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Hey weirdos, I'm Elena. I'm Ash. And this is a Listener Tale Morbid.
Heyo. Thank you. it's the episode that's by you for you all about you by you for you from you about you having to do with you all of the you things Because we love you.
We love you. So much. So much so that we can't wait to see all of your beautiful faces at our live shows next year.
Oh, my God. guys also it's so funny hearing you say next year because i'm like it's not next year it's in a couple months i know isn't it weird next year is in like a few weeks as in the beginning of the roaring 20s Again, love that for you.
I love that for me. Really quickly, let me just apologize if I sound like a toad.
I do have a little cold going on. Don't yell at me.
It's because she's been helping me take care of my sick farm family.
Giving my best stab at motherhood. Practicing for fucking 45 years down the road.
Killing it. Anyways, the live shows we are playing, which still sounds weird.
We are going to hang out with you at the Gramercy Theater in New York on January 30th. woo that one is sold out sold the fuck out which is crazy bananas but whoever bought tickets to that can't wait to see you See you soon.
April 14th, we will be at the Punchline Comedy Club in Philadelphia.
And I believe there are still tickets left for that.
So go get them. Go get them. Then the very fucking next night, we're going to.
Hang out with you at the DC Improv in Washington, DC, baby.
Again, I'm pretty sure there are tickets left for that one, but go get them because they're going soon.
I just burped. I hope you didn't hear that.
Didn't hear it. Cool. Then in May, I'm so fucking excited for this one.
I'm excited for all of them. But May 7th, we're playing Zanies Nashville, Tennessee.
It's going to be so fun. So, so fun. So Nashville. and uh i don't even know fashion knows this but i'm pretty sure that's that show is sold out excuse me what is it for real I think it might be sold out.
We did get a couple of messages of people being like, wait a second, I was trying to get tickets and I think it's sold out.
Oh my shit. So crazy enough, our shows are going like really fast.
Why do you like us? Bonkers for me to say.
And we just want to let you guys know that we are like truly humbled by the fact that you want to buy tickets to come see us.
The humbleness of humble. We are not taking this for granted at all.
It's blowing our mind each and every time.
So thank you guys so much. Go get those DC and Philly tickets and we'll be adding more shows.
Hopefully if we sell out Philly and, uh, And DC, we might be adding a special show somewhere else.
So get on it. Buy those tickets. The other little piece of business I just wanted to mention was anybody who bought tickets... bought shirts on our website um those shirts have come in our inventory has come in so we're going to be sending those out to you so Be on the lookout because they should be coming soon.
Sweet. And if you haven't bought a shirt, tell you waiting for.
Go buy a shirt. What you want in fall. Go to our merch store because we're going to be adding more styles and designs.
But yeah, so they'll be coming to you soon.
Thanks for being so patient. Elena, I posted an Instagram the other night and I was wearing.
What were you wearing? The murder apparel sweatshirt, baby.
Murder apparel? Oh, my God. Do you know what I just realized?
I'm literally wearing a murder apparel sweatshirt right now.
Holy shit. She really is. She's literally a Christmas one.
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Do you want to go first? I sure do. Cool.
So my first one is called Devil or Dad? I mean, which one?
What is it? I'm curious. Who is it? This is from Becky.
With the good hair. Becky with the good hair. uh hi my motherfucking morbid friends hey motherfucking becky what's up motherfucker what's up becky I have a tale for you.
Good, because this is the Listener Tales episode.
To the right place, Bex. Well, not a tale because it's true.
So a story, if you will. I want to start by saying I love your podcast.
I only found it like literally three days ago and I've already been so much and I'm definitely not getting enough sleep.
I just can't stop listening. Oh my God. I love that.
That's amazing. Anywho, hold on to those crazy ass butts.
Bottoms, if you're from the UK. Hold on to your bottom.
Or booties. I live in the UK with my nan and granddad.
I was a granddad. You literally were a gran.
I went... full british i was getting into it i feel like i feel you need to now tell the whole story in an english accent oh god I won't do that to you guys and I also lived with my dad in the same house before he passed away five Christmases ago I'm sorry I'm so sorry I've always thought my house was a bit haunted always got a bit spooked going up the stairs and on the landing Ever since I was young, I loved watching scary stuff with my dad, and we had watched every single episode of Ghost Hunters up until he passed away.
In his bedroom, which is now my son's bedroom and he points in the corner all the time, but that's a different story.
Yikes. Hope it's your dad. My kids do that too.
They'll point in the corner or smile into the corner.
The baby laughs at the corner all the time.
Yeah, the baby laughs into the corner all the time and we think it's like baby grandparents.
Don't love it. They're like, oh, I hope it's a happy grandmother over there.
Just being like, hey, girl. Me too. I sleep in your living room a lot.
You need to know these small details now, and it will make sense later on.
Growing up, my dad would often come upstairs onto the landing and hover outside my door.
Nothing creepy, sis, don't worry. He would stand there and pretty much spy on me, especially if I had a boyfriend round.
I get that. 100%. Yeah, that's just a dad thing.
That's Alina in the future. Absolutely. Now baby daddy and fiance.
So the boyfriend is now baby daddy and fiance.
