Morbid - Episode 684: Listener Tales 99: Campfire Tale Edition!

Episode Date: June 26, 2025

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Hey weirdos, before we dive into today's twisted tale, let me tell you about a place where the darkness never ends. Wondery Plus. It's like stepping into a haunted mansion where the floorboards creak with ad-free episodes and early access to new episodes lurks around every corner. So come join us, if you dare. Morbid is available one week early and ad-free only on Wondery Plus. You can join Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or

an Apple podcast or Spotify. You're listening to a Morbid Network podcast. My name is TJ Raphael. I'm the host of Liberty Lost, a new podcast about who gets to be a mother and the control of young women, hidden behind the veil of faith. Binge all episodes of Liberty Lost ad-free right now on Wondery+. Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm Elena. And this is dead camp counselors.

Although I have a lot of, oh I'm stuck. I have a lot of blush on today so I feel like I look a little more alive so maybe I'm the ultimate final girl. Yeah you're like right before death I would say. Yeah. Because you're not surviving that. Super duper bloody. You're not surviving that. I am not wearing blush, so I am dead. She's dead. She already died. Currently. My legs look like they're definitely dead. I have the palest legs known to man. I mean, same. That's why I'm wearing the tube socks. Yeah. So we got to, we're excited about this. This is fun. And we wanted to hit on a couple of things first. So Nicholas is going to be in the episode that's on YouTube.

Because we find he's a hot topic. Polarizing, if you will. Very polarizing. But we understand in the audio version, we're not going to use Nicholas. No more Nicholas. Because I can understand that if you don't see our reactions to Nicholas, that it's not as fun and could be a little jarring. Yeah.

And like a little like screechy and not fun. One thing that we don't want to happen is we don't want you to veer off the road because you got scared. Yeah, we don't want that. Yeah. So now you have two ways of watching. One will have Nicholas or listening, I should say. One will have Nicholas where you can see us right here.

Yeah. And then the audio version will be songs, Nicholas. Songs. So you can choose your own adventure now because we heard you. It's like goosebumps. Yeah, you know, then those are the best goosebumps to be honest. So yeah. And the second thing is a really weird thing, but we never did I ever think that we would have to address this. Yeah. So this is just something that's kind of funny, but we just wanted to hit on it. So nobody gets too up in arms. kind of funny, but we just wanted to hit on it. So nobody gets too up in arms. Uh, so gypsy Rose Blanchard apparently did made a video where she was talking

about a few like content creators on Tik Tok. One of them being someone who's apparently called Sir Morbid. Not morbid, but she missed the sir when she said it. And she said morbid. She's not talking about us. We've never covered her case and we've done any Gypsy Rose Blanchard content. And we don't plan to ever do it. So she wasn't talking about us.

She was talking about Sir Morbid. We did not come for Gypsy Rose. Yeah, we did not come for Gypsy Rose. But a lot of you were like there to back us up and be like, what the fuck? So we appreciate that. We do. We love you.

We love that you'll ride at dawn. Like couldn't tell you how much I appreciate that, but I promise that was not about us. She just missed saying the sir. Yeah. You know, so it was Sir Morbid, not Morbid. Sir Morbid is different from Morbid. Yeah. We're not going to cover her case.

We never have. No, we've never done any Jitsy Rose Blanchard content. None. Yeah. We don't plan to. Nope. So with that out of the way, it's Listener Tales. It's Listener Tales.

It's brought to you by you for you from you and all about you. There's nothing in this cup. Don't worry. There's something in this cup. It's coffee. Don't worry. So we're going to be doing like camp summer tales. Yeah. Camp Appalachia, like foresty, foresty things, you know, yeah, that kind of thing. Yeah. This is my favorite outfit. This anytime we can get, even though I'm sticky as book, anytime we can get super bloody. It's so fun. I've ruined the couch. That's

unfortunate. I'm sitting on a sweatshirt because underneath I put my legs down and it was just like, it looks like somebody got killed on this couch. Yeah, it truly does. But you know what? We suffer for our art. Yeah, it's art. It's just the way it is. That's pretty much how it goes. Honestly, the couch should be bloody in the pod lab, so. Pact. You know? It's just that the blood is sticky. Yeah. You know. know yeah i never realized how much arm hair i had until i put blood on it and it started when i dragged down you know when i got attacked and the blood dripped down yeah it really hurt my arm hairs really hurt my arm hairs it did i can understand that i heard them screaming yeah yeah that was me too because you know one of them attacked all right are you starting or am I? I'll start. Oh, facts. Let's go. So my first listener tale is Listener Tales, Lake Shawnee.

We covered that once. We did cover that. It's somewhere I really want to see, actually. This person saw it. This says, good morning. Please see my attached listener tale about an overnight camping trip. That means that we, you and I I can go to Lake Shawnee overnight. Yeah, they camped at the amusement park.

Yeah, I'm not trying to camp. But we can go there. Yeah, you can go. Yeah, and then we'll stay at a hotel after. We'll stay somewhere. I don't camp. Not there. See, it didn't work out.

All right. So dear Ash and Elena, my name is April and you can use my name and my dog's names freely. I like how you spell your name. Oh, and my husband too. I know you spell your name really cool. It's A-P-R-Y-L. I'm not sure how I stumbled across your podcast, but I do know that the very first episode I randomly picked was Frank and Rose West. Girl. And you said it correctly. Holy cannoli. Yeah.

That was a doozy. That was intense. It may or may not have traumatized me. Us too. Us too. Us too. Yeah. Yup. Me too. For life. But whatever, it hooked me and now I'm like a walking commercial for morbid.

Thanks so much. Hey. Love you. In fact, it was you girlies that prompted my husband, Wesley and I, I love that name. Great name. Along with our two roadie dogs, Ozzy and... Tocoa Goose. Tocoa Goose.

I hope I said that right. Yeah, Takoa. Ozzy and Takoa Goose to make a seven hour road trip from Atlanta to the one and only Lake Shawnee Abandoned Amusement Park in lieu of spending Thanksgiving with our family. Fuck Thanksgiving. Go to Lake Shawnee. Fuck Thanksgiving. Go to Lake Shawnee.

I love that we inspired that too with that episode because honestly, I get it. I want to go so bad. Let me set the scene. It's late November, it's West Virginia, it's cold as fuck, and we're the fools that decided it would be a good idea to sleep in a tent in a haunted amusement park. That's the part I can't get behind. And there was a massive rainstorm set to blow in that night, but hey, at least we had firewood. But rain. Yeah, you know we had firewood. But rain.

Yeah, you know, that fire, rain. Bad. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. This road trip was for real, destination scary stuff. We went to the abandoned mining town of Thurman. Oh my God, you really. You did it right.

You guys rule. We hit up Point Pleasant for all things Mothman. Yes, my man. That place was creepy pants. Like to the point it gave Wesley a panic attack because something was off, way off with the energy. But that heavy energy story is best saved for another time. Send it to us. Let's get back to Lake Shawnee. We arrived about 3 p.m. and met Chris, who is the self-proclaimed caretaker. As you know, the park has been in his family since the 60s or something like that.

Chris is pretty awesome, and he gave us a tour of the property that included a detailed history of everything Lake Shawnee, from the natives who first inhabited the land to the white settlers who stole the land to the beginning development of the park during the Great Depression. Stolen land? Topical. Stolen land, you say? That's crazy. After about an hour, Chris made a sweeping gesture

and said, Welp, I'm out. The park is yours. The fact that he was just like, G2G. Like damn, he climbed in his truck and before speeding off said, Oh, and by the way, because this place has lots of children who live here, I've heard that people who camp with their dogs are particularly magnetic." He slammed his door and drove away. Honey, he said, you got a big storm coming. He said, have so much fun. That's the ghost children. So scary. And then shit got real.

