Morbid - Listener Tales 13

Episode Date: May 23, 2020

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey weirdos. I'm Ash, and I'm Alina, and I almost forgot the introduction to Morbid. I always say hey weirdos and then I wait for Elena to talk but I'm supposed to say I'm Ash. Like we're two years into this. Yeah. She's forgetful. I know almost 150 episodes and every time I love it. Like, I saw it happening and I didn't do anything about it.

I love it that much. I know. Yeah. I spoke to a lot of weed before my brain developed. So, that was a problem in my life. Well, you know, it's not a problem is we got a ton of listener tails that we're going to spill all over yet because it ton of listener tails that we're gonna spill all over yet because it's a listener tails episode. I have the teen and it's piping hot bitches.

It's true it's gonna be awesome. We have some really funny ones and we haven't done a listener tails episode in so long. It's been a long time. Some people are like you guys do them too often and actually we just kept forgetting to do another listener episode and had nothing to do with the people that don't like them. No, we were definitely not pandering to the people who don't like them because this is our show. But we also just got into a groove of doing some collabs that kind of, we wanted to make sure we were spreading those in with regular episodes, so we didn't want to do some of the special episodes to take away from the regular episodes. You know, we're just trying.

We're trying. We're trying. Our explanation. We're doing everything we can. But now, we're back. And we don't have much business to get to before the episode. Basically, I'll be really have to say, some of our shows are still being rescheduled, but we just wanted to hold off on like reading all of the dates, because not all of them are locked in yet. So we'd rather just start saying them when they're all locked in. Yeah, so if you have a ticket for a show this year and you're not sure what's going on, just hold off and we are going to let you know

when all the new dates are, we're assuming they're all gonna be at like the end of the year and possibly in the next year. So just hang on, definitely keep an eye out. We're gonna be announcing things on social media on our website and we'll also announce them back on the podcast next week. So yeah, that an eye out. We're gonna be announcing things on social media on our website and we'll also announce them back on the podcast next week. So, yeah, that's basically it.

Well guess what I have. What do you have? A listen to tales. You do? Listen to tales, get you listen to tales here. I'm ready. This one is called Why I Don't Go Camping anymore. A story of Australian, of Australian country town

nightmare fuel. I love all of that because one, I don't love Australia. And two, I love Australia. Yeah, I don't go camping. Annie, who's here with me currently, just like sitting here watching me. I like her. She likes to go camping and her family likes to go camping.

And it's like a little bit of a joke in the family that I don't really like to camp. That Ash goes go camping. You know in the the parent trap what's her fucking name? Meredith. Meredith, I'm Meredith but we'll sub in Aster. You are Meredith camping. All right well this one says, hi you wonderful ladies. I am a huge true crime hot fan. I am a huge my contact Scott dry. I just I am a huge. My contact's got dry. I just turned into a computer.

I am a... She's a world turned into the like voice transcription service. I'm sorry. Alexa. All right. I am a huge true crime pod fan and I was so happy to find you. Before my last long haul flight, my girlfriend Hannah and I live in Australia, but I'm from New York so we visit my family there. I downloaded like a million episodes of Moorbs for the plane and I was in love. Yay! I love when people say Moorbs. I do too. Got the Moorbs.

I love the way you both tell stories and how you celebrate bad assery. You guys are seriously fab. Thanks for being you and bringing moorbs into my daily routine. Oh my god! My name is Danny and this is the story of why I don't go camping anymore because my girlfriend and I almost got murdered, I think. Oh boy, Danny. Gut instincts are so important and now I know that more than ever. I've tried to tell the story to friends and family but I can never express how terrified we were

for our lives in this moment and what it felt like to have that horrible gut feeling. Anyway, here we go. I'm ready, Danny. My partner, Hannah and I were going on a two week long road trip in the middle, two, sorry, two middle Australia in October 2019. Whoa, a whole house was shook.

Did y'all hear that? It was a house just literally was like, dumb. All right. Reson. That was John leaving the house, but that was him leaving the house in a very normal way. He's fucking pissed. But every time he walks out the back door, for some reason that door makes the entire house shake.

Well, you have an old house. So whenever we record and he walks outside to walk my dog, it's always like, did it like the earth shattering? Wow okay. Lattie-dotty-do. I was having, okay so they're going on the last road trip to middle Australia in October because then they were going to go back to New York in November. That sounds awesome. I disagree. I love you guys so much and I hope you had a great road trip but fuck a road trip. But like Australia and New York, there's all kinds of good things happening. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love it. So I was having massive visa immigration problems and was maybe saying goodbye to the country I love before, before potentially being back in

New York for a long-ass time. Oh no. One last Aussie trip for a while. We decided to have one huge road trip before we left to enjoy the red Australian outback. We packed the car full of food and supplies, strapped our tent, and camping mat to the roof of Han's Subaru Forester because we are basic lesbian bitches and headed off to get Ivan Melattid, New Verb. That's actually really funny because Annie and I were talking about how Annie's next car is going to be a Subaru

and Annie also works at a Subaru dealership. Let's be in! I love it. I love it. Leaning. And Ivan Meloted is a great first. Ivan Meloted is great in terrifying all the same stuff. Ivan Meloted. We live in Melbourne. You got Pro!

You got Ivan Meloted! That's terrible. Yeah, that's actually real fucked up. Sorry. We live in Melbourne and we were driving to I'm gonna say this wrong, but Australian people are nice and they don't yell at me. Aluru. Aluru, I like it. Aluru. Aluru. Which is about- Are you right Australian people just be like, you guys are funny. They're like, you are a fucking idiot, but I still love you. I don't know why I made the Southern. I'm so sick. They'll even forgive you for giving them a Southern American Southern outfit. I'm like you're just dumb. Lani Dadoo. Luru is about 1500 miles away. Everybody stop laughing at me. Annie and Alina are just fucking laughing at me. Sorry it's one of those days guys. Most of the perfect listener stories day. It is. Most of the drive is on the Stewart highway where there is nothing but red dirt and dead kangaroos That's really sad. What the fuck?