Okay. So that worked out well. Congrats.
My dad would listen to see what we were watching, then come in for a little chit chat and gossip.
It was really cute knowing he wanted to just have a chat and would try to see what we were watching for a combo starter.
That's really cute. That is adorable. Also in the night, he would stay up so late watching family and just late night UK TV.
If he needed to go to the toilet, he would pretty much run across the landing past my bedroom door and the floorboards on the landing are super creaky.
So creaky that I know each creaky spot like the back of my hand.
So getting to the spooky part of the story.
After my dad passed away, maybe like a year after...
Me and my fiance woke up at exactly the same time in the middle of the night, 3am.
Oh, the witching hour. Always 3am. Always 3.
My fiancé doesn't believe in ghosts, etc., and never believes me when I say I've felt things and seen things.
Anywho, so 3am we both wake up at the same time and look in the corner of my bedroom near the door.
We both saw a massive black mass. no fucking huge just standing there watching us hunched over Oh, I feel like that was not your da-da.
That was not your da-da. I don't like that.
We both said to each other, what the fuck is that?
I was panicking saying turn the fucking light on.
When my fiancé again said, what the fuck is that?
Whatever it was ran off so goddamn fast and you could hear it running down the landing all floorboards creaking and banging.
Don't love that. In fact, I hate it. We were so shitted up.
I'm always so shitted up. Fuck, I love you, Kate.
We're so shitted up. We were so shitted up.
We sat there for about an hour, fucked up, wondering was it my dad peeping on us or something more sinister.
I'm going to go with something more sinister.
I literally sleep all wrapped up. No toes, fingers, legs, arms, head or even a strand of fucking hair hiding out.
No one believes us, but fuck them. Hey, this really happened and now I'm scared all the time and spooky things keep happening.
Especially in my son's room, my dad's old room.
That's it. I hope you still got your butts, sis.
Keep it weird, you weird guys. Love you.
Bye. All my weirdness and love, Becky. Becky, sister.
Black masses are never a good thing. No, black masses are not typically family members.
No, I feel like they're not. Typically Satan.
They are not happy, gentle da-das who just want to sit and just, you know, shoot the hot goss with you.
That's not. what they are now i can't stop being british i'm like no you're like no no no that's not your dada nay sir nay sir We're from so many different regions of Britain right now.
Yeah, they're like, you suck. They're like, where are you, sis?
I'm somewhere in the middle. We're somewhere.
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Okay, this one is called The Time I Almost Became Dead People for the Sake of Fresh Air.
Okay, alright. I literally I'm going to tell you why I picked this after I read the line that I read.
Dearest Ash and Elena, I'm supposed to be studying for exams right now, but YOLO.
So I'm writing you guys a fun little listener tales.
Because I hecking love you. That's why I picked this.
I hecking love you. I hecking love you. She wrote it in all capitals.
I hecking love you right back. I am a newer subscriber of your podcast, but Mormon has instantly become my favorite thing that I have ever heard.
Thank you. Wow. I love you. All of the women in my family are hardcore true crime fans, and from a young age, I lived for the Dateline channel and binged Criminal Minds.
Yes. That sounds like a family of badass.
Fuck yeah. Women right there. If the timeline doesn't add up, I'm 18, which means I was four when Criminal Minds came out.
Oh, damn. Also, I would very much like to marry Matthew...
Is it Matthew? Matthew Gray. I don't know.
Matthew Gray. Fuck. Matthew Gray Goobler.
Listen, I took some Robitussin before this, okay?
It's having an effect. It's not drowsy, so I don't know why.
But Matthew Gray Gubbler. Gubbler. Gobbler?
I don't fucking know. Regardless. Regardless.
Regardless. All right. So back to the story.
She says, I am absolutely in love with your sisterly dynamic, having myself a blended family with a complicated mother. for you ash girl shout out uh but the absolute most amazing sisters i could have ever asked for me too oh i love that you know what people don't know is that i have a little sister that i love very much I feel like my little sister's like, cool, I'll go fuck myself because I always talk about how much I love you.
Anyways, I'm the favorite. She doesn't listen, so it's fine.
We all have varying degrees of shared DNA, but gosh, if some dumbass piece of what lettuce told me that we weren't real sisters, I would roundhouse kick them in the face like the guy with the America pants.
Napoleon Dynamite. I'm obsessed with every part of that.
Me too. And you know what? I'm going to start roundhouse kicking people in the face when they say we're not sisters.
Wearing American flag pants. Amazing. By the way, I work at a bar and one time the Royal British Marine Soccer Team, whatever hecking British crumpets and hullabaloo that is.
Stopped by this overpriced shithole and got wasted.
One exchange between bickering teammates ended when one snack of a man told another that he looked like a piece of wet lettuce.
And it has become my favorite insult. Anyway, let the spook commence.
This is my favorite ever. I love this person.
Wet lettuce. All right. One morning in eighth grade, insert dry heaving sounds for middle school.
Oh, my God. I feel that on such a spiritual level.
I woke up while it was still very dark and heard my mom in the kitchen getting ready to leave for work.
It was normal for her to leave very early because she had a 30 to 40 minute commute to Baltimore, which is a fantastic city and I will not be told otherwise.
