Morbid - Episode 641: Listener Tales 94

Episode Date: January 30, 2025

Weirdos! We're giving you a fresh batch of listener tales brought TO you, BY you, FOR you, FROM you, and ALLLLL about you!Today we have ghostly peaches, possessed dogs (question mark?), dolls in a wall, and someone who is plagued with terrible promotions! Don't forget to check out the VIDEO from this episode available on YouTube on 1/30/2025!If you’ve got a listener tale please send it on over to [e-mail] with “Listener Tales” somewhere in the subject line :)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hey weirdos, it's Ash. Before we dive into today's twisted tale, let me tell you about the spooky perks of Wondery+. It's like having a skeleton key that unlocks ad-free listening and early access to new episodes. So don't wait, try Wondery Plus today. You can join Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or in Apple Podcasts or Spotify. You're listening to a Morbid Network podcast. Hey, weirdos. I'm Alina. I'm Ash. And this is Marvin. It's Marvin. We're ourselves again, honey. I don't know why're ourselves again, honey.

I don't know why we went there, but it felt right. We tried a transatlantic thing, I think, almost. It's like when we did the bob haired bandit and I tried so hard to be transatlanticism and I just wasn't. Transatlanticism. You know, Death Cap for Cutie. We did a whole thing. Yeah.

You know what? Before TikTok goes away, we might as well start with just nonsense. It's Atlanticism. You know, Death Cap for Cutie. We did a whole thing. Yeah. You know what? Before TikTok goes away, we might as well start with just nonsense. Insert a whomp, whomp, whomp. Before TikTok goes away, there's this comedian on there. Her name is Carissa. And I want to find her full name, Carissa. Her whole act is she's like this, something darling is her name. And she does this, like, she does crowd work

in a transatlantic accent in full like gown. And she's just like, what's your name, darling? Like, it's just like, it's really good. And she does the whole act like that. That was good. And she's fucking hilarious. So, go find her. Go find her and find out where she goes.

I'm gonna find her on there while we continue because so I can shout her out. I'm not fully convinced that TikTok's going anywhere. I don't think anybody really is. And if it is, I'll be like a little bit sad for probably like two days. And then I'll be like, wow, look at all this stuff I completed in my free time.

Yeah, right? Because it eats up a lot of my time. It's true. So I don't think it's that bad of a thing in that scenario. No, but I do feel bad for like creators who have made like a living on there and everything. Well, that's the thing.

It's been around for how many years and it's like when you've made a living off of this. It's like your actual job. Yeah. Like our girl, Isabelle. Oh, our girl, Isabelle. I don't know what I'm gonna do without Isabelle. Isabelle, Annalee.

Annalee. Tyler. Micaela. Micaela. What am I gonna do when I can't go to Pato? Like we can't go to Pato. I'm gonna going to do when I can't go to Pato? I'm going to be so sad when I can't go to Pato. It's Carissa Hendricks, by the way. Carissa Hendricks.

Let me see. Go find her. She's so pretty. She just like roasts people, but in the most classy way. That's my dream job. I love her. We kind of do that, actually. She's really funny, so just go find her anywhere.

I don't know. Find that girl. Find that girl, Carissa Hendrix. But yeah, I don't know. We just went with a 20s theme today. Yeah, just kind of I don't even know whose idea this was. Maybe it was Mike. Mikey, was this your idea? You mentioned it during the Bob Hatter Band, I think. Boom Nerdist. Boom Nerdist. Boom Nerdist. Speaking of like actual regular episodes, this is an actual episode, but it's listener tales. So we are going to put out Rodney part two, Rodney Alcala part two on Monday.

If you're watching this, it's probably like Thursday or like this came out on a Thursday. So we just wanted to have like a little breather after part one. Quick little palate cleanse. Yeah, we're gonna get into some gnarly shit in parts two and three. So this is like your little send off into that, which is nice. Yeah. Yeah,

we love it. Yeah, I picked the tails today. They are, there's like sort of a theme, I guess. I feel like there's a theme, but without a theme. Yeah, I did. The vibes are right. I looked for like, I searched the word Gatsby. I searched the creepy doll. And speak easy. I like that. Yeah, all things that, you know, felt like of the time. And even if they're not, it makes sense. Yeah, also I want to wear these gloves every day.

As you should. Also, I had something really cool happen before this and I'm having trouble concentrating and I can't say what it is yet, but it's awesome. It is, it's really cool. I just had to say that. We can't say too much because I feel, I give things away so easily, like with my face

and like even like one, I'll say one thing and people are like, I know exactly what you're saying. And I'm like, I was really trying to be, I was trying to be undercover there. Trying to be coy. I could never be a narc. No. Or well, I guess. I could never be a narc. No. Well, I guess maybe you would. Maybe I'd be a good narc. You just wouldn't be a good undercover. You couldn't be

like an informant. No. No. Oh my god. I think about that a lot. I think about that a lot. We do like cases where somebody wears a wire. I'm like, I was, I won't say who it is, but remember the time we had to go to a funeral together and we couldn't stop laughing because I just can't handle emotions. No, nothing was funny. It was actually very sad. But we were sat together in a church pew,

if you can fucking picture that. And we just couldn't stop laughing. We couldn't. And my grandpa gave a eulogy and it was so Boston. It's true, it was super bossy. The great guy. Great guy. We were like, oh God.

The greatest guy. I freaking loved that guy. But yeah, I can't. Anytime to process an emotion, I laugh or smile. And I often have to say, I'm not finding this funny. I am upset. I have to tell people, I'm upset, I promise. That's your tism too.

It is, it's very much it's part of that. And so I don't, it's just, so this is the only way I know how to process anything. So I'm just gonna maniacally laugh for, which this is a good thing, so it makes sense. Do you wanna go first? Do you think that will be helpful? Yeah, I'll go first.

Okay, I think that sounds good. Dive in. Cause I'm so happy. Oh, G Morbid, she's about to dive in everybody. I'm about to dive in. There it is. Oh, that was really good. Alicia?

That was good. Is she here? Aler? We need like a little like seance table in front of us, which I feel like we're dressed for. Oh yeah, you're table tipping. I feel like something about the green is giving very Madame Leota. Oh, I love that're actually I feel like something by the green is giving very

madam leota. Oh I love that. Is it leona or leota? It's whatever you want it to be. This is your show. It can be what you want it to be. Like Trixie and Cotty say. And not yours. Exactly so you can make it whatever you want. I wish we took that tagline. I know. Like I wish we thought of it. That's a great tag. Very better. Like I wish we stole that. I wish we could steal it. That's a great time. I'd very better. Like I wish we stole that from them. I wish we could steal it. No, I love them. So should I do the time a ghost shoved peaches up my nose? Yeah, that one's really funny actually. Just nose, I said nosed, I'm not really sure.

I didn't even hear that you said nose. You say whatever you wanna say. I will, cause it's my show. And not yours. Just kidding. All right, so let's get to this. All right. Hi there, spooky gals.

Hi. My name is Jessie. Okay, I was making sure I could use it. I can use it. Hi there, spooky gals. Hi. My name is Jessie. Okay, I was making sure I could use it. I can use it. I don't mind if you use it. I appreciate you ladies and whatnot. I would say all the mushy stuff, but I'm not good at that.

Neither is this one. Me neither. I'm the mushiest, bushiest. So I'll just say, you love us. You love us. I love you. In fact, I had to say something really mushy to John the other night.

You did? I had like a moment, youhy to John the other night. You did? I had like a moment, you know how you get that moment of feeling like overwhelmingly appreciative? Yeah, like you're just like, wow, you're so lovely. Yeah. And I get to hang with you forever. Yeah. And so I had all these like emotions about it

and he happened to be upstairs doing something. So I texted him and I literally said, I don't know how to do this in person, so deal with it. And he was like, that first part of the text had me dying. Also 18 years into marriage, I don't really know how to tell you how much I love you, so deal with it. So deal with it, I'm gonna text it to you.

But he was like, he literally was like, I'm dying. You're unreal. Sorry, I had a little piece of hair, and like just like one piece of hair. Oh, that happens to me a lot. There it is, I got it. Sorry, just didn't want you to yell at me for touching my face.

No, don't worry, it's cool. So it says, insert bunches of mush here, LOL. Honestly, that's essentially what I did to John the other day. I love that you did. You guys are the best, and get what I mean. I do, I love you, I appreciate you, I respect you. I previously sent this tale in, but after rereading it, due to my BFF Alyssa, you can

use her name. Thank you, because I used it. Who also loves morbid, by the way. Thank you, Alyssa. Alyssa told me I severely spelled Ottoman wrong. I mean, that happens. I would have done that too. I don't spell things correct.

I realized that in an effort to stay on topic and not get distracted a million times like I tend to do, that my tail was actually pretty short and needed more zest. Oh, I love zest. We love zest, darling. We're going for the zest. However, if you want a quick one, then feel free to use the original version.

