Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 123 - Ed Gein Part 3: Be a Good Boy, Ed

Episode Date: October 20, 2021

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You know, like 90s ads. Mothman's butt on her back. Yeah. Also a hidden unlockable character would have to be the bean boy. Oh yeah. Well, obviously he's like, I like it. He jumps out and punches your nuts off at the end of the game. If you beat the game with no damage and then you have to fight him.

But he's like odd job. He's like one third the size of all the other characters. So he can't hit him with like crouching attacks to crouch. And I would love it to be a platform fighter, like smash or something. That's the only way to fly at this point. That's what I'm saying. It works for Nickelodeon. It works for us.

You know what I mean? I'm right. Anyway, it's pretty good. Anyway, I know more. Should we stop stalling and get into what is everybody's anticipated? Part three, the final episode. I just wanted to put a little ray of sunshine at the beginning for everybody. Before we remember this guy who fucking literally wears his victim's skin on his face.

Yeah. And before we go into the episode, a warning that this is going to easily be the grossest episode out of all three. So I have to be here. You do. Pay to be here by the patrons. Patron.com.com. Oh, man.

Would you say would you say this is the grossest one ever? The grossest episode of the show ever made. The only one that I can can really compare. I mean, MK Ultra was pretty heinous, but I think physically gross. It can only compare to, I'd say, like the Tommy Paterra episode where you learn about how he dismembered the bodies and so on. Okay. So it's pretty brutal.

So if you get squeamish easy, just heads up. It kind of goes into that territory as we continue. With that being said, let's do the final part of Ed Gein. So last we left off. Dear old Eddie had taken his very first victim, the proprietor of Mary Hogan's bar herself, Mary Hogan. And late one night had, she had agreed to go back to Ed's farm with him. And that would be the last thing she'd ever get to do before Ed put a shotgun to

her face with, with Ed himself, making light of the fact that he murdered Mary only a couple of days later while in conversation with local farmer Elmo week. But Elmo wasn't the only one to actually hear Ed's grim joke. We tell you, we talked about the end of last episode week. You know, it's U E E C K. I don't know how you would pronounce that. You sound like he came from a portal to another dimension where everything's

just a little different. Farmer Elmo dude, Farmer Elmo week. But again, he wasn't the only one. Well, he was. Well, he was the first one to hear that joke. It actually became well known that although Ed was rarely around when he, when he was and the Mary Hogan incident came up, he always made a weird comment about it alongside his strange sideways grin that he always wore and an awkward

laugh, responding by saying things like she's at the farm right now or something like I went and got her in my pickup truck and took her home. These are all quotes that like people remember Ed saying to them and he always brought it up. I mean, OK, look, dude, dude sucks. Right. But what he did unforgivably, heinous 100 percent. I totally know the feeling of somebody joking that I did something.

Not believing that I actually did it, but me knowing that I actually did it and how gleeful that is. It's just weird to think about that. It's like killing a person. It's like murder and having a corpse in your house. Yeah. Yeah. A little bit different.

Definitely a step up from from that particular general feeling. But the people's reaction and people's response, as always, when it came to Ed was to snicker and shake their head and old Eddie's lame attempt at humor. All of the while, he's literally straight up confessing to their faces as often as he possibly could straight out of a movie to go check the house ever. But eventually the conversation around Mary Hogan did die down and Ed slipped back into being the neighborhood shut in in weirdo, but still someone the town trusted inherently.

So much so that even though Ed's farmhouse at this point is a. Yeah. Everything we've talked about up to this point is like, people be like, what a weird dude. Like he kept looking at me funny. He did this. But everyone's like, you know what? Trust him with my kids.

Like what? It makes no sense. Literally. And that's what we're about to get into. He's got to be like, have you ever heard of that 19 year old Nazi, the killed people? Like what? No, he never brought that up.

No. He never talked about that. Like how? Like what does he have to talk to these people about? Those are his interests. Yeah. You ever carbon your own vagina out of somebody's vagina and you have one of those things where you get that cramp in your finger?

Like, you know what I mean? It's the idea again, too, that we talked a little bit about last episode. Ed didn't really get along. Not that he didn't get along with adults, but him and adults just didn't jive. Well, yes. Why then would they be like, trust him? I trust him. Yeah.

Because it was, I don't know, the, the 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s all through his life and people in a small town where everybody knew each other and didn't think Eddie, who they known for decades, was capable of this kind of thing. I guess that's true. They probably just assumed he was weird, Augusta's kid. And he just kind of like became a hermit. Nobody saw the inside of his house or should say a correction. Very few people saw the inside of his house and we're going to get into that here in

a second. In the most part, all they could see was the outside, the ignored farm and Ed's random weird appearances at like Mary Hogan's bar where he would sit quietly or try and converse people with awkward conversation that never really went anywhere. It's just crazy because I like have friends who I would never even let look after my dog. Right. I know.

People that I like love in my life who I would never even. I went with you in that I still wonder why they let their kids over that house because that's what I'm saying. They trusted him so much though that even though Ed's farmhouse at this point was a complete mess, parents still let their kids go over to his house to hang out with Ed. Dear roads, trails and rivers, are you ready for some SUV action? Toyota SUVs can roll their sleeves up for twisty trails or dress up for a night out on the town.

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Gosh, I can't remember his first name. Excuse me? He was the first kid who was actually on a milk carton because he got just dead ass. He was abducted off his paper route or something like that. Oh, I have no idea, no. I mean, it's the same thing as when Jaws came out and then people were like, oh my God, blockbuster movies. Now that's a thing we care about.

It's the same thing with like, oh, people like kill each other. Or like, when what's his name? From the Quentin Tarantino movie. Charles Manson, like when he like fucked up that family of people and like, you know, just in the middle of the day when everybody was leaving their doors unlocked, you know, it changes culture, right? So maybe it's just had to do with the fact that like, at the time of Ed Gein, maybe people weren't thinking like, maybe this guy would peel their skin off.