Remember it's November, not a lot of daylight. We quickly had to decide what to do first set up camp or do our first round of exploration. Duh, it was time to take a walk. So it's dusk. I'm taking pictures like I was hired by National Geographic. Speaking of pictures, feel free to share mine and the video. We'll get to the video a little later. So far, so good. Nothing creepy McCreepy yet. After a quick dinner of gas station bologna and cheese sandwiches. I'm sorry. That's fucking reckless. Good for you. Do you like bologna? I love bologna. I grew up on bologna. Same. I don't like bologna. I haven't eaten bologna

in like a billion years. You know, so I don't know if I would still I have fond memories of bologna. I don't you know who still buys bologna? Who from the deli? My husband. Honestly, I love Drew. Like this is why Drew fucks heavy with bologna. I get him my husband honestly I love drew like this is why Drew fucks heavy with baloney. I get him it disgusts me me and drew can eat a baloney sandwich at your house Baloney and cheese and the yellow mustard. I like yellow mustard. Yes, I have a sandwich today, but it's turkey. It's turkey and Havarti dill cheese. Oh, she's fancy. Yeah, she's fancy Yeah, she doesn't know about this cheese and bologna sandwich from the gas station. Listen, April, I love you and I respect so much about you.

Just not this. Just not this. I respect it though. I'll tell you I respect it. I respect everything you do, April. Um, you know, they so they have bologna and cheese sandwiches and bad beer. We knew it was time to set up camp. Why didn't we just rent a little RV?

I know that would have been a good idea. These are questions. Oh, I would go in an RV. Yeah, I would go in an RV. We can glamp at Lake Shawnee. That would kind of be fun actually. Let's talk to people about that. Hmm. Corinne and Sabrina? You guys doing anything? What's you up to? That's actually a really good idea. It is a good idea. We're going to text them later. Yeah, we are. Before getting too far into the tent popping process, I decided to check out this little shed over by the cornfields. Yep, the cornfields. No. I open the creaky door and it's just an empty little building. Let's call it a tiny house. With the impending storms, we decided to toss our sleeping bags in the shed and call it home for the night. No, girl.

By staying in a shed. What do you do? I stay in the shed, babe. In hindsight, this might not have been one of my better decisions. We've all made bad decisions. But honestly, I was beginning to wonder if this entire trip was a good idea. That's fair. Valid. It's it's zero dark 30 in time for the night walks.

Wesley suddenly had knee problems or more likely scared of the dark problems. I have those. He volunteered to stay with the dogs by the campfire so you can have both hands for taking photos. Wow, Wesley, that's fake as fuck. Wesley. Wild reason. So yeah, he, you know, Wesley is being, is being smart here and saying, you can have both your hands for taking photos and I'll stay back here with the dogs Really? I think he was a scaredy pants and wanted Ozzie into to Koa for extra protection off I went into the dark dark night by myself. You're a fucking badass April Badass bitch because I can't say I would do that. I can say full-heartedly

I would not yeah can't do that. My first stop was the old ticket booth. There was a small pinwheel on the ground. Hmm. This seemed like a good place to start. My unexperienced booty started to ask it questions, and when it answered, I almost pooped. I'm sorry. When it answered? Excuse me? The pinwheel? To be fair, there was a slight breeze that I don't want to discount as an as evident in the video, but I don't think that this was just the wind. Anywho, when I asked the pinwheel, if someone was there, it began to slowly spin. I asked it to change the direction. It did. And when does it just change direction like I asked it to stop spinning.

And it also did that. Yeah, you were communicating with something. Next stop was the creepy trail. I like that. I like that too. I like that a lot. I wanna name my house that. Yeah, just my driveway is just the creepy trail.

It runs along the back of the property line. Chris says that it's the only place on the property where he refuses to go. That's how you know it's bad. Oh, I began a slow walk, partly because I was as scared as Drew Barrymore talking to Ghostface, and also because I didn't wanna roll my old ass ankles on an uneven path.

Both valid reasons. Smart. I make my way around the bend and begin to approach the gravestone of the Mitchell Clay children. As you may recall, two of them were murdered by the Shawnee while doing chores on the property. The third was kidnapped and later burned at the stake. Anyhow, this part of the trail has a couple of security lights.

I was feeling a bit braver with the light and began to walk with a little more pep in my step until I realized that I saw my shadow and another smaller shadow walking next to me. No. That's a baby. That's a little kid. I don't like it.

That's a little kid. When I say the hairs on the back of my neck went up in a cold, cold chill ran down my body, I am not exaggerating. What does one do when walking towards the graves of three murdered children in an abandoned music amusement park with a ghost child companion in the middle of the night? That's a good question. One gets the fuck up out of there. And that's a good answer. I ran.

I ran like the wind. Okay, I'm old and chunky. I ran like that. Back at camp, after I caught my out of shape breath, I drank a bad gas station beer and started to share my tale. However, Mother Nature had her own agenda. With a crack of thunder and flash of lightning, the sky angrily broke wide open and we made a mad dash for our tiny house slash shed next to the cornfield. Once inside the safety of the plywood walls,

we realized the only way to latch the door was from the outside. Why? That's not good. Well, it's a shed, but that's fucked up. Nefarious. It's a shed. I have to say, if you're only listening on audio, you're missing out. Nicholas is great. Go watch on YouTube. So the door seemed to stay closed fairly well on its own. So at the time it didn't present as a huge problem. We settled in for bed before turning off our headlamps. I reminded the dogs that if a small ghost child opened the door during the night and

asked them to come out and play, they were to respond with a firm no. Before my eyes were even closed, Wesley had already begun to snore. I tossed and turned and eventually drifted off to sleep. Reality fell away to the dream world and all was well and our tiny house saw shed next to the cornfield until it wasn't. Suddenly the door flew open and my dumbass was the one sleeping next to the door. I screamed, the dog started to bark, and snoring Beauty awoke with a start.

We quickly determined that the wind blew open the door, not a ghost child trying to steal our dogs. At this point, I was awake, and there was no hope of not being wide ass awake, which turned out to be a good thing, because all night long there was a wrapping at the door door and it would slowly be pulled open and then closed again which the wind doesn't do this continued long after the wind and rain died down like imagine the door slowly opening and then slowly closing in like a wrapping

at the door no I just like it so much but we should totally go nonetheless dawn broke to a beautiful blue sky. We survived the night, packed up the car and drove off into the West Virginia mountains. That's even scarier, to be honest. That's it. That's my story. Thank you for planting the seed. If it weren't for y'all, this trip would not have happened. Keep it weird, but not so weird to spend the night in a tiny house slash shed next to a cornfield in a haunted abandoned amusement park in the middle of nowhere, West Virginia.

Damn. April. April. There's some really good photos with this one that are awesome. Really spooky. April, you did a really good job without the photographs. It was really good. And you made us want to go to that. I want to go to so many abandoned abandoned. I want to go to so many abandoned place. Yeah. Especially amusement parks. They give me like the ooh, the oohs. I know. So thank you, April. Thank you. ["Wonderful Wonders"]

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That one has to be great. So it says Dear Ash and Alina, I submitted this story last summer, but since you have re-released the Spooky Lakes TM episodes, I thought I would give this one another go. It's on a listener's tails. I also have another tale of a haunted driveway to type up and send soon. That's funny that you were just talking about a creepy driveway. A haunted driveway? Yeah.

I'm a huge fan, also a fellow spoopy New Englander who grew up in southern New Hampshire. Hell yeah. Thank you. And come back every fall to enjoy the haunts of nature. I've attached my listener tale on a spooky lake asylum and potential serial killer for you, but in a friendly double-spaced puddafa. You're beautiful. I hope you enjoy, and my soul would leave my body

if you read this. Well, soul, prepare for departure. Congratulations on being soulless. You are in jealous now. Oh God. You ejaculated your soul. You have to listen to the rewatch. I don't make the rules.