I'm not picky. I want this one. Yeehaw, let's get into it. I'm from Florida, hence my yeehaw. I was wondering. Yeehaw, anywho, I'm a full-time dog nanny. That's awesome. Another dream job. That I could handle. That's a fucking great job. Yeah. I could do that. My IBS could definitely take that. And they said, yes, you could call it a pet sitter, but dog nanny

sounds way cooler. I like dog nanny. I agree. Dog nanny. Yeah. A nanny for dogs. Yeah. For context, back in the day, I used to groom dogs full time and give them snazzy haircuts. Shout out to Ash, I know it's not the same, but still, we were both some sort of hair stylists. It's also probably better because dogs can't talk. Yeah, and you gotta make those dogs look fresh. So it makes sense. One thing I'm gonna miss about TikTok is watching dog grooming videos. When they make them look like little teddy bears.

Little teddy bears. Little teddy bears and they put the little bows on their hair? Oh I love it. I love that. Back then I didn't dog nanny much since I was focused on being a dog barber, but there was a family with two dogs that I have always made time to nanny for, and I have claimed the dogs as my own since then. I would do that too. I visit them three to five times a week.

I'd like to think if the doggies were to become parentless for whatever reason that they would come live with me over anyone else in the family. I love how dark that thought is. If their entire family died, I feel like I would get custody of them. I feel like if for some reason their parents just weren't here anymore, that I would get those dogs. If they just like vanished off the entire earth. I love your mind. Yeah, it's good. I've had dogs written to me in people's wills. That's like high praise. That's the highest of praise, like truly. Are you leaving me and your dogs? Damn. You gotta, I mean, I trust you with them for sure, but I wouldn't

want to disrupt your cats. That's because I care about those cats. Yeah, thank you. I care about those dogs. We'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Off camera. That's because I care about those cats. Yeah, thank you. I care about those dogs. We'll figure it out later. We'll figure it out. Off the camera. It's cool. She's not going anywhere. Yeah, you know, let's hope they stay alive because while I want all the dogs in the world, I already have two amazing fur babies of my own. And if I end up with more, I may need to get a bigger house. Yeah. Well, already for the first few years, the family mentioned above lived in a beautiful, safe feeling house. Well, not anymore. Last year they moved.

The pet parent, as I like to call it, had mentioned that her mother, who previously owned the home, left behind some antique items such as vintage mirrors, figurines, and the scariest dolls you have ever seen. All throughout the house. Plus, the house is covered in old- timey wallpaper, which isn't super relevant other than the spooky oaky vibes. Which isn't super relevant, but spooky oaky. I love like vintagey wallpaper.

In fact, there's a wallpaper man at my house right now, figuring out how much wallpaper I need to order. Which is really bad ass. I'm so excited. It makes me want to order so much wallpaper. I love that. Flash forward to the first time I had a slumber party

with the dogs there. There was a double closet in the room I was staying in. I was hearing sounds from one side of the closet throughout the night, kind of like a tapping or soft banging noise. I'm a scaredy cat in general, so this was a huge nope for me. I opened that side of the closet only to find creepy dolls in rocking chairs, specifically doll-sized rocking chairs. You said in rocking chairs. Specifically, doll-sized rocking chairs.

You said in rocking chairs or and rocking chairs? In rocking chairs. I just pictured like dolls on one side, multiple rocking chairs on the other. And these are dolls in their doll-sized rocking chairs. Just tiny rocking chairs. Ready? I'm gonna look at every camera and say no.

No, no, no. That's not even my camera, but I'm gonna look at it and say no. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Not up in here. No. It reminds me of Ma. I love that bitch. I love that bitch so much. I too love that bitch. But at home in one of our hallways, Ma had, I'm not shitting your dicks, guys. She had three like big, like three, three story cases. Yeah. Of dolls. Yeah. And let me tell you, when you're like sneaking home at night after like a little. The dolls, you sneak home at night, fully sober, you walk up the stairs in the daytime at that house, fully sober.

They're going to eat you. The dolls. They're coming at you. They're staring at you. Oh, and I had to walk past every case to get to my room. I think that's why. So obviously I grew up in that house. Yeah.

I grew up with those dolls. Yeah, that's your mom. I am not freaked out by dolls. And I think it's because I spent my entire formative years being exposed to those dolls being in my life at all times. I spent a lot of time being exposed to those dolls too and I hate them. I mean, I don't know what it did because I think I'm just so used to them.

I was used to her getting dolls for different like holidays. I think there's a puppy crying. There is a puppy crying. She wants to say hello. She said, you're talking about doggies and I'm a dog. Hello. That's definitely a Blanche.

That's definitely a Blanche. She said, I like the 1920s. My name's Blanche. Should I wear a dress? But yeah, I'm not freaked out by dolls. Dolls don't freak me out in general. Obviously a scary doll, a fucking Annabelle or something like that is gonna give me the willies.

But dolls in general, I'm just kind of like, OK, the word doll is losing all meaning. Doll doll. Now I'm just thinking Roald Dahl. Yeah. But yeah, I don't like dolls. What a journey that went on. That's the inside of my brain for you. Now I'm thinking Roald Dahl. And you know what? James and the Giant Peach.

Peaches, peaches, but the giant peaches Roald Dahl, right? Is. Yeah. Oh, I thought you said James and the giant peach is a real doll, right? Is, yeah, oh, I thought you said James and the giant peach is a real doll, right? And I said, did you see the math going on? Yeah, it's a real doll. Yeah, we're here. No, it is, we're here. We're here with you.

We're here and we're getting back into the story. Yeah, it connects, it connects. With peaches here. At first though, again, I misunderstood you. We're not getting back into it. I thought you said roll call. It connects. With Peaches here. At first though, again, I misunderstood you. We're not getting back into it. I thought you said roll call. Roll call. Mikey?

Present. I'm still Big Red. Yes! All right, here we are. I love it. After that, the closet kept opening by itself overnight. No. I would go to sleep only to wake up with it being open and seeing the creepy dolls staring into my mother freaking soul

My sister who doesn't believe in ghosts told me to compliment the dolls and ask them to chill Which I think she believes in ghosts then she does cuz she's like you better make sure I'd be nice to them So they don't eat your soul. She said which I did I told them they were very pretty but were freaking me out Not sure if it helped though or if you're supposed to talk to spooky dolls in general. Oops. After this, it went on for days, to the point that I needed my boyfriend, a complete skeptic, to come stay with me out of fear.

He didn't believe any of it. The closet had those accordion type doors that scrunch open. He put an ottoman, or ottoman, whatever one. However you spell it. Footrest thingy. I sure don't know how to spell it and still can't figure it out. Alyssa thought I was trying to spell abdomen. Abdomen. That's what I thought when I first read this tale. I think it's O-T-T-O-M-A-N. That's what I thought. Because I think it's Ottoman. Or is that like Ottoman Empire? Who's that? Who the fuck is... Who's that? That's like, who the fuck is, who's empire?

It's a time period. Oh, who knew? Which one? The Ottoman Empire. When was that? I can't tell. I will claim ignorance on that. I don't know what time period it was.

There's also a Vampire Weekend song that played at our wedding called Ottoman. I like that song. It was our cake cutting song. It was. Mine was, uh, oh, finish. Yeah, oh, finish. Sorry, I don't have to do it.

No, you go ahead. Mine was, I wanna be loved by you just you and nobody else but you. I feel like we're unhinged today. We are. I am feeling like I am in orbit right now. Technically, I think aren't we all in orbit? We are sober as a judge as always and I am in orbit. Yeah. Yeah. Orbit. Orbeat. I'm in space. Oh, the auto- Ottoman Empire.

Oh, I thought you said, no, no, I did think you said empire. Yeah, I did actually. It was insane. Oh, the Ottoman Empire was an absolute and constitutional monarchy that ruled over a large area of... Oh, I remember this. It's in like the very low numbers. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The 14th. Well, the 14th century to the early 20th century, though. I don't know a lot about it. I will not claim to.

It's also known as the Turkish Empire, I've heard of that. There you go. Okay. You know? All right, so he put an Ottoman, not the Empire, but the footrest thingy, in front of the closet, so I would feel safe and would know that the closet wouldn't be able to open.

Well, there you go. Joke's on him because the next morning, the other side of the closet was open. He asked if I had done it, to which I said, no! Uh-uh. No, sir. No, no, boyfriend. No, sir, I told you this place was open. He asked if I had done it, to which I said, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no bedroom to which I gladly accepted. Yes please. There were no creepy dolls but a few odd things. There was an exterior house light right outside the window that would turn on and off throughout the night. I figured it was a sensor issue or at least that's what I tried to convince myself. The bathroom would randomly make weird noises like weird gurgle noises that sounded like they were coming from the ceiling. That's the ghost of me. Just gurgling up in the ceiling. Yes. That was me a second ago. Yeah did you guys see that?

