Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 122 - Ed Gein Part 2: Rise from your Grave!

Episode Date: October 12, 2021

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in the entire theater. Wow. Think about that. That's a lot of people. I have over 400 people that are going to be there. You know this. I can't even. I'm not even.

I haven't thought about that part yet. That's too many people. That's more people than I've seen in two years. That's crazy. Yeah. It's the largest. It'll be the largest amount of people I've ever been up in front of as well. It'll be fucking wild.

Actually, that's not. That's not true. I went to Dodger Stadium. There was like 50,000 people there, but this is going to feel like you're performing. Yeah. I didn't look in the eyes of every single person to Dodger Stadium. You know what I mean? Yeah.

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It's going to be a good time. Yeah. It's going to be a good time. Before we get going, though, since, you know, we're doing Ed Gein stuff, there was something I wanted to bring up last episode that I actually totally forgot, and this is specifically for you, Alex, because you're a big comic book fan. I was going to say patreon.com. No, just kidding.

Yes. There was actually a comic released a couple months ago, simply titled, Did You Hear What Eddie Gein Done? The author was Harold Schecter, the guy that wrote the book, one of the books that I read, but artist Eric Powell. And if you're into like that kind of horror stuff, yeah, he did they teamed up and they did the book together. And that's the guy who did the goon.

Eric Powell is really a good, like pretty famous artist, actually. Yes. And he's in like the comic book is, I mean, it's horrifying, but it's also like the art is fantastic in the book. Oh, yeah. If you have any interest, anybody out there has has a comic book interest and has true crime interest. Did you hear what Eddie Gein done?

I'll see if they have it at my shop. I got to go down there like tomorrow. So it's really, really cool. Yeah. All right. With that out of the way, are you boys ready to go back into the world we left off? Let's do it. Let's go.

Ready? Like I'm here. I'm here for it. I'm it's going to make me sad is the thing. Yeah. Today might make you a little bit more sad, definitely some more disturbing things. But yeah, yeah. We'll see how you feel at the end of it all.

Okay. So when last we left Ed gain, he had suffered tragedy after tragedy and extremely abusive upbringing, both physically and verbally. The school kids were mean to him and through it all, Ed Gein was also severely mentally ill. And after a rough few years of losing one family member after another, Ed Gein for the very first time found himself alone with only his own disturbing thoughts to keep him company. After the small town of Plainfield, however, very little changed about Ed Gein on the outside.

After Augusta's passing, Ed remained the soft-spoken, polite and friendly, if a little creepy toward women specifically, neighborhood weirdo. While Ed himself was never particularly well-kept to begin with, Augusta was a notoriously clean woman. And with Augusta no longer around, the farmstead began to fall in line with Ed's lack of grooming habits. Quickly, the front lawn became overgrown with weeds. The pastures had begun to recede into the woodland and the last of the few livestock

they had, Ed ended up selling off to afford his mother's funeral, of which very few people showed up outside of a couple of her siblings and one or two neighborhood people. And unkempt as Ed always was, his physical appearance still further declined. He was consistently seen with a week's worth of stubble around his chin, but most importantly, anybody who found themselves a little too close to Ed said, quote, he could do with a bit of a bath more often. A man basically smelled like garbage. Men never took a bath.

God damn. Yeah, he was a smelly boy. That's very opposite how a lot of people who are serial killers kind of operate. Yeah, very much so, which again, I mean, at the end of the series we'll have a discussion of whether you believe Ed was a serial killer or not. But yeah, he doesn't fall in line with a lot of the kind of stereotypes. Yeah, as it was a little different in a lot of ways. Yeah, very much so.

Others in town, like the local barber, weren't too quiet about their distaste for Ed's personal grooming habits, outwardly calling him a, quote, filthy little thing. No matter the case, it didn't change Ed's personality all that much. He still made himself available to those who needed help, who would never he would never be somebody who would say no to a neighbor in need, whether it be helping someone saw firewood or when neighbor Bob Hill's car had broken down or when Georgia Foster had to run an errand and but nobody was around to babysit the kids. Ed Gain took part and helped in all of those things and was even called, quote, the most

dependable person in the county by local lumber mill. And that particular quote comes from local lumber mill worker Floyd Reed. The town clearly trusted him enough to do things regardless of his appearance, quirky personality or the ill kept farmstead that was now all his own. While farm equipment sat in his yard and quite literally rusted away, Ed made money by renting out pieces of his farmland that he no longer needed. See, since Ed was a was a quiet and introverted individual, he had very little needs to himself and through renting his land, he was able to take care of himself as much as he

was needed to. He went from now we have two conflicting pieces of information in one source. It says when Ed got the farm, it was one hundred and ninety five acres and another, it said it was two hundred and sixty five acres. Regardless, a huge discrepancy. It's a huge discrepancy. Regardless, though, he sold down to having one hundred and sixty acres to his name by the end of it all. And so knowing that I am more inclined to believe he probably the factual numbers

probably two sixty five and he rent out about one hundred acres to the local farmers for their own farm work. And that was enough to keep him going for as long as he needed. That's not to say, of course, that if you were paying attention that you wouldn't find anything necessarily wrong with Ed Gein, one particular bad habit Ed had come had when it came to women was around dinner time. Usually, while Ed was working some odd job or another or another job for farmers, like when a farmer crew got together and helped with threshing on some local farm, at the

end of the job, the family had fed all of the volunteers a huge dinner, including Ed. Now, during meals, during these group meals, Ed always made sure to wait until every other farmer had gotten their food and taken a seat before he would even make a move to this to the food and grab a seat for himself. Whether this was simply because of anxiety or choice paralysis or choice paralysis or just a personality quirk, it's impossible to know, but others always noted it. But that wasn't the creepy part. Ed, in a similar vein, always waited until everyone else had finished their meals and

left the room when they when the normal crew would head outside to lay in the grass and smoke on their lunch break. Meanwhile, Ed would stay inside and linger alone at the table silently. And if the wife or any of the other farmer's daughters were around, his gaze would be fixed on them as they moved around the kitchen cleaning up with a half with that half slight smirk that was always plastered onto his face. And if the women ever looked up and met his eyes, he'd immediately stand up, clean his plate and leave the room.