Why are you laughing at that Annie? It's just red dirt dead kangaroos like shoe That's all you got to look at. Yeah, that's all you got to offer damn It's about 95 to 105 degrees Fahrenheit during the day where we were. So we drove for most of the day in the air-conditioned car and found the least fucked-up spot on the side of the highway to camp for the night. By fucked-up, I mean loads of trectire, tracks, rubbish, and anywhere that looked like a local hangout. These roads are fucking spooky. They're dead quiet except rustling in the bushes and the occasional car on the road. Hannah's much more adventurous than me and I made a rule that we had to camp

in a designated camping area along the highway, or there was at least one car or another camper. This made us feel safe knowing there was a family or other people on their way to Illuru be around because there's zero cell service. Fuck that. Oh, this sounds like the Hitcher. This is why I'm not yet. Does that like that family that he kills. That's the worst. That's why I'm not into Rob trips or camping or Where there's not cell phones is the Hitcher you need a satellite radio if you want to communicate with anyone How would you even communicate with anybody? I'm thinking like serious XM. No, that's not what you said What's a satellite radio?

Like a locky doggy like a two-way. Oh Okay, yes, you need serious X-L I was no when I was reading this I was like so you like you feel like you have company I just like it to you talk to them to great station. Yeah, or Tom had a radio The Lattie-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo. The Lattie-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo- We passed so many abandoned cars on the road that have probably been there for 30 years. Damn! Why did you want to go to this place? So, la la la, it says, I'm here. We're on the trip, we make it to Eluru unharmed, but we really needed a goddamn shower.

All good. We stayed in the Eluru campsite and packed up to go home. Now our mistake was that we got too confident. We had no issues with people, no car troubles, and everything was great. On our way back to Melbourne, we decided to fuck the schedule we made and just find campsites as we went. We drove longer into sunset. It should be known that these roads should never be driven at night. You will hit a roux and fuck up your car and yourself. You'll hit a roux! I don't want to hit a roux! That's not Australian! It's not! Ah! Are my all right?

No. No. You're not good sis. We finally hit the Murray River, which is the river that borders the state of New South Wales in Victoria, where we live. We drove until about 6 p.m. where we realized we really pushed it and needed to find Camp ASAP. We found a campground on the Victorian side of the Murray River, we could throw a stone and it would land in

ASAP Wales. We could also see a town right across the river called Tulebuck. Oh, I love that. The devil's fucking town. Oh, I don't love town. We later started calling this town Tiddybop for a...and she wrote for laws. That gives the laws. For laws, Swabba call it Tittybop. We had a couple more hours of, like, can we name this episode, Tittybop? Yes, we can. We had a couple more hours of lights, so we made a fire, cooked some dinner, and talked about how we'd probably spend two more hours,

the two more nights on the road. Spoiler alert, this is the last night where we spend on the road. This campsite seemed so safe at first. There were people fishing in lights of a town of Tittybop. I threw that in. Tittybop. There's camp sites. There was no one else camping here though, which was one of my campsite break deal breakers, I'm fine. But I let it slide because we were so close to ta-da-bop. There was so much. I can't stop being a insect doing that. There was one way in and one way out of this campsite.

Spooky. The whole time we were around a fire and kept hearing lots of wrestling and noise and overall feelings of being watched. We really thought that this was because we had spent eight days in the most isolated parts of the country that we were just getting used to it again. We were both so on edge as the sunset, but we didn't really talk about it because it was getting too late to find a new campsite. The sun went down, at about 10 pm and we went into our tent.

We started having sex, I don't know if that's too TMI, but I think it maybe had something to do with the suspense or lulls, but facts, you know. Just straight up though. We were in the 10-half naked when all of a sudden a big ass dark blue Jeep turns the down-the-camp site road and drives past our tent. Nope. We tried to talk ourselves out of being spooked. Here's some ideas we threw around. It's probably just a farmer leaving the pub and going home for night. It's not.

It's probably just someone camping late. Nope. I'm sure they will just drive down a dirt track onto one of the paddocks. They absolutely won't. Maybe they're lost. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No way. Finally, we just took out our phones. No. Finally, we took out our phones with spotty cell services. We checked Google Maps and saw that there were no dirt roads or any roads that went out of the campsite. I literally feel my heart racing hasn't typing this out. Fuck me. that went out of the campsite. I literally feel my heart racing hasn't typing this out.

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car showed up. Hannah was driving because girl I'm from New York and driving on the opposite side of the road is scary enough during the day on a paved road. I didn't even think of that. Yeah, fuck that. That's crazy. I would, I can't imagine driving on the opposite side of the road. I was just looking for a tent so that we could tell ourselves it was just somebody camping. Hand was looking for ruse and wombat and I'm looking for a scary Jeep. We got to the very end of the dirt road, dead end, and our headlights barely caught the reflection of the Jeep. This mother-fucking Jeep was parked turned around down an embankment covered with leaves. There were no lights on in the car, no tent, no people near the car. The gut feeling got so much worse.

We knew some shit was up. No glow from a cell phone or a car light, just pitch black. Hannah turned the car around so fast. The whole time we were saying maybe it's just this guy smoking weed or maybe he hired a sex worker or something, but now that was a bad feeling. So as soon as we got back to the campsite, we didn't speak to each other, just packed up the camp in about five minutes. We shittily tied her mat, shittily, shittily. I love that. Shittily tied her mat and tied to the roof and got into the car to drive over the bridge to a taida bop about one minute away. We parked across from the pub where the truckers were sleeping and their trucks and

someone closing, someone was closing the pub for the night. We untied the tent and mat off the roof and retied it so we could actually get the fuck out of Tadebop without our shelter flying away. We were straight terrified. It's 11 p.m. and we have nowhere to go, but we knew we needed to go. As Hannah's tying the tent back onto the roof

as fast as possible, and I'm Googling, Google mapping 24 hour hotels, the fucking Jeep man drives over the tape up bridge. It turns right in front of us. I start whisper. Joyride. It is Joyride. Oh, I can't wait to watch that later.

I started whispering, whisper yelling to hand that he's here. He's going to get us and we have to go now. And I just gripped that goddamn hatchet so tight. I wished it was an axe. This motherfucker slows down as he's driving past us and his windows rolled down and rolled down his windows. Sorry. And he made eye contact with me and then made a left hand turn into the motel. I'll never forget this stupid ass ginger beard and green eyes. We jumped in soupy so fast and got back on the highway. I have never experienced adrenaline like that in my life. We did hit a roof shortly

after. Oh no! For the next two hours, hands stopped at a motel. I got out, we tried to get a room until we found one in Swan Hill about 40 minutes from Tade of App. We barricaded ourselves into the room shaking and nearly crying. Didn't sleep, we were so scared he followed us and would see our car out the front of the hotel. We went home the next morning and have been too terrified to camp ever since. We went back on Labor Day weekend, but there was about 900 people on the campground for one night because fuck being alone. I hate myself for saying

this, but it made me realize being too early 20-somethings with no man around made us targets. I don't know if, I don't know, maybe that's not true, but I can't even explain the fear. Hannah and I didn't speak of it for a few days. Then we came up with these explanations. We think he parked on the embankment and hid the car in purpose, and he was staying at the motel where he obviously could have smoked weed if he wanted to. Fuck, I don't know. Those are the only deviant things I could think of at that time. We've concluded that it would have taken the same amount of time to walk from our campsite back to his car and to drive back over the bridge. Basically, we think he parked on the embankment and was walking to our campsite. We almost got Ivan Melade, fuck tear to bop, and I'm so sorry if I offended the nice people who live there, but yeah, your town is scary.