My stomach was like, we got to like, I don't even know if we'll need to, but we need to see if we can like amplify that. Yeah, because I'm hungry. Me too. Maybe just another house issue. The flipping wall made weird banging noises off and on too, but I had to pretend it was all just a coincidence anyways, because duh, it's better to avoid problems.

And it really is. But then throughout the night and only at nighttime, I would get an aggressive smell of peach in my nose. That's nice. That is really nice. I'll take that. At first, when I was reading it, I thought you were going to say pea. Pea wouldn't be great.

Like urine. Urine. Urine, but peaches? Peaches, I'll take. I'm into it. Yeah. Not like an aroma in the room, but like all the way up my nose. How rude. That is a little bit rude. It was as if somebody actually shoved

an entire ripe peach up my nostril. No thanks, ghostie. Maybe the dogs were farting and whoever in the afterlife felt bad and they were like, you shouldn't smell that because you're so sweet and you take care of these dogs. I said, here's some peaches. Take some peaches. Millions of peaches. Peaches for free. Up in your nose. Being an actual royal is never about finding your happy ending. But the worst part is, if they step out of line or fall in love with the wrong person, it changes the course of history.

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I searched for outlets with air fresheners and didn't find anything. It kept occurring the whole stay, only at random creepy times at night. At this point I decided there was only one logical option. I had to accept that the ghosts really wanted me to know that they smelt good, because what else am I going to do? I'm stuck here for two weeks. I told the ghostie that I was just there to take care of the pups and asked it to chillax a little so that we could be, you know, buddies.

Fair. Not sure that helped either since those occurrences kept happening over the two weeks. It's safe to say that I was a little bit sleep deprived, but Peach Ghostie never harmed me, so we're on good terms now. Yeah, I would say so. Anyways, I've avoided the creepy dolls at all costs since, like I said, I befriended my peachy ghost friend. Maybe.

I'm spending another week at the house now, so maybe I'll have more ghostly encounters. Keep it weird, but not so weird that ghosts shove very fragrant peaches up your nose. Attaching pictures of the cute puppies just for fun below, as well as scary dolls. Also, going to add my personal fur babies because I love them so, so, so much. I could just melt. Thanks for everything. You guys really are the best. So are you. I love you. Those are scary dolls. Also that scary ship captain doll is a little, little much. Oh, your pupper to wait. I need to look at this. Look at them. Oh, one of them is literally smiling. Shut up. Oh God. I love pupper. Wait, I want to see the cat. What the fuck? I love pupper.

I love pupper tins. Wait, I want to see the cat. What the fuck? I love pupper tins. Oh, yeah. I don't like the captain. It's like a ship captain statue. Yeah. I don't know about that. Jessie. I love it. I love you. I love Alyssa. I love Ottomans. I love it all. We're in orbit. All right. We're in orbit. She's not okay. I'm not okay. I'm going to read Listener Tale. Was my dog possessed? Yes. Maybe the theme is dogs. The answer is yes. The theme is fur babies. I literally picked this Listener Tale because you are so gorge and so is your partner and so are your dogs. I showed it to you already. Oh, that picture? Yeah. That's literally, I was like, wow. And I was like, pick that. And then I said, I want to look like you in my next life. It's true. She did. All right. So this listener tale,

I think I can say your name. It's hot mess pooches. And it says, Hey, ladies, I fucking love y'all. I fucking love you. This is long as fuck. Some of it's ADHD ramble, but oh, well, cool. We just did that for about 42 minutes. Yeah. Tale number one. And you're still here. I did the double space, large font, put a foot because I'm old and did not wear my glasses while typing this because that would have been the smart thing to do. I've attached a story about the time I think my dog was possessed with a side story about how my uncle

was not the Circleville letter writer and how I almost got married in the Rampart Street murder house. My life is fucking weird. Feel free to use my first name. My last name may sound familiar. And the first name is Natalie. Natalie.

Oh, there it is. I was like, I literally went like this, waiting for, I was like, do it. Natalie. I like, what's the, oh, is it Sue Ann? Jo Ann. Jo Ann. That's my favorite one, she does, Jo Ann. I love that.

Hold on, now I need water. Jo Ann. I can't do it, because I'll start coughing forever. I know it hurts a little bit. All right. My name is Natalie. Feel free to use my name and any other names in my story. We'll do Natalie.

We'll do Natalie. Hold on, fuck. M. Oh, man. I don't remember exactly when I started listening to you because what the fuck is time anymore, but I will say. Agreed. You two have kept me company as I transported rescue dogs all over the country for the last

few years. Oh my goodness. Your podcast has helped me keep my eyes peeled as I travel thousands of miles, often only accompanied by dogs. You two have taught me a ton of lessons that have probably saved my ass. Fresh air is for dead people. And have helped validate my true disdain for humans. I love that.

That's what we're here for. People are gonna people and you should know that. Sometimes they people goods, most of the time they people bad. And that's why we disdain them. I like using disdain as a verb. I've been meaning to write for a while, but as the director of a nonprofit dog rescue, bitch, can you get any cooler?

I hope you mentioned what it is because I'll say it. Yeah. Anytime I would sit down and start typing, I would give into exhaustion and find myself falling asleep at my keyboard. I understand that. A recent car accident. I'm sorry. Finally forced me to slow down and gave me the time to write to tell you how long I've been trying to get a listener tilt into you, the

case I was going to write to you about originally was actually covered in 2022, episode 328, the Circleville Letter Writer. That was one of my favorite episodes to do. That's a wild one. That's a really interesting case. This case is what sparked my interest in true crime. Why, you may ask? Why? All right, I looked it up and I think it's fresh hour. So Paul fresh hour was my uncle. Some of my very first memories include visiting him in prison when I was just a young. Whoa, when the unsolved mysteries episode about the case came out, my dad sat me down and we watched

together. My family didn't talk about the case very often, but none of us believed that my uncle Paul was capable of attempted murder. You remember that? Yeah. He ended up getting put away in prison for like 10 years. Damn, and that's your uncle. And I wasn't so sure about that either. Yeah. He was actually the person. This man would have given you the shirt off his back and was the first to ask how many dogs, how my dogs were at my family gatherings. When he was found unresponsive in his car after the heart attack that eventually took his life, his trusty toy poodle Tommy was by his side. Oh, Tommy. Tommy, the toy poodle. I want a poodle. My dad? What? That was just like felt like an intrusive thought. You were like, I want a poodle. Kind of. My dad. That's one of those like, must have poodle. I need a poodle.

poodle. I need a poodle. Nick Tommy. Oh my god. My dad was one of seven children and my uncle Paul was my favorite after my dad. I truly believe Karen Sue, his ex-wife, set him up. Paul served 10 years in prison to protect his son who was roped into the setup by his mom. Yes, Paul was absolutely the kind of person who would give up his own freedom for those he loved. Unfortunately, Karen Sue passed away last month and has taken her secret to the grave. But that's not what this listener tale is about, so I'm going to give you a short backstory without rambling, but I'm not going to make any promises because ADHD. I grew up going to my dad's house in Columbus, Ohio and my mom's house just outside of Houston, Texas. For those of you who do not know, New Orleans is a mere five hours from Houston if your mom drives like a bat out of hell.

That's crazy. I know, I didn't realize that. Geography. I was gonna say gography. Gography. Back in 2002, back in 2002, I was a pretty angsty teen. Spoiler alert, I am now a full-fledged misanthropic eldergolf.

Oh, everything you're saying, I'm just like, yep. Yeah. As soon as I read this, I said, you speak to like me in a certain way, but you really speak to Elena. When you just said 2002, you were just an angsty teen. I'm like, yep. Yeah. I was five. Yeah. It sounds like a thunderstorm. Yeah. You're 15. You can hear it. Cool. Guys, I'm hungry. She hungry. I'm hungry. She hungry.

I'm hungry for your tails. All right. So, Miss Anthropic Eldergoth and learned that my favorite musician lived close enough to talk my alcoholic mother into weekend trips to the Crescent City. She would drink and gamble while I would roam the streets with friends, hoping to run into the dark lord of industrial music himself. Do you know who that is? The Trent Reznor?

Is that he's Ninh, right? Yeah. He's NIN. I just, I don't know. I'm just the dark lord of industrial music just makes me think of Trent Reznor. Yeah, I could see that. But am I right? I don't think it ends up saying. The city immediately owned a piece of my soul. If you have never been to Nolans, it's not

like any other city you will ever visit. I could go on and on about the food, the jazz, the drinks, the art, the history, the best bar down the alleyway you'll miss if you blink, the tarot card readers in Jackson Square, or the speakeasy that the vampire sent you to above the unassuming Bourbon Street bar. That sounds fucking awesome. Yeah, it does. It's almost like an alternate universe. And if you are sensitive, the energy will keep you coming back. It's like a drug if you're a weirdo who has never felt like you have had and had a home anywhere else Oh, I love that beautifully said but made me sad that really is really but you know what you got now ones

I got now ones as an adult I make any excuse to visit and will often wrap up but wrap up my dog transport trips with a stop in my favorite city to decompress That is one of the strangest sites I have ever seen was the French quarter. Yes. Yeah. One of the strangest sites I've ever seen was the French quarter, late spring, 2020. My boyfriend at the time had never been to New Orleans.