That's not gross. Yeah. Okay. My name is Megan. You can use my name. Also shout out to Rachel, Erin, and Liana who will appreciate this tale. I'm a 30 year old lady who resides in good old cheesy Wisconsin. Cheesy? I would love it there. I love cheese. We had cheese for breakfast this morning. But who grew up in New Hampshire in a house built in 1780. Oh hell yeah. And that isn't even the most haunted thing in my life. Oh shit. This tale is

dedicated to the creepiest yet most enchanting body of water I've ever witnessed in upstate New York. So we could go there. We could. For the past 28 or so summers of my life I've been visiting an eerie cold quiet lake on top of a mountain in the foothills of the Adirondacks. Lake Desolation. Lake Desolation. That is the most metal name. Yeah. Lake Desolation. All I can think of is Sparky from, I know it's Domination, but all I can think is Desolation. Total Domination. Domination. Desolation. Damn. It's losing all meaning though. Desolation. Desolation. Desolation. All right, we're done. Lake Desolation is a pitch black, freezing cold lake at 30 to 45 deep fed by cold springs. The lake is literally 68 acres of blackness. No. Yes. Nope. It is. I don't want that. I kind of do. Oh. Surrounding the

lake today are old shanty but sturdy shacks that were built by the Irish in the 1920s as camps and have mostly stayed as such, with very few people residing on the lake year-round. The scene is as picturesque as an old A-frame, one and two story camps painted bright blues, reds, and a white clash with the dark abysmal shade of the lake that absorbs all the sun and reflects nature, and the camps like a mirror. Wow. I was fucking poetic. That is. And also, there's an attached image. Milton, New York, is a quiet town. Maybe one or two stoplights, a general store, and a few roads headed up to factories, camps, and scenic homes. And apparently, a ton of horror. Horror, horror.

Every summer, my family is headed up the winding mountain road and felt an eerie feeling of how desolate, yes, in the name, it truly was up there. Jumping in the water was ice cold and so dark. The depth of the water always made me feel a little bit afraid of it. Was there anything down there? It always ran through my head. There is. A couple summers ago, as an adult,

I was up at the lake after moving to the Midwest and not being able to go to upstate New York every summer like I did when I lived in New Hampshire. My mom and I were visiting my grandma and decided to drive up from her hometown to the lake to stay a few days to keep cool. My mom and I were visiting my grandma and decided to drive up from her hometown to the lake to stay a few days to keep cool. My mom and I stood on the dock and I ran and jumped in the dark water. I came up from underneath and treaded water as I shouted to my mom, I hate being in the

lake alone. I always feel like some dead body is going to come up and grab me. Oh no. A trauma that I have faced since that Are You Afraid of the Dark episode. Hell yeah. I know exactly which one you're talking about. She seriously replies with, they pull dead bodies out of that lake all the time. Wow, mom.

I go, What? Naturally thinking she's messing with me. But she continues to tell me that a couple times they have pulled a dead person out of the lake after a heart attack while swimming or drowning. Okay, normal, I guess. Then without missing a beat, she also proceeds to tell me of the Lake Desolation serial killer. The fucking what? I'm sorry who? That they have never caught. What the heli? What the heli berry? What the heliante? What the heli-burton? The serial killings happened in 2003 and 2009.

Both were young girls with red hair. One was found- I don't want to go anymore. Well, we have to it was 2003 in 2009. You know, they never caught him I'll go with you. What? Going no, yeah, no No, then again, I'm not young The self realization the serial killings happened in 2003 in 2009. Both, like I just said, were young girls with red hair. One was found in an old logging site and the other found in the woods. One girl was missing for years before they found her skull and bone fragments. Okay, why was this not on the news? That's not the only creepy thing about the lake, by the way.

Do you guys remember the app, uh, Randonaut? Oh my god, yeah yeah like Randonautica or something like that. I don't know I don't remember it. Yeah I think it was like you could go it would send you to a place. I think I do remember this. Yeah the app supposedly manifests something you'd like to see and then chooses a random point of longitudinal and latitudinal coordinates. Yeah I remember that that was like a big thing. Yeah, that does sound familiar now. The app actually led a group of teens to discover a dead body, if that refreshes your memory.

Absolutely. That was like huge right when TikTok came out, or like when we discovered it. Yeah, I was just gonna say. I don't know when it came out. Well, last summer, my 17-year-old sister and I decided to try it. The coordinates it had chosen for us

were 13 minutes driving distance away from our camp at the lake. We drove through the pouring rain. The location? Oh, just the Saratoga County Homestead. What is that? A literal abandoned and decaying insane asylum that has been closed and falling down since 1973. JADE Yeah, it manifested what you wanted to see. I suddenly lost my feeling of adventure, and we noped it back home without exiting the car. We literally had no idea that that place even existed. Later that summer I did see a travel channel show about it though and had to immediately call my sister. Also in the Lake Lanier episode I

remember you talking about the fear of submerged man-made objects, aka submech- submechanophobia. Okay, well in the 1920s there was a hotel on what is now the piddly little lake beach, and parts of the hotel's structural docks are still submerged. Nope. I don't like that at all. Yeah. Just to spice up the lake's creepiness, in the woods surrounding it is an abandoned village. I need to see that.

Yeah, I need to see that. I need to see that. I don't want to see this emerge thing because it'll give me an existential crisis of some sort. I want to see it but I don't want to see it all at the same time. It's one of those. But I want to see the abandoned village. Yeah. Well in 1842 a glad factory was erected to bottle Saratoga mineral water and a thriving village built up around the factory of workers, but the factory closed in 1866 and was relocated closer to a rail track for logistical purposes. I don't even have to write the creepy little tidbit that happened next because the article below described it horrifyingly, quote, With its only industry gone, the community had no purpose and the people moved away.

Some farming activity continued until the early 1900s, but one by one the residents moved and nature took over. Had this been in the arid out west, you would be standing in the middle of a ghost town, but in our climate, the wood-framed buildings quickly rotted and trees began to grow in the pastures and open land until a mature forest now occupies the site. Whenever just like nature just like takes something back. Yeah, you know like takes over it freaks me the fuck out like I'm for it. I support it. Yeah, sure. Take what you got to take back. Take everything if you want to. It's a it's a spooky spoopy body of water. It's no like linear or witch who wants to take a town with her to her grave, but would you dive in feet first? Hannah Cranagh. No, Hannah Cranagh. Hannah Cranagh is my favorite morbid episode. Hannah Cranagh is a great one. It was so fun. Yeah. Anyway, keep it weird, but not so weird that you've been swimming for 28 summers in a lake that may have bodies in it, been driving past a serial killer dumping ground, touched a friggin' hotel dock post with your

feet and it was all covered in seaweed and it traumatized you, and the nap takes you to an abandoned insane asylum 13 minutes away from you that you didn't know existed. Damn. Yeah, that's a lot. That's a lot in one summer, Megan. That's a good one, though. Now I want to look up Lake Desolation and I want to like learn more about it. Maybe next Spooky Lakes, we'll cover it.

Yeah, maybe we can. Brought to you by Megan. Brought to you by Megan. Yeah. I also want to try, I always wanted to try that like Randa or whatever it is. I wonder, is it still a thing? I think it is. Let's try it. I mean, I imagine it is. Let's try it. And like a safe way. I don't know. You know, you know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I'm saying.

So I'm going to read listener tales, shadow people, spooky headlights and mystery. Oh my! Oh my! Hi, Ash and Alaina. Please see the attached pote-a-fou and photos. One attachment is my rendering of the ghost, we say. One is us on the ferry, me on the ferry, the cabin in question, and the fire pit. Wish I took more. Who'da thunk?

I'd need them. Smiley face. I hope you love this story and I'd cry the happiest of tears if you ever read it. Much love from Washington State. And I don't know if I can say your name so I'm going to wait. I think you can. I think I can. Yeah, you can. So I'm going to say Katie and Cody and Maddie.