The women always said they felt disconcerted when he was caught doing that. But for the most part, they just felt bad for him because now he was all alone and maybe he just couldn't help it. Hear that? That's the sound of the 2023 Chevy Silverado's turbo high output engine, delivering impressive power with no compromised durability. Whether you're helping friends move or just moving some friends, this is the sound of a family with plenty of rear seat room to enjoy the ride.

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Ed was helping the Bates with some farm work as he was often doing the Bates as they work. The Bates. Yes. Yes. I know. When you wonder where the name came from, it literally comes from his history. As they worked, the Bates younger female cousin Connie came by the farm in a swimsuit heading out for a swim in the nearby watering hole or lake or something along the line. What year is this again? 1944. So this isn't like a bikini. This is like God. No, it's probably like a one piece suit, you know,

probably has some short sleeves. We consider it a one piece suit. This is like almost like her ankles are showing a little like. Yes. Correct. You are 100 percent correct. And she had swung by their farm. They would theme issues their younger cousin just to kind of say hi to the family. Unsurprisingly, as Ed was there, Ed seeing the swimsuit was immediately invocally critical of it. It was to him, unmodest, and a proper woman wouldn't reveal such skin. Augusta, no doubt, would be ranting and raving about the

sinners of Plainfield, the worst women of them all, after all. And again, his deceased mother even now was being proven right to Ed Gein. I'm looking at 1940s bathing suits and most scandalous ones are ones that look like modern cocktail dresses, almost. They just look like they look like flight attended outfit dresses. I think are the most scandalous looking ones. They just look like a sundress. Very funny. They don't not anything like today, not even remotely.

Now, as Ed spoke up, Mr. Bates stepped in defending Connie from Ed's critique, saying that she lived a plenty modest life and was the only one taking care of her 10 year old son while her while her husband was away fighting in World War Two. The disagreement quickly tapered off as he confronted Ed and the day continued while Connie assumed it was a simply weird argument with the town weirdo. That night, however, Connie would be traumatized. When Connie had come home later that evening, she was greeted with a horrifying sight. Her 10 year old was laying on the landing, having difficulty breathing

and completely unable to speak in a panic. Yep, go ahead. No, I'm just shocked. Oh, sorry. That was shocked open in a panic. Connie summoned a local doctor holding her child while he continued to struggle. The doctor eventually arrived and quickly deduced that the small child had been strangled. Luckily, the young boy named Stevie ended up making a full recovery but was unable to identify his attacker. But he said the following.

Here, I'll have one of you read this quote. I'll give this to Jesse. This is a 10 year old boy. I'm going to put it in zoom. OK, get ready for this voice. Yeah, yeah. Someone shook me awake. It was a man.

But it was so dark, I could only see these goofy eyes. He wanted to know where mommy was. It was important. But when I told him, you wouldn't believe me. He started choking me till everything went blank. Yeah, so some money. I don't even need a comic book now. That was perfect.

Right. That was the world 1944. It's like you were there. Ten year old here. Whoa, wow. Well, because she was so good at exposition. Thank you so much, Mr. Got a dime for the movie show. That's too expensive for the forties.

I need to get some popcorn and ice cream ice cream. Who is this? We are truly back in 1944. And a soda. Mr. I feel like this kid's about like chewing on like some tobacco or something and flipping a coin. All of a sudden, he's like, the most delicious beluga camea I've ever had.

Yeah, you turn it into that Italian monster. You're telling us a child version of the Italian monster. You guys know it over here. Just a ten year old. I could use a soda pop and a creamed corn. I just kid in this oversized suit that's too big for him, chopping on a cigar that's the size of his forearm. Why says kid got a cigar in his mouth?

Because he's like a monster. He's like a baby from Roger Rabbit. Would you get a load of these? Go on over here. Oh, no. Did we just create? Did we just create Boss Baby? Is that what we just did? I don't know.

We did a little bit wider riders room. Yeah, I think that's just what happened. The thing where they say that enough monkeys with enough type riders can make Hamlet is any three dudes they get to Boss Baby at some point. Yeah, it took us one hundred and twenty two episodes. But we did get there. We did get there. So poor Stevie basically was hanging out at home as you do at

nineteen forty four as a ten year old, not really. Nobody was babysitting him in this in this man with goofy eyes came looking for his mom. And when he couldn't tell him, he was like, all right, I guess I'm going to strangle the kid, but didn't kill him. Left him on the porch and left him there. Now, we do not know if it was Ed. However, it's likely since he was looking for the mother,

it happened right after the bathing suit incident. And Ed was already starting to struggle with schizophrenic tendencies. It wouldn't surprise me if it was Ed, who had arrived to to the house looking for the mother for one reason or another. We don't know. Outside of that occurrence, however, most people looked rather fondly upon Ed, but not everybody felt this way about our dear old Eddie and maybe could see past and maybe couldn't see past as peaceful demeanor a bit or rather could

see past as peaceful to smell past his fucking disgusting armpits. Yeah, yeah. I mean, that was hard. You couldn't really smell past that. That was a dominating smell. You couldn't get past that. And just maybe that's why you got away with it for so long. You just dominating smell is a horrible, just horrible, like two words. While the farmers saw him as a capable enough worker,

calling them fond of Ed would be a stretch. Seeing seeing him is nothing more than the perfect target for their practical jokes. What jokes you might ask? Well, I've got a couple for you. One joke played on Ed came after a hard day's work at a farm. Afterward, the farmers would usually share a tub of iced beer. However, on this particular, yeah, yeah, I know, it's a weird, it's a weird thing. But yeah, a tub of ice beer around the bucket of beer. Yeah, they'd scoop out a mug for each other and like pass mugs around.

OK, look, earlier before we started this show, we were talking about Peaky Blinders. And I just want to say it's true. In that show, they serve beer in buckets. So, you know, it was a thing fair enough, you know what? Yeah, this is 20 years after that show. I like that. They told some and they just get in and scoop it up.