Go Ravens. Okay. And she was never very good at keeping quiet and to not wake me up.
5 a.m also quick side note one of my biggest pet peeves is when people are talking about time and they say some oh my god this is my biggest pet peeve Ooh, I'm excited.
When they say 5am in the morning. I fucking hate that.
I say that all the time. I don't like that either.
Like, no, when you said AM, it meant morning.
You do not need to add in the morning for emphasis.
That is... That it was early, you're not that special, and I don't feel bad for you.
Thank you. That's what she said. That's amazing.
Usually when her noise woke me up, I would go downstairs and say goodbye like the angel that I am.
So I pushed my covers off and put my legs over the bed.
But I have bad circulation and it was hecking cold.
So I said, not today, Satan. And I went back to sleep.
Sorry, mom. Wow. You can relate to so much of this.
Honestly. I woke up later to my mom opening my door in a panic, yelling my name like she was checking if I was in my room.
I was like, well, good morning to you, too.
Why, pray tell, are you coming in at 7 a.m.?
? if you hadn't collected my mom had not left early for work that morning meaning that the person in my fucking kitchen was not my mom what was it my mom told me that someone broke into the house and robbed us what The fuck?
That piece of wet lettuce had come in through our kitchen window and broke some glass which is what had woken me up.
I almost went downstairs at the ass crack of... She said crack.
I said ass. At the crack of dawn to say good morning to someone fucking robbing me.
What? They even took a dollar and change out of our swear jar that was supposed to eventually fund a passport for me.
Petty bitch. he took drugs not illegal ones lol and cash like the shitbag he is and made his way to the next house Also, now is when I would like to note that I was that was the morning I found out that fresh air is for dead people because I almost became dead people.
He hit up multiple houses in the neighborhood, but little did the drugged up fuckhead realize that Annapolis, where I'm from, from is a suburb of DC and therefore littered with secret service agents.
Really, there's at least four that I know of in my neighborhood.
Luckily, one of these wonderful pals saw Señor Sticky Fingers leaving a house with a bunch of random shit.
Scared him shitless into throwing his bag under a car and running.
This pal called the cops, made sure the bag wasn't a bomb because Secret Service things.
And we got our stuff back, which is cool.
Needless to say, our kitchen window stays locked now.
I would like to add that I was listening to an episode this week on my way to work and Dennis, more dry heaving sounds. raider was mentioned and i shit you not elena i said fucking dennis in perfect synchronization so i think we're soul sisters now we are So please never stop doing you.
Also congrats on baby morbid. My mom was a nurse midwife for 30 years.
Wow. I actually watched some rando give birth when I was seven because I was sick and my mom had to take me to work with her.
A testament to her questionable parenting.
Oh damn. Oh right. She said her mom was questionable.
Oh I forgot about that. So I know that shit is hard work.
So power to your sister for being a badass mom.
Merry early Christmas. Please do a live show in D.C. or Baltimore. oh hey are we gonna see you keeping it weird to the best of my ability kate Kate.
I loved that. First of all, you're hilarious.
You're so funny. You're so hecking funny, Kate.
They're so hecking funny, Kate. Second of all, that was the spookiest fucking tale of all time because I say it all the time.
My biggest fear is home invasions. A hundred percent.
Like biggest fear. And to know that somebody was downstairs in your fucking house.
And you almost said like you almost like ran into them.
But yeah, it's like it's hecking cold. So I can't go downstairs.
Like you almost went downstairs and were like, mom, what are you doing?
And it would be some senor sticky fingers.
Your sticky fingers could have hurt you, Kate.
He could have, and he didn't, and I'm glad for that.
And also, sure, we'll do a live show in D.C.
Yeah, just for you, Kate. Just for you, man.
So hope to see ya. Just so you guys know, this next listener tale kind of deserves a little bit of a trigger warning.
It involves a stalker. It involves self-harm.
And it has a lot of abusive situations in it, like... a lot of description of it, so if you don't like that, just skip ahead a little bit.
But... It's a crazy one. So my next one is called The Time I Had a Stalker Who Was Literally the Devil Incarnate.
Oh, that sounds like nothing I want in my life.
Wow. That's just, you don't bury the lead at all.
You're just like, yep. So this is from Jessica.
Guys, I apologize in advance for this long-ass story, but it's worth the read, I promise. apologize don't you ever apologize jessica never nay of all the fuck up things I've endured in my life this one fucked with me the most as I've never been as afraid for my life as I was when this dude came into my life Jesus I'm scared I'm real scared Also ladies, before you read on, let me say I adore your show and seeing your podcast blossom the way it has is so, so, so awesome.
I am happy for you guys. You deserve it.
And I wish you nothing but continued success and joy.
My God, Jessica. You just gave me all the snuggly, fluffly feels.
The spoopiest, most doopiest, happiest feels.
I love you Jessica love you you two are the fucking tits so are you Jessica we're the chesticles also you guys can use my name I'm Jess hey Jess hey Jess what's up jess thanks i don't have to edit that out so that's good and the man in question here is spunky That was his fucking nickname.
And then she did the puke face. Wow. I don't like that at all.
Spunky. What's up? Anyway, read on and feel free to condense and shorten this story where you need to.