We're in the fifties now, like early to mid fifties. So still a lot of like, I think a lot of trust amongst people's communities and stuff. But to be fair, Ed rarely, if ever let anyone into his home, but the son of Irene and Lester Hill, a boy by the name of Bob Hill, was an exception. Again, Ed had no real adult friends, but he did have a few teenage ones. And those who he considered his friend got to see some of Ed's strange collections. On one occasion, Bob, who I think at around this time was around 13, claims that while he was visiting Eddie, Ed acts excitedly wanted to show him

some of his actual shrunken heads that he was collecting. Ed scurried inside with excitement when Bob said, sure, and came back out holding a pair of preserved human heads with leathery skin, matted hair, and hollowed out eye sockets. Even into adulthood, Bob Hill believed that they were entirely real. And he had asked Ed where he'd got them, where his response was that he got them from they were real South Seas shrunken heads sent over by his cousin, who had fought in the Philippines in World War Two.

That would like traumatize me for my life. But yeah, and one and two, I do not believe that that's the case. Yeah. I do not think he got them from his cousin in the Philippines who was fighting in World War Two. Imagine what they fucking look like. Graves and he like was doing it himself because he was heavily into the research. Yeah, I can't imagine. And there's another reason I believe that he was doing them himself and we'll get to that later.

But I just don't. I don't think that's true. I don't think there was a cousin sending him shrunken heads in the mail in the 1950s. I don't know. Maybe somebody out there was getting mailed shrunken heads. I just don't think I would never mail anybody that. No, I think they might not talk to me again. If they open a fucking package, there was a man's head inside.

You know, I've seen in Wild Wild West where Will Smith is like, that is a man's head. And then they have to flip the head upside down so they can see the vision. That's how I would be. Correctly. Yeah, I wouldn't be able to get over it. Look at the very few movies I have seen. Wild Wild West. A real master classic.

Wild Wild Wild West. That's what you've seen. I haven't seen it multiple times actually as a kid. Was it the song that got you? Let's be real. So the song was at the. No, but I didn't think the huge robot spider was sick. I liked the robot spider a lot.

You were like the kid that that fucking producer has been looking for this whole time. Literally, I was that kid. I was the kid, the producer who was desperate to shove that thing into any movie I was looking for. It was me. And I was like, that's a cool robot. Anyway, back to Ed Gein. However, there was a younger pair of brothers from a family that lived a few miles from Ed's farm that had a much more intimate experience with Ed's farmstead.

The two boys would regularly visit Ed to hang out for hours at a time, spending time inside the farmhouse. And for the older brother, he actually played cards with Ed in Ed's kitchen. The younger brother, who wasn't a huge fan, a fond, hugely fond of card games at that time, was left to his own devices to play with things scattered across Ed Gein's floor. You know, empty cans of beans, dirty discarded clothing, mouse droppings, things about fun things. Yeah.

No, those were those were not being out in the left out in the open per se. But I've got a quote for one of you. Here's one of the boys. The youngest of the two said decades later while he was middle aged about the whole thing. So, you know, whoever wants to read this May, I will say, Jesse, you'll get the first read here. I'll put it in zoom. Okay. Send it to zoom.

Zoom. There you go. This is what he said about Ed Gein, his visiting with Ed Gein. Okay. Cards didn't fascinate me at all at that particular time. But Eddie had other things like a tool that would punch holes and leather paper. I'd spend my time doing that while my brother and Eddie played cards. One of these times when we were over there, I ran out of paper and asked Eddie where I could get more.

He told me to go into his bedroom when I went around the corner. There were three heads hanging on the door, just the heads. The faces were dried and they had hair on them. Remember those African movies with the shrunken heads? That's what they look like. Not really shrunken. I have to say they were the actual size of a head, but skin, hair and all that. I didn't say anything.

When we walked home, I asked my brother what the heads could be. And he told me they were probably Halloween get-ups. And I was young enough, I believed it. I never asked Eddie about it. But from that particular time or shortly thereafter, Eddie no longer let my brother or me into the house. Yeah. So that's why I think he was shrinking the heads. I think he was just severing heads from the corpses of the graves he robbed.

Remember, he'd always... Why? This is like... You had a fascination with that stuff. Adam's family, this is crazy. But the Adam's family never... Like there was never an episode where Gomez was like, Morticia, tonight, when we make love, I want you to wear my skin.

Like it wasn't like... Never happened. It never happened. Do you think Eddie Gein ever said good fright? 100%. And I have a theory that... I've had this theory for a while. You ever meet a person and when they say hi to you, they say greetings?

Killer. Killer. I guarantee he said greetings when addressing people. He was like greetings. Not like goofy, like greetings. Not like that, but literally just like greetings. No, like a real Tuvok. That's a killer.

Yeah. I got you. Yeah, like Tuvok. I got you. He's going to stab you. Or he's one bad day away from stabbing you. No, Tuvok is a Vulcan, but like if it was a human with Tuvok properties, that's where you want to watch out.

Yeah. So... And since Plainfield was an extremely small town who had very little going on in their day-to-day lives, rumors and gossip spread like wildfire. And it wasn't long before the rumor of Dear Eddie Gein's shrunken head collection was being whispered amongst the town folk. Yet, perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, none of the locals seemed to actually care.

In fact, it merely became another fun anecdote of strange little Ed Gein in town. Because, of course, someone like Ed Gein would have a collection of shrunken heads from the South Seas in that farmhouse of his. Now, it's unclear as to why, but around this time in Ed's life, he had an urge to get away. And he began to toy with the idea of selling off the farmhouse or getting rid of it in some somehow. So much so that he actively approached two of his neighbors,

Donald and Georgia Foster, who resided in the West Plainfield and asked if they'd be interested and maybe buying the property. But I'll let Georgia describe how the whole thing went down. This will be for you to read, Alex. Once again, I'll put it in a... Send it to Zoom. Send it to Zoom.

One, two, one, three, four. Hello? All right. It's not copy-pasting for some reason. Well, you can drop it in the Twitter too if you need. Yeah, I'm going to try that because then it's not working. No worries. I can just think more about classic PBS show Zoom instead, which, you know...

CML? Yeah. If you know, you know. That's all I can say. Ed came around and wanted to know if we'd like to trade our house for his farm. We have only an acre or so of land and we thought the idea was worth considering,

so we went out to look his place over. We looked into all the rooms except the front bedroom and one room right off what I suppose was originally the dining room, but that Ed used for a bedroom and a living room. He had the door close to that one room. He said it was just an old pantry and was filled with junk. We didn't see anything to make us suspicious. The place was awfully dirty and full of stuff piled all over the floor.

It was pretty dark too. He had those dirty old curtains at the windows so we couldn't see much. The kids have always brought back stories about him having shrunken heads there, so when we were upstairs in the house, I kidded Ed about it. I pointed to one of the bedrooms and I said, is that where you keep your shrunken heads? He gave me a funny look.