Yeah. Yay. So many E's. I like it. Hello, you wonderful land mermaids of Morbidness. Thank you. You're like Leslie Knope. Yeah. Yay. So many E's. I like it. Hello, you wonderful land mermaids of Morbidness. Thank you. You're like Leslie Knope. That was amazing. That was really good. Longtime listener, like I found your podcast back in the underwater days and still re-listen to those episodes when I run out of new ones. You two honestly bring comfort to the creepy and I know I'm not alone in that giant thank you that you both deserve. Thank you. Thanks.

My name is Katie, pronounce Katie. Feel free to use my name because how fucking cool would that be? Pretty fucking cool. It's like catty heron. That's what I thought of. This story involves myself and my boyfriend at the time, now fiance. Hopefully never ex-husband Cody. Never ever. This listener tale happened a couple of years ago and somehow after saying, wow, I should send my story in a trillion times, I finally am. Yay. I'm not a writer or a great editor for that fact, so feel free to slim this story as you see fit. And you know your girl has attached a double space, put a foot, queen. This is the tale of creepy headlights, a shadow figure, and a whole campsite disappearing

right before our eyes. It's a doozy. My boyfriend Cody and I were heading a couple of hours away into the woods, a recipe for pure fun, clean fun, to celebrate my 32nd birthday at a cute little cabin. This was the first full year of COVID, and what better way to celebrate than puzzles and smooching in the mountain air? We left our home in Eastern Washington with our geriatric dog, Child Maddie, who just left us in January after 16 wonderful years together.

I'm sorry. and headed a couple hours north to stay the night with my mom before heading to the cabin the next morning. The drive was going perfect. I was being the ultimate passenger princess and bought us iced coffee and the playlist was giving, as the youth say. About halfway through the drive, we had to take a ferry across a large river, which is always my favorite part. No one else was on the ferry, which takes about 15 minutes to get over the river and

another 15 at best to get back to pick up more cars. Important details there. This ferry is tiny. Damn tiny. Holds three cars at best tiny. We were the only car on at the time and no cars were waiting on the other side, which again would be at least 30 minutes for the ferry to pick them up and get them across. Remember that. We finally reach on the other side and the ferry guy lets us off. We depart the ferry and our cell signal was instantly

lost. Just for context, the nearest town is about 45 minutes from the ferry crossing and pure no signal mountain driving. I have my downloaded Spotify playlist ready. After about 15 minutes of driving, it was dark as could be and I was rocking out to some 90s tunes. As you should be. Brilliant. Cody is being a safe, diligent driver and not bopping along with me. That's fine. We can't all be fun all the time. The moon is covered by clouds and there are no street lamps. Just pure dark sky ahead of us. I peep the rear view mirror and see headlights far behind us. No cars could be there, I thought, not unless they drove a zillion miles an hour after entering

the ferry. Like I said, it was at least 30 minutes for more cars to be picked up and brought to our side. So what the fuck? I comment to Cody that it's strange to have a car behind us and he agrees. I feel slight unease because I'm an overthinking bish who assumes the worst. You gotta be. You really have to be. In this day and age, you have to be an overthinking bish. In this economy. Yeah. Just assume the worst and be

really happy if that doesn't happen. Yeah. I try to shrug the feeling off, but my tummy has been activated with anxiety. The car stays far behind us for a while, then starts to get closer. Finally, it's right behind us. Now, my family had a run-in when I was a kid where my parents and I were driving over a mountain, and a car tried to shove us off the road three times before they themselves crashed. Damn. Fuck. I have deep anxiety with mystery cars and mountains. I don't fucking blame you. I do too now.

I keep my eyes on the road and my elderly dog child in my arms. Suddenly, I see something dark in front of us. This took all of one split second, but I will never forget it and hope I can even explain it. A large round object, now lovingly called the ghost. I was in front of us. It was in front of us.

I truly thought it was a bear, but it looked like a void of some sort. Round yet jagged, hallow yet so deep. I slam my imaginary passenger side brake. I'm always doing that. I did that to you yesterday. And gently say to Cody, bear, bear, bear. But as I say it, I realized nothing is there. Nothing was there. Did I just make up a whole event in my head? Feeling silly for yelling out, bear. I look over at Cody and see his eyes are damn wet.

Glossy little eyeballs. This only happens when he is very scared, like watching Nuke's top five alone at 2 a.m. scared. He says nothing. I look behind me and the headlights and car are gone. I look to my left at my wet eyed man friend and he says, eyes not moving off the road and knuckles white. Did you see it too?

I gently reply, the bear? Even though I knew in that moment it was not a bear. No, he replies, still being a little too quiet for my anxious brain. The dark thing, the black deep hole. I will attach my rendering drawn moments after the event, just titled in my iPhone Notes app as GHOST. And it's like question mark explanation. Ghost?

What? We slow down a bit, realizing there has been no turnoff for miles and where the fuck did the car go behind us? If it was a bear, did they end up hitting it or worse? I never saw a crash, no headlights on the side of the road. We continue the slow drive, no music, no giggles and no chatting. I was thankful in that moment that Maddie was mostly deaf by this 14 year of one year of her life and was blissfully unaware of the stress we were feeling. But he was just straight by that. Yeah, Maddie said, I don't care. This is fun. She said

I'm almost on my way out. It was another few hours to get to my mom's house. We tell her everything. She isn't big into spooky stuff and says it was just our sleepy eyes. Mother, I am 32, not 92. My eyes are not yet that sleepy at 7 p.m. I mean, I'm 35 now, so they definitely are. I was going to say mine are. We kind of forget the ordeal, brush it off as a weird night of events and all. and the next day we leave Maddie with my mom and drive up to the cabin. To paint this picture, as it will come in super big in a couple moments, the cabin is in a very old, very run-down, yet ever so perfect camping resort. A couple cabins, a tiny little restaurant that doubles as the check-in desk, store, coffee station, thrift bookshop, some boats for rent, and so on. I love the sounds

of this. I want to go to there. It is old and it is perfect. We rented the cabin at the very end of the resort loop overlooking the other cabins, all like eight of them, and restaurant. From our campsite we see families making s'mores over their fire pits. We have an RV somewhat close behind us with people laughing and talking and playing games. Their low laughter and talking feel comforting to me. We hear music playing and kids laughing and dads cursing at fish they cannot catch. I am deep in my happy place. It really does.

This makes me be like, okay, I can do this. We set up our fire pit, pull out the pre-downloaded music and scary stories from Reddit to tell after dark, and prepare for a fun night. We do puzzles, make coffee, get cozy, and sleep. The first night was indeed bliss. And it sounds like fucking bliss. The next morning, everything is the same. It's a Saturday in mid-October. It's not even summer, this is better for you. And it's misty and cold and beautiful. I want that. The families are waking up and making coffee over their fire pits. Why are you making this sound so delectable? I just need to be here. People are renting boats

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I have nothing to hide. My life is in the balance and it shouldn't be. I just want people to go back to who the victim is in this. It's not her. Listen to episodes of Karen, the retrial, exclusively and ad free on Wondery Plus. We get in our little rickety boat that has a tiny leak and Cody starts to row us away. The lake is small, with lots of little beaches to stop at and wildlife to see. We row the entire lake, which took maybe two hours and was so wonderful. I just sat there painting him a sketchbook and drinking somewhat warm PBR. Oh, that's great.