If you've read this far, I think so much reading this over doesn't seem as scary, but fuck it was. If you want to tell me, if you want much. Reading this over doesn't seem as scary, but fuck it was. If you want to tell it, feel free to use our names, because I did. This was truly the scariest experience in my life. Thank you both for being you and for giving me a place where I feel like this story belongs. She's a standing. And then she attached some photos on this map. She wrote a bunch of stuff and she goes, the motel that fucked pulled into and then she wrote shit map of tidied about.

Yes, that is supposed to say fucker, not fucked. Don't at me on my PowerPoint skills. This is actually great PowerPoint skills. Sandy, you killed it. Damn. Also, can you imagine if like, and I know people in Australia can't imagine this, but I cannot that you have to worry about hitting kangaroos instead of hitting like a deer. I know because we're just worried about deer.

And we're not even that worried about deer. No, you're only worried about it in like certain areas. We are their signs that say like careful ruse. Yeah, because this careful deer. Yeah, I'm assuming there's like root crossing. There's also like horse crossing signs here. Here in America. Here in America. Here in America.

We hit deer. We hit deer. And you can keep them if you want. Did you know that? That's a fun fact. If you hit a deer. Hey guys, you can keep your deer if you hit it with your car. Only if it's not on purpose.

Yeah, you don't want to. But like if a deer runs on and you hit it, they ask you if you want to keep the deer. I mean, that's good because if you accidentally hit it, it's just, it's your problem now. So hang it on your wall. You might as well use it. Yeah, if you're gonna I'd be like, no, thank you But hitting a roux must be an experience. I wish I could do an Australian accent I just think of those like really jacked rues that you see that like

Like hanging rujak. Yeah, that literally look like strong men Yeah, they will kill you like they lift things up and put them down I just think of that, but probably not. So, so this is my next listener tale. It's called The Weird Fudgery, which happened to me during the course of, I don't know, feet me in my stupid substitutes for cursing. I don't know what any of that means.

Featuring me. Okay. I don't know what for bludgeon means, but I like that she says it. I love all of it. So, this is, can I say her name? G. I call her G. There you go. Okay, so hey weirdos, let me introduce myself before getting to the creepy sugar.

I'm an actual grade A trash bag. Whaaat? Whomst you can call G from the land of tea and weird hats? Yes, the actual hellhole country of Britain. Which makes sheep vaccines and is darker than Satan's asshole in the winter. I've been listening to your podcast for only a couple of weeks and I'm hooked. You guys are defeating my COVID boredom.

So for that, thanks. I've always been a fan of the creepy stuff like the movie It and Urban Legends. I also weird read weird ass Japanese folklore on the daily. That's cool. Labyrinth is on the daily. That's cool. Labyrinth is an amazing movie. That's why I picked this one. I picked it for you. She. Labyrinth, David Bowie.

Alina's trying to figure out if she can show her four-year-olds. Labyrinth, they're not right in it for answers. I say yes, but John says no. Alina says one for your concern. She says that she'll fast forward over the closet part. Yeah, like the beginning of Labyrinth where they're hiding the goblin's are in the closet. I would fast forward over that. I would only start it literally the second that Jareth just like appears in the room because then... The other thing is my girls know David Bowie. They know him very well. So...

So pretty sure. Good cry. What could I do? I needed you to join in. So I think they would see Jareth and they wouldn't be like, oh that's the goblin king and he's gonna get me. They'd be like, that's David Bowie. Right. And sometimes we'll show them the cool episodes of Face Off just to show them that monsters are makeup. Yeah. In fact, I recommend that because it's actually worked for my kids.

Yeah. If I don't know if anybody watches face-off, it's, I don't think it's not on anymore, which is a real sad face because I think it ended like a year to go. Which is a real sad face. It's a real sad crying emoji. It was on sci-fi network and it was like,

Moo, it's special effects makeup. And it was really cool. It was like project runway, it's special effects makeup. And it was really cool. It was like project runway, but for special effects makeup. It's constantly playing out a lane of sauce. It's very cool. It intrigues me a lot. I love that stuff. I wish I could do that stuff.

But I have had it on before and the girls have wandered into the room. And usually, I don't watch anything that would freak them out when they're awake. So there was one that was on, that was like a monster, and I like quickly went to shut it off. And one of my girls was like, is that a monster? And I was like, well, actually, it's a person in monster makeup.

Do you want to see how it was done? And then they'll show like how it transitions from a person slowly into a monster. And they show them putting the makeup on them. And honestly, it's because my girls now will be like, oh, that's a person in makeup right and I'm like yes it is because they've seen it happen so if you have like kids that might be maybe if they're having like nightmares or they're getting spooked out right now it might help

to show them something where like face off where you see them being put in the makeup. the more you know I'm just saying that's the my this is my friendly parenting tip of the day I don't know if it will work for your kids But it worked for mine. Back to the British tea. So back to alright, Labyrinth is an amazing movie and being a trash bag isn't all that bad So both of you are my spirit animals without further ado. Let's get to the scares So just before I start this this happened over the course of seven years and although there ain't any diamonds I love saying that word. I'm shooketh to the core whenever I think of those things.

So I'm gonna start by saying I used to live on a road where everyone knew everyone knew everyone in that shit. All of the houses were old as Victorian terraces, which were actually really nice. My house was nearly on the end, and guess what? It faced an abandoned broken down house. No, Nice.