Won't do it. When I was in high school, I used to spoil the shit out of my little sister.
She's 10 years younger. Aww. That's funny.
To this day, she and I are super close like you two.
Aww. One of the things we used to do often is go to the movies and afterwards to the pizzeria right across the street.
One day in October of 2006, after watching this animated movie with my sis, a guy starts talking to us at the pizzeria.
I should mention that our dad passed away three years prior at the age of 35.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, my God. Since he was my cheerleader and even encouraged me to get into modeling.
Oh my god, my heart. Jess, I am hugging you right now.
Jess, you're a bad bitch. Here's bad bitch vibes.
Right? I'm just giving you a big old hug through this podcast.
But of course, the crusty ass kids at school.
Oh, they are so crusty. They are so crusty.
They're the crustiest. Would say I was happy he was dead, so I became more of a loner.
What the fuck kind of bullying is that? What pieces of shit?
I hate that. God, I hate other people's kids.
I do too. They're the worst. This played a major role in me giving this guy the time of day.
Anyway I gave him my number and we started hanging out in the library.
He'd meet me after school while I studied or did homework.
We were both super into art and music so we got along well.
I started noticing he never took off his black jacket, even though the library was warm and cozy.
One day, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled them back down almost immediately, but not before I caught a glimpse.
He had dozens of cut marks on both arms and one really gnarly vertical cut Which I knew exactly what that meant.
I didn't pry, but on another occasion he told me the story.
Apparently his favorite uncle saved his life.
Oh. Oh, my God. God. Holy shit. Jesus Christ.
Holy shit. His being the oldest would protect his younger siblings by hiding them in the closet.
I felt super bad for him and had a major soft spot for him at first.
Man, I don't blame you at all. Yeah, no.
How could you not? I was also dealing with depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder, so I knew his friendship would become too much to handle.
I also found out he was not 18 or 19 like I originally thought.
He was 23. Oh, not good. That's not good at all.
I got increasingly nervous as to how I should end things with him since he was becoming super attached to me.
So I started to avoid him and he started stalking me.
He would wait for me after school. He'd watch me at work at my friend's restaurant and just follow me with his gaze while i waited tables and insist on walking me home afterwards he had a shaved head A bunch of jailhouse tattoos and a really intense stare.
I'm terrified. One day, I was setting up the Christmas tree with my mom, and I get a call from him fuming, asking me where the fuck I was.
So I told him I was home, which was the truth, because I was a teenager on a school night. but he called me a fucking liar and insisted he'd just seen me in some other dude's car.
I hung up on him and kept ignoring his calls.
I didn't want to worry my mom, so I didn't say anything.
That weekend at work he showed up and watched me work like he'd always done.
He wanted to walk me home to talk. I don't quite remember what I said.
But since he knew where I lived, I wanted to be as amicable as possible, so I complied and we walked.
I was 16 at the time, and I'm 21 now, so I only remember small details.
Oh, I'm so nervous. I know. I'm like real nervous, guys.
I remember getting off work around 1 a.m.
It was about a 10 to 15 minute walk tops.
My mom calls the restaurant because I was nowhere to be found.
It was 3 to 4 a.m. and I wasn't answering my phone.
They notified her that I left around 1 so she asked my 15 year old brother and 17 year old cousin to look for me.
All I remember is that at one point when we started walking...
He grabbed me from the belt of my brand new North Face coat that I had saved up for almost a month to buy and asked me why I was acting like a bitch.
He said, if you want to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like a bitch.
I'll rob you like a bitch and I'll spit on you like a bitch.
Oh, my God. What the fuck? This is so fucked.
He threw me on the ground and got on top of me, ripped my coat.
Ripped my gold earrings out of my ears and I yelled for help.
We were cutting through an all-women's college campus in my neighborhood but no one came.
Oh my god. I remember running away after that and nothing else until my brother found me.
I was balled up in the fetal position under a bush near our house completely unconscious.
They brought me upstairs. Apparently I was sobbing uncontrollably screaming.
I just want to die. And at one point I took a pen and started stabbing myself in the wrist. oh my god I wish I could say that was the end of it after that incident I had a security guard assigned to me and he would follow me around at school employed by my high school One day, not too long after the incident, he breaks in.
Into her house? I was innocently making my MySpace profile look nice AF using my HTML skills. to hide my music box so no one could shut it off if they visited my page, lol.
Amazing. I love that little. You will listen to my music.
Do you remember doing that? All of a sudden you became a coding genius.
Yes. like how did we all know how to code i don't know because it hasn't helped me thus far in life that shit happened my myspace was lit as fuck thank you for that little reprieve by the way in this story because i needed that i know thanks um lol anyways he knew i wasn't at school because he's my fucking stalker And he asked me where the fuck I had been and why haven't I responded to his calls.
After my initial freak out, I told him I was grounded with no phone.
He saw my phone by the mantle and smashes it on the ground, calling me a fucking liar.
He's crying and clearly drunk. He starts saying that he's alone in the world and no one loves him.
At this point, it's February 1st or the last night in January.
The day before had been his uncle's death anniversary.
His uncle was the only father figure he had, and that's why he had been out drinking.