Yeah, based literally on this particular occasion, though, one of the farmers handed Ed not a glass half filled with iced beer, but instead a glass half filled with brandy. And dear old Ed guzzled the whole thing down without batting an eye and could not tell the difference. And before you know it, Ed was absolutely shitfaced. He couldn't tell the difference between brandy and beer. That's what I'm going to do with the Cincinnati live show.

You have to you have to keep in mind. Ed was not a very common or often drinker because his mother had demonized it so much. He's like an anti social guy. He's kind of trying to fit in. They give him the cup. He's going to toss it back. He doesn't like the beer, but he hasn't had any beer before this point.

He had. He definitely had. But look, he did not. Dude, haven't you ever been pranked where somebody like instead of getting sprites, somebody gives you milk in your in your little soda cup? No, it's a terrible feeling. I'm just saying it can get past you. Who are your friends?

Why would they do this to you? It's a. I mean, it was pretty funny. It is. It's a solid prank. They claim as he got drunk, his droopy eye got even saggier, and that's how they could tell how drunk he was. It was just like his his left eye with the boil or whatever on it.

He's got saggier and saggier as he got more drunk. Another joke they played on Ed was when some of the guys put a smoke bomb under the hood of his truck, cracking up when Ed tried to leave and the smoke bomb went off and he came stumbling out of the driver's seat, coughing and hacking like something out of like a vaudeville performance. Basically, just completely like just coughing. They just they were hackling at her, Adam.

He was seen as weak, pathetic, too womanly and, quote, another Casper milk toast and, quote, to a classic 1940s insult. Ed was the but milk toast. Yeah, it was just another, not even a not even like a standout. He was, quote, another Casper milk toast. That's what my teacher used to say to people. I remember that.

They call they called you a Casper milk toast. He said, you don't want to be a Casper milk toast. And you were like, you know what, you're right. I was like, I don't know what that means. I'm doing what you're saying. And milk sounds kind of delicious. So, you know, needless to say, Ed was the but of every joke. No wonder Ed tended to prefer reading over hanging out with the locals.

And Ed was, as we mentioned in the last episode, a voracious reader. But as Ed entered adulthood, he ended up having very specific taste in reading, giving us a window into the thoughts and mind that was crawling around Ed's head. For starters, Ed Gein was an enormous true crime fan. Reading and devouring any and all magazines about true crime he could at the time, particularly the magazines where a half naked woman was being violently assaulted on the cover question actually. Yes. Does the following story you're about to tell?

Does it in any way associate with the fact that I think everyone who's in a true crime is in fact a potential killer? I mean, yes, I guess. I have a strong theory that if you are like really into true crime, you are one bad day away from being a psycho killer. What depends on how it depends on how you're into the true crime, right? Because like, no, I don't like myself to it. Not like you can't actually listen to an episode.

So let me naughty where we talk about, you know, Ed Gein or whatever. I'm talking about if you're like, I've watched every single Netflix show about murdering your wife, like that kind of thing. I believe fundamentally you are a psycho killer. You're training, you're training whether or not you want to believe it. What if I have books about the mind of a serial killer and like the psychology behind them and that kind of thing? No, no, no, I'm it stands for you as well. No, you think I'm a bad day away.

I think I'm on your side for us because we're famous. That's right. I can just funnel my inner murder. That's why that's why I was, you know, channeling Charles Manson. Remember? Right. Right. No, I mean, like, I'm worried. That's why Alex always sits between us. You mean like in the zoom stack? Yeah. It's like a seven, eight, nine scenario.

I'm just going to reach through the screen and strangle you for no reason. The live show of Alex is in the middle and checks out. Six. I got like a little space. Yeah. All right. Well, you know, I'll keep that in mind when I snap. I'll save you for last. Hey, you know what? Hey, let the chase begin, my friend. If you're like, if you Google, though, like 1940s, true crime magazines,

you're going to see what I'm talking about. It's like that classic woman, like her hands in front of her face, all scared, you know, drawn, not a picture and some dude with like a knife, I know exactly what you're talking about. Yeah. Yeah. It is the, you know, the click, click. What about, I'm about to say bait click, click bait, click bait. It's the click bait of the time. It's like Paul, a hundred percent.

It's because, you know, we're just a bunch of horny dudes. That's it. Yeah, that's it. I don't know if I'm horny for murdering people. But that's it. That's true. The picture, the girl in the picture is definitely like sexy. She's definitely like every time she looks like Betty Davis, you know. Yeah. Yeah. So mixed into his collection of true crime magazines,

were also a collection of magazines that all heavily displayed, displayed, very busty women on the cover. And there's no, no particular magazine that it was subscribed to. It just seemed he kind of just grabbed whatever, just had a big titted lady on the front. And he just grabbed, you know, and these were all things he very eagerly spoke about with other men during the job. He specifically, others were called, enjoyed talking about the murder cases

that he would read about in the true crime magazines. And when he tried talking about women with the other guys, his flirty kind of like man talk always came off to them as schoolish and boyish. He'd say like the bags of sand and shit. No, no, the two examples that I have here is he would simply just talk about how how darn cute a woman was. And that was his way of saying she was hot, not like adorable, but like cute in like a sexual way.

Yeah. But hang on, I was just saying that like that does say a lot about guys. And I think this is true. I'm sure fundamentally believe this. It's like to all the women out there, men are gross. And when we get together, we're not like golly, gee, she seems like a person I'd love to get together with and maybe have a SOTY pop. No, we're like, yo, dude, should I show her my dick?

Six serial killer notebook level. The answer is always no. The answer is never do it unless she specifically asked. That is all I'm saying is guys forever, even in the 40s. Dirty dogs. And so, yeah, I can understand how if he's like, boy, she seems like a swell dame. They're like, bro, come on.