My husband looked at me too and I wish I hadn't said it, but then Ed gave that little grin of his and pointed to another room. No, he said, they're in this other room over here. People are always kidding about things like that. And that's the general... That little transaction is like the perfect encapsulation of I think how the town saw him. Even being in the house, seeing how disgusting it was,

the doors locked and joking about heads that he was like, yeah, no, they're in the other room. They were still like, that's Ed. That's just Ed. Don't worry about him. Wonder where Mary Hogan went, by the way. It just didn't click ever. It's just not once. In the years between Ed's first murder of Mary Hogan

and his second uncommitted yet one that we'll cover in a little bit, Ed continued his usual escapades of body horror furniture making and the occasional grave digging. Body horror furniture? Yeah, yeah, we'll talk all about that in a little bit. It's so nasty. Have you ever seen these? I have so many questions now because like...

Don't go over to his house. Like, hey Ed, you got places that can sit and he like points to the man chair. You're not far off. It's like a rest of development. You're not far off. One woman in particular, though, had gathered Ed's attention recently.

A recently deceased middle-aged woman named Eleanor Adams. Ed had known Eleanor for a long time prior to her death and for years he'd watch her quietly from the distance though his feelings about her were mixed, a running theme in those that he ended up victimizing in one way or another. He'd see so much of his mother in her and yet there was a clear infatuation that he had for her as well. He would not kill Eleanor though,

but wait for her passing and in the dead of night unbeknownst to her husband and children, shortly after her death, rob her grave and take her to his farmhouse. Jesus, fucking Christ. She would then be worked into his human suit, which we now know is a combination of the death mask, the breast vest and the vagina pants and all that stuff.

It would put on a pair of... I know. And he would put on a pair of panties and then he would go outside and traipse about in his front lawn in the moonlight resurrecting his mother in that bizarre ritual. But none of that would Satan his inner dark desires forever and soon Ed would have another live victim on his hands. And on Saturday, November 16th, 1957,

Ed could no longer contain it anymore. A woman by the name of Bernice Warden had slowly become the obsession of Ed's. Perveyor of a shop simply named Wardens, Bernice was regarded as a very well liked individual in Plainfield. Initially, the Warden shop was owned by her husband and a partner named Frank Canover. Eventually though, her husband would buy out as partner's share of the store and when the husband died, Bernice became the owner of it. In July of 1956, Bernice was named the very first citizen of the week for Plainfield,

getting plastered right on the local newspaper's front page and described as a pleasant featured woman, solidly built, 58 year old widow. Bernice Warden was a devout Methodist, a doting grandmother and an exceptional business woman. Does that sound familiar to every other woman Ed's been obsessed with up to this point? So far. It's all the same freaking archetype.

Yeah. While Bernice was certainly the head honcho of the store, her son Frank helped out helped her out often and would be at the store daily to keep it up and running alongside his mother. Rarely would you have a day where Frank wasn't present. Over time, Ed's obsession with Bernice soured. She wasn't terribly fond of him and he was spending more and more time at the store, loitering and attempting to make small conversation with Bernice,

all while she simply saw him as the village idiot. But she tolerated Ed as the Geens had been good regular customers over the years to that to the store and to her family. But to Ed, Bernice was another curse on his life. Another example of the undeserved sinning filth succeeding in place of his saintly mother, who in his eyes should be here instead. He would question why Augusta had to be the one to suffer and pass and not this Bernice woman, who only saw success in the face of even losing her husband.

The universe it seemed was playing favorites and Ed sought to balance the scales. On November 16th, 1957, it was a rare day for the Warden store as her son Frank was nowhere to be found. Around this time of year, this was actually to be expected, however, as Frank was an avid deer hunter and it was deer hunting season. The day prior, Ed was actually at the Warden store asking about Frank's hunting schedule while also checking the price and asking about the price for antifreeze, confirming his hopes that the next day

would be his day to seek reckoning on Bernice. And as Eddie entered the store the next morning, he saw only Bernice manning the register, the store otherwise entirely empty. He approached the register and asked for antifreeze that he was pricing the night before. Bernice filled his steel drum, took his money, wrote out a receipt and Ed seemingly left without issue for a few minutes. But shortly after, Ed scurried back into the front door of the store and awkwardly made his way back up to Bernice at the register.

He began telling her how he had been thinking about trading his Marlin rifle, which only fired a 22 short shots for one that could accommodate all three 22 caliber bullets, short, long and long rifle. Since it's the 50s in a small rural town, the Warden store sold all kinds of things, including guns. Ed pointed up at a Marlin rifle that was being displayed behind Bernice, asking if he could check it out. Bernice responded by saying, sure, that's actually my favorite kind of rifle. Did she turn around then and he's like, blop!

Not yet. Oh my God. She does take the gun off the shelf and she hands the gun to Eddie. Eddie took the weapon into his hand and began to play with it and examine it a bit. As he examined it, Mrs. Warden strolled over to the front window of the store, gazing out across the street at the nearby convenience store. She continued casually chatting with Ed, hey, but has a new car. I do not like Chevrolets. And that would be the last words she spoke.

And snuck up behind her, loaded a 22 shell he had taken with him from his home into the rifle that he was looking at, lined up a shot and fired, killing Mrs. Warden on the spot. That is, I mean, like, I was going to say, I don't know how you can ever own a gun store, store the sales guns and not be like constantly, oh yeah, you want to check out the unshore, but at the same time be like ready to shoot a dude dead. Right, because you don't know who's carrying bullets on them, right? Like, it's... That's scary as hell.

It's the, like I said, you just weren't thinking about that. You know what I mean? Like, this sounds like it's from a movie now. You know what I mean? It sounds like, like, I've never been a fan of those. You know what I mean? Like, I mean, it's just like a craze. It's like dialogue.

From what year did this happen? 1957. But this is like post-World War II. I don't know, man. But we're in a small rural town in the middle of East Bump, like Bumpfuck Nowhere. I'm just letting you know, having lived in small towns and lived in big cities, I don't trust no small towns is where you go to die. I know more people per capita are killed in bigger cities because there's more people.