And so I thought we would stop on our way back to Texas from the Midwest. It was a literal ghost town, plenty of souls, but very few were living. Ooh, I like that. You're like very poetic. You are very poetic. We were able to walk through the middle of the street with our dogs as I gave him a tour of the quarter, passing by maybe three or four humans along the way. It was surreal, but the energy of the city I love just wasn't there. A few months later, the city had started to open back up, so we decided to visit again. I wanted to show my now boyfriend the city I have obsessed over since I was a teen. We will call my ex Jeff, mostly because that's his name.

And he will probably shit his pants if he hears y'all tell this story. Hell yeah, Jeff. I love mostly because that's his name. That's a great reason to call him that. It is. It's the perfect reason. We found an amazing deal on a dog-friendly historic hotel right in the French Quarter, so we decided to treat ourselves after another 2,000 mile trip moving dogs to homes and partner rescues Midwest.

That's amazing. I know. I always travel with a few of my own personal dogs because I have separation anxiety, so a long walk around the French Quarter was the first thing we did. This is where I mentioned that I'm also a professional dog trainer and behavior specialist. My dogs have traveled with me all over the country and are used to staying in hotels. After a long walk around the French Quarter, we checked into our hotel, unloaded our bags, and set up dog crates in our room. We made plans to have dinner and join a haunted history walking tour. I want to do that so bad. I want to do that right now. Let's book a trip.

Let's go a trip. Let's go. Jeff and I, Jeff, his real name, and I got the dog settled and walked out the hotel room to head to dinner. I always wait outside the hotel room door to listen for my dogs to settle, but this evening that didn't happen.

Atticus, I love that. Atticus, I love that. Wait until you hear the next name. My most behaved deaf boy was scratching at the door and his deaf adopted sister, Dita Von Flees. Atticus and Dita Von Flees. Dita Von Flees is the best dog name in the history of dog names.

Hands down. Like nobody else name your dog again. That beats Kevin. Way better than Kevin. That beats Kevin. Valentina! Kevin! The best. Dita Von Flees. But Dita Von Flees was crying in her crate. Oh no! We figured they just hadn't had

enough time out after a long trip and decided to take them to dinner and on the walking tour with us. I'm attaching a photo of myself with the three dogs who were with us on the trip. Lilith, Dita, and Atticus. And Lilith. My tattoo's name is Lilith. Shut up. The witch. I love her. Now, an evening of perusing the French Quarter in August may seem like a lot for most dogs, but these are young Dalmatians and they're fucking adorable. Oh my god, they're stupid cute. They were literally bred for running miles upon miles. We had dinner outside next to Jackson Square, which is now full of artists, street performers, and psychics, but was once where the city held their executions. I scanned the square for my favorite tarot card reader, but I didn't see her.

I'd been drawn to her several years prior because of the wolves on her altar cloths. My readings would often end with a discussion about our dogs, and something she said, something she had said has stuck with me. Dogs with, I think it's heterochromia, I think. It's the eye thing. Two different colored eyes. Can see the living and the dead. Oh, I fucking love that. For some reason, it gives me like Game of Thrones, White Walkers vibes. Oh my, like dire wolves. Like, oh, I fucking love that idea. Yeah, specifically, they can see the living with their dark eye and the dead with their light eye, which I think is so fucking cool. I'm obsessed with that idea. Yeah, specifically, they can see the living with their dark eye and the dead with their light eye, which I think is so fucking cool. I'm obsessed with that idea. Yeah. Oh, I love that.

Well, on this trip, we didn't have any dogs with heterochromia, but Dita's eyes are both ice blue. And I wanted to see what she would say about that, which that's probably like rare for a domination. Yeah, I would think so. Usually they have dark eyes, right? I think so. Yeah. We finished our dinner and spent the rest of our evenings on a haunted history tour through the French Quarter. There were locations where the dogs seemed to be bothered by something and they definitely tried pulling us across the street upon approaching the LaLaurie mansion. But otherwise it was a normal long walk. We went back to the hotel and settled for the night as we were all finally exhausted. Then, at 3am, Jeff woke me up, telling me he thinks Deet is having a seizure. I come launch myself out of bed and see her crate rocking back and forth. He throws open the door and tries

to grab her, and she sinks her teeth into his hand before shooting out of her crate and under the bedside table across the room. She was howling like I've never seen a dog howl before. I reached for her and her teeth sank into my hand as she urinated. At this point, I'm sure everyone in the hotel has heard her howls despite trying to calm her. Her ice blue eyes locked in on the window curtains that went from the ceiling to the floor. She launched herself across the room one more time and attempted to climb up the curtains. She was in such a frenzy, I feared that she would hit the glass with such force that she would yeet herself out the window and down

three stories to, I think, Decouter Street? After what seemed like a half hour, Dita finally exhausted herself and retreated back into her crate. Jeff and I thought for sure we would be asked to leave the hotel, but no knock came or call. The next morning when we checked out, no one mentioned a thing. Dita had never had an episode like this before, and four years later, she has not had another one like it, nor have I seen anything like it with any other dog. Was my dog possessed?

Could she see the dead? Or is she just a nutty Dalmatian? I can go on with possessed. I think possessed. Especially the fact that they were kind of like acting strange while you were on the fact that they were kind of acting strange while you were on the walking tour and out of character. I tried doing research on the hotel we stayed at,

but I didn't find anything particularly damning. The whole French Quarter is haunted if you ask me. And if you don't believe in that sort of thing, there are plenty of vampires, witches, and voodoo practitioners who may tickle your fancy there instead. That's so fucking cool. Side note, many years ago I was engaged,

like any good golf. I planned to get married in New Orleans. Hell yeah. I found a little museum on Rampart Street where we could have a small ceremony in celebration. My ex-fiance's mom was outraged when she found out that I had put the deposit down on the Rampart Street murder house, the Zack and Addie story.

Oh my goodness. Yeah, I didn't realize I would have been getting dressed for my wedding in the same space where Zach had dismembered his girlfriend Addie before jumping to his death. I didn't make the connection. Oh my god. I didn't make the connection until after enduring her outrage. Two weeks prior to the wedding on Friday October 13th my father had a massive stroke causing us to call off the wedding. Long story short, had I gone through my wedding, I don't think I would be here today. I have absolute chills.

I hadn't read that part earlier, I just read the dog part. Whoa. Wow. Whoa. Wow. Holy shit. Some kind of an intervention happened. Yeah, I don't know what happened there, but damn. That's crazy. I'm glad that you're here.

Yeah. And I'm glad that that didn't happen. Glad that that didn't happen and I'm sorry that you had to endure what you did. Yeah, holy shit. I'm adding a better pick of Deedavon Fleas and some more of my dogs, as well as a pick of the love of my life, Salem.

That's who that is in the picture. And you guys together are absolutely gorge-o-a. Yeah, literally a work of art. I picked the tail because I said I literally want to look like this woman in my next life. She literally did. Like, art was. Like, she did. Hand to whoever. Me, honor. I'm not a scout, so. I thought you were talking about a judge or something. And I was like, I think it's your honor. You were like, excuse me. I was like, did you break? What happened? I'd understand it because you're all excited and stuff. I thought you

guys would appreciate that my future husband named himself after a sassy black cat, not the town or the witch trials. I'm obsessed. I'm obsessed. Anywho, keep it weird. We will and we know that you will. That's fucking awesome. Even on an off day, she looks like this. You're absurdly gorge. Beautiful and just radiate nice good energy. You're a work of art. And you and Salem are just the cutest couple I've ever seen in my life. Oh my God, you guys are just stupid gorgeous. And the dogs. Wait, I gotta show you the picture of Dita.

Look at Dita. Oh, Dita, look at her eyes. She does have beautiful ice blue eyes. They're like almost white. They're so blue. They're gorgeous. Crazy. All right, let's see.

Should I do Creepy Doll Listener Tale, another one? That's a good one. So this one's called Creepy Doll Listener's Tale. This one's so good. Hi, weirdos, my name is Angelica. Yes, like the Rugrats, you can use my name. If you decide to pick this tale to read on the podcast, I will simply pass away.

RIP. Wow. That's like a normal thing to say to that, but like, I feel like we did the same inflection too. We did. It got out of my head. Damn. I've been a fan of for about a year and the first episodes I listened to were your Albert Fish ones. What a way to start. Baby, you stuck around after that? Damn. Yeah, for real. Damn, I almost left after that. I tried and they said you're contracted. They said no. We both said, okay, that was it. I listened to it at the gym and was cackling at all your jokes so hard that my husband

stopped his workout and wanted to know what I was listening to. When I told him this podcast about Albert Fish, he looked horrified. He said qualm? When I reassured him it was funny, not because of what he did, but because of your guys' absolute roast of this man.