Get out of here. Like, what do you really feel? Shut up, bro. You need some more brandy, dude, bro. Another another phrase he used was when it came to local woman, Bernice Warden. And he would often talk about how, quote, nice and plump she had gotten over the years. And that was another like weird bad wolf language. I don't like that. Yes, yes, but that he would say it in like a.

Like he's turned on by it sort of way or some it's bizarre. It's very bizarre. Regardless, at this point in the mid to late 1940s, Ed was starting to retreat further and further into seclusion into his farmhouse, working less, helping less all the while, all while the farm continued to fall into further disrepair. It's schizophrenia had begun to come forward, claiming later that he was hearing the whispers and distant voice of his deceased

mother often, often also voiced. How often are we talking? Usually on the nights when he was going to do something bad, it becomes clear. And most of the time, he said, his mother was telling him to be a good boy. And that would would keep him from doing certain things until on some nights where it would build too much and he just couldn't. He would just ignore the voice and go do it anyway. And we'll talk about what he was doing in a moment.

OK, as you didn't jump straight to murder, you may be surprised. He'd also voiced a few times to other farmers how absolutely fascinated with the female sex he was, that he often daydreamed as a child of that as a child, that he himself was a little girl and how he wished many times that he was a woman and that a doctor overseas had just performed the first sex change surgery. And that certainly if they could figure it out and read enough books, that maybe the procedure could be done at home.

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Yep, juice Toyota. Let's go places. So there's debate whether, you know, Bedgeen was having a lot of questioning his own gender and whether he was trans or not, I think he was or at least, you know, was was struggling to deal with those thoughts on that sort of path. But he was so fucked up by his mother, he would. There was no healthy way for him to. Right. I don't think if you asked him, he would be like, I'm trans.

Yeah, no, not at all. No, no, no, no, no. But they and it's true. The they as he was what he was talking about was in the 40s, I believe, was the late 40s, it was a Danish surgeon who had just performed the very first one. I had to double check if that's our country, but I'm pretty sure it was Dane. And he had made news in the newspapers out in New York and stuff. And he had read about it and he just became super, super excited about it. Interesting. Yeah.

While on the outside, folk may have been relatively accepting of Ed. If one were to enter through the threshold of his home, you'd be greeted with something far worse, far darker and far more sinister. What? Well, Ed was certainly a fan of true crime. His reading in many ways is was his own desires were his his reading. And in many ways, his very own desires were more depraved. Ed had gotten in his head over the years that while his mother was dead, yes, there was a way he could potentially resurrect her.

Initially, this manifested in a very silly way. You see, you have to understand that most of Ed's personal activities took place after sundown, mainly because he the place to perform said activities was usually the graveyard. After Augusta passed, Ed entered an almost permanent state of derealization and depersonalization. To him, nothing felt real anymore and everything was dreamlike. But if Augusta could return, everything would return to normal as it should be.

He would, many times, make his way to the graveyard late at night, wander his way over to his mother's grave, standing there staring at it with his awkward, droopy eyed gaze, lit by the moonlight, scrubby, dirty and ever unkempt edgene would command his mother to rise from her grave. What the. Yeah, that sounds like a mission from Red Dead Redemption that you would like find. The question across some dude. Yeah, yeah, over and over again.

Night after night as the years would go on, it's incredibly sad. Ed would wander to the graveyard and attempt to resurrect his mother with pure willpower. It's like what Fry's dog did. That's like, oh, my God, that's a sadder example. That's a much better example. It's the same. Just the picture of edgene in his dirty clothes slumped over his mother's grave, just being like, get up, get out of your ring, rise.

It's just like hoping it's going to work. Obviously, it never did. And while this is certainly is a sign of someone that is wholly mentally unwell, this thought didn't form in a vacuum per se, this theory, this this hope that he could do it. As I said earlier, yes, Ed was an avid true crime and busty magazine reader, but he was a fan of much, much darker material as well. Things he wouldn't share with his friends. On most nights, you could find Ed in a small bedroom

sat on his sheetless, stained and greasy mattress playing surrounded by swish. You got to say it like that. Because it's exactly greasy mattress, because it was. It was stained and greasy. Yes, stained, greasy. It had this mildew on it, as police officers would say later on like that. It was just a gross, molding mattress and he slept on it.

So it's just how it is. He was surrounded by literal filth while he would read, empty cans of beans was his preferred dinner and thus the most common trash that he would clamor into as he walked. And the way he would make his beans would simply open the can, place it on an open flame until he dipped his finger and found it was warm enough and then eat the beans just directly from the can. Was it a type of bean or a can of beans?

Like a can of beans. Rorschach beans. Yeah. I would go with I would assume it's baked like baked beans. Yeah, I would assume it's something like that. But it's 1940. So he was like living gross, sleeping gross. And far too. Yeah. I hate this.

I hate this. I'm going to talk about his his house as it was specifically right now. But it was also very common to stand amongst rat and mouse droppings, molding food and dirty clothing tossed around his bedroom. Should you step out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, you'd be greeted with a more abhorrent site. There was no light in the kitchen. It was completely dark and damp on most days.

And apart from the house wide mouse droppings and empty cans of food, cobwebs lying to the ceiling and a deer head sat mounted nearby, covered in dust and untended to for who meant knows how many years. Do you just just just a hot off deer like a like a mountain? A deer head like a tree. Yeah, like a mountain deer head set up there. Fair enough. Yeah. And while an ed comfortably sat on his mildew stained mattress, read books and magazines about the Nazis.

What he was a fan of two things about them specifically. First, their weird ritualistic beliefs and behaviors. Something that I hope we in the future, maybe we'll talk about as like a series, the Nazi. And it's a cult origin and stuff, which is really fascinating. Yeah, but more specifically, Ed Gaine had become utterly fascinated by the atrocities committed by Ilse Ilse Koch, you know, Ed, do you know that name?

Ilse Kot or Kot? It's K. O. C. H. You said that is cock, right? Cotch K. O. C. H. Yeah, K. O. C. Coke. K. O. C. H. Should we coke? Ilse Coke. K. O. C. Yeah, Coke. Yeah, I. L. S. C. is her first name, Ilse Coke.