I'm saying small town. Even people listen right now who live in small towns are worried about their small town because that's where, like, the serial killers are. Oh, yeah. No, thank you. This is also an important kill to cover, like, to talk about briefly because of how sloppy Ed is about it. He clearly, like, in my opinion, I think he has second thoughts when he's buying the

antifreeze and the leaves and stuff. Instead of doing it all at once, he does, like, actively leave and then go back in. There's this weird, like, examine the gun kind of thing. But moreover, he's really bad at cleaning up the crime scene, which we're going to talk about. And it's important because as the time goes on, other missing persons went and got blamed on Ed, like, post-Ed being caught and captured. They start like a girl named Evelyn was like, maybe it was Ed's, maybe it was Ed's.

But it doesn't like Ed was never very good at being quiet about it. And he never kidnapped anybody alive. He always killed them first and then took their bodies, leaving a very familiar trail both times. Do you think that was because, like, going back to a psychology, clearly, I'm no expert. Sure. Yeah. That's that's Alex.

Alex is the expert. Yeah. It seems like the reasoning behind the immediate killing of them rather than kidnapping them is one, he's got a lot of, I think you nailed it where he's like, you know, he's overthinking his second thoughts. Right. But also the idea of he targets strong women and strong women are who he relates to. But he also, I think, understands that he's like a pretty weak dude.

Yeah, he's that's a point that comes up from the village. The townsfolk often is how small Ed is as a person. So he probably was afraid that, like, if he tried to kidnap them, these women who are basically represent his mother would kick his ass. Yeah. He also is not as a killer who clearly thrives or wants the kill part. He wants the product part. He wants the body afterward.

He doesn't like take joy in the killing like Ted Bundy did or Dahmer experimenting with them before he killed them off. It was very much of wanted like instant. He just kind of like did it and it was it. And that was all. I know you probably haven't seen this movie, but it reminds me of Sam Jackson's character in Kingsman. Kingsman.

Like you can't handle violence, but he like definitely has to do it. I like what a great character choice. Yeah. It's that kind of. Yeah, it's just kind of all points to that. And I just I think this crime scene is important to point out because this is after a lot of the people who went missing had gone missing. So it is it didn't add up.

Unfortunately for Ed, unlike Mary Hogan's bar, though, the Warden store wasn't tucked away from prying eyes. And this was the next morning after all in the middle of the day. The convenience store was just across the street, but a gas station nearby also was within view. And as the company car left the rear of the store randomly, a local noticed it being driven by most certainly a man. While odd, it wasn't enough to set off alarm bells for this guy as the Wardens were known

to hire locals to help out occasionally and drive the truck. So it went about his day. Yeah. So Ed literally got like, because he's trying to make the scene look like a robbery. Right. We'll get to the rest of the things here in a minute, but one of them was to take that car, drive it and park it far away or get rid of it. Right.

So that particular man went about his day. Meanwhile, Ed was went back, got the body and loaded it into his own truck and started heading home. And the gas station sighting wouldn't be the only one. Local farmer Elmo out here, here we go again with Elmo was also out deer hunting on this day, but he was hunting on Ed's property. Now Ed hated when other people hunted on his property, aggressively clinging to his privacy for obvious reasons, but Elmo figured even if he did get caught, he'd just be able to

talk to Ed and hash things out without good and get without a getting bad. So he hunted on his property and got himself a deer strapped it to his hood and began to drive home that evening, leaving Ed's property. It just so happens, however, that as he was leaving Ed's property, Ed's truck came barreling down the dirt road in the opposite direction. This immediately jumped out as strange to Elmo since Ed was known to drive painfully slow. Some townsfolk joking that you could outrun Ed if you just tried hard enough.

To Elmo's surprise, Ed didn't slow down at all, nor seemed all that upset that someone was clearly hunting and leaving with a deer from his property, waving as he sped past and Elmo continued on. But Elmo, the sweet soul that he is, was being eaten alive by guilt later that evening. Having hunted on someone else's property, having clearly been caught, it was only right that he go back and apologize to Ed. And so later that same day, Elmo returned only to find Ed oddly next to his jacked-up truck, swapping out his tires.

Normally, this wouldn't be strange, I think, to most people, but it was late November and Ed was removing snow tires and replacing them with normal ones. Elmo continued, though, to apologize, later saying Ed had clearly very little interest in his company and seemed to almost wave him off like nothing bothered him at the moment. And this also answers the question how nobody could figure out whose tire tracks belonged to Mary Hogan's disappearance because Ed was changing his tires every time he committed a crime, it seems like, when he did, like, a murder rather, specifically. What a weird idea for a plan.

That doesn't even make sense. The tracks are going to lead to your goddamn house every time. Right. Yes. Yeah, I mean, yes. All I'm saying is, since this time, clearly, we have all become detectives. We've watched enough TV to be like, this would not fly. I would have found this guy out immediately. The more you say the more I didn't know how to catch this guy.

It sounds like I can't even picture him as a real person. It feels like Babe pig in the city to me. It feels like a made-up fantasy place and this guy's like a Tim Burton character. Yes. It sounds unbelievable to me. He gets away with so much. It's insane. And Ed, that evening, that wasn't the end of his visitation.

That evening, Ed got visited again, this time by the nearby neighbors that we spoke about before with the two young boys who would play cards. The Hills. Same day. Bob. The same day that he killed. He killed. Bernice took her home.

Elmo came back and now we're in the nighttime. So two separate people interact with him while he was in the process of dealing with this body. Yes. Actually, this is a story. That's not the two kids who played cards. The one beforehand who saw the shrunken heads. Right. Right.

Yeah. But Bob, yeah, he came by again same night and he came by with his sister, Darlene. And they approached in the evening asking for help. The family car had broken down and they needed somebody to help with the battery. Oh my God. And as Ed opened his front door, he was covered in blood. They had interrupted him as he was in the middle of taking Mrs. Warden apart piece by piece. But the kids didn't think much of it.

They had gone hunting for rabbit and red squirrel with Ed before and assumed that he also hunted deer and that he was probably taking apart a deer. Ed agreed to help them, but needed time to wash up first. And after a few minutes, washed himself up and off he went. He helped with their car and the hills were so grateful that at the end of the day, they offered Ed to stay and eat a large meal with them, which Ed eagerly agreed to. He got to eat pork chops, boiled potatoes, macaroni and cheese, pickles, coffee and cookies. This happened during his murder. He got up from a dead body, washed his hands. When had a full dinner with the family, came back and finished making whatever he was going to make out of his body.