Cody tried to catch a fish between rowing. When we had left with the boat, we passed by our cabin and as we rode, we saw the RV of people sitting by the fire, drinking beer and playing a ball toss game. This would be close to 4 p.m. After a couple hours, we're renting in the, we're ending in the same spot and it's getting dark. I mentioned in passing conversation to Cody

that I no longer see their fire from the RV and he comments that they were up late last night and must have turned into bed early. It's like 7 p.m. my dude. Who are they? My mom's version of me? We get back to land and Cody drops me off in front of our cabin while he docks the boat before dinner. I sit outside and finish my beer on our little old little dock. He meets up with me about 10 minutes later and says dinner is cancelled. No one was at the restaurant. This was a Saturday and they were open until 9pm as the lady earlier that day told us. I was bummed because fish and chips were my main focus of the trip. I researched food reviews for like a week before we got there. We chit-chatted

about why they would close when it was a Saturday night and busy. He said there was no note on the front door, but everything was dark. But oh well, we made our fire and had hot dogs and s'mores. By this time it's dark, at least 7pm or later. We started telling spooky stories to each other, just like the night before, and I loved watching my boyfriend get all wet-eyed and scared again. He keeps getting spooked out by the sounds in the woods around us. But in the middle of my story about the Goat Man, because who doesn't love the Goat Man story, Cody hushes me and I was getting all prepared to make a do not ever hush me sir rant. But his eyes

and tone made me hold my sass back for a moment. I asked what was wrong. Was it an angry duckling or a rabid beaver we saw while boating? He says, I haven't heard anyone since we got back tonight. Have you? No, I say but so what I like the piece my positivity had zero place in this conversation I think babe when we left there were so many people it was busy. The restaurant was open fires were going look around No one's here. No smoke from burnt-out fire pits. The lights are all off So I do look around, and I realize not one fire is going, not one person is talking, not one light is on. The RV is even gone. Where did they leave? When did they leave? They would have had to drive past

our cabin on their way out. They were here when we returned from boating. The cars are gone, everyone's gone. But that can't be right. Checkout was hours ago, and everyone was still here way after that, I say. Now let me preface this, with my boyfriend and I love anything that gives us chills and what-eyes. We love a good spooky. We fall asleep to scary videos. We are the weirdos, mister.

Yes. But this felt bad. He's... Oh, I don't like that. I hate this. Imagine everybody just fucking disappearing. Just gone. Like, like inexplicably gone.

Ugh. He slowly gets up and says to me while trying to play cool, I'm cold anyway, you know? Let's put the fire out for now and do something fun inside. In the safety of the indoors. He walks the ten feet to the waterfront to grab our giant bucket and starts to put out the fire. I decide to get the lights on inside and fire going in the fireplace. When walking from the fire pit to the front door, I hear twigs cracking from ahead of me. I can't see anything. The moon is so covered and it's just darkness. So I race back to the fire and Cody. He's being more frantic than I'd like to putting this fire out. What started as basic speed of walking for water has turned into him running from

waterfront to fire pit in mere seconds. I call out to him and tell him about the twigs I heard. I know Katie, he says. I heard it before while we were telling stories. I didn't want to scare you. Please go inside. I ran instead. I ran inside because you don't need to tell me twice. I mean, he did actually, but whatever. We locked the front door, which was barely a real door at best and a piece of plywood at worst. Cody grabs knives, hammers and other heavy items and places them by the door in the table. Just in case, he says, super comforting. But lo and behold, I was addicted to nicotine at 32. At around 9pm, my addiction tells my brain that it's totally fine to go outside, totally safe. Oh god. What's the worst that could happen?

So much. I step out to the front porch to light a cigarette. Cody stands in the door because he's a highly supportive man. As he told me this is not the time to crave tobacco and a stern dad voice and watched over me with a grumpy look. I got two drags in and heard not just a crack of twigs, but a full on thud from about 10 feet in front of me in the darkness. That made my skin go all goose bumpy, but I didn't move. I couldn't move. Oh my god. Then the sound of very fast. No, this is a nightmare to me. Nightmare,

nightmare, nightmare. Then the sound of very fast, increasingly loud running starts towards me from where the thought I thought I had heard was It's the running for me never never want to hear running in the forest walking slowly. Not really scared Not all your full-blown running. I'm not into it. Fuck. I'm not into it Cody yells at me to get inside now I threw my cigarette into my coffee cup because safety first duh and started and darted back inside Cody quickly locks the door and put a chair in front of it and said I was not to leave again. I was not about to disagree. I was pretty sure I needed to change my underwear at that point. One more thing about my boyfriend,

he can sleep anywhere, anytime, through anything. And he fell asleep on the tiny cabin couch minutes after this happened. I would have, I would have murdered him myself. Somehow forgetting the events that just took place. Okay, this is fine. This is totally fine. I don't want to call my, I don't want to call my mom and say, mom, pick me up or being hunted. Not at all. Not that I could call without any service, cell service. I made a fire in the wood stove and laid my painting supplies out. I turned on my Spotify playlist for sad indie girls who cry a lot and started painting by firelight. I know the one. Now this is my jam. I love that. You got it. The thoughts of what was happening outside and where the fuck did everyone go were leaving me. I happily painted trees

and listened to Fleet Foxes until I was brought back to my current reality by a loud, insanely loud bang at the front door about five feet from me. It shook the whole cabin. It made my paint water ripple and made my throat clench, but it did not wake up Cody. That's such man shit. I sit up off the floor, grab my knife, and lean over to him as quiet yet stern as possible. Cody, Cody, Cody, wake up. Cody, wake the actual fuck up. He finally does. And in a groggy state, sees my eyes filled with tears. Something just banged on the door, dude. It shook the whole house. I whispered him. Sounds like the strangers. He jumps up and grabs a knife next to him. Now we do not know how to use knives,

and I'm a hundred thousand percent sure in an event where we had to, we would wait too long to use them and just be unalived by whatever was coming at us. I get that. But the false sense of security was much needed. The reality of our situation sets in. We're alone.

We have no cell service. We are not built for survival under anything other than comfy circumstances. What the fuck do we do? We debate if we should go outside, stay inside, or if we just leave. Just so you all know, leaving was a thousand percent always an option. Our car was right outside. Full tank of gas. Snacks in the glove compartment. Why we didn't take that is beyond me now. That's always so scary though, like trying like, it, snacks in the glove compartment. Why we didn't take that is beyond me now. That's always so scary though, like trying, like it's like in the horror movie where you're like, get in your car, get in your car. But sometimes that's how the killer thinks you're thinking.

And they've already slashed your tires and now you're just a sitting duck in your car. And you paid for this apartment, like I get it. You pay for a fucking cabin. You're such a capricorn. Yeah, you pay for a cabin. You're like, I don't know, I fucking abandoned this right now. We paid for this night. Wow. Why are we leaving? At that point, I would not be thinking at all.

That would be my first thought. I'd be like, I'm calling for a reimbursement since we were hunted down. Since we were hunted in the middle of the night. Hi, we were hunted. Could we please get 100% of this trip money back? Well, the good news is, there was no more banging after that one.

That's good. Luckily. We decided the best thing we could do is just go to bed. Remember, Cody could sleep anywhere, like in a haunted house where the ghosts only come out when someone falls asleep. He would fall asleep just fine. We put the knives by our bedside tables and laid down. Bam. He was asleep. I laid awake all night. I'm sure. I know you think this has to be the end, and I promise it almost is, but not before this last part, the cherry on top of this shit show, now lovingly known as my favorite birthday ever. We woke up super early the next morning and packed and cleaned our cabins up. I didn't want to be charged a cleaning fee, even when fearing for our life, you know?

Are you also a cabicor? What time can we leave? Cody asked me. The woman said by 11, but she'd be here by 8 a.m., so we can leave now, honestly. We went outside and saw no one again. We walked a two minutes walk to the restaurant front desk. No one was there. It was around 930 a.m. at this point, but no one was there. The lady told me to come in before 11 a.m. Girl, here I am. We still had to pay for our boat rental. We had the keys to return. Not one sign of life was anywhere.