However, if you don't know that name, you may know her as the bitch of Buchenwald. What? The bitch of Buchenwald. Some even say this is where he pulled a lot of his inspiration or perhaps began to self-teach himself in some perverted way. The bitch of Buchenwald was specifically known for collecting human heads and using the tattooed skin of her victims to make lampshades and bookbindings. What? Yeah.

While occasionally reading about his second favorite female Nazi, Irma Grease, a 19-year-old, an Ilse Coke. Yeah. Yes. And she this was a 19-year-old SS officer who performed her primary duty of selecting and feebled women and children for extermination. Nineteen years old. Yeah, she was a 19-year-old SS officer. How did she get that job?

Nazi Germany, man, I have no idea. So this guy was just at home by himself in a infilth, eating beans, learning about Nazis, emulating them, making fan art of them. And that was his fucking while his mother whispered in his mind to be a good boy. That's like what happened to half the country in like April of 2020. That's crazy. The only difference, the only place in this house that one could consider clean would be the room that would remain locked

and one Ed would never walk into. That's his mom's best as a bedroom. Correct. That room, he kept immaculate from head to toe. That room was kept clean, free of trash and completely preserved like a museum room. And like I said, Ed never would step into that room, seeing it as a place of like like a holy ground in a weird way, a sanctified room. But that wasn't the only thing in this time that he was consuming and tossing into this mess of a psychotic soup.

Ed was also a huge fan of magazines and tales of South Seas adventures. Huh, not just your typical pirate adventures, though. He was specifically collecting and reading the ones about cannibals and headhunters. But not to leave you wanting more. Ed's last favorite thing to read about were stories about exhumations, which he counted among some of his favorites was specifically any stories that he could read and attain about the resurrection men or body snatchers. Now, these were people who would grave rob, steal corpses

and pedal those corpses to 19th century anatomy schools, which was a very, very, very common thing back like that walrus. Yes, like the wall, like, yes, like the walrus we talked about. He loved all this stuff. And the reason he loved all these specifically, he loved the process and learning about how a corpse would be exhumed from a grave. He was fascinated by it. Mixed into those thoughts was a story

Eddie read and never forgot set in the 19th century, Britain, where a club of depraved young aristocrats dug up the graves of beautiful young women. It would perform unspeakable acts with the corpse. What all while Eddie would visit his mother's grave and continually demand she rise to life once more, his thoughts, his imagination and his mental illness were well running wild and only getting worse at this point. Yeah, one of his favorite stories I read about

were just like a bunch of young Britain rich people digging up a female corpse and basically doing sexual things and doing all kinds of horrible acts to it. How do you even? How do you go to? What did he go to a bookstore? Like, how did he? How did he locate? How did he tell someone that's what he wanted to find? I honestly, I don't know. I don't know how you like. In the old days, I imagine there's just like things you would mail off

and maybe you'd get these like dirty magazines or you'd find them in like the restriction section of like bookstores. I do not know how how you would one person would just like casually come across it. That's crazy. And he was something he sought out. So as time went on, it was becoming increasingly clear that Ed was failing at resurrecting his mother from beyond the grave. Surprising, no, but no matter how hard the man frigging tried, she just wouldn't wake up.

Meanwhile, his mother's voice would continue to visit him, telling him to behave, be a good boy, essentially all the things that she raised him to be. And his curiosity about being a woman had become more than a curiosity by the late forties and an obsession at this point for Ed. And Ed could no longer repress his urges. And in the summer of nineteen forty seven or rather the winter of nineteen forty seven, Ed crossed his first line and began to commit his first crimes. If his mother wouldn't rise from the grave, then he'd find a way to bring her back himself.

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And with the horrible mix of a need for his mother, the abuse of his that his mother put him through the obsession with becoming a woman, all mixed in the potent sauce that is untreated schizophrenia. And the only thing Ed thought of was to dig up the only resolution rather to bring his mother back that Ed could think of was to dig up middle aged women and craft their corpses into various useful pieces of clothing. Literally, when it comes, Frank, oh, well, that took a left turn. OK, yeah, sort of.

We'll talk about it. I see how he got I see how he got there. Yeah, yeah, it's a kind of dangerous path. When it comes specifically to how it all started with Ed saying the following. I'll let you read this one up, Alex. This is how his grave robbing began. I'm going to put this on Zoom. After my mother died, I began to have strange visions.

I developed an uncontrollable desire to see a woman's body. I began to visit cemeteries at night when the moon was full. Had an aunt of mine worked up in the lunatic asylum, told me once how patients went wild this time of month. I began to watch the papers for obituaries of women. The night after they were buried, I would go to the cemetery and open up their graves. So you just kind of got the urge and he would just basically hunt the newspapers waiting for a woman that matched his particular criteria, age and

waited a day and went on to take their bodies the next day. Now, it's so interesting to think about because last time we were talked about, maybe he did this this other act of violence when he was a bit younger against his brother. Right. His brother. Yeah. And I wonder, I mean, it. It changes things a little bit for my understanding of who this guy is, like whether or not that's true.

I'm having trouble deciding because, you know, if he did something horrific and then he started hyper focusing on sort of morbid stuff. I can sort of track that. Yeah. But I want. But if not, I very much wonder how he got on that in the first place. And I'm still kind of puzzling in my mind over what it would be like for him to be like, for me, if I like a song, I could just go on iTunes and I can like. Yeah, exactly. You can just get it out of your system.

You can listen to it. I can find another one. You know, I can go. You may also like, but I'm just so interested in the academic sort of like trajectory of his reading. It's so strange to me. It's also weird to think about the Henry, the Henry murder. If you are convinced that it was Ed, who attacked the 10 year old, right? If he did attack the 10 year old, then he clearly has a propensity for violence

and it's not out of the realm of possibility. Hello. I would say it's pretty well established that Ed Gein has a propensity for violence at this point. Yeah, it's just we wouldn't see evidence of it for a little while yet. And in the fact that he's robbing graves instead of killing first shows a slow buildup. I don't want to say he's he's trying to resist the killing. I think we're seeing a ramp up period where he's experimenting and he's trying new things and seeing what he likes and what he doesn't.