We do be good at that. He understood and became interested in the podcast. Side note, I'm not a huge true crime junkie, since I already know how horrendous people can be and it makes me sad. Same. Same. Shout out to my fellow social workers.

Oh yeah, you definitely know how horrible people can be. But I did take a serial killers course in Creeki Community College and learned a lot about them. It was interesting to say the least. However, I'm more impressed with y'all's interpretations and retellings. I've learned so much that I think I may have to scrub

my brain clean and start fresh, but like in a good way, cause I love you. Yeah, I try to do that a lot too. Yeah, I'll shut the fuck up now, but please know I absolutely adore you both and thank you for always making me laugh and for keeping it weird. This year has been a rough one and I'm only 25.

And what year was this? 25 was one of my worst years. Oh, it was 2024. So yeah, it was a shitty year. And I'm only 25, seriously. If things keep on this trajectory, I'm not sure I'll make it very far. You will. Please, yeah.

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Neither of you reacted to that. Like, am I Dina Von Fleece? What the fuck? Mom? Not her, never mind. She's like an old man Muppet. An old man Muppet. Marley and Marley. Marley and Marley. That's a banger.

I didn't like the Muppets for a long time. Come at me, bro. Confession time. I know. My mother-in-law was really pissed about it, but we watched the Muppet Christmas Carol. I was so pissed off. I was like, I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this.

I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I'm not gonna do this. I didn't like the Muppets for a long time. Come at me, bro. Confession time. I know, my mother-in-law was really pissed about it, but we watched the, what's it called? Muppet Christmas, Carol. I was so against watching it for a long time, and it's Drew's favorite movie, so I was like, I have to.

It slaps. It slaps. Michael Caine had no business going as hard as he goes in that movie. Everyone says that. I mean, he didn't. He is, he's top notch. Yeah, no, that's a good movie. Yeah, it's fucking awesome. I feel remiss. Yeah, right, as top notch. Yeah. No, that's a good movie. Yeah.

It's fucking awesome. I feel remiss. Yeah. Right? As you should. Anyway though, back to your story, 25 sucked balls. Yeah. 24 and 25 were fucking shit.

It's tough. 26 got better because I got engaged. And then 27 and 28 have been fun. So I think the closer that, I think 25 is like a hard point in life because you're like in the middle. Yeah. And I think friends is like a hard point in life because you're like in the middle. And I think friends get weird at that point in time. Yeah, and I think the closer you get to 30. Yeah.

When you get into your 30s, I feel like it starts being awesome. Coasting. Yeah, like I feel like the closer I got to 30, you figure it out more. And then I had my twins at 30. So it was like the beginning of like awesomeness, I think. I think the closer you get to like making your own family

or like even like, you know, getting married or anything like that and like choosing your own space, it's, you get happier. To me, my 20s are overrated. Yeah, I think they are too. To me, in my opinion, maybe your 20s are awesome. And like for that, you are lucky. I mean, good for you.

I haven't heard anyone ever say that. No, I've heard everybody be like, fuck my 20s. I think your 20s are just like a redo of your teens, but like with a little more information. Yeah. And then your 30s are like, wow, we gotta, we gotta reel it in. We gotta like overhaul this whole thing.

Yeah. So it's gonna be good. Yeah. So attached is a double space puttifa and word document in Times New Roman size 14 font documenting the time my dad found old dolls hidden inside of a wall. Damn. Uh, as in to the windows, to the walls.

I have attached photos as well for viewing viewing pleasure. I'm breaking again. Sorry in advance if they give you the creeps. They see, they seem to have that effect on people. I hope it's not too long and not too boring. Keep it weird and maybe don't look at these photos after dark much love Angelica Yeah, no, it brings um viewing displeasure, but like in a fun way. Yeah Also, the name of this listener tale is fucking top-notch

To the walls to the sweat drip down my dolls. Ah, yeet, yeet, yeet. It is to the windows, to the walls, to the sweat drip down my dolls. Love it. You're an icon. A little background may be helpful before we get into the story.

My father does home improvement and often has to demo houses. He gets to tear down walls, break shit, and have a good time doing it. That would also be a fun job. I literally paid to do that once. Yeah, it's called a rage room. Hell yeah, and I wanna do it again.

We should. During this process, sometimes he gets lucky and finds treasures. Let me tell you, rich people love to throw away perfectly good shit all the time. We got a $3,000 like new stove for our home because said rich people wanted to throw it in a dumpster. Damn. Why the fuck are you throwing out a perfectly good fucking stove?

Yeah, donate that shit. Anyway, my dad has found some great things along the way and usually passes these things to me. He's given me books, CDs, records, antiques, and housewares. On one occasion, he brought home 10 trash bags full of vintage clothing, including one deceased woman's wedding dress and her mother's wedding dress from the 1920s. That's why I picked this one. Was it mine? It wasn't. I'm not from the 1920s. It's like thrifting, but I don't need to do any work or spend any money. Well, my dad has many interesting stories and has one of the most chaotic lives I

know. This story is not really about him, although he would love it if it were. He would fill up an entire episode of Listener Tales just telling you about the past few years of his life. But alas, this is a story about the time my dad found a case of dolls inside of a wall. Yeah. My dad was demoing a house somewhere in Baltimore and had already been vacated. We know nothing of the previous owners. And the new owners had asked my dad to break down a few walls for a new project. Piece of cake. My dad does this all the time. As he's doing his thing, probably while listening to Bruce Springsteen, he could see something hidden inside the wall. My dad has seen a

lot of shit in his day, but nothing like this. He starts to rip away the wall and what he found shook him. It's a handmade case with a plexiglass front with some tiny creepy ass looking dolls inside. Each doll was zip tied to a wooden board with holes in it. Why? Of attached photos. Why? She has attached photos.

Isn't that the scariest shit you've ever seen? Why are they, they're zip tied like, like- By the neck. Yeah. Yeah. Isn't that the weirdest shit you ever seen? I don't like it. I don't love it. And they're all different little creepy dolls.

Like some of them are baby dolls. Yeah, wait till you find out what they are. I don't like these at all. Spooky ookie ookie. Holy shit, he just found that on a wall. Yeah, there's a lot going on there. I mean, they're kind of cute in a creepy way, right? No. Wrong. Wrong. Obviously, when my dad found these little fuckers, he thought,

what the fuck? My weird ass daughter will love this shit. That would be Puppa's reality. He would burn most of you. 100%. I sat in the living room with him as he recounted his tale. He was sure that they were haunted because why else were they buried in someone's wall? That's the thing. I thought they were a little creepy, but overall endearing. And I was more so curious of the origins of the dolls. Me too. I'm curious of the origins. I don't find them endearing though. I also found it interesting they were zip tied by their necks to the board. Same to keep them there for viewing or to contain

them from committing doll acts of evil. We will never know. I think the latter. Yeah, they've been zip tied and secured behind the plexiglass for as long as I've had them. And I would be lying if I said I was not at least a little bit scared of the idea of releasing them from their habitat and fear that they may be, maybe the case has been blessed or whatever. And opening it would unleash some little doll demons, just like in the movies. And I'm not about to be the dumb bitch who dies from her mistake. Good for you, man. See, if they, smart. If they do decide to one day become haunted, I like that they'll just be dormant and then they'll just become haunted someday.

They reserve that right. Oh, thank you. Y'all will absolutely be the first to know if I am still alive to tell the tale. Hell yeah, brother. Thank you. Hell yeah. That's an honor.

Brozier. That's an honor. It is. I also wanna share that we moved recently and the movers refused to move them to our new home. They were a little creeped out by them. That's an honor. Brozier. That's an honor. It is. I also wanna share that we moved recently and the movers refused to move them to our new home. They were a little creeped out by them. That's actually hilarious.

I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation. Like they just go in the other room and they're like, no dude, I'm not moving them. And the other one's like, I'm not touching it either. I'm not doing that. This is kind of part of what you're doing. Like, what are we supposed to tell them? Like we're supposed to be like.

And then they just go to you. We're supposed to be going to adults. Why are we touching the dolls? I'm not touching the dolls. Like I can hear it in my head. I guess so. Like I can hear it. I liked your bit.