It's so fucking weird. The sign on the door still did not say closed, but not one sign of life was anywhere. The sign on the door still did not say closed, but it was locked. We walk around the sites of other cabins, the ones that had happy families and giant fires the day before, and no one was there. We decided to leave our keys in the drop box with our phone number to make payment for the rental, and yeeted out of there so fast. On our drive back to my mom's to pick up Maddie about an hour and a half away, we tried to make sense of the night before. But we couldn't. None of it made sense. I then said something that I wish I hadn't out loud. Cody, did

something happen to us after the ferry? Was any of this real anymore, or are we in some weird limbo? He didn't have an answer. Regardless, we get back to my mom's, explain what happened, and she shrugged it off as maybe being COVID related. She's like, I don't know, it's the Roni bet. That is mom shit. Why couldn't she dive into the spookiness with us? Come on, mom, no logic right now. I don't even know if that's logical. To end this story on another creepy note, we did start researching what I had seen, and it turns out a lot of people had seen what I had seen. Deep, dark, empty black masses that give you a feeling of doom and despair. Shortly after this incident, my boyfriend had a mental health crisis and abruptly left

and lived in the woods alone for three months. After lots of therapy and healing, he came out stronger, we came out stronger together. I'm glad to hear that. But sometimes I wonder if this experience did something to him. His feeling of hopelessness and sadness that almost ended him were a lot of a lot of what I read about these figures. But this ends on a happy note y'all. And that is the end of my story. It's been a couple of years and regardless of that event, I booked another trip to the same cabin for this fall as well. Because we're getting married. It wanted to be, wanted to really pack a punch in the creepy department. We've never seen another shadow figure.

The banging didn't follow us home. So I guess all is well. I did start researching what I'd seen and it turns out a lot of other people had seen it. So keep it weird, but not so weird. You almost crash into a shadow figure, take on its its sadness lose a shit ton of humans from sight and can Never explain it again You went back

You went back to the hell dimension What I think something happened to you and I think you're I think it's like calling you back now I don't think you have free will anymore Katie. Oh my god. You guys are adorable. I want to see the ghost you have free will anymore, Katie. Oh my god, you guys are adorable. Oh, I want to see. Hold on. The ghost. The ghost? The ghost? I love the question. We'll post these, don't worry. That's so scary. Oh, you guys are so cute. You guys are adorable. Oh, I love you guys. Oh my god, and your dog, Maddie. Maddie. Imagine that cabin, that happening. Did you see the cabin? Yeah. Fuck that. That's intense, Katie. That's intense, Katie. That's wild, Katie. What a good story, though. That was scary. I think we have time for one more.

Thinking of like a whole resort just disappearing. Like, why? I love that. That's terrifying. That's so scary. Yeah. That was genuinely so scary. That was a good one. That one had really good, like summer vibes. Yeah, it did, even though it was in October. It had good like summer slasher vibes. Yeah, sometimes October's still warm. You never know.

Alright, this next one is just called Listener Tale Submission. Hi, please enjoy my Listener Tale Submission. Mysterious. As per what seems to be your preference, I have attached a double-spaced 12-point puttifa. I think that's how you spell it. It is. Well done. It is nine pages long, so it goes without saying that if you need to cut anything out please feel free. No. I've attached a sketch of our campsite as well as photos of all of us and the few things I have that show what the campsite looked like. Anyway, please enjoy the one time me and a few of my friends almost died in the middle of the night while camping, aka the plotline to the most basic horror

film ever. But some of the best. Some of the best. Alright, ready? Hi, morbid girlies. I would like to start off this listener tale as everyone does with endless flattery. Cue fangirling. My name is, please say my name, Kelsey. Kelsey! Kelsey.

We love you. And I was put onto your show by my boyfriend, Jake. Jake! We can say his name. We love you too. We love Jake. We love Kelsey. We love Kelsey and Jake. Yeah. Cake. We probably read this name. We love you too. We love Jake. We love Kelsey. We love Kelsey and Jake.

Yeah. Cake. We probably read this story. Jake, cake. Sorry, that almost got lost on me. Or Jelsi. Jelsi. Jelsi and cake.

Jelsi. I like it a lot. It's great. Well, Jake probably read this story a gajillion times before I sent it in order to make my ADHD ramblings make sense. Also Ash, I am an Aquarius. If that says anything about how this listener tale is about to go, hee-hee. Does it? I'm in an astrology class right that says anything about how this listener tale is about to go, hee hee. Does it?

I'm in an astrology class right now, so I'll let you know. The first time Jake and I ever listened to you guys, we were actually on a five hour road trip and I listened to four episodes back to back and just giggled along to your commentary. And yes, I have sent a photo of the two of us for your viewing pleasure. You guys are really cute. You are. I'm pretty sure those episodes were the leaf killer episodes, which have fucking haunted

me ever since. Holy shit. Those ones were rough. Yeah. I'm in college and work a student job in a warehouse where I sit alone in silence for eight hour shifts, so having you guys listen to really makes time fly and feels like I have two friends hanging out spilling the tea. You do. When true crime news pops up now, especially with the Idaho murders, Jake always makes it a point to ask what my morbid girlies had to say about it. Everyone always will say that to their partners. They're like, what do your girls have to say? What do you girls have to say about it? Anyway, I will get onto the story now, but please do your thing. Keep doing your thing. Thanks. I've changed all the names in the story beside my own, as well as tweaked some details that aren't really relevant to the story in order

to keep everybody out of trouble and keep this mostly anonymous. Please buckle up because this is long and I know you never shorten a story but please feel free to if you need to. Okay let me set the scene for you. It's midsummer of 2021. I'm from Iowa and I had come home from college to work for the summer at what can be considered a summer camp of sorts that was focused on teaching kids water sports. Hell yeah. The staff for this camp was relatively small so we were all pretty close-knit. Most of the instructors had either grown up in the area or had grown up vacationing in the area, so we all knew each other pretty well. Each year, the instructors hosted an instructor campout. The term campout can be used super loosely here.

In years past, this could mean literally anything ranging from a mini-golf tournament to partying at somebody's cabin or even drinking out in the middle of a random cornfield. Damn. Yeah, you read that right. I said drinking in a cornfield. Remember? It's very Freddie versus Jason. It's Freddie versus Jason for sure. Remember how I said I was from Iowa? Yeah. I meant like a real tiny town in Iowa. Cornfields.

Cornfields and such. To give you a better idea of what I mean, the town I grew up in had a population of 2700 people. Holy shit. I graduated with a class of 100 kids. Whoa. That's very small. I knew every single person I went to high school with. I was just gonna say you knew everyone.

And what their mother did for a living. Holy shit. We're talking about drive your tractor to school day rural. Drive your tractor to school day? That's my kind of rural. I wanna go there. That is my kind of rural. I want to go there That is my kind of rural barely any light pollution at night So things are dark at night and it is very quiet, but the sky must be so pretty

Yeah, and the corn and the corn let's just glow in the moonlight Now remember I mentioned water sports. This is because our town is located on a series of large blue water lakes, which are all fed by wetlands and smaller lakes in the region. I got through that. You did. This particular year, it was decided that we should actually- You spoke too soon. I know.

This particular year, it was decided that we should actually camp out for the instructor camp out. All of us were at least moderately comfortable with the outdoors, so we were excited. We picked a little lake that was about five miles outside of town. I've attached a sketch to the email

of the general setup of the lake and the drive-in area for reference for what I am about to describe, so you can get a general sense of what everything looked like. Basically, you drove in on a long one-lane gravel road. One lane is always not good. When it's one lane, it freaks me out. Yeah, I don't like it. No room to turn around. I need a way in and a way out. Yeah. Surrounded by tall old growth trees that ran all the way up to the border of the lake. Then you took a 90 degree turn to proceed another half mile and end in a small parking area and boat ramp. That's desolate.

That is that's lake desolation. That's lake desolation. We wanted to be near the lake but have quick access to the road just in case so we decided to camp in a small clearing that was just past the turn in the road. The clearing had a bunch of tall grass and a large dead tree in between where we set up camp in the lake. Tall grass. Ticks. And murderous. I was just going to say and spooky people. And ghosts. Yeah. And corn. All of that. And corn. And also corn. We got to the lake around six or seven o'clock just as the sun was beginning to set. We were all coming from different places so we all came in with separate cars and parked in the little parking lot and just walked down to the campsite.