Yeah, he might not realize he's a murderer yet. Now, it's important to note, too, that Ed Gein, while he read those horrible stories, claims at the end of it all. And we'll talk more about his confession's next episode. And he never, ever, ever, like, sexually violated the bodies and his own weird mind that was like a crossing of morality line. He would never sleep or perform necrophilia on those bodies. A gentleman. Right.

What a gentleman. And if he took if he took a body home and didn't need all of the body parts, he said he would go off and put the body back and bury it as a weird sense of like, I'm sorry, I disturbed the you completely here. You know, put this back redemption. Extra are if you had extra body parts from other bodies and there was a grave he knew he took body parts from, he would bring those body parts to the grave that was missing them to like

replace them. It's very, very strange. Like his morality line is like weird. I don't know that it's that strange considering how he was raised. I feel like I'm no psychologist, but I feel like it sounds from what you're saying. The heart of everything is doing. There is a voice in him that is like, yes, this is wrong. This is this is bad. And it's like when people and I think even I'm guilty of this,

but I think everyone is when you do something wrong and you know it's wrong. And so you go out of your way to like write the wrong, but in a way that is totally stupid. Like it makes no sense, but you you somehow feel like, you know, it's a little bit better. It's not nearly as bad as it could have been. Justify it to yourself. Yeah. And I think that's what this is.

I think he's you're absolutely like heavy religious background. He, you know, while doing everything he's doing, he also is still like, I'm going to hedge my bets. Right. It's like, look, I may be bad, but I'm going to I'm going to see if I can still do some good. And I think that also relates to the whole his idea of of he's going to dabble in all the things he's doing, but he only does it like incrementally.

And I feel like very slow. Yeah, I feel like he's slowly deprogramming himself from everything that he was taught and that repressed him so much. But he's like doing it in extremely unhealthy ways. Yeah, he's going the wrong path. Yeah, I see people who like go down this path, you know what I mean? Like, sure, especially people who aren't necessarily so socialized. Like, you know, we're gamers.

We work in a weird field where like some of us are like, you know, somebody like me who used to perform in front of a live audience four times a week, you know, for years and years and years versus people who like before they were on YouTube had never like spoken to somebody outside of school. You know what I mean? Yeah, yeah. So, you know, you see stuff like this, like there, there, there. People's minds do work this way. This is a strange sort of like little journey,

but it's certainly not a unique one. It's kind of weird. Yeah, it is. It's very weird. And hopefully you see as we go, like where a lot of the horror movie cliches that I mentioned come from when it comes to Ed Gein, you'll learn more as we go. So two years after his mother's death, his five year hobby of robbing graves began. We know he robbed at least nine graves, covering three separate cemeteries in the local area.

Over the course of a couple of hours, Ed would arrive at the cemetery and the grave he was and at the grave, he was going to dig up quickly, quickly, so quickly. He dug up the grave. In fact, police officers and interrogators didn't actually believe him because of his small frame and how heavy these dead bodies and how much dirt he went to dig up was. But after they he took them through the process,

it was proven that yes, he actually could. He had this weird paranoia strength when it came to like being able to lift bodies out of there. From there, he would either take the corpse wholesale or dismember the parts of the corpse that he wanted, taking only what he needed and reentering the pieces that he didn't, reburying them and, quote, left them right as an apple pie, and, quote, that specifically from him and during his confession,

so that he left them right as an apple pie. After arriving home with his ill-gotten gains, Ed truly began to let his darker side take hold. With these body parts, Ed began to become something of a horror movie artisan, perhaps driven by what he read about the bitch of Buchenwald or his own inner twisted desires with the body. Ed would begin to craft.

Lamp shades with made with human skin, chairs bound with human leather, a breast vest, a face mask, and perhaps most infamously, a nipple belt were all crafted by Ed. And Ed would wear all of these nightly as a ritual, putting on the breast vests, taking the face of a woman that he turned into a mask and wore it. He wore he made skin gloves and would wear those

and in other pieces as well as the eventually creating his own basically carving out the vagina of a corpse and making himself one that he would wear around the house as part of the human suit that he was slowly piecing together through robbing graves and so on. He could have just got into like trash, like making it into like sculptures. Yeah, or just, you know, regular leather working,

you know, if you want to like make furniture and stuff like that. Yeah, I suppose that's not what the bitch of Buchenwald did, though. No, no, she did not. And it certainly wasn't helping Ed picture himself as his mother. Often, Ed would wear these things, traipsing around his home and often dancing outside in the moonlight, in essence, resurrecting with air quotes, his mother in his own twisted way. Do you think this is because she had so much power and control in his life

that she was the only factor and like she radiated a power and control and he buster by being for sure. Yeah, 100 percent. He did not know what to do without her in his life. The minute she died, he was a lost man. He he was she was his anchor, his guide, his guardian, his God in so many ways. And when she left and all his other family was already dead, he didn't even know what to do.

I mean, you could just tell by the way the house fell apart. Yeah, it's so hard to. I mean, I would love to know what official diagnoses of of him are because there's so much going on. And all of it stems from clearly an abusive household. Very much so. But also he clearly must be suffering from something because his way of handling that, but also it's the forties.