We'll see if he gets back, but he did get to go to all of that. He got to have an amazing, amazing dinner. And Ed apparently ate it voraciously. It was a tough day of hard work after all for Ed. And in many ways, this was Ed's final supper. The clock was ticking. Ed just didn't know it yet. What?

As the night continued on, Ernese's son Frank had returned from deer hunting and went to the store as he would normally do before heading home. However, as he would find out, the store was locked with the lights still on and the register clearly missing. When he entered the store, he saw clear signs of violence all too familiar to the Mary Hogan case. Blood splatters, smears indicating a dragged body out to a vehicle no longer there. Unlike the Mary Hogan case, Frank immediately had a hunch as Ed had been hanging around more and more as the days went on. He called the sheriff to come and arrive at the store and the sheriff agreed that it was clear something terrible happened. As soon as the two officers arrived, Frank blurted out he's done something to her. And when they pressed him, what he meant, he replied, Eddie Gein.

He's been hanging around here a lot lately, bothering my mother to go roller skating and dancing to movie shows. So he had been trying to like initially when he was kind of like infatuated, had this initial obsession. He was asking the mother out on dates, like to go out on dates with him, oddly. But unlike Mary Hogan's place, there wasn't always a crowd of people both familiar and strangers piddling around for hours drinking and talking. The warden store was a store and Ed hanging out there as often as he was for as long as he was was instantly more noticeable. Moreover, Ed had been sloppy in his crime scene cleanup. Another indicator that what he was doing was never really wholly thought out. Ed left behind the handwritten receipt his mother had made that morning when he purchased the antifreeze.

And Frank was in the store the night before when Ed was asking about the price of antifreeze. It didn't take long before the officers decided that they should probably pay Ed a little visit. Very, very brave. Very, very brave. Just to be like, that guy's a fucking murderer. Like, that's crazy. You know what I mean? That's just a wild thing to do to somebody.

So good. Good on him. It's nuts. Before they arrived, news of Bernice's disappearance was already making its way through town. After dinner, Ed was spending time with the Hills doing what else? Playing with their children at their own. All right. So I know we've said children a bunch of times.

Yeah. But to date, he's never done anything to a child. Nope. Nothing. No, it just relates to them. Yeah. He did. We did have that suspicion that he choked out that 10-year-old when he may have been going

to kill her his mother because she was indecent in that bathing suit. But we don't. Other than that, we have no. It doesn't seem like it. I don't think he doesn't seem like the person who killed because of indecency. No. Yeah. It doesn't at least not.

It seems like he has to build up over the course of months and years this justification that these people are sinners because he seems to like them initially and it just builds into a hatred. Man, I would. Does the books and things that you used for this this little project of ours, do they like really go into, you know, like the criminal minds portion of this? I would love to know the psychology behind. They they go deep into the interviews that they had the police back and forth and that

kind of thing. But again, you got to keep in mind this is the 50s and during court, which we'll talk a little bit about, they deemed him sane enough for trial. So he never got like the insane like slapped on to him. He was considered sane for what that's worth. But beyond that, not really a more than just like the heavy police interviews. That's something you're interested in. There's a few good, really good documentaries out there, too, that I would suggest you go

check out if you want to like look into the true crime aspect of it. But yeah, his psychology is interesting. I mean, he just it seems like it's a psychology 101 case and that it's so simple to figure out. Like, I don't know psychology, but I know enough to be like, oh, no, that. Yeah. OK, I get that. And I understand why he does that.

And that makes sense. It seems like a lot of him also goes into what we consider modern psychology and modern, like looking at the way people think and trauma. And I mean, even the idea like he hangs out with kids because he's like stunted into being he's still a kid emotionally. He was completely dependent upon his mother, upon his mother's death. And it makes sense to, you know, a lot about why he has these love, hate relationships with these women who aren't his mother, because I'm sure deep down there was a struggle with

how his mother treated him and how his mother scolded him and beat him and all that other stuff. Oh, he's an apple of shit. This dude is one hundred percent like Freud would be losing his mind right now. Oh, he's a textbook case for that. 100 percent. It all comes and then there's the question of like, was he trans? Was he in something that just wouldn't he wouldn't have been able to have no name back

then because he was fascinated with the doctor over at the Danish doctor who performed the world's first sex change surgery. And he would talk to people about it excitedly. How amazing. And he would talk about how he wished and often thought about as a kid. What it was like to be a girl. But that also that also offers like there's a lot of things to think about there when it comes to the ideas of like, was that the case or was it because the most powerful people

he saw in his life were women and so power comes from being a woman in his eyes. And so he wanted to become a woman because like I have literally there's, you know, yeah, we're not trying to say one thing or the other. It's just, you know, there's obviously something going on in his psychology about femininity, sexuality. Yeah. Something going on there that's ununcommon. Plus.

Yeah. And you mix that with the religious abuse, the family familial abuse and all that other shit. It's just kind of the archetype. Like this was extremely this is an extremely famous cycle leather face. That switch that, you know, it goes back to the idea that there's there's people out. You know, if you look at suicide as an apple, which is an incredibly touchy subject and like if you look at that, there are people out there that have lives that are like bad.

Yeah. And they're just like, I'm going to keep, I'm going to keep going. And there are other people that don't. And there's clearly something that either I have no clue what that is, but there's clearly something in their lives that I think just like this guy, when it comes to murdering, there's something in his life that I'm sure there are a lot of people that have like gone through trauma much like him that weren't like, and now I'm going to kill everyone. Right.

I don't like, I don't know what that is. Like there's clearly, I'm sure that's why there are thousands of books of the subject because it's a fascinating. Yeah. It's what's that show with the dude from Hamilton with the really good actor who's playing the killer. It's the co-ed killer, I think. What's that guy's name?

Whatever. It's called like brain. Ed Kemper. Maybe. Yeah. I think, actually, I think so. I'm a serial killer guy. I like that kind of stuff.

I think what's the name of the show? Minehunter. Minehunter. Yeah. It's that stuff. It's the stuff like people started to think like it literally wasn't even a thing people were thinking about until there were like notorious killers like this. You know what I mean?