Surprisingly, all the weird sheet happened on set abandoned houses end of the road, a.k. my end. So this all began with me changing bedrooms. Not change is bad. Change is horrible. I used to share a bedroom next to my mums with my twin sister, whom I shall call E. So at seven, I was fed up of sharing a room

with my annoying sister, just kidding. I love her, but she always throws water on me in the morning when I just want to stay in bed staring at the ceiling because sleep is for the week. I moved. I agreed. I agree. I'm wondering why is she throwing water on you? I love it all. This is what I have to look forward to. I know, right. I moved room and yet another cliche horror story moment said new room was basically in the attic So we had a loft right above my new room and the actual room was embedded in the roof and due to the annoying British weather The actual roof itself for bludgeoning creaked in the wind. I love for bludging a for bludging For bludging for bludging for bludging for bludging

The actual room itself for bludging creaked in the wind. I love that word. So moving into this room, it was real big and nice. I loved how cozy it was, but all good things come to an end. The first creepy thing happened in the day and the night. There was, but one door to get in and out of my room, and it, Mother Fobludging creaked like the, like mother-for-mother fludger when you opened and shut it. The first time the creek had this happened was the second day in the room. I remember it so clearly. I was

sitting on the coolest fudge window seat which I thought was a sugar. Was the sugar back then and man, note it had a view of the abandoned house. So I was sitting there reading my copy of The Wind in the Willows, Classic British Child. Also, that's a great book. I read that one, I was a little... I didn't read that. Yeah, my headset. And the door, which was shut, sheking creaked open. Sheking creaked open? Yes, what shut again? Then opened, then shut. My seven-year-old middle-class child's mind was immediately soiling my pants. I I was like nope, and flew down the stairs, LOL. This happened a lot over the next year too, so fast forward to when I was nine and still dumb as fudge. This would happen every night, and also, like the persistent door, freaked me

the fobludge out. So remember when I told you the attic was above my room? I woke up persistently every night, I guess what, around 3 a. No. To what sounded like mother fudging tapping through the ceiling of my room. Mother fudger. As if some sheet show ghastly ghost was in the attic tapping on the roof beams. Also, whenever I went up the stairwell that led to my room, I felt a presence behind me.

Like it was the weirdest feeling. It felt like a mix of someone watching me in tiny hands feeling up my back. Fuck that. I mean, fubl hands feeling up my back. Fuck that. I mean, forbludge that. Forbludge that. I would always turn around to like, who's the fudge- fudge is feeling me up? Whomst- I say whoomst all the time, so I love that.

Whoomst the fudge is feeling me up my back only to find nothing? This present got- this present got so frequent that I would go up the stairs with my back to the wall. Oh! Can I also say that although my mom always puts up the heating to like sheet stick high, it was always cold in my room. My stairwell in the corridor leading to my bathroom. That's also help the presents. Nope.

When I was 10 and a half, my parents had a gnarly two-part breakup. Two-part breakup. Wolf. So my dad lived in a flat with his girlfriend, and my mom lived in our house by herself when we weren't there. Mom. Which was every Wednesday. So, anyway, it was the night before one of my exams

and lovely array of spooky sheet had now become three things since I moved into my room. Bear in mind, I'm 10 and a half now. These things were the lovely root tapping, spoopy demon, the creaky opening, shutting door, and more cliché horror stuff, mother fudging creaky opening, shutting door, and more cliche horror stuff, mother fudging creaky floorboards, so while it's getting to sleep, I remember that all of these noises for the first time in ages had stopped. Hold on to your butt, ladies. Here's where we get spoopier.

Booty check. I have only ever had three nightmares in my life. Good for you, man. Seriously? I've never been prone to night terrors or sleep paralysis. I'm gel. But the universe decided that on this quiet for once night, they would bless me with my third nightmare. I remember it clearly. I was walking down a road, which looks like the inside of a dirty toilet bowl. No.

And it was not a lucid dream, because it felt like my body was willing itself to move, so I had no control over my body. I kept walking down what I call what I shall call sheetbag lane and came across a lip post which was may I add flickering on and off about in the true nightmare. Entide to the lamp post was a rubbish bag. My hand moved to open it on its own. When I opened it my heart stopped. Inside was a heking body just a hacking body my hacking body That's isn't that like so symbolic that's some shit right there. I want to dream person to I want a dream person to undo this It gets worse. I know it was me with a slit throat and my no its eyes were closed

whoo She said in my no it's no eyes She said in my no it's eyes eyes recluse the eyelids of the of said demon me Suddenly slick open. I had no fudging eyes then I woke up I have no idea how the mind of 10-year-old me could fathom this but then I won't when I woke up I couldn't for bludging scream or even cry. That's the worst when you wake up from a nightmare You can't scream it felt like all of the saliva worst when you wake up from a nightmare and you can't scream. It felt like all of the saliva and tears had been taken from my body and guess what?

Freaky Demon sheet show starts tapping again. And the tome on my clock is, there are the tome on my clock. Time on my clock is 3 a.m. By now I'm done with these creepy floorboards making door open and and sealant tapping obsessed demon. It It's dark outside hence my notion of Satan's asshole sky. So I stayed underneath my covers because fudge this covers our shields. I was sweating uncontrollably but it was as I said it was full bludgingly cold. After a

while I ran down to my mom's room and slipped into bed with her waking her up. Man, man say now my mom is-ass top lawyer who judges and specializes in family law. Holy shit, she is a kickass. She is awesome. So yeah, my mom is kickass. She told me it was okay and rubbed circles on my back with one hand and hugged me tight with the other while I went to sleep. Even though it was the unholyest hour in the morning. Flashback to three years earlier, my family and the family a few doors down were robbed within the course of a fortnight. That's scary. The whole window pane in my kitchen was taken out and the thief had lovingly taken the time to leave us a lovely muddy footprint. The other family's caravan was stolen without a trace. Okay, so now we're back to the future. Love that movie.

And our neighbor's car was crushed by the construction lorry after the chains holding some log snapped. So all of this happens on the side of Set Abandoned House and guess get this. My twin sister shut out to that beach. Love her. Said she and her friend went into the Got Back Garden of the weird house and looked through the window. She said that she saw a man sitting on a chair in there. Get this. The guy who used to live in the house died 21 years prior to this of a heart attack.

So yeah, that's the creepy sugar that happened on my old road and it doesn't stop there. At my dad's flat, I would always wake up at the night and see glowing orbs for behind my door like eyes. Oh, fuck that. Nope. My dad recently mentioned that our landlord for some reason had pieces of Nazi helmets in the attic. Oh, no.

I was like, why, though? But thought nothing of it until my dad said he took them out of the attic a year back. I stopped laughing at the randomness. That's when I stopped seeing the glowing orbs. Oh. So yeah, that's the creepy shenanigans that happened to me over a few years.

I no longer live in my old house. Keep doing what you do and just so you know, you guys are awesome beaches. Keep it weird, but not so weird. You have a demon tapping on y'all ceiling at the ass crack of dawn. Goodbye from Britain, you legends, G. I love you, G.