So who are you going to talk to in the forties? Yeah, I don't know. It's true form of like, yeah, it's bad. It's a bad time to be a schizophrenic. It really is a bad time to have mental illness. I mean, it's just rough because he has nowhere to go. And when they asked Ed about all these things, he simply said it was too hard to explain that it didn't feel like

it was him doing these things more of a dark force or a dark spirit that influenced him or took him over and pushed him to robbing these graves, which is also very common for killers and serial killers. Ted Bundy notoriously said he just like let the darker side take over. Dahmer said he forgot a lot of the crimes that he did. It's very kind of like black it out. As the decade turned, though, and Ed strolled into the 1950s, his retreat from society was now in full effect,

no longer taking odd jobs to help the town often and rarely ever leaving his homestead. Ed was a full recluse by this point. But there was still one place Ed would frequently visit in town, a small bar named by the name of Mary Hogan's Tavern. While Eddie himself wasn't much of a drinker, thanks to the way he had been raised, he still treated himself to a beer every now and again. But it wasn't the beer that kept Eddie coming back to Mary Hogan's Tavern. Instead, Ed had become infatuated with the proprietor of the tavern,

Mary Hogan herself. Now, tell me if Mary Hogan sounds a little familiar to the both of you. Mary Hogan was a formidable middle aged woman who weighed close to 200 pounds and spoke with an extremely thick German accent. Mary Hogan. Yeah, the reason she should sound familiar is because Eddie looked at Mary and saw his mother in many, many ways. A thick set German woman who was clearly from elsewhere who added to demanding and commanding presence.

They were set. They were similar in innumerable ways. But more but more importantly to Ed, weren't the similarities that Augusta and Mary had with the stark differences. And you can actually look up pictures, by the way, of Mary Hogan. Just type in Mary Hogan or Mary Hogan, Ed Gein. Oh, I'm going to see. Yeah, you can see like how she looked. She's like a rather plain.

I know she's just like a plain looking woman, nothing, nothing special about her. But as you continue there, every time Eddie looked at Mary, like I said, in some way saw his mother, but they were differences. Augusta and Ed's eyes was a saint worthy of nothing but praise and adulation. Mary, on the other hand, was a foul mouth tavern keeper with a shady and even sinister past. Unfortunately, we actually don't have a lot of physical evidence of Mary's past. But the rumors that swirled at the time was that she was divorced.

Divorced twice, which was huge in the 1950s, had ties to the mob since she had moved into rural Wisconsin from Chicago and was reputed, apparently, to being a big city madam in Chicago, which I tried to do a cursory research as to what a big city madam was. And I could not figure out what the woman who's running the whorehouse. Oh, well, yeah, then, yeah, OK, that makes a whole lot of sense there. Yeah, there you go. They had the rumors that she ran a whorehouse out in Chicago as well.

The more time that he spent with Mary, the less infatuated he became and the more he grew to hate Mary. In Ed's mind, this wasn't fair, fair of the world, fair of God, that Augusta, his perfect saintly mother, had to pass away in such a horrible manner. But this creature of filth, this sinner in plain field, not only gets to live, but prosper and injustice to the world and injustice to God and injustice. He could only fix. On December 8th, 1954,

a Portage County farmer by the name of Seymour Lester walked into Mary Hogan's tavern. Instead of the thick German accent, it welcomed he had grown accustomed to with a busy bar. Seymour was greeted with silence, deathly silence. Before long, he noticed a pool of blood on the floor and hurriedly telephoned Vilas Waterman, the town chairman of Pine Grove. Then he notified the police when Waterman and the sheriff arrived. It was immediately clear Mary Hogan was the victim of foul play

beyond the pool of blood, a spent 32 caliber cartridge laid on the ground directly next to the patch of dried blood. The patch of blood looks smeared as though a body had been dragged through it, leading outside to the parking lot where the body had been loaded into what they would later learn was a pickup truck. Mary would remain missing for years. And while in any small town, this might spark up a huge investigation, and they did investigate asking all the nearby farmers what had happened

if they had seen anything, including Ed Gein, but they never went into anybody's houses and never had any reason to do so. So they simply asked the farmers and moved on. But it's also important to know that the surrounding area of Plainsfield over the years prior to Mary's disappearance had been plagued by misfortune. On May 1st, 1947, a young 10 year old girl by the name of Georgia Weckler went missing on a sunny afternoon. After being picked up from school by a neighbor and dropped off on the half

mile lane off the highway leading to the Weckler Farm, little Georgia disappeared. The only clue they ever had was a Black Ford sedan that had been seen leaving the driveway that day. Or was that Alex? I'm sorry. I just said, oh, no. Oh, yeah. Then on October 24th, 1953, a 15 year old honor student at Central High School named Evelyn was babysitting for some local neighbor kids. She had a consistent habit of checking in with their parents by phone every night

while she did the babysitting. But on this particular night, they never heard from her. Eventually, they found themselves at the house that she was supposed to be babysitting at, only to peer through the windows and see her eyeglasses on the floor of the living room and one of her shoes lying in the middle of that very same floor. When inspecting the house, all doors and windows were closed and locked, save for one window leading into the basement where footsteps could be seen. A few bloody patches along along the sides of the wall and a handprint.

Over the next few days, an intense search was conducted, but no body was ever found. A few pieces of physical evidence were discovered that led investigators to believe that Evelyn had just been outright killed. Right off Highway 14, a bloodstained pair of panties and bra were both found belonging to Evelyn. What happened to her was never discovered. Other individuals also went missing during this time, including a 43 year old farmer named Victor Bunk Travis, Bunk being his nickname,

who disappeared shortly after saying goodbye to his wife heading out on a deer hunting trip. All that to say that Mary's disappearance wasn't something completely out of the ordinary up to this point for the town, and each of the missing persons case ended up cold. So for Marys to do the same would be par for the course at this point. On the one year anniversary of Mary's disappearance, Ed Marola, Plainfield's weekly newspaper editor ran a front page column titled What Happened Happened to Mary Hogan? On the two year anniversary, Ed was still asking those same questions or rather yet

Ed Marola was still asking those same questions with the following article. I'm going to go ahead and let you boys read this article. It's not too long, Jesse, if you want to take this. This is a 1954 newspaper article or 1955. Sorry, it's going to be in Zoom again. Lovely if the game if it wants me to let maybe I can't. No, I'm going to put it in Twitter. It's too big card card.

My bad. There you go. Just sent. All right. After two full years, complete mystery surrounds the disappearance of Mary Hogan, who apparently was shot and dragged from her town from her town of Pine Grove Tavern on December 8th, 1954. Nothing, absolutely nothing has come to light.