And you know what's crazy too is like, and this is kind of just going back into this like the village here for a minute, even when they found out about all the transgressions Ed did, the thing that townsfolk were most offended by was the grave robbing, not the murdering. When the murdering, they heard about the murdering, they could kind of understand it. When they heard about the grave robbing, they said, there's no way. There's no way until they had a concrete proof that he was robbing graves. That to them was a bigger transgression for some reason or another, and it probably has

to do with the times and stuff. But yeah, just interesting. But it's also interesting. Yeah. It's also interesting based on his religious religiosity, right? The idea that like as a person who's super religious, him digging up bodies seems to go against his own beliefs. But that also seems like people do a lot of things that are against their beliefs.

Let's not pretend. And so him digging up bodies is his gateway into, well, I need bodies. And eventually he's like, well, I guess I could just go make my own. Like you can see the progression. It's all again, very 101. Like it seems very easy to under like I see where this is going. I see how he's doing this. And that's what's so messed up.

Because again, it comes back to like there's one trigger in him that he decides he's going to do all this when other people would not. And it's curious what that one little like. Fascinating. Yeah, it's I mean, it's impossible to say, you know, I mean, yeah, there's all sorts of tropes about it. There's all sorts of like the loner, the outsider, you know, because you think about, OK, we all do things a certain way, because we all see each other all

the time we go outside and people might even argue like right now, like maybe we're all turning a little bit into serial killers by sort of like isolating ourselves into little groups based on different problems. I'm not going to kill any. I maybe maybe with the kindness. You know what I mean? You know, we just lock yourselves off. You lock yourselves off from people who maybe are going to check you.

Based on their other experiences, you know, you lock people, you lock yourself off from that on all sides and, you know, and then you get on a plane. Yeah, no, I understand. Yeah, you just have your own. You just have your own system of morality and what's important to you at that point. And, you know, law had such a lower presence in people's lives back then than it does now where, like, you know, it feels like the police can see you everywhere just because, you know, and in some countries they can,

you know what I mean? But, like, back then you're just kind of like in your own little weird bubble of gueniness, you know, maybe he's, you know, one small police station with like a local sheriff that everybody knows and a handful of officers, you know? Yeah, it's it's crazy. But yeah, we'll get to get back into it. He was staying hanging at their house after dinner, playing with their kids. And suddenly a family friend by the name of Jim, Jim Vorman burst into the house.

He was the I'm sorry. He was Irene, the mother's son, son-in-law. He came bursting through the front door speaking frantically about Bernice's sudden disappearance. The wife looked to Ed and said, quote, Ed, how come everybody, how come every time somebody gets banged on the head and hauled away, you're always around? To which Ed responded with his usual grin and a shrug. The teenage boys then asked if Ed would take them in a town to get a better

look at the scene. And Ed, as always, as he always did, agreed. And he got them ready and took them out to his truck. All the while, the cops were already heading on their way. Man. First, they would swing over to his farmstead only to find Ed not home. So they then went directly to the closest neighbors to see if they'd seen him. And of course, the neighbors were the Hills, the people who just fed him dinner. Officer Dan Chase and Deputy Polk Spies.

Fifty's name if I ever heard one. Polk Spies. Polk Spies, S-P-E-S. Polk Spies. I love that name so much. He wouldn't be a guy in Rogue Squadron. That's the guy who got killed in Red Five. Yeah. Yeah, Dan Chase and Polk Spies were dispatched to look for him.

And those were the two that arrived to the Hills home. They approached the home, stepped inside and asked if they seen Ed. The family replied that he should still be outside in his truck if he hadn't yet left with the boys to head into town. And as the two officers stepped back outside, they're sat Ed's truck idling. They calmly walked up to the window, knocked on the glass and asked Ed if they wouldn't mind talking with him a bit.

He agreed, stepped outside and walked over to the officer's vehicles. Officer Chase first asked Ed to walk him through his day. Once Ed finished, he then asked him if he wouldn't mind going over it one more time for him. A simple strategy to see if you could find inconsistencies in his story. And poor old Ed couldn't keep his story together even for one attempt. A small exchange occurred that can only be described in my mind as silly. This is kind of how they got Ed.

So one of you can be Officer Chase and one of you can be Ed. I'm putting it in Zoom. It's a quick interaction. It's funny. It's funny. So you see that we're like, it's a funny interaction. This is a weird interaction. I just think it's it's a little silly. It's nothing crazy.

Who wants to be Officer Chase? I'll do it. Alex, your officer, Chase. There you go. Done. Now, Eddie, you didn't tell me the same story come through there that second time. Somebody framed me. Framed you for what? Well, Mrs. Warden. What about Miss Warden?

Well, she's dead, ain't she? Dead? How do you know she's dead? Well, I heard it. Where'd you hear it? I heard them talking about it. So Ed, more or less, immediately was just like kind of confessed accidentally, like didn't even really try all that hard. He just assumed they knew everything.

He just thought he was fucked. Yeah. Yeah. He just immediately assumed he was fucked. Officer Chase, at this point, was convinced that he had the right guy and arrested Ed and forming him. He was a suspect of a robbery. And while Officer Chase took Ed into custody, another policeman, Arthur Schley, was tasked with finding Frank's mother.

And so he's the one that went into Ed's farmhouse first, accompanied, of course, by the captain. And I'm going to say his name once and then just call him the captain, because I don't know if I'm going to say this right. He was accompanied by Captain Shufo Shuforster. I think that's right. Shuforster. Shuforster sounds right. Yeah, but it's spell S-H-O-E-P-H-O-E-R-S-T-E-R. Very bizarre. Sure. Sure.

Whatever. Sure. And so there you go. That's what it's spelled. Never mind. Fuck it. That's how it is. That's how it says. Anyway, him and the captain arrived at Ed's house late on that November night. They made their way to Ed's house, beginning to check each door on the outside one by one. As they crawled around that cold night, they discovered one by one. Each door was locked, save for one.

The door leading into the summer kitchen was only secured with a flimsy lock. The captain lifted his foot and kicked the door, hearing a large allowed crack as the wood gave way. While the captain made his way toward the main part of the house, now that it was open, Officer Schley stepped back and swept his flashlight around the room that they walked into. As he backed up, he felt his coat bump up against something. So he quickly turned to see what it was.