I'm yelling at him to leave me alone and to get the hell out of my house and he starts to stab himself in the head with his keys.
So I tear them from him and he pins me up against a wall and chokes me.
I break free and try to run, but he grabs a kitchen knife and starts to threaten to kill us both.
He's crying and I'm trying to coax him into giving me the knife and calm down.
Eventually I take it from him and throw it in the sink.
I'm yelling and crying for him to leave me alone.
Eventually he does. He leaves all the doors open. wide open and me on the couch crying uncontrollably i had a next telephone i don't know if you guys remember these but they were essentially walkie talkies yes i remember those i had one So he beeps on the broken phone and his loud, distorted voice comes on.
He starts laughing maniacally. And says, Jessica, go to hell.
Ha ha ha. Never mind. You're already there.
And I'm your worst nightmare. Oh my actually no.
Holy shit. I literally just got chills.
You're so scary. I need to know what happens.
So there I was in pajama shorts and a tee.
It's the dead of winter and my mom was a couple blocks away doing laundry.
Without hesitating, I run out the door barefoot in my shorts and tee pajamas, and this woman stops me in her car.
She tells me her husband is a cop and she could help.
I declined her help and head straight for my mom sobbing.
Yes. The woman followed me in her car till I got there and left.
My mom is a lioness when it comes to us.
Yeah. Hell yeah. She's this tiny woman 5'3 or 5'4 who got married to my dad way young and had me at 18.
At the time of the incident, she was only Elena's age, like 33 or 34.
Oh, wow. That's crazy. So I tell her everything that happened and we drive back to the house.
I'm freaking out, begging her not to go in, but she's seeing red.
Good mama. Hell yeah. Oh, wow. They ask me to give my statement and I can clearly hear him rattling the bars with his cuffs in the cell.
Once he heard me start to talk he starts loudly singing the first verse of Suicidal Thoughts by Biggie.
And the lyrics are, what? When I die, fuck it.
I want to go to hell because I'm a piece of shit.
It ain't hard to fucking tell. It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies.
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies.
God will probably have me on some real strict shit.
No sleeping all day. No getting my dick licked.
Oh, he was yelling that? Hanging with the goody goodies lounging in paradise. i felt real weird saying that whole thing i don't know why it's not it's not very you no it's definitely not Guys, when I tell you that song evokes fear in my heart ever since that moment, I can't imagine.
Like that struck fear into my heart. Anyway, but after that, it fucking evokes fear.
He did not go to jail after that, but my mom had a restraining order against him for all of us.
And she sent me to live in Chicago with her sister while things cooled off.
I missed her terribly and three months later this woman uprooted her whole life for me with my sister and brother in toe stop it my god what a bad bitch bad bitch We only stayed for a little less than a year and came back to New York because I wanted to graduate with my friends and my siblings missed it here too.
I was glad to hear he was in prison for some other dumb shit.
He did, however, come out eventually and I found out while I was out jogging one day.
He literally hooked his arm around mine as I jogged and pulled me back.
No. I want to get off this rollercoaster, man.
No. I was in fucking shock. He apologized for everything and all I said was okay and ran like fucking hell.
Oh my god. I never saw him again. But I've seen his mom on occasion who blames me somehow.
What exactly did you do wrong, sis? Right. anyway ladies I hope you enjoyed my story you'll be glad to know he did not break me yes oh my god i love you yes i am a boss bitch living in manhattan yes honey you are just queen I'm a personal trainer at the UFC gym and bartender in Hell's Kitchen and also still an artist.
Girl, what don't you do, sister? Oh my god, I just love you.
I'm pursuing theater, improv, and TV film.
Oh my god, Jess. jess i'm so happy for you genuinely like i'm so fucking happy that you got out of that susan story yeah the survivor tales where you're just like bad bitch bad bitch You guys inspire me to follow my passions.
I'm crying. I'm crying. I'm crying. You've ruined me, Jessica.
My Instagram handle is at the Jessica Lopez.
Enjoy some of the doodles and paintings below.
I have a couple of projects I'm working on, but I do want to make an Ash and Elena morbid painting soon please do i love those guys thank you jess and honestly i'm looking at her photos right now oh my god that's so beautiful like holy shit the tree one jess i love the tree one oh there's two tree ones i love your tree drawings these are I want a tree tattoo.
Oh my god, you're it painting? She did a painting of the new Pennywise.
Wow. Holy shit guys. Wow. I want this hanging in my house.
Oh my god. That's amazing. Is that Hellraiser?
Holy shit. Okay, guys, you need to go look at her art.
I'm going to read you her Instagram handle again because everybody should go look at her art.
Yeah, this is incredible. Look at her art.
Look at her art. It is at underscore the Jessica Lopez.
Go look at her art because that shit is amazing and Jessica is a boss. ass bitch that story was wild wow holy shit thank you for that girlfriend thank you so much The town of Agde in France is famous for sun, sand, sea and sex.
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All right, so my next one is called My Parents Took Me to a Murder Motel When I Was Seven.
Love that for you. I don't know if I love that or hate that for you.
Parenting 101. Alex says, hey weirdos, I hope you ladies are having a fabulous day.
Yeah. Yeah. Give it like a solid four out of 10.