And the questions concerning the whereabouts of Mary Hogan's body are as unknown today as they were. And on that bleak December day when the neighbor stepped into Tavern to find a strangely silent building and blood splotched on the floor. Following the disappearance of Mary Hogan, a series of crimes took place in the Almond area, some miles to the east, but along the same highway. Other crimes were committed at Wild Rose and Plainfield. Some of these crimes were partly solved by the confessions of a town

Almond man, town of Almond man. The weird way to put it out. Almond man. That's such a strange. But in so far as the Mary Hogan case is concerned, it is still a complete and deep dark mystery. Speculation is still rife about what happened to Mary Hogan. Was it something out of her past that caught up with her? Or was it just plain local hoodlums who perpetrated the crime?

Was the body of Mary Hogan taken away and cremated somewhere as some people surmise? Or does the body of Mary Hogan lie rotting in some lonely town of Pine Grove or nearby area grave? Why do they specifically say like fool like the town of Almond or the town? Oh, it's weird. It's very like old English. It's strange. Oh, the authorities don't know. No one knows this that is except the murderers themselves.

So, yeah, there was no one at any inkling of an idea as to what happened to Mary, still speculating that her criminal past basically came back and bitter in the ass. So Ed was getting away with it. There's just. Can I ask you a question? Yeah, please. All the murders and all the stuff and all the things that are happening. There's nothing that says it's connected back to Ed. No, it's just stuff that happened. So it's just, again, look, I'm not saying all this episode is

doing is reconfirming everything I already believe. But this also makes me believe I'm right in living in the city because I'm much safer than living in the countryside because there's a guy out there. You were in the country. You get murdered. This is 1950s. Boonies, Wisconsin. No, you get murdered in Boonies, Wisconsin. You're on the countryside of Wisconsin. You dying out there. Yeah, this is a very violent area, too.

This is I there was just there's been discussion that these might be Ed Gein's kills, but no evidence that was found really points to Ed having committed all these crimes. In fact, the unfortunate part is it helped to just obscure his crimes because shit was just happening everywhere. And it was the 50s. There's no DNA testing that can barely do anything about it. If a body or a person just goes missing, what the fuck are they going to do? So while Mary Hogan was certainly someone Ed had complicated thoughts about,

Mary was kind of kind to Ed, but we know of their relationship is very little outside of that. They never got together outside of the bar. Mary and Ed always chatted at the tavern. However, on the night of December 7th, Ed had stayed at the tavern to do to its closing, which wasn't super unusual for Ed. He did, however, he had, however, come with a singular task in mind. And it was his given right to perform it.

Or at least as he tells it later, the dark spirit urged him on to do so while his mother asked him to be a good boy. Regardless, as the tavern closed up, Ed asked Mary if she'd like to come over to the farmhouse that evening. Mary accepted and Ed waited to escort her back home. As they were leaving the tavern around midnight, Ed awkwardly asked Mary to close her eyes. He had a surprise for her. Once Mary closed her eyes, Ed immediately bashed in the back of her head

with the butt of his shotgun. Oh, my God. As she hit the ground, Ed lined up his shotgun between her eyes and quickly pulled the trigger right there in debt. Then Mary had been killed. Ed quickly cleaned up the mess and dragged Mary to his truck. And with effort, lifted her corpse into the vehicle. Once home with the body, Mary was taken apart piece by piece,

working her corpse into various pieces of furniture with Mary's body in a large collection of grave robbed corpses. Ed began working on a human flesh suit in honor of resurrecting his mother in his own twisted way. God damn it. Only a few short days after Mary's disappearance, Ed Gein found himself in a conversation with a small local farmer and sawmill owner who occasionally conversed and employed Ed Gein. To that point, as the conversation veered toward the inevitable town gossip

of Mary missing, the farm, the farmer named Elmo Uweek. And it's a weird name, literally Elmo and his last name is spelled U-E-E-C-K. OK. The farmer named Elmo Uweek said to Ed, quote, Eddie, if you had spent more time courtin Mary, she'd be cooking for you instead of being missing. In response, Ed rolled his eyes and wiggled his nose like a dog sniffing the air and said, she's not missing. She's down at my house right now with a big old grin on his face.

And since Ed was always talking crazy, quote, Uweek didn't take much from from the saying and brushed Ed off. He dead ass told him. All while Ed was confessing right to his face. Poor Mary Hogan would only be the first of Ed's victims. And we'll conclude the series next week with Ed Gein three is crimes, capture and whatever happened to him at the end of his life. This is like unbelievable.

I can't believe this is even a real fucking story. Like it's so like being somebody who was born in the 80s, like it's like he was so entrenched and in his in everything. And like even now, like if you look up like I don't recommend it actually because it's quite disturbing. But if you go look like the like his lampshade or you can look up the mask, the gloves, you can see the nipple belt. Yeah, you can see it all. You can see all these things.

And it's weird because in one way, it's totally disgusting. But in another way, I'm almost desensitized to it because it looks like something out of Resident Evil. Like it does like it like it did. That's does gross. All right. And does anyone want to switch places with me? I'll sit in the audience. You can be up on stage with these two psychopathing killers.

I'm serious. Like it's weird. They're going to wear me around. That's changing dance. And I don't know. Thank you. It's hard to it's hard to like look at the original thing and be like, oh, this is like horrific when it it almost reads as fictional. It looks like the book from Evil Dead. It's like dead ass does.

Yeah. And we're only seeing the end end product. Like we didn't see Ed wearing it and wandering around and dancing in it where the real horror would have been in like we have seen that in movies. That has been happening in movies. Yeah, exactly. Yep. We have seen that in movies. You are correct. But that is we're more than halfway through Ed Gein. Now, boys, we're almost there. Only one last horrifying episode to go.

And our dip back into true crime comes to an end. The end again. Not as devastating as the last one. What was the last show? M.K. Yeah. Or no. Yeah, I mean, no, not M.K. Who was it? What did you do? Not B.T.K. You did you did another murder. No, I did the the artist guy. Yeah, artist guy father was all rude. That was that was just a nonstop chain of death.

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