And there, sad illuminated only by the officer's flashlight. Oh, my God. A large white human carcass dangled loosely by its feet. A crude wooden crossbar, three feet long, bark covered and sharpened to a point at both ends had been shoved through the tendons of one ankle. The foot had been slit above the heel and secured to the rod with a stout cord. Her arms were held, taut at her sides by hemp ropes that ran from her wrist to the crossbar. Don't look up the front, you guys. It's not. It's not pretty. The front of this corpse had been split open entirely

so that its torso was a little more was little more than a dark gaping hole. The head had been removed from the body as though someone had taken a trophy from a prize buck. The body itself had been butchered like a heifer dressed out like a deer, except this was the body of Bernice Warden, killed only hours ago. It took Schley a few moments to even comprehend what he was seeing. But when he did, he was only able to utter the words, my God, there she is before he ran out the back door, collapsed to his knees and began to violently vomit.

Shortly after the captain radioed for backup and Ed's house became a crime crime scene as they scoured through scoured through it in great depths. Ed's home was a true house of horrors beyond the many disgusting things that we talked about prior, the police found even more bizarre things. And here's where it's going to get even grosser. For instance, the coffee can where they found the kitchen, except for this part, was stuffed with lumps of used chewing gum. Another found a funny looking soup.

Yeah, another found what they assumed was a funny looking soup bowl, only to quickly realize that it was a skull cap that was just sitting on the kitchen table. What? The more they looked through the house, the more skull caps they found, as well as complete skulls like the ones dangling on Ed's bedposts as decorations. The police captain, as he was examining the kitchen, also had his gaze caught by a peculiar looking chair. As he examined it closer, he realized the woven cane seat

had been completely replaced by smooth strips of human skin while the underside was lumpy with fat. In total, they found four chairs matching that description in his home. Dude, it's fucked. Do not look. There are pictures of all of this for you freaky deekies out there. But I promise it's not going to be a great first experiment in looking at crime scene photos, if that's what you're thinking. No, yeah, one officer even found a cardboard box filled with female genitalia

taking from the peaking from the people and corpses that he'd collected, nine in total, and most were dried out and shriveled. The one had been dogged with silver paint and trimmed with a red ribbon. The one that rested on top seemed fresh to the officers. It consisted of a portion of the Mons Venerys with the vagina and anus intact. The officer who discovered this also said he noticed little crystals sitting on top. So he inspected it closer only to find that it had also been salted. Just the faces that you make.

And they're like preserving purposes. Yes, salted like salted like you would salt a flank steak. You know, a piece of bacon. Yeah, yeah, he was salting them, keeping them as fresh for as long as possible. He was trying to preserve them because remember, he would wear these things. And then make clothing out of it. Then another box had been discovered, which I'm tired. I'm tired.

Contained four human noses while a Quaker Oats tin was filled with scraps of human's heads. What's like chunks of scrap hair? Both heads like chips of skulls. Probably stuff they've chipped off. Scraps of heads in a Quaker Oats tin. It was branded nicely. It's not lit. No, not at all.

Out in the shed, another officer discovered a pair of stained tattered mattresses with something clearly sandwiched between them. When he lifted the mattress, he found a burlap sack, a burlap feed sack that was steaming in the cold winter night. Oh, God. He took the sack from the mattress, pulled it open. An officer, Willimovsky, found he had discovered the severed head of Bernice Warden taken off only hours ago.

Another. And I'm just going to go through at this point, a small list of things that they found. Oh, my God. All human bones and fragments, a waste basket made of human skin, human skin covering several chair seats, skulls on his best post, as we said, female skulls with some of the top sawn off, bowls made from human skulls. The very same tops that were sawn off. A corset made from a female torso, skin from shoulders to waist.

Leggings made from human leg skin. Masks made from the skin of female heads, nine in totally and nine different head of death masks that they called it. Mary Hogan's face mask in a paper bag. Mary Hogan's skull in a box. Bernice Warden's entire head in the burlap sack. Bernice Warden's heart in a plastic bag in front of Geen's pot belly stove, indicating that he was feeding him, eating, trying cannibalism.

But something more disturbing coming comes from that as well. There was townsfolk said during hunting season, Ed Geen would give them venison steak, but it came to fruition that Ed never hunted deer and actually was squeamish at the idea of hunting anything larger than a rabbit or a squirrel. Now, there's no way to confirm it, but people suspect that he was feeding other people the meats that he was pulling from the corpses that he killed. Oh, my God. They also found they also found a belt made from human female nipples, four noses,

a pair of lips on a window shade drawstring. God damn it. That is fucked up. A lampshade, a lampshade made from the human from the skin of a human face. Fingernails from female fingers. And as Ed Geen was known for grave robbing, it was never figured out how many of these came from living victims and how many of those were from already deceased. Because the last most disturbing fact is that Ed Geen may have actually

killed a couple of young girls. They found a young girl's address and the volvas of two females judged to have been about 15 years old. Oh, it's possible. The police ended up bringing a portable generator and spent days going through this house, going through it piece by piece. As the newspapers began to pick up something horrible was happening and would gather outside every time every day.

Horrible discoveries continued for days with the exception of one room, one room that had not only been locked, but at this point in time, bordered and nailed shut. As the boards were removed and the police entered, the site they were greeted with was complete, was the complete opposite of everything that they'd seen up to this point, a bedroom and parlor and complete tidiness. They hadn't yet realized they'd just stumbled into Augusta Geen's room, completely preserved like a temple as though they'd broken into a long forgotten

Egyptian tomb. So he kept all the clothes completely neat and folded, but everything was covered in a fine layer of dust because the keyboard. He was he boarded up the room at this point. He was never going in there ever again. And there's just a there's a lot of suspicion as to why maybe he was like he had given up on that part of his life because in according to Ed, his mom's voice was the one that was telling him to behave and be a good boy.

And yet he was going about not really being a good boy. But that was the last room that they busted into. And it was just preserved like a temple is how they described it. So. Yeah, just it's very creepy. Very haunted house ask. But at this point, Ed was firmly under arrest, charged with robbery and held on a $10,000 bail, which in today's money averages to around $97,000.

The judge didn't want to level the murder charge until Ed's mental competency could be determined. So Ed was held at a central state hospital for 30 days for psychiatric observation. After the trial period concluded, he was found not mentally fit to stand trial. Oh, I was I was I don't know why I said he was. I had this weird broken memory. I was about to say there's no way he was found not mentally fit to stand trial and remanded permanently to central state.

In 1968, 11 years after his original sentence, Ed was found. This is why because I was sort of right. Ed was found mentally fit to stand trial for first degree murder in the case of Bernie's warden, but Mary Hogan's death was technically admitted as well. Ed was found guilty and the mental competency trials began again. He was for once again found mentally incompetent and returned to central state. Ed possessions were to be auctioned off on the 30th of March, 1958. But the farmhouse was burned to the ground on March 20th, 1958, 10 days prior.