In total there were 8 of us, me, Maya, Ella, Chad, David, Blake, Beck and Caleb. My friend Maya didn't actually work with us but I asked her to come along on the campout because this summer I was working 2 jobs, meaning 13 hour work days and a little time to see her. Everything started off totally fine. We met in the parking lot and decided we should have one car next to the campsite to have all of our supplies in. So we packed my jeep full of our tents, lawn chairs, drinks, snacks, s'mores, etc. and drove down to the campsite to set everything up. I parked my car so that the back end was facing the campsite and the front was to the road so we could easily drive out of there if need be. Smart. We flattened out the tall grass and set up

three tents, which should be enough for the six of us, for sure, who were going to stay there all night. A couple didn't want to stay, and that was cool. After having… It's cool, man. It's totally cool, man. You don't have to say… Survival instinct, I get it. Survival instinct kicking in, yeah. After having Beck, the only truly outdoorsy guy in our group, spend like an hour showing our dumbasses how to put up tents, we got a fire started and

hung out. Honestly, it was a blast. I've never laughed so hard, and we were all genuinely having a good time. More than a few alcoholic beverages were consumed, and even more stupid dares were carried out. We were really just a bunch of fucking idiots out in the middle of nowhere getting drunk and not causing anybody any trouble. That sounds amazing. It does. To be honest. I want to go to there. Maybe not to there, but I'd like to do it.

We did all the traditional camping stuff like toasting s'mores and telling spooky stories, especially about flesh pedestrians, because that had recently made an appearance on all of our TikTok For You pages. But looking back on this, knowing what I do know about our fleshy pedpals, this was dumb. This was dumb. This was dumb. our fleshy ped pals, this was dumb. This was dumb. Our fleshy ped pals. I like that. About the time things were winding down, Chad's girlfriend Leah decided to join us. This was because I brought Maya along and she hadn't realized it was truly, it wasn't just truly an employees only situation. We all like her, so it was no big deal. But it definitely messed up the sleeping situation. Of the three tents we had, Maya and I were supposed to be in one.

Chad, his brother David, and Beck were supposed to be in the middle tent, and Ella was supposed to be in the third tent, furthest from the road. Well, because Chad's girlfriend joined us, Beck decided that because he was still sober and didn't want to stay in the tent with the couple, he was just going to drive home. Maya and I, having consumed a few too many bevruginos, were the first two to hit the hay. And we crashed in our tent, which was nearest to the car and the road. The rest of us stayed up a little while longer until David needed to go to bed, so he took the single tent that Ella was originally going to sleep in. It was around that time that Beck decided to leave, taking Caleb and Blake

with him down to the parking lot. They were the two that weren't originally going to stay and taking Ella to her car. She wasn't in any condition to drive, but David was in her tent and she didn't want to sleep in the same tent as Chad and his girlfriend, so she decided to crash in her car. This left four of the original eight in the campsite, five total counting Leah, David, Maya, and I all passed out in our respective tents, and Chad and Leah were still awake sitting by the campfire. 3AM hits, and this is when shit starts to get weird. Of course it is.

3AM. Chad's starting to fall asleep in his chair by the fire, but Leah's still awake and on her phone. At 3AM on the dot, which I am now told is the witching hour, yikes, yikes, this strange noise happens. Chad said this noise was so bone chilling and raised all the goosebumps on his body, so he was violently sitting instantly awake and sober, looking at Leah to see if she also heard the noise. She had and was sitting frozen, staring

in the direction of the sound. Suddenly the noise happens again, but much closer, and moving closer from the direction of the lake. The noise happens a third time. This time Chad remembers within a dozen feet or so of the camp, and they're both on their feet to get the fuck out of there. When telling the story later, they couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made them know for sure the noise meant that they needed to run, but they just said it was instinctual. They put out the fire and start screaming for the rest of us to wake up, while Leah grabs her keys and they sprint to their car. I have to give them props for the thought of us to wake up, while Lia grabs her keys and they sprint to their car.

I have to give them props for the thought of trying to wake us up, but the three of us all were sleeping like the dead, so one or two shouts were not going to do much. A lot of others were just like, wake up, bye! Wake up, bye, we're fucking out of here! Drive by. I vaguely remember slightly waking up and hearing Chad say, let's get the fuck out of here to Lia before he slammed her car door and they sped off the road. Wow.

Now, before you guys say wow, those are some sucky friends leaving you there to fight for yourselves, like my boyfriend and every person after said when I told them the story, just wait until the end of this story where I've provided a recording of the sound so you can decide for yourself if you would have stuck around. Personally, I would have ran too. Wow. That's what this person says. After that, I was kind of in a sleep haze, like halfway between sleep and awake, where I was thinking there was no reason to really wake up, because whatever was happening would definitely be told to me at breakfast the next morning. She's like, this is fun. She's like, they'll catch me up. I then heard slow footsteps right outside

of our tent, but assumed it was probably just Beck putting out the fire. Remember, I had gone to bed before knowing that Beck and the rest had already left. I rolled over and looked over at Maya, who was also awake, and also heard the footsteps. She got up and went for the zipper of the tent opening to check what was going on, but I all of a sudden got a really bad feeling and stopped her. She just looked at me. She told me later she had the same bad feeling, and we both just laid back down, listened to the footsteps recede and went back to sleep. How are you just going to sleep? You guys are brave.

Everybody's just going to sleep. Yeah. I've never gone. Last story, Cody's just going to sleep. Yeah, I can barely go to sleep in my home. If something fucks me up in the middle of the night, like if I- A bad dream even? Even if I have a bad dream where I get startled awake and I think, because you know those

dreams where you wake up and you're like, -"Was that real?" -"Was that in the house or was that a dream?" -"Yeah." -"Did I hear that sound or was that my head?" -"Yep." -"If that happens to me, I guess we're just staying up all night." -"I'm done." -"Like, I'm awake. I'm downstairs. The kids come down in the morning and I'm like, -"Hello, children." -"Good morning."

-"I've been awake for eight hours." Like, I'm... No. So if this is happening to me in a tent Fuck that. What do you do? Where do you go? Fuck that I sit up. I sit up and I stare at that at that zipper I would do it. I will it to stay closed. Yeah, I will the Sun to come up fair. Yeah fair That's what I do. That's what I would do too. Well around 4 a.m. We woke up to our phones blowing up It was Chad. I woke up to our phones blowing up. It was Chad I woke up to 26 missed phone calls from him. Chad was really trying to warn them

He was like, I'm really trying to get you guys on there I woke up to 26 missed calls from him all with panicked voicemails telling us we needed to get the fuck out of there He tried I finally answered him and he poorly explained the situation in the most panicked way possible Thinking it might be a friend of ours out there messing with us or maybe an axe murderer or something. Yeah, you know, but essentially that we needed to get in my car and get out of there right now. Maya and I took a moment to gather our strength and the only weapons we could find in our tent, which were literal s'mores skewers. I mean, that'll do it. Yeah, depending on what kind of skewers. Yeah, that's true. The one ones go for the eyes, I guess I was going

to say and you get distance with those. That's true. That wooden ones go for the eyes, I guess. I was going to say, and you get distance with those. That's true. That's why like a golf club or something is really good to have because you create distance. A golf club is good because it has that like heavy end so you can swing it, but a baseball bat I feel like isn't great because they can just grab it. Yeah, that's true. Same thing with a golf club, but at least it's a little heavier. Yeah.