I'm gonna write a whole script out. Alina's next book is just the movers conversation about the dolls. Now on my search to understand more, I came across a group on Facebook that is specifically for dolls and doll collecting. Oh shit. I just wanna say that those guys are on it

and very good at what they do. As soon as I post, shout out to that group. Hey, group. As a group, as soon as I posted the dolls, people went crazy and I had multiple offers in my inbox. Apparently these things are worth something besides just nightmares. From what I could gather,

the dolls inside are considered penny dolls. During World War II, soldiers would buy them for their children and bring them home to the US. They are rare and very sought after by doll lovers and collectors. The dolls likely have real human hair. Nothing. I don't wanna know where they got the hair

and hope to never find out given what was going on in the world during that time. That's exactly what I was thinking. Yeah, no, thank you. You can tell by looking at them that someone took great care to make the dolls as detailed as possible. Maybe the person who, I don't know, hid them in the walls, still very sus,

knew they were valuable and wanted to preserve them and keep them away from the sunlight. Or maybe they were fucking terrified of them. Yeah. But I don't, if I was so scared of something, I don't think I'd put it in my wall. No. So it can just like breed contempt for me in. But I don't, if I was so scared of something, I don't think I'd put it in my wall. No.

So it can just like breed contempt for me in there? I don't want that. Breed contempt. I don't want that. You are a writer. I do not want that. Maybe the original owner tried to get rid of them, but each time they threw them away, they reappeared on the person's doorstep,

like that creepy Ouija board in that one listener's tale. I hate that. I think that's what happened. So they put them in the wall. I'm not sure what the doll's origin story is, but I think we can all agree that hiding them in your wall is a bit strange. I think it's funny. I think it's kind of funny.

I think it's a practical joke. I think they were blessed because they were haunted and probably ruining the original owner's life. And they were told to put it in the wall so that they would never be found. Probably. And disturbed. And now they Probably and disturbed. And now they've been disturbed.

I feel like you if you don't want them to be disturbed, though, you'd like bury them in the backyard. But that's hard because there's a lot of them and it's big. Putting them in a wall is just like, hmm. Putting something in a wall is like tough, though. You got to like cut the wall. Well, that's the other thing. That's a lot. That's why a practical joke is that's pretty intense.

Oh, I will commit to a practical. I mean, same things. But how many people will do that? Pull, you know, let's see. Would you would you open your wall as a practical joke? I just thought of Jasper on TikTok when she's like, wants Buffalo chicken wings. Raise your hand. What was the first one? If you want, was it mozzarella sticks?

There's something like that going on. You want mozzarella sticks. Raise your hand. Buffalo chichin fingers. My dad gave these dolls to me when I was around 18 and I'm 25 now. I live with my husband, Cat and dog Luna, pictures attached.

I heard you guys were into that kind of thing. We are. We love animals. The dolls hang out in my basement because my husband is thoroughly freaked out by them, despite my attempts to reassure him. I would love to display them somewhere as a conversation piece, but that's unlikely to ever happen. Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to make them into a coffee table with the plexiglass being the top of it. That's a conversation. That is such a good idea. Do it. Tell your husband we sent you. It's two things, it's such a good idea and it's also something that like a weird couple

would propose to do on flea market flip. Yes, yeah, absolutely. Side note, I used to be super afraid of dolls when I was younger. I blame this on my aunt who decided to place her super realistic toddler doll in her hallway with a knife in its hand when I was a child. Yeah, that's her fault.

That's her fault. We'll fight her if you want. That's her fault. We can fight her. Yeah, a real knife from her kitchen. She got a kick out of that. Thankfully, I'm now a huge horror fan and love everything spooky and scary.

And funny enough, I fucking love dolls now. Really? The only thing that can truly terrify me are giants. And I am betting and pray whoever will fucking listen to whoever will fucking listen that they are not real. I also don't like giant things. You don't, she doesn't like giants. You don't like giant things.

Or giants. Like I don't want like, like I mean like, you know, the ogre sort of. Yeah. Like the earth giants from Frozen. That would scare the shit out of me. Yeah, that would be fucked up. I don't like that at all.

Well, they could just squish you. Yeah, I don't like it. I can pretty much handle anything scary, but when it comes to giants, a line is crossed. And if they ever do turn out to be real, I will exit this life before things get too spicy. Just kidding, just kidding, just kidding. I like how niche that is.

Anyway, I will keep these dolls probably forever. All jokes aside, the history and craftsmanship are incredible. I know I sound like a huge weirdo, but hey, we all have our things. You're not weird. Now that I've given you some spookies, I need to give you some giggles. I also included a photo of my Princess Diana rip doll that my mother got me for a few years ago. I was convinced for years that I was related to her, that she would rescue me to be a princess with her. I was convinced for years that I was related to her and that she would rescue me to be a princess with her. I love that for you.

Thank you too. Then I found out that she was very dead and that I was not a princess. Anyways, my husband has convinced me that this is not properly- It's not Princess Diana, it's Owen Wilson wearing a dress. He's not wrong. You might be right. He might be right. Can I get a wow in your best Owen Wilson voice? I don't know.

Wow. Is that good? Randomly the other night we were at a hotel and I woke up at 3am to Owen Wilson on the TV and I was like, what the fuck is this? And then I saw JLo and I was like, am I what? Hello? They were in like a am I, what, hello? They were in like a weird movie together recently. Really?

Yeah, she's like a pop star and she's like dating some, I think she's dating Bad Bunny. I think I saw clips of this and it looked insane. I woke up at 3 a.m. and I was just like, That's a fever dream. I watched like 15 minutes of it. Oh my God, you showed me little Luna, AKA Luna Tuna. Luna Tuna.

I'm obsessed with Luna Tuna. You guys are cute. You guys are adorable. Give me Luna Tuna. Yeah. Immediately. Wait, also you have to put those in your wall when like the time is nigh.

Luna Tuna? No. I'm just kidding. No. It's the dolls, yes. But the dolls in your wall, like if you know you're going to make an exit from the coil. The dolls in your walls.

I hit my microphone. Not anytime soon, but like when you know you're going to. When you're like 98. Yeah, like when you feel like you're about to shuffle off this mortal coil, just shove them in your walls. Just do a quick home project. Yeah, just call a quick contractor. But do it early.

Just call them up and say, I got a job for you. I need you to hide these dolls in my walls. I found these dolls in a wall what my dad did when I was a girl and develop an accent, okay, before you do this. Workshop it, okay? Yeah, you'll get there. You got it. You have time. Okay. Luna Tuna for life. workshop it okay? Yeah you'll get there. You got it. You'll have time. Okay. Luna Tuna for life. Luna Tuna. Luna Tuna. I don't know why I sang it but I did. You sing lots of things I like it. It's true I do. It's true I do. It's true. That sounds like a nanobob song from the rewatcher. Go listen to the rewatcher. Let me take a sip of my water. I think we could probably finish on this. This one is Listener Tales Predicting Death Is My Sixth Sense.

Oh, fuck yeah, let's go. Yeah. It says, Hi Deb Deb! Oh, you too, Ash and Alina. Oh, hey. I love you, weirdos, and hope you read this on the pod. We will. Well, here we are.

It is a terrifying yet interesting experience, and I haven't heard a listener tell like it, so I hope it stands out. To sweeten the deal, there's a picture of a puppy and a baby. You guys know. you guys just know. Included as a 14 point double spiced pot-a-fer. And this is actually my second time submitting because I sent it to the wrong email. I really want to know who got that email.

I also want to know that. Reading time is approximately 15 minutes and 15 seconds, but not unlike two weirdos I know, I stumble on words a lot. Damn. Yeah, adubious. Yeah, it do be us. And this is from Millie. Millie! The biggest and most vivacious hello

to Ash, Elena, and Deb Deb. My name- Vivacious. Vivacious. My name is Millie. Use it, bitch. I will, Millie. See, attached a photo of moi, simply because when I read, I love,

I always love a face for context. She's gorgeous. Oh, Millie. So pretty. You, that face card, girl. Fuck it up, fuck it up. Damn. The. She's gorgeous. So pretty. You got that face card girl. Fuck it up. Fuck it up. Damn. The mug never declines.

Millie. I know what you're thinking. Are you a 511 thiccacacacaca indigenous woman with a bodacious booty? That's literally what I was thinking. Yes, I am. Thank you for answering that. It's giving everything. It's giving all the things I need.

I love it. I'm a relatively new listener. My mouth just had made a gross noise. So I'm gonna say that again. I am a relatively new listener who started her morbid journey in August of 2022. However, I'm quickly catching up to all of the episodes. I started at the most recent

and I'm working my way backwards, which is apparently not what the normal is, but you know what it is? It's what we suggest. And we actually suggest that you stop at a certain point and never listen to the early ones. Yes. In fact, we were talking about this the other day. That's actually really funny.

Yeah. That we were like, whenever, when somebody says they're new to the pod, we're like, are you starting from the beginning? Because we're like, are you still here? Like, go from newest to oldest so you can appreciate us later. I still go off on a tangent obviously, but the tangents that my ass would go off on, it was a different time.

I think I was like, was I like 22 when we started this? You were young. Yeah, I was so fucking annoying. You were young and- I'm still pretty annoying, but I own it. I was annoying then too. And I'm, yeah, I'm still annoying. Let's be annoying together.