But you know what? Thank you. But I bet it's going to be better now. it's it's so much better it's been better already i love listener tales thank you anyways Thank you so much for starting the listener episodes because these are some of my favorites.
I fucking love these two. Good. There are favorites too.
One person told us that it was lazy, but that person sucked. they really yeah well it's not anyways and those you guys take a lot of care into writing these yeah and we take a lot of care into fucking picking them out that's right god damn it God damn.
All right, Alex. So anyway, my name is Alex and I'm from Northern California.
When I was approximately today years old, I found out that my parents used to bring me my three siblings and all our family friends to a motel that happened to be the site of four murders in 1999 totally fine totally fine love that for us from about 2005 to 2010 my family would go on snow trips quote unquote to Yosemite National Park every year oh that's really cool that is cool Originally, it was just my family, but eventually we started inviting family friends and we'd all go on this, quote, snow trip once a year and stay at this place called the Cedar Lodge in El Portal, California.
That sounds so fun. It does. My parents used to call it the Decap Lodge, but I never knew why.
Oh, my. I just knew. I just knew that meant they were talking about cedar lodge.
It was a bit run down with old furniture, lots of wood paneling and forest green bedspreads about what you'd expect from a motel.
But we had some fun-ass memories there nonetheless.
Fast forward to this morning. I'm elbow deep into one of my Wikipedia true crime tailspin deep dives trying to avoid... writing my essay when I come across the name Stephen Stainer.
Oh, I know this name. I had heard this name before. but didn't know too much information, so I started reading about him.
If you haven't done it already, his story is pretty wild.
Sure is. Basically, he was kidnapped as a child in 72 and held for many years, but eventually escaped his captor with this other kidnapped kid.
Anyway, from Stephen's page, I found and clicked on his brother's Wikipedia page because apparently Stephen's brother went on to be a successful lawyer.
So fun. wrong stephen's brother carrie stainer went on to become a fucking serial killer isn't that wild it is Apparently, Carrie Stainer was... Oh, I have heard of this before.
The kid got kidnapped in the... Yes, I know.
I know this. It's so wild. We should definitely cover this.
For sure. Apparently, Carrie Stainer was living and working in Yosemite Valley.
Do you see where this is going? Sure do.
In 1999. While there, he murdered and decapitated four women who were staying at the motel he worked at.
And you guessed it. It's the motel none other than the Cedar fucking Lodge, a.k.a.
Decap Lodge. as my parents lovingly referred to it.
I love that his parents did not even try.
I know. And they made like a cute name, like the DiCaprio.
You know Leonardo DiCaprio. It's real cute.
They go, isn't that just fucking charming?
It really is. I think it's charming as fuck.
At least now I think I have my answer as to why I'm obsessed with true crime.
Because my parents fucking took me, my siblings, and all our family friends to fucking Decap Lodge for some winter fun during the better part of my childhood.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Make sure to hold on to your butts.
Always keep those windows latched. And most importantly, keep it weird. bye alex you can't keep it much more weird than that that's weird as fuck i love it i love it i'm jealous i kicked a thing I kicked the thing.
I kicked the wires. All right. So my next listener story is titled where to effing begin.
The beginning. We're going to begin at the beginning.
The top of the email. And this is from Amber.
Hello, Amber. Is that the color of your energy?
Oh, shit. What? So she said, where to effing begin?
And her first line is, I guess that when it all began.
So you could be on the podcast. You can.
You're hired. You're on the podcast right now.
When I was able to walk and play on my own, my mom would often find me playing with da man.
That's why I picked this one. I just read the first line.
I was like, yep, print. It's literally Duman.
It's Duman. Because can't you picture one of your kids, you'd be like, who are you playing with?
And they'd be like, Duman. Demand. Demand.
I'd be like, okay, yeah. I'd be like, we're burning the house down.
And by playing, I mean rolling the ball back and forth or building towers and talking to and listening to.
My mom said she never saw Duman, but always had a calming feeling when I talked about him.
Oh, that's nice. Demand sounds nice. Okay, demand.
The years went by and he slowly faded into the background.
Uh-oh. Once when my dad was gone for training I was excited because it was my birthday soon and I saw my dad standing on our balcony then walk back into our apartment.
Nope. Nope, nope, wasn't your dad. I'm going to go ahead and say that's not your dad, girl.
That was not your da-da. It's not your da-da.
I ran up the stairs and was beating on the door while I was waiting for him to open.
While I was. While I was waiting for him to open the door with his airport gift, my banging went unheard because our apartment was completely empty.
Oh, okay. Uh-oh. When we moved back stateside, a few years went past and nothing strange happened.
Other than that, everyone that visited said they felt like someone was watching them in the bathroom.
Oh. what oh i don't like weird except for that no our house was built in the 1920s the roaring 20s did we just break the fucking audio probably my brother woke up around one or two in the morning and sees this man standing in my door no yeah you don't want that He thought he was dreaming because by the time he turned on the hall light, it was gone.
We walked down the hall and checked rooms.
He saw no one awake. My dad was also gone for training.
The next morning, I saw the same shadow man in the bathroom.
I turned on the lights, and he was gone.