Well, we made a mad dash to my car. Yeah, we've actually talked about this a lot. I've never whipped out of anywhere so fast in my entire life. Think Dukes of Hazard style, yeeting down this gravel road. The entire drive felt like a horror movie. The ass out of her jean shorts. Yeah, literally. Just angley duking it. Just out of here. As I just knew someone was going to jump out from the dense trees by the road in the dark and kill us or something. I don't know. I was freaked out. I think you were correct. After Maya and I calmed down a little and eventually made it into town, we called Chad

back to let him know we're okay. What was his response? Chad. Chad, we're all right. What was his response? How was it? How's David? In our absolute panic to escape that ax murderer, flussed pedestrian demon thing that Chad had heard, we had forgotten about his brother David, who was now the only one left at the campsite and in the furthest tent from the road. Maya and I looked at each other and shit a brick. Chad wanted us to go back there to get David. Chad, you can go back there and get

David. I'm sorry, Chad. That's your brother. Ultimately, and with an animated display of our vocabulary, we let him know that David is his brother. And not as much as we like him. There was no way in hell we were going back there. Especially after Chad just left us there to fend for ourselves just over an hour before. Thank you. What does Chad think he is? Also, you left your brother. You left us and your brother. You left your friends, you left your brother, and now you're like, go get my brother for me. You go back to that campsite getting your brother. Motherf you left your friends, you left your brother, and now you're like, go get my brother for me. You go get your brother. You go back to that campsite and get your brother. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Go get your brother, motherfucker. Chad did not want to

go back there with just his girlfriend. You're a bad brother, Chad. So he ended up having to wake up his mom to help him. Chad. Chad, you're being a pussy. Chad, that's pussy moves right there. They both went to the campsite. What a bitch, Chad. Bitch made. I'm not saying I would go back there, but I do love my brother. I would go back there for my sister. Thank you. Which one? Only this one. Just kidding, we would go back for the others. Of course. At least one of them. Yeah. They both went back to the campsite and grabbed David. It also grabbed Ella, who was still passed out in her car clueless to everything going on. The following Monday at work, one as you would expect it to, we were all talking, talk about like team building. Although did you guys do great at it? Not

really. It seems like you guys failed at team building. It was actually just like a higher up at the camp being like, let's see how this works. And being like, wow, so you guys are really gonna. You guys are bad on emergencies. Yeah, you'll just scatter, I guess. Well, we were talking about the camp out over lunch and doing the typical debrief, you know, to laugh about everything that had happened when the whole Chad heard a noise situation came back up. We all gave him a good amount of shit and we were gonna write it off until I said, well, it was a good thing that Beck stuck around to at least put out the fire. Every single set of eyes in the room looked at me in confusion. Remember, I had gone to bed before Beck and the rest of the group had left, and both Maya and I heard those footsteps. After a few minutes of going back through when everyone left and how

the sequence of events played out along that timeline, we realized that at that time, that someone or something stalking around outside of our tent. The only people in the entire campsite from our group would have been me and Maya in our tent, and David, who was passed out on the other side of the camp. Yeah, that's fucked up. Safe to say this realization freaked us the fuck out, especially because Maya was seconds away from leaving the tent and investigating until we both listened to our gut

and just went back to sleep for a while. Honestly, I am. I'm not psyched and just went back to sleep for a while. Honestly, I am. I'm not psyched that you went back to sleep, but I'm glad you did not go out and investigate. Yeah, and I guess like you probably don't snore because whoever that was would have come in and killed you if they heard you. In the days, weeks and months following, all of us tried to rationalize what Chad heard and the footsteps Maya and I heard, but none of us could come up with a solid answer.

Some of the guys thought maybe it was some of our older campers messing with us. Some of us really believed it to be a flesh pedestrian. Some of us thought it might have been Chad tweaking out and making the whole thing up. And some even thought it might have been some farmer on the neighboring lands that didn't appreciate us being so loud, so they came to mess with us. I hope that's it. This story, honestly I do too, it's Farmer John. It is. This story became the bonfire story of all of them, which brought a lot of outside input of what it might have been, and one theory in particular is worth mentioning. The lake we camped on is said to be haunted by

the Native Americans that once lived on the land. I don't think I have to tell you guys that the murder of one person, let alone almost 40 people, can leave an area haunted as fuck. But because of this, the inexplicable bad vibes that Chad and Leah got when they heard that noise at witching hour nonetheless, at a spot once inhabited by the natives at one time, our location being less than 5 miles from a massacre site, and given the small lake that we were next to as a wetland tributary to a lake named after a native spirit, I was convinced that this was what we heard that night. There's something going on there.

Until yesterday. Oh. Well, ladies, we finally get to why I decided after almost two full years to send this story in for a listener tale. Last night, I got an Instagram DM from Chad. Oh, scary. Chad. Getting a late night DM from a man named Chad is the scariest thing one could possibly experience.

And I hope you said like, I hope you're taking care of things yourself now, Chad. Yeah, Chad, did you wake up your mind before you said this DM? Well, Chad solved the case of what the fuck was that noise. Okay, Chad, you took care of it. When he came across a post that had the exact noise he and Leah heard approaching him that night,

it was a motherfucking mountain lion. A mountain lion. Yes, we are from Iowa, but mountain lions are not a thing in our area. In fact, the DNR has said that between 1995 and 2021, we only had 30 confirmed cases of mountain lion sightings, as our state has no self-sustaining mountain lion population, and most times they wander on over from the states to the west of us. Chad tells me this and I'm like cool cool cool okay so I'm not being haunted. Turns out mountain lions are opportunistic predators and will eat basically anything they can. You're telling me that this big ass cat came down from the literal motherfucking mountains and walked across a few states just to happen upon our camp and isn't going to see that as an opportunity to be a predator? I'm thinking Idiot's Out Camping was the main entree on his

menu that night. The one thing that we had going for us and why the cat probably didn't approach earlier was that apparently they're deterred by fire. The fire that Chad and Leah had put out before they left. Calm down Smokey the Bear. I know they did the right thing but how scary. So when Maya and I heard those footsteps outside our tent like 15 minutes after they decided to leave and thought that we shouldn't go out there, we made the right call because it was apparently a motherfucking mountain lion just strolling through. I have attached the Instagram DM that Chad sent me so you guys can play the sound and truly know the absolute horror those two must have been in when they heard that noise.

Not once, not twice, but three times moving toward them. I've also attached pictures of us as well as the few pics or videos that I have of our campsite from the blur of that night. Don't post those. Got it. Anyway, that's it for my listener tale. If you guys made it this far and are reading this on the show, please know I have most likely either shit in my pants or passed out from excitement. Probably both. Oh damn, wake up. Wake up. Change your pants. Change your pants. Lastly, shout out to my girl gang for proofreading this for me and hyping me up. To submit it, Ash, I don't think I could ever hold a candle to your skills, so please take it away. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you think that you got haunted by flesh pedestrians,

but really it was just a mountain lion coming to eat you in the middle of the night because you put out a fire. Which is scarier. It is scarier. Because that thing can actually eat you. I want to hear what it sounds like. Yeah, now we got to hear the sound. I don't think I've ever heard a mountain lion scream.

That's fucking terrifying. That sounds like a person screaming. Yeah. That's unsettling. Yeah. That's unsettling. Yeah. And it almost kind of sounds like, like, no. Yeah. I don't like that. Yeah. I don't like my pants too. I probably would have shit my pants. I'm not gonna lie. Yeah. Yeah. No. Why does it make that sound? That's not what I expected a mountain lion to sound like either.

I thought it was going to be like, yeah. I thought it was going to be like deep and guttural and like something like beastly coming at you, but this is just like, wah! Frankly, I don't know what I was expecting. I was expecting guttural and like deep. Yeah, something beastly. Yeah. Damn. You guys have some crazy ass tales. You do. It's crazy. All right. Well, if you want to send your listener tales in, you can send them to morbidpodcast.gmail.com would make sure you put listener tale. Let us know if we can use your name and the pictures and post them and all that good stuff.

Know what we can use and what we can't use. Yeah. And it's time for us to go wash this blood off of us. Yeah, because I'm sticky. I'm so sticky. I'm going to die. So we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird but it's so weird that you don't send us in phenomenal awesome wonderful scary tales.

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