Forever. Forever. That was a good one. It was. We didn't cheers. Never mind. I was going to say, did we make eye contact? But we did. But we did. We went, why did I forget instantly? Are you a witch? Are you a witch? Are you a wizard, Hilarie? Oh God. Oh God. We don't go on tangents anymore. We never go on tangents. Everyone's like, this has been six hours long. All right, back to Millie's tile.

Millie! Millie! We're kind of hungry, I think. I have tacos waiting for me. I have a slaw that I made. A slaw. A slaw. With some rotiss' chick. So work your way backwards and stop at a certain point. However, I'm the farzist. I'm the farzist in the fjord. I'm in the fjord. I'm Farzist.

Don't start with the fjord because then I'll go on a tangent to Conan. Uh oh. He has a song. However, I'm the farthest thing away from normal, so it's incredibly fitting. I'm an English major, so if there are any grammatical errors, feel free to call my ass out. I'll call the police. Whoa. It escalated. Before we get into the gushing, I want to give a well-deserved shout out to the divine individual who started my unhealthy obsession, your now second biggest fan, Ashley Little. Ashley Little!

She's like me, but little. I know you two love the art of making others defecate themselves, so please use her full name because she will take a monstrous giddy dump in her jeans. Ashley Little. Ashley just took a dump. This is her photo. This is her photo. Aw,

Ashley, you're adorable. She's gudge. She's big gudge. Yeah. Okay, gushing time. I absolutely adore you two. And I hate people, so that says a lot. Oh my god, you are my people. And we hate people too. Yeah. You've made your way into being a daily part of my life. And when I'm driving to and from work and listen to you on my hour long commute, it feels like I have the two coolest bitches behind me in the backseat, eh, thank you, who are constantly almost responsible for my untimely demise as I find myself repeatedly swerving after a laughing fit, or nor. One time you made me laugh so hard when talking about dick cheese that I snotted all over myself and almost died running off the road trying to find a Kleenex.

Don't do that, you two say, but if my end includes snot running down my face and tears running off the road trying to find a weighing it to the tail with death. This is about a few, yet far too many times that I have predicted death. This is cray. By the way, I'm already sporting doo-doo drawers, and I don't even know if you read this on the pod yet. So if I hear you reading this, then my pants are already off and on fire. I love it.

I live in a very rural town in New Brunswick, Canada. I'm talking I graduated with 12 people rural. Holy shit, I thought other people's schools were small. Damn. However, to begin this story, we set the scene in the big city of Brampton, Ontario. Brampton is about a half hour from Toronto and is way too big for my liking. I graced the lives of my parents by making my glorious entrance into this hellhole we call the world on April 4th, 2000. That's right, Ash. I'm an Aries sun and moon and my rising is Capricorn. I see you, Elena.

Oh, hell yeah. Double Aries, you are fiery as fuck. I'm married in Aries. And Capricorn, even though Capricorn is an Earth sign, I feel like they're like pretty scrappy. You're probably scrappy. Yeah, you're scrappy as fuck. And I love that about you.

I get along really well with Aries and Capricorn. Same. Yeah, mom and dad, John and Elena. Yeah you're scrappy as fuck. And in the awkward situation of accidentally falling into women's mahinas and my mother was tired of his quote-unquote slip-ups." His quote-unquote slip-ups. Fast forward to 2006. That's a great way to describe that. I love that. That's somebody who has healed. Yeah, you've healed. Fast forward to 2006. I'm six years old and my dad's living in Brampton with another woman who I'm glad to say he's no longer with. She was a very angry Italian woman who was a bit hard on the noggin. Or maybe she wasn't angry and she just spoke in a perpetual scream. I'm not really sure. That's a lot. I was playing with Polly pockets alone in my room. Ash gets it. When I had a feeling,

it made me stop and pause with every strand of hair on my little body standing straight in the air as if I were hanging upside down. This feeling and the facial expression I would have worn is comparable—I don't know why I said it like that—comparable to someone who horrifically realized that their fart had not in fact been a fart. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it was as if a thousand dementors had entered the room, surrounded me, and then simultaneously began sucking my soul out of my body. They are the worst part of prison, you know. Michael Scott. Did you get that? They are. That's prison Mike.

I don't watch The Office. Don't yell at me. You gotta watch it, man. Maybe. Prison Mike. I didn't have a vision, more like an awareness, that my great grandfather, who was in perfect health, was going to die. I walked around with this weight for the entire day asking — A six-year-old?

Yeah. That's like one of your babes. — asking my dad if he had been talking to grandpa. He said no, that he hadn't that day, but he just spoke with him the week before. And he asked why I was wondering. No reason. I replied, kicking my feet together and avoiding eye contact. I was just wondering. This feeling I remember was not one I wanted to share and kept and it kept me up most of

the night. I laid in bed until sleep found me in the early hours of the morning, and I arose to my dad standing at my door, looking forlorn and also suspicious. Grandpa passed away last night, he said hesitantly. His tone was a mix of grief and suspicion. Did this man think my small, fragile, and incapable body could walk a two hour drive in the middle of the night and somehow unalive my grandfather?

Like, come on. I remember being heartbroken, not only because I had lost someone important to me, my first encounter with death as well, but because I also felt responsible. I knew it was gonna happen, but I said nothing, because as a child, my thoughts, feelings, and intuitions were typically dismissed.

Oh, relatable. That makes me sad for you. I know. The memory stuck with me for a while until it began to fade as the years went on. I had forgotten about the feeling and what it felt like. I resumed my life and paid it no mind until I was 14. I had my laptop going with karaoke songs as I was home alone and aspired to be a famous singer at the time. Hell yeah. Typically speaking though, in order to be famous you have to be like good at singing, which I was not. They mean, do you? It's subjective.

It's 2025 now. Yeah, you don't really have to be good at much anymore. Think the demon cat from Pet Sematary being shook around and then thrown out a wall. Love that. That's the most accurate description of my singing voice even to this day. Right in the middle of the ear piercing belt of the chorus

to rolling in the deep, it stopped. I stopped. Wait, I took a vocal class once and it was rolling in the deep and I thought I slayed that shit. And then I got home and I recorded myself and I never went back to voice acting and uh voice lessons again. I said teacher Jamie. You said I did not roll in the deep. I'm sorry. I said auto-tune would never help this. So I stopped. It reminded me of Raven from That's So Raven when she'd get a vision. The same feeling I had ejected from my

homunculus? Yeah. Homunculus? I don't know. I'd return with a vengeance with one major difference, the person it surrounded. This time it was my grandmother on my mom's side, Ruby, who I would later name my daughter after. Ruby. And this is Ruby and she's so fucking cute. The pigtails. You get the fuck out of here with that kid. I can kid. I can't. That's a cute ass kid. I can't. Ruby. I can't. She's so fucking cute.

I love her. I know, and look, she's kind of judging whoever she's looking at. She's like. She's got that eyebrow action. Her mom is a double Aries. I'm impressed. Well, grandmother Ruby was the,

this reminds me of this lady Judy I used to live with who I fucking loved so much. My mother Ruby. Yeah. She was a kind woman who would always be found Ruby was the and I this reminds me of and go, what's happening? I regret not spending much time with her in my teen years as I was caught up in school, sports, boys and video games. But I unfortunately did not classify seeing my grandparents as fun. So when I had this feeling, I panicked. I wanted to call my mom and tell her, but then how would she see me if Ruby did die?

Would she see me as in a different light, a freak possessed by the devil, damn overly religious white women. I decided to let it go and hope that I wasn't right. But that night at 3 a.m., my grandmother was taken by ambulance and passed in the hospital. Oh, Ruby. I know, I'm sorry.

I went home and looked in the mirror like someone in a movie, not even sure of who I was seeing. I screamed, what the fuck? Which was a big deal because I didn't say a single swear word until I was 17. Whoa. And I've progressed so much now that I'm convinced my child will think her name is fuck. I love how you write so hard. The feeling of confusion, dread, and fear enveloped my body like a spicy blanket.

I like a spicy blanket. I like them both. Personally. I still refuse to share my curse with anyone and again it went dormant for years to come. 2018 is when it returned yet again. My ex-boyfriend—we ended on good terms, don't worry. I love that because we never hear that. I know. Rarely. My ex-boyfriend and I were living in our first apartment. I was in my first year of university, and I was sat at my makeup station one morning, putting on some semblance of a falsified,

excited face for the day. Being in university, I needed all the help I could get with the bags under my eyes and permanent look of depression that encapsulated my face, encapsulated my face. Then, spoiler alert, it hit, the feeling. Though this time would be slightly different from the previous two. This time, it wasn't someone that was directly related to me. It was my boyfriend's grandfather.

The other difference was how quickly it happened. The other two times were at least a 12-hour span between the feeling and death. This time, I had the feeling, cooked in it for about five minutes, and then my boyfriend called me. My heart fucking sank. He said, Puppa didn't wake up from his sleep this morning. I had to force myself to pretend to act shocked, though it was earlier than expected. I still knew it was coming. Is he dead? I asked with a fake surprise. No, I think it's just diabetic coma. He'll probably be fine, he answered.