I had not heard my brother's quote-unquote dream yet.
He was still asleep and walked downstairs while I was telling my mom what I saw and told her the story.
She thought we were lying and, quote, needed extra attention.
She was like, you just need attention. Later that year, we visited family, a big trip to see both sides.
While visiting my mom's side, we went to her aunt's house, unknown to me where her mother had died, my great-great-
Great grandma, aka Gigi grandma. Gigi grandma.
I made silly faces with a sick lady in bed for a few minutes.
Okay. The adults found me because they heard laughter from the kitchen.
They called me over and asked what I... Oh, there was no actual sick lady in the bed.
Oh. Oh, that just gave me like full body chills.
That's not okay. Because I thought... I thought she was in like a place.
Yeah. I was like, oh, they have the sick grandma in bed right now.
But no, she had already died. Oh, good. That's a lot.
They asked what I was doing. I told them and described her down to her long black braid pulled to the left side. okay that reminds me of that thing in scary stories to tell in the dark that one picture of the lady with the long black hair oh Talk about her Gigi grandma that way.
I mean, I just I don't know what your Gigi grandma looked like.
But the vision I'm getting is just I don't know.
I was four or five at this time. I asked why the lady isn't coming out of the room and my great aunt told me no one was there.
I must have been imagining things where she did.
Yeah, this isn't good. After leaving my mom's side of the family, we went to see my dad's family.
It was the first time I had met my aunt.
She said she was drawn to me because she could sense I could see beyond.
Yeah, you are seeing beyond. Sweetie, yeah.
She was a hippie and spiritualist of the best kind. i knew you were gonna say she said that i was a bright light and only the good spirits were attracted to me well that's good i love that She reminded me of this conversation a decade-ish later.
I was 17. I was still a bright light, and as she said, quote, connected.
Ooh. Ooh. Spook. I asked my mom who she was and she told me.
I told her what I remembered. She and my great aunt looked like they saw a ghost.
Ha. Besides small things happening, like small things not being where I left them in sleep paralysis, nothing major happened until I worked at a local pub after I got married.
Some spooky things happened there like smelling cigar smoke when no one else was in the pub or hearing doors open and shut when they're locked.
My parents had finally been able to visit the new town I moved to, also married a military man.
As we were walking around town, my mom said she remembers coming here when we visited my dad when he was in training at a small nearby town.
And at 14, I had made a prediction on my life.
I would live in a big city for a year or so and then move to this town and start a family.
Holy shit. I had actually lived downtown in the city for a year and two months before moving to that town. shortly after i found out that my husband and i were expecting expecting sadly we suffered a miscarriage I'm sorry.
I also suffered a miscarriage, so I feel you.
I'm sorry about that. I only somewhat remember this. when i did get pregnant again i had the opportunity to talk to a spirit guide guardian angel however you want to put it unsure of what to expect i asked a few basic questions What got me was when I asked, is my name Amber?
The response was no. What? I asked if it was Heather, and it was a resounding yes.
My grandpa, who passed before I was born, always wanted a granddaughter named Heather.
And my grandma always called me Heather, as she said.
As she said, if Grandpa had his way, I'd be Heather.
Oh my God. Holy shit. I have always felt that my Grandpa Jerry was with me.
After talking to my aunt, I used to look at pictures of my grandpa and ask, who is da man?
Oh my goodness. We're taking a full circle.
A little more than two years passed and nothing really crazy happened.
Then I got pregnant with my second baby.
First, I got pregnant while on birth control like less than a month after going off.
Second, I had a feeling from the start that I knew I would have this baby on October 9th.
I found out that my sweet baby was a girl and I knew for sure when she would be born.
Most moms know when their babies will be born, except she was going to be born three weeks early and on the 12th year anniversary of my best friend's death.
At six months pregnant, my family moved across the country to Oregon.
Oregon. Oregon. Oregon. My daughter was born October 8th at 10.32pm. or 1 32 a.m october 9th east coast time the time she passed away wow i just got chills Where, oh shit, and it's where my friend passed away.
I had lived and wouldn't be living if unexpected orders to move hadn't happened.
She was born exactly three weeks early, a whopping eight pounds and two ounces, and she had no ill effects of being born early.
That's amazing. amazing three weeks early and eight pounds two ounces that's awesome i know I mean, my girlfriend was almost two weeks late and she was eight pounds, one ounce.
Oh, my God. And I knew she was going to be eight pounds.
You did. I called it. You did. See, you and Amber.
I think Amber's much more spiritual, spiritually inclined.
She's much more hooked up. Yeah. I wish I was hooked up.
I have always been intuitive from a young age.
I know when bad things are going... To happen and can see signs, often dreaming, of loved ones that have passed away and always dream of the town or the house where my crazy life is going to take me next.
But these dreams are for a different story.
This has been long enough. Hashtag I've seen some shit.
Fresh air is for dead people as I leave my back door wide open to an open backyard surrounded by woods while I let my dog out.
Amber, careful. Holy shit, Amber. Wow, that was crazy.
She's psychic as fuck. You are crazy psychic.
That's really cool. That's so cool. That lady with... I know the lady with the long hair is like your Gigi grandma.
Gigi grandma. But like... You just made me think of that scary story.