G, that was amazing. Wasn't it? Holy shit. You're fun. For bludgeoning or amazing. You're a full-bludgeon legend. You really are this one is wild this one I don't know if I'm supposed to say this. Oh, I'm not good shit over how can you get it together? I can't I don't know if I'm supposed to say this person's name So I won't until the end if they signed it and then I'll say it

Oh you I was gonna go la di da du so hey hey, Ashina, okay, let's get down to business. Oh! Two defeats. The Huns. And then rope couldn't help myself. I'm glad you didn't. So it's taken me a while to get all the information from my mother and grandmother about the mass shooting we were in. Oh shit. I was only 15 months old or as normal people say it, a year and three months. I'm glad you said that. My mother cousin and I stopped by the hospital in Fairchild Air Force based to visit my grandmother

who worked there as a nurse. My mom says, yeah, sorry, my mom said what she said. I was like, what? My mom says she does not recall how long we were there, but it was during my grandmother's lunch break. We were walking back with her to the main part of the hospital when my mother says she noticed what looks like big fly shooting down the hallway. They were heading towards, wait, sorry.

She noticed what looked like big fly shooting down the hallway, they were headed towards, and then she heard the cops. So she's like seeing it from the eye. My mind was trying to like picture it and I was trying to say it. Sorry. She said she froze. There could not be a shooting happening. They were at an Air Force base. My mother said she saw a man that looked like Santa with the white hair in the beard but in khaki shorts and Hawaiian print top walking up the hallway where the bullets were coming from towards her and when he got close

enough he told my mother to run. She says it clicked then that there was a shooter, saw shooters in the hospital. I can't imagine that feeling. Biggest fear. She turned around with me and a buggy. Also you're fucking pushing a carriage. Like that's terrifying. I didn't even, that, like, the, just the fear of a shooting, being in a mass shooting. Yeah, I was thinking of but having your baby with you? No, like fuck that. So she turned around with me in a buggy and my grandmother holding the hand of my cousin and started running in the opposite direction,

yelling at people to run. Somehow, everybody got split up. My mother lost track of my grandmother and my cousin. And my cousin, we holed up in an empty office. She said that I was screaming as someone in their rush had spilled hot coffee on me. Oh my god. And she thought for a brief second that it was blood as the liquid was wet and warm. Oh my god. It was not. This is too much. It's a lot.

Already. I'm like, nope, I'm out. Yeah. Jumping to my grandmother. She was helping to direct people to follow the drills that they were taught at the hospital while trying to keep my cousin calm. The only issue was, would that was she found out that the only issue was she found out that the directions were to meet up in the main lobby area. It was like putting multiple fish in a small bowl. All of the nursing staff are dressed in their whites and all uniforms had to be starched and bleached. So these women are practically glowing in the dark white. Holy shit. They're glowing in the dark white. My grandmother stated to some other people nearby that this is ridiculous.

If he comes this way, we're like fish in a barrel, he can easily take us all out. And she turned around and started ushering people back into the hallways to find offices and closets to hide in. She ended up hiding in a janitor's closet with seven other people. She said to me, I still to this day don't know how we all fit in there, but we did.

Wow, she's a badass. I love that she turned around and was like, fuck this. Fuck this. This does not make sense. Right. Because that doesn't make sense. It's to be in a law of you and a lobby like, what? Back to my mother.

We hid in the empty office. She had gotten me to quiet down and it put me back into my buggy. I love the word buggy. Oh, and that stresses me out because you have to, like, if she's crying. A baby crying. Right. Ooh. So much, man. I'm so worried, Buggie. And that stresses me out, because you have to, like, if she's afraid of taking crying. Right. Ooh.

So much, man. She put me back into my Buggie. So that way, her hands were free. When she, we're free to push over a heavy filing cabinet. She had moved close to the door in case she needed to use it to barricade us in. She then said, she heard a woman yelling out in the hallway. Quote, I remember her yelling, not screaming.

There's a difference between yelling and screaming. She sounded calm, but a bit panicking, and was yelling, someone call for help, I'm shot, don't come out, but call for help. Ugh. My mom told me she wanted to go out and to help her, but she couldn't leave me alone either.

My mom told me she cried because she was so torn, but followed what the lady had said and did not leave the office. She tried to use a phone, but the lines were all busy. We waited for what felt like hours, and then a janitor found us and said the police wanted everyone who could get to the boiler room as there was a possible exit down there. The janitor pushed my buggy as my mom ran with me following him. She said she looked for the woman who had been yelling, but did not see anyone, but did

see bullet holes in blood. Running God I think I was running. But you know in times like that, it feels like you're running in mud and you're thinking to yourself, why are you running so slow? You could reach for the room faster if you just ran faster. Oh. And that was a quote from her mom.

Mom said that the janitor, we the janitor in about 50 to 60 other people were hiding in the boiler room for hours until the police came to escort them to buses and get them away from the hospital. She had no idea where my grandmother and cousin were, but she did find them at the safety point after the bus dropped them off. My cousin had gotten separated from my grandmother and the rush, and a man with his daughter had helped him run. Oh, can you imagine?

No, and he had just passed his daughter to my cousin and shoved them in a closet and blocked the door when the shooter had come up to them and hit the man in the head with the butt of his rifle. The man, the man when he came to, had kept my cousin by his side and gotten him to safety, to the safety point where they met up with my grandmother and mother. Can you imagine the debt you would want to owe that man to their godly for saving your child. Like I would be like, In the fact that guy was face to face with a math shooter. Yeah. And like saved someone else's child. Yeah. And ended up living like holy shit. My mom said she tried to find the Santa looking man

in the Hawaiian print shirt, but no one had seen him. The police did not know who she was talking about. Even the security tapes had no one of that description. My mom to this day said, to day the hold on my mom to this day the man she saw was her guardian angel I think that's where it's gonna stay. That definitely. Yeah. Some universe projection telling you. My grandmother found out that there was a book written by the officer who fired the shot to kill the shooter. It was called Warnings Unheeded. I

have recently bought the book and I'm listening to it. The shooter was Dean Melberg, who had been diagnosed by two professionals as obsessive, paranoid, and possibly dangerous. They recommended his discharge. It was a superior officer that said he could remain in service as long as he did his job. Holy shit. Yikes. Anywho, back to work for me while I listen to the story. Sam. Keep it weird. Your Santa obnoxious fl- keep it weird. Look for your Santa obnoxious flora. Flora. Carrenza.