Now, officially, nobody knows why it got burned down. Only that that arson was suspected, but never pursued. There was never anybody who looked into it or figured out why the house burned down. For all intents and purposes, Ed was a model patient. The routine seemed to keep his darker thoughts and impulses at bay. He appealed for release in 1974 and took the stand, but was denied and returned to the hospital. In 1978, Ed Gein then was moved from central state to Mendota Mental Health Institute in Madison, Wisconsin.

And on the 26th of July, in 1984, Ed Gein died of heart and respiratory failure and was buried in the family plot next to Augusta, where he would have most definitely wanted to be buried, but his grave now lies unmarked. And that concludes the story of Ed Gein and why he is the poster child for all those horror movie incarnations back in the day, Psycho, Leatherface and all the rest. But we're done, Jesus, with all the horrors. So I hope you're feeling all right, my soul is tired.

I am exhausted. I hope you at least found it somewhat interesting in terms of like psychology, though, because that's where I find a lot of the interesting parts. This is just I mean, it's complete broken mental state. Of course. Like it's very interesting. I have that weird morbid bone in my body that makes me somehow not able to look away from these things like a car accident on the freeway. Right. But man, it's still like it doesn't.

You know, I always take a minute to perceive it as if it was real, just to make sure I realize the gravity of it. Because if I don't, I get carried away. It was real. Yeah. You know what I mean? And so, you know, it's fun to talk about these things. Well, let's just remember that some actual people got fucking that. Oh, absolutely. It's fucking. No one deserved the death that he brought upon them.

He did it in a way that, you know, cowardly and hid behind things. And it was a horrible, horrible story. And then all of his victims deserve to be alive to this day. That said, I'm obsessed with this, like the psychology behind it. I can't not think about why a person would do this. Did you look up the pictures? I mean, yeah, it's messed up. They're really they're it's not pleasant at any sort.

Like it's just I can't figure out what causes a problem. I can understand crimes of passion and crimes in the moment because I think everyone has had a moment where they've lost their cool and like they pray if they probably were capable of something wild. But this is one of those things where it's a person who knew what was wrong, 100 percent knew what was wrong and chose to overlook that because of some other problem they were they suffered or something. And it's fascinating to me because, you know,

humanity is capable of great things and really messed up things. See, now you get the hook. That's why I'm hooked on true crime, too. It's the psychology and what drives these people to get to this point. No, but but there's like a difference in thinking when it comes to like, I don't say modern man, that's a weird statement. But the idea of, you know, in the past, people did this to each other just cause

like their time periods in history where it was like, hey, yeah, we're going to like cut you up and wear you around it. Like people did that. But in those time periods, it was because we don't view you as people. Right. And and and and, you know, and I wonder, you know, how he saw this because I it's interesting that he attacks these women. But he clearly views them as people because he wants to be them. Yeah, it's fascinating. I don't know.

I think like maybe it just goes back like this is just me being like weird and, you know, probably not being an expert and just talking out of my ass. But like if he wants his mom to come back so much, you know, and he sees these people that are like his mom and he I bet you he did a lot of acting like his mom. You know what I mean? Around the house and talking to himself like his mom. And so maybe he just needed to bring that type of woman back

and be able to act out what she does. You know, it could be simple as that. Instead of like living the Oedipus Compus by like marrying somebody like that or trying to date somebody like that, he had to like take their body and cut them up and become his mother. Yeah, that's it's so so bizarre. That's because she had the power and he had none. And now his way of getting back at her is he will have the power by being her.

Like it is. It's like all of it's a good logic. Let's be honest. I mean, he doesn't have it down. But, you know, I get that sort of weird sense that he just had like a singular mission in his life and he didn't realize how far he was going to go himself. You know what I mean? Like, I don't think he stopped to think about it too much. I think he just sort of like.

Did it, you know? Yeah, he wanted. He wanted the body like to cut it up and make his furniture. You didn't think about the process to get it. Oh, the furniture doesn't make any sense to me at all. Well, that was because he was obsessed with the Nazi people. He's obsessed with like corpses and stuff also, which is double. He wasn't like he like he was traumatized clearly, obviously, in a broken man. But he also had these dark creative, if you want to call him that, impulses.

Like, yeah, he was like expressing your Nazi fantasies. Yeah, in a weird criminal, horrible way. And that's the other thing is like if you do look at them and I still don't think you should look at the pictures if you're not, especially when I ready for it. But like they don't look they're not the hands of a practiced master. They're just no, not at all. They look like crew.

Yeah, it's it's it's even worse because they're so poorly made and stuff. You know what I mean? It doesn't it's disturbing in the way that like when you see a kid and he's like covered in stuff and you're like, what the fuck happens to you kid? And you're just like, that's gross. You nasty little monster. Like that's what it feels like. It feels disgusting.

Yeah, it's yeah. Don't like he said, if you're going to go look at it, just be prepared. That's it's not pleasant to look at it all. But regardless, that's it. We're almost done with with hollow like that's that's the Halloween spookums of Ed Gein next week is going to be in Alex's hand. Take it away, Alex, for that. I'm excited to see what you bring to the table.

Oh, yeah. But thank you guys for coming along in this weird, creepy journey. My next set of series will be not so grim and not so gruesome. We'll do something more lighthearted. It'll be a lot more, a lot more enjoyable, a lot more laughs, I think. But we're off to go do Minnesota 69 on Patreon, everybody. Long awaited. Long. So if you want, you got to jump over to Patreon, patreon.com slash

Illuminati pod, we're going to go. The switch we just flipped right there. I know. There's like what? Dark episode next up 69 jokes. If you want a pallet cleanser, head on over to the Patreon. We've got a mini. So we're waiting over there for you.

We'll clean your palate. Yeah, we'll clean your head. Nice and nice and clean. All right. I know I don't want to make an Ed Gein joke off that. I'm just going to end it. Thanks for listening, everybody. Goodbye, Mr. Gein, Mr. Gein.

Anyway, I'm out. Me and my wife were sitting outside indulging on our porch one night, enjoying ourselves. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I stepped back inside. And after a few moments, I hear my wife go, holy shit, get out here. So I quickly dash back outside. She's looking up at the sky. I look up to there's a perfect line of dozen lights traveling across the sky.