First of all, who the fuck calls someone and says, so and so didn't wake up from their sleep, just being like casually, they're fine though. He'll probably be fine. Like what? It's probably fine. That's not how you tell someone that. And also like probably just a diabetic coma. It's like, oh, just that little thing.

Oh, you know. Anyways, I didn't dare tell him what I knew, and I was also hoping that I was going to be wrong this time. His grandfather was a pure and kind soul. He was in his late 80s, still chopping wood, cooking, dancing, and living his life. We'd go over all the time and play skip bow. And he'd get so zoned out out we'd have to yell his name 30 times to snap him out of it. Oh my god I love him. That's so sweet. I drove to the hospital to meet with them and we went to the room he was in. Once the family was rounded up the doctor came over and broke the news. He had a brain bleed. He said, more forcefully than I would have liked. That happens a lot. Yeah it's very clinical Yeah. He's being kept alive by the machines,

but once we unhook him, I don't expect him to live long after. I felt helpless. So many loved ones I knew would die, and I could do nothing but sit back and wait. Nothing. That must be so hard. Yeah, that's tough. Yeah.

Nothing I could have done could have prevented these deaths, yet I was burdened with the knowledge of the inevitable. That's exactly what it is. That's a burden. Yeah, it is a burden. Yeah. These first three death predictions would soon prove themselves to be the easiest

that I would have to encounter. I had eventually split from my ex and was living the single life. We were together since I was 14 and I was now 20 and lost. No sense of an identity, an introvert with one friend, and my time was mostly taken up by school and work. I felt confused as to the next steps to take.

Then a guy messaged me on Facebook. To protect his identity, since his name is incredibly unique, we'll call him Fred. Fred. Fred. That reminds me of, hey, it's Fred. Remember that guy? Yeah.

Fred started chatting with me and flirting, but in a kind, genuine, and respectful way. I learned he was from India and he was here for school. He was incredibly gifted with humor, intelligence, perseverance, and sheer willpower. He went to the same university as I did and we hit it off right away. However, just as friends,

as I was not ready for another relationship. We spent time together and I learned how fascinating of a human he was. He was in boarding school in India and was in a gang in his teen years. He survived being stabbed and got out of that place in his life. His family also owned a tiger. A tiger. His name was Timothy. Like a whole ass tiger. A tiger named Timothy. Yeah. Holy shit. They rescued and rehabilitated him. How much cooler

can he get? Not much. He was always very kind and I enjoyed the time we spent together. We were inseparable friends for a few months. When he moved here, he turned his life around, got heavy into the gym, and then excelled even more at academics. He got a mocker cycle. I was going to say. He got a mocker cycle? He got a mocker cycle. I love those. A little bit different than a mocker cycle. You ever been on a mocker cycle? You know? For a ride of your laugh. It's crazy. He got a motor cycle and would venture around on it all the time. He was also an incredibly talented painter. He cracked jokes that would make me laugh so hard I cried. He said, all the strange Indian men that have probably messaged you before, and yet I had the charm to get your attention. However, his tale would end like the rest. One day I was sitting in my room

alone, thoughts to myself, when it came, the feeling, the dread. No, I screamed to whatever it was, not him. It horrified me. I was so scared and helpless. And that's when Fred messaged me and told me he was going cliff jumping with his friend. Oh. This will eat me alive forever. But I said, okay, be safe. I thought once again, fate would change. He was going with someone, which meant that he would be safe. I thought I was just in my head about this one. He's 23. There's no way anything could happen to him. You're indestructible when you're 23, right? Wrong. The next day I woke up and I realized I hadn't heard from him. No texts, no calls since 3 p.m. the previous day. I called, no answer. I

texted. I called again. That's when I messaged the friends that he was with. Can you meet me? she asked. I agreed and she broke the news. His death was classified as a drowning. She said he hit the water and started flailing. She ran down to the bottom and tried to bring him in but he was panicking and was bringing her down into the water. She got back up on land and turned to grab him once more but there was no sight of him. He was gone. My prediction is the force he picked up on his way down threw him deeper into the water than he had the breath for, and he started inhaling before he reached the surface and never made it out." That's brutal.

That's awful. I didn't sleep or eat for weeks, months even. I lost a concerning amount of weight. I could have stopped him, but I didn't believe my gut. I blamed his death on myself ever since. No. It's not your fault. And you don't want to mess with fate, you know? Yeah, and it's hard to believe that you know when these things are happening,

so you're probably second guessing it. Exactly. I would stay up at night crying and apologizing to him, someone with so much light, so much potential and purpose, gone. That is until I went to a medium, and she assured me that my gift was not just in my head. And even if I begged him not to go, he still would have went. That helped a little bit. Yeah. The last prediction was the strangest and most haunting of them all. Trigger warning for suicide here.

I was at work. I'm a waitress and I work in a small chain restaurant just in Atlantic Canada. The place was dead and I was wandering around searching for things to do when I got the feeling. But it wasn't just a feeling this time. It was a vision too. I got this overwhelming, all-encompassing a feeling this time, it was a vision too. I got this overwhelming, all-encompassing sense of sorrow, depression, and hopelessness. I was in a first-person perspective and went into my room, though, similar to how dreams work. It wasn't actually my room in reality, but in this vision it was mine, and I locked the door. I then grabbed gasoline, poured it on myself, and lit myself on fire.

Holy shit. But I wasn't anyone I knew, which was the strangest thing. I had thought it was weird and definitely concerning, but it wasn't anyone I was familiar with. Each one of my previous womp feelings, I knew the person I was referring to. I shook it off. The next day, I was on social media and read something on the news. At the exact same time, I had a vision. A young guy a few towns over went into his room, locked the door, poured gas on himself and set himself on fire. He did not survive.

I have chills all over my arm. I was in shock. I didn't know him. And this was also completely different from my other experiences. I felt so afraid for those. I felt so afraid for so long these would keep happening. But that was a few years ago and they seem to have stopped. I'd like to think that they're gone forever but I refuse to let my guard down because that's when death will

sneak up on me like a fox with an unsuspecting squirrel. So until then death but I'll be waiting for you. Thank you ladies for reading my tale if you did and if this is on the podcast I will never shut up about it. I hope you ladies enjoy the rest of your day, week, month, life, year, etc. and I can't wait to continue to keep up with your journeys and see life see where life takes you. Thanks. Aw. Alaina, I read your book and I absolutely adored it. Thank you. I took a hiatus from casual reading after life got incredibly busy. This is the best compliment and your book brought me back to the book worm I used to be. Oh that's literally my favorite after life got incredibly busy. This is you both deserve that and more. He's the most beautiful human I know. It's ridiculous. I don't know how I got him. We love a Drew here. I love him so much. I just want to punch him.

Just with love. Right in the kisser. Until then, keep it weird. But maybe not this weird. Millie. But here's a picture of my dog Stanley. Because why not? He's just like, oh my god, I'm obsessed with Stanley.

I love him so much. He's doing like the Meg the Stallion. Yeah. Good job. I'm obsessed with Stan Lee. I love him so much. He was doing like the Meg the Stallion. Yeah. The eh. Eh. Good job. I'm so proud of you.

Look at me, I'm learning things. Oh my goodness, guys. Millie, that was a fucking harrowing tale. Haunting. Like harrowing. But you wrote it so well that it was, I just, it was fascinating. These were so good.

They were so good. I have tacos. I have slaw. And chichin. And chichin. And chichin. I have tacos. I have slaw and chicken. Chicken. And chicken. Chicken. This was amazing.

This was so much fun. I feel like this is the most fun I've had on- Yeah, this was a lot of fun. Yeah, I think we're getting more comfortable being on camera, definitely. We are. I'm not gonna do it that much more, but- No, we're gonna keep it like this.

Yeah. I said, don't get your hopes up. Don't get your hopes up. Don't! But we'll do this on our tails. Yes, for sure. We'll do this on our tails. We'll, for sure. We'll do listener tales. We'll keep doing that.

We'll do that. And until then. We hope you keep listening. And we hope you keep it weird. But not so weird that you predict death. Definitely keep it, I mean, keep it that weird. It's kind of interesting. Definitely keep it so weird that you cut a hole in your wall

and you had some creepy ass dolls in there. I have to open the rest because I don't have a memory due to 15 years of my life. Oh, keep it so weird that as a ghost you shove peaches up people's noses. Don't keep it so weird that your dog gets possessed but that wasn't your fault obviously. Keep it so weird that you run a non-profit for dogs though. That's fucking absolutely incredible. and I think I got all of them. Yeah, just keep it weird. Keep it the weirdest so weird Bada boo See you next Monday you butt heads The If you like morbid, you can listen early and ad-free right now by joining Wondery+, in

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