Holy shit. That is wild. Sorry, that I like couldn't read. Terrifying. Am I okay? That's terrifying. Seriously. I'm shook.

That's just insane. And I want to know who that Santa looking man was. Right? I really shook. That's just insane. And I wanna know who that Santa looking man was. Right? I really do. Woo! All right, so mine is called Listener Story. Where did you come from? Where did you go?

Spoiler alert, it's not Cotton I Joe. And you know what, that's the kind of headline that will really catch my attention. That's what we're looking for that, man. Elena Nash, please leave identifying info out because this dude wasn't caught and I live in like a whole last different state now, but you know, I do, I know. We know?

I love your podcast. It's been so cool to hear you go from audio that literally destroyed my air drums, having like real-ass sponsors. Thanks! You know, the audio was really shitty for a while. Dude, the first thing I say when I'm like, yes, I have a podcast. Don't listen to the first, like, one of those two lines. So, just hang in there. Yeah we figured it out. I also like that you started listening stories because it gives me people to laugh and cry with and I know it's done it is doing some hurting souls good to see two awesome people that look up to they look up to say the words you are a bad

ass and we believe you. Oh you're welcome Other listeners, I'm sorry I say ass so much, I'll try to keep it to a minimum. Don't worry about ass, I don't know. Okay, so I'm a set the scene for you. I was a cocky, know-it-all, slightly bitch-tastic, first semester freshman in undergrad. Of course, with the great cocky bitch ass test-tasticness. Bitch ass test-tastic? It comes with even greater flair of dramatism. So in my first midterm paper came knocking at my door.

I decided that the only way to tackle it was pulling an all-nighter at the library, despite having an entire week to write it. Sounds like you, Elena. The logic. I know. So here I am on the quiet floor of the library, writing my essay until between 12 and 1 a.m. in the morning in pajama pants and no shoes. Why? I don't know. I guess it just felt more dramatic, which was really the theme of the first semester.

Also looking back, I think I was going through a whole no shoe thing. I've been doing not my entire life. I think I've said it before, I'll show up on a lane as I was with no shoes. Yeah, and I'm like, how'd you get here, though? And now one of your kids is like, I don't want to wear shoes because Titi's not wearing shoes It's true, so I appreciate that you're welcome. Okay side note. I was totally going through a no-shoes thing because someone said they thought it was gross On Yik-yak and I got into a Yik-yak war with her and like three years later my coworker mentioned that once she got in the fight on Yik-yak over wearing shoes and you better believe that I just laughed and did not admit I was on the other side of that. Did you have Yicke?

Yeah, Yicke came up with, do you remember Yicke? Annie, I used to avoid that shit like the plague. It was like... Yicke, I don't exactly remember. It was like you could write something and people... Yeah, it was anonymous, but people could comment on your Yicke, but they didn't know that you wrote it and you didn't know who they were commenting. Because it was all anonymous. That's straight up hell.

Yeah, no, it's like the perfect tool for bullying. I think that's why I didn't last long. I think it's honestly, I bet one of my high school bullies created that. I believe that. Also, it sounds like something. Do you remember Formspring? I got bullied on Form spring in middle school, but I was like, whatever, I'm cool, I hate you. I don't know what any of these things are,

and I'm really glad because the only way I could get attacked when I got home was through it. Yeah, I am. So that was enough. Also, I was the lead on my staff, and I didn't want her to respect me less because if I were in her shoes, which are probably on her feet, like they're supposed to be, I would respect lead on my staff and I didn't want her to respect me less because if I were in her shoes Which are probably on her feet like they're supposed to be I would respect me less too. Remember Yikeyak? What a weird time anyways

It wasn't a weird time. So I finished up my essay and I'm just super proud of myself because I wrote that stupid ass essay in one night I packed everything up into my bag and started to walk back to my dorm in the pitch black dead of night My dorm was really close to the library and my campus was pretty small so just felt safe. Well, turns out that I was not- it was not a good idea to be walking in the pitch black dead of night by myself and no fucking shoes. And here is why. I am an eyesight of my dorm. When this tall, lanky-ass dude starts walking behind me.

Don't love this already. My mom loves true crime. Same mom, same. And I grew up with the ID channel on. So my first thought was BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU to me and started walking beside me. Fuck that! I started walking a little faster because I'm 5'3 on a good day and stopped going to the gym once I got to college. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, he said. Um... Um... Then he asked something that showed me to my very bones. Are you going to those buildings? Because that's where I'm headed to. Now you may be thinking, why is that so weird? No, I'm not thinking that.

No, that's fucking weird, I'll tell you. Well, I will tell you, the buildings he was pointing to is actually just building my dorm. And anyone who had any business being there at 1am would know that it was just one building. Now I'm freaking the fuck out. But before I can register anything, his dry ass lotion lacking hand is around my mouth. Yep. I immediately throw my shit to the ground and dip out from his arms and break out into a sprint good for you Hell yeah, well you may recall that I haven't worked out in a while I was on the swim team in the track team in high school So I wasn't slow either because I had that good that good good muscle memory

So well this dude was faster than me anyways and was able to catch up and grab me from behind He puts his hand back over my mouth and started dragging me Dude was faster than me anyways, and was able to catch up and grab me from behind. He puts his hand back over my mouth and started dragging me. Luckily, I will never know where he was going to drag me to because I started thrashing like a fucking fish and biting anything he got near my mouth. Yes. When I bit his hand, he withdrew it and started screaming, let go of me, you six son of a bitch at the top of my lungs.

I was so close to my dorm, like it had it I had if I had just been a little faster I could have been at the door in less than a minute. The dude realized that I wasn't going anywhere easily. So he pulled a knife on me which I felt on my back and he told me that I need to shut up. I felt like if I could just stay in a place someone would find us so I dropped to the floor like a rock. Yes, that's so smart. It was. You're killing it, man. Unfortunately, this game had him the chance to get on top of me. I'm still thrashing like an out-of-water fish, but start asking him what do you want. He said he just wanted my stuff, but remember that I had thrown my shit down like it was on fire the moment he touched me. I reminded him

of that, listing all the things that were in there, my computer, my wallet, my IDs, my debit card. It was all in there. This asshole didn't go grab any of my stuff. He just kept me down. He's getting pissed off and he's now holding the knife to my neck. Honestly, I think he's just confused on what's going on as I am because he keeps saying he doesn't want to hurt me, but he just wants my things. Well, excuse me, sir, but you are hurting me and you are not taking my shit. I feel like it's over there. Like, forget it.

God. For a second, I was like, well, fuck. This is how I go. But then I remembered that I wanted to get into bed school, so I couldn't die. I love how pure this is. This is amazing. Yes, that was the first thing that came to my mind. So with all my strength, I grabbed the blade of my knife, the knife in my hand and started pushing it away.

Wow, you're a bad-ass mother fucker. Bad-ass bitch alert. Even if he tried to get it back, but against my neck, it wasn't gonna happen. He was going to have to saw my phone mouth first. I alternate between, between please, sir, don't hurt me, and I will fucking kill you, asshole. So I'm sure I was sending mixed messages. This guy is done with my bullshit. He tosses the knife aside and starts straight up choking me.

His hands are so fucking strong and my hands are slippery with blood so I can't pry him off. I'm losing consciousness now. This truly is it. Well, it wasn't, because just right then, Jesus or whatever anyone believes in as a higher power or even no power, I don't judge, sends a motherfucking angel. The chick heard me screaming and by herself walks up to us and asks the guy point blank in a regular conversation, boy, what are you doing? Mind you. She's like, hey, what's up? What are you doing? Mind you, I'm on the ground of the full grown-ass man putting

all his weight on me. I'm bleeding from my nose and hand and my face is swollen and my his hands are around my neck. This chick is as cool as a mother fucking refrigerator cucumber. Well, the dude and I are both caught by surprise. And for a second, we're frozen in that position before that stupid butt decides to tell you all that I'm having a bad trip and tried to attack him.

Yes, me, the attacker. That was his cover story. I start screaming, but actually rasping because this man was like trying to choke me to death or something. That I don't know who he is, but please don't leave me. Not please help me. Please don't leave me. I had been wrestling this dude for so long without anyone hearing me scream that her presence was more important to me than anything else. Oh, she walks out of my line of view and I legitimately thought she left for a second. I just went limp and started crying for her to come back. I was so tired.

Then I heard her ask from behind us. I don't know how long after because time was a blur to say the least. If you know her, what's her name? Fucking plot twist. She was one smart cookie because he didn't know what my name was. Then he said, then she said, I don't believe you. Things get a little blurry here. I remember seeing people coming out from the dorm and heard sirens. The guy said, fuck this and literally disappeared into the night. No. Never to be found. Never to be found. Fuck. Are you kidding me? I think he even grabbed his knife again, but I'm not sure. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from? Stupid us, ho. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from? Stupid us, ho. I was cry laughing while reading this email. I was sitting by myself in our room just like laughing so hard.

I'm screaming. I was taken to the hospital and had to get stitches in my hand. The EMTs were the best. I remember one of them telling me I thought a sure thought hard. She asked me what I wanted and all I could say was water, water. She wasn't supposed to give me any in case of DNA being on my teeth because of biting him, but she said I could take a little sip as long as I didn't put the bottle up against my lips or teeth. Fucking angels. Any MTs out there? I love you guys. No. Dude, I'm with you because when my daughter had to go in an ambulance, I was like, I fucking love EMTs. Like thank goodness for any EMTs. They're like the best people on our social media. They're angels. Turns out that my attack wasn't the only one. When I gave the description

of the guy, I noted that he had a white bandana around his neck. Well, wouldn't you know, a nursing student was kidnapped from behind the hospital by two guys with bandana's not too long before my attack? They didn't harm her because she went willingly and they had her withdraw money from an ATM. Coincidence? I think not. I woke up into a little pain, like the worst workout ever, because his full weight was on me at one point. I had to get stitches in my thumb from gripping the knife and couldn't bend my fingers for a while. The follow-up was horrible, and I couldn't go outside at night for a long time. Anything would make me lose it, like I accidentally killed my bait of fish while while cleaning his tank and I just cried for like hours and hours.

Either just before after my assault, my bike had been stolen and my gas had been siphoned, so I straight up thought I had a stalker. Nope, just shit luck. Oh! After that first semester, guess what? I got my shit together and decided that I was... that's... I had since my only reason to keep fighting was so I could go into vet school. I'm proud to say that I matriculated this year and just started my second semester. What? What? Bad ass bitch alert. That's so badass. Here's my warning for all you peeps. If you think you need to be somewhere until 1 a.m. to write an essay that isn't due for a week, bring a person with you. You'll be thankful in the long run. Also wear shoes. Because if you're in a situation where you got a no-bout fast, it doesn't hurt to actually be prepared to run. Well thanks for

listening to my story. Once again you guys are literally the best. I keep it weird for y'all every day. Much love. Anonymous. Shit! That just paid my bills. It made my hair grow, my skin cleared up. I love you. That's making awesome. That's incredible. And you're like I'm gonna be a veterinarian, that's so bad of us. That is so bad of us. And I love that you didn't let that stop you. Yeah, like fuck that guy. All right, well guys, we have two more listener tales

and I think this is such a good batch of them. It is, this is so good. All right, listener story, the car that follows, AKA the scariest event in my life. Woo! This one, I felt the, I was like, I kept like scrolling, I was like, oh, what happened? What happened?

It's really willy, it's over ready. Okay. Hey, hey spooky, spooky sisters. Hey, hey. First off, I want to say I'm a huge fan. I discovered your podcast when my husband and I decided to take our two sons, 11 months and three years on an overnight road trip from Missouri to Florida last summer. Wowzers.

Fuck that. I thought that cheated in. In order for me to- That's morbid. That's morbid as fuck. In order for me to stay awake in a lurch, I put your podcast on with ear buds and you kept me company the whole way. Needless to say, we became great friends that night.

We did. Oh, I love you. I'm a stay at home mom and while I love my quote job, don't put that in quotes. That's a job. J-O-B. I watch Elena do that job and like I drive to help and like I get over home. It't put that in quotes. That's a job. I watch Elaine do that job and like I drive to help and like I get over home. So it's so much. Damn. It does get lonely from time to time because I just don't get that quote

girl time like you used to. That's why I come over all the time. Exactly. Just get an ash. Get yourself an ash. However, once a week my husband stays with the kids while I get away in grocery shop or run errands needless to say. You guys have kept me company every week while I mindlessly stroll the aisles of target, harb, hobby lobby, and Walmart or sitting in my car eating a DQ blizzard because you know, sometimes Mama just doesn't want to share. Oh, I'm so with you girl. Anyway, let's get to the story, shall we? This story is going to sound unbelievable and

I know that, but I can promise you it's 100% true and even thinking about it scared the hell out of me and gives me anxiety and hives. Like for real, I had to take a benederald to even write this. Holy shit. It was a warm summer evening. My mother and I went to see a movie at the theater. We used to go all the time to movies. It was the way we bonded after my dad died when I was 14.

Oh. Sorry. But since I had kids, movie dates for us became few and far between. The movie we were seeing was two towns over. That meant for me a 40 minute drive, 20 down the interstate, then take one highway for 20 minutes, instantly lose cell service, take a small dirt gravel road that connected to another highway, and then enter my private gated community via a clicker. I like that idea of a clicker to enter a community. Yeah, that's fun. This is a path I have taken several

times with no problems. The movie was long, about two hours, so once the movie was finished it was about 11pm. Afterwards my mother and I stood at my minivan talking about the movie and our favorite parts before we hugged and departed on separate paths. As I was pulling out of the theater, I noticed a car behind how to really loud muffler. The car followed me until I got to the interstate. At this point I didn't question myself if the car was following me because being a very paranoid person, naturally after listening to so many true crime podcasts, cough cough. But I pushed to this thought from my mind immediately and focused on the road because, you know,

that could never happen to me. Of course not. However, after a couple of minutes, I noticed that the car was tail riding me so close I could barely see the headlights in my rearview mirror. Fuck that. I don't like this already. I instantly became annoyed because I was in the slow lane and there was no passing car in the fast lane.

I decided since the car behind me was being an asshole and wouldn't pass me in the fast lane, I would move lanes and let him pass me in the slow lane. However, he didn't pass me but changed lanes as well. Nope. So I changed back and he followed me. What the fuck? This continued on with me constantly changing lane and the car constantly following me no matter how fast or how slow I would drive. At this point, I thought that I was being followed, kept creeping into my brain, but the rational part of me was still trying to make excuses. The thought, quote, I'm being followed, kept repeating itself like a broken record player in my mind.

Finally, I saw my highway exit sign and breathed a sigh of relief thinking I just made it to the sign and the car would see me pulling off into the woods and keep driving because honestly, you don't mess with people who live in the woods in Missouri. However, they didn't. The car pulled off with me onto a highway.

As I drove down the hills of the curvy dark highway, I kept looking in the mirror. The paranoia was now too much to take and the fear was taking over. The car remained still following so close I couldn't see the headlights. Even after a break checker too, the car followed close. By now I was so scared I pulled up my cell phone to call my husband, but realized realizing that the area had no cell service. I focused on my breathing, trying to remain calm, knowing that a panic attack was right around the corner if I allowed myself to get worked up. My turn was coming for a gravel road short cup that was led from one highway to another.

Honestly, you would miss it unless you knew it was there. As I swung onto the narrow road, he did too. Ugh! I floored the gas, then driving fast, then I fast and I ever had on this road before, and repeatedly checked my phone for service. The car revbed behind me louder than ever, almost growling, daring me to pull over.

What the fuck? All I could think that was he was gonna bump or tap me and cause me to crash. I began to shake and tears immediately started to stream down my face. My fingers on my right hand anguously tapping my husband's number, only to get no mobile service available. Oh my gosh. And my left hand holding the steering wheel so tight my knuckles burned white.

Finally we broke through the trees and I drifted onto the main highway. A move I didn't know many men could do. Without even stopping at the stop sign. Again, I frantically tapped my husband's name and it suddenly began to trill. Hello, how is your movie?" He said in a sleepy voice. Hey, girl, hey! There's a guy following me, I screamed into the phone. What? He asked more alert this time. I repeated that what I had said as I pushed my gas a little harder. I'll meet you outside. He said, hanging up later. A minute later, I could see the street light marking the entrance of the community approaching

in the distance. Suddenly I heard the squealing of tires and looked in my rearview mirror to see the car came to a complete stop and turned his head lights off. Oh, no, no, no, no. Like I watched his head lights turn, his fucking headlights turn off. Now this was a moonless night in the In the Missouri

Backwoods, when it gets dark, you cannot see more than a half inch in front of your nose. This meant when the car turned his lights off I completely lost him but at that point I didn't care. I turned into the gated community and opened the gate. I spread through the community streets the entire way to my house. I could see my husband standing outside as I jumped out, tears streaming down my face between sobs I told him what happened. Holy shit. We called the police but they said all they could do was a drive-by since I didn't have a description or a license plate. Ugh!

This event gave me bad PTSD. Now when I drive I'm constantly making note of the car descriptions and license plates. If I drive at night I stick to main roads only and have to be talking to someone on my car's hands free speaker. To this day my mind will sometimes creep to those dark places. What would have happened if this car had gotten me off the road somehow? Holy shit. Right. If you don't read this on the podcast, that's okay.

I'm also going to write in again about the time my mother, my cousin, my aunt, and I went ghost hunting on zombie road in Missouri. Okay. Holy shit. Is it not insane? That is spooky of the highest order. Even like when I think, I always think somebody's fine. I did you, and like at night,

because I, well like, I'm going to my house sometimes at night and I literally will drive past my house if those are parked behind me. Yeah, I will never pull in the driveway if I think someone's following me because I'm like, you know, I'm gonna find a way to live my life. I'm like, I'll just keep driving all night.

How do we just keep doing this? Yeah, you will run out of gas. All night. Woo! Alright, okay, Jesus. I'm glad you got out of that. This one we're gonna end on such a creepy one, and you're gonna be shitting your pants.

Oh snap. So this one's called fucking creepywood duct taped listener story. Hey weirdos, I love the podcast. I started a few months back and have binge listens to most, have been, listened to most episodes. So I'll just jump right to my listener story. About five years ago, I was 24. My best friend, who was the fucking best roomie ever, had just moved in with her than fiance.

I know, fuck her, am I right? Just kidding, he's wonderful. So I was living alone. I lived in a not so good area. Someone had been shot in the chest at the McDonald's down the street No, I stabbed in the knee around the corner. That's why you go to Wendy's I stabbed in the knee. Damn. Ouch. At the time I usually worked random hours because I was a supervisor and had to fill in shifts If my staff didn't show up for work. Well, so I had worked a 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. shift

I got home after my shift and there were two uber golf people, a man and a woman sitting on the stairs up to my building entry. Now, I'm kind of a spooks-book that wears all black, but I'd like to think I'm pleasant as buck, so I don't judge people or how they dress. But the man was wearing black duct tape over his mouth and had a sign around his neck that said, don't talk to me. Same. So I walked around, that's just me every day. Mine is the duct tape. So I walked around them up to the landing to my apartment building entrance. As I walked by duