude that you accidentally stumble into a high profile case and then you never find out what happens from it.
Always keep it so weird that you're from New England because those are the best people and Connecticut is the best too.
I love you guys. And definitely don't keep it so weird that you are in a spoopy haunted movie theater where people are just like playing with your hair and Keep it so weird that when you're in the afterlife, you can just go to free theater shows.
Yeah. Get season tickets when you're done.
I'm finna keep it that weird. Do that. All right.
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