And I can't remember what the story is. I can see it in my head.
But it's that creepy lady with the long stringy black hair.
I just immediately thought of it and it spooked me out.
We got to watch that movie still. Yeah, we do.
Ooh, tonight. Well, thank you. Thanks, Amber.
My next one is called I literally or no, it's not.
It's called I thought I was literally going to hell.
I like have a tendency to read, but like, like speed read.
So I read words that haven't happened yet.
Yeah, that's true. Sorry. Hey yo, before I begin my story, I just want to say you guys are the fucking best.
Thank you. Thank you so much. You are. You're the fucking best.
A fellow weirdo suggested your podcast to me and I will forever be grateful because you guys are the chesticles.
I love hearing that when fellow weirdos are the ones to get into us.
Okay, it's time to get paranormal in the bitch.
Sure is. I love it. I've only recently told my friends and my boyfriend this story.
So this is the second time I've talked about it.
Before I begin, I just want to point out that I lived in a trailer with my mom whose room was on the opposite side of the trailer and my younger sister and I shared a room.
In our joint room, we had a bunk bed. All right, hold on to your butts because this shit gets dark.
I'm holding on to my butt. This experience happened when I was 12 and I remember it like it was yesterday.
At that age, I was obsessed with reading books, so much so that I would get in trouble for staying up to finish them.
Get it, girl. As I mentioned before, I shared a bunk bed with my little sister.
I would wait until she fell asleep, she slept on the bottom bunk, to dive right back into my book.
I knew my mom was passed out in her room because she worked a couple of jobs and slept any chance she got.
With that being said, when I knew good and well that I wouldn't get caught for sneak reading, I would dive nose first into my book.
As I was reading, I got this feeling that made me uneasy and I shoved it off.
I thought maybe it's because I was nervous to get caught.
Now, I know that getting caught reading doesn't seem like a big deal, but my mom was on some next level crazy.
But that's a story for a different day. Oh, shit.
I continued reading when out of nowhere I was instantly sleepy, which was odd because I hadn't been reading long and I usually stayed up way later.
So naturally, being the night owl I am, I continued my book.
After a couple pages or so, I felt compelled to sleep.
Now for a final reminder I slept on the top bunk.
My bunk bed had a rail in the middle with two small openings on either side to climb in or out of bed.
I'm not sure how long I slept for but suddenly I was fully awake and alert but something told me to keep my eyes shut.
Now, to give you a clear understanding of this next part, I need to explain the position in which I was laying.
I was facing towards the rail with my left leg in the comfy side facing humping position and my left arm in a similar position with my hand under my pillow.
Not being able to shake the feeling off of Not being able to shake the feeling of fear boiling in my gut, I tried to get comfortable by slightly moving my position.
I was in a similar position as before but my Left hand was now exposed and slightly closer to the edge.
And I was suddenly yanked down really hard by my hand through the opening.
As I was falling, I opened my eyes and I stopped myself from hitting the floor by grabbing the headboard.
I was terrified to look at the ground and looked into the bottom bunk to see my little sister passed the fuck out.
I pulled myself back up onto my bed and just panicked silently to myself for a second and then the feeling of fear was gone.
Don't get me wrong, I was still scared shitless but the boiling fear in my gut was gone, if that makes sense.
When I calmed down enough to collect my thoughts, I just knew something truly evil and demon-like was responsible.
I have no explanation as to how I know that other than me trusting my gut instinct.
I went and stayed with my nana after that for a while, which wasn't uncommon because my mom wasn't exactly mother of the year.
I never told anyone until a couple months ago for fear that it would come back and for the simple fact that no one would believe me.
While typing this, I was reminded that while we lived in that trailer, my sister and I went through at least eight bunk beds. because they would always break while i was hanging out in my bed which is crazy i even have had friends be in the room while it happened I didn't think much of it then, but now I can't help but notice that going through eight sets of fucking bunk beds is just bizarre because none of them could be fixed.
That's wild. That is really weird. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read my story.
Keep it weird. Much love to you all. Shaleen.
Sorry if I said your name wrong. I love that she titled that.
I thought I was literally going to hell.
I think you might have been. I'm glad you woke up.
I'm pretty sure you were on your way. I'm nervous.
I don't know why that gave me like chilling adventures of Sabrina vibes.
Yeah, that kind of did like drag me to hell, like drag me to hell.
Drag me to Sabrina's house. Yeah. Holy shit, guys.
Wow. That was a gnarly ride, everybody. That was a crazy round of listener tales.
Lots of paranormal shit up in here this week.
Lots of bad moms, huh? Yeah, lots of bad moms.
You can tell I picked this round of listener stories.
And then there were some awesome moms. Yeah.
So you've got to balance it out. No, you've got to balance it.
So that was our listener tales for this week and we hope you dug them.
If you want to send us a listener tale, you can go ahead and send them to our Gmail at morbidpodcast at gmail.com.
But before we go into the rest of them. I just want to tell you guys that next week, our main case is, again, I just want to tease it.
It's going to be a Christmas Eve massacre.
So get ready. Because I know we did so hot right now.
We did a lot of paranormal this week. But we're going right back to fucking straight up massacres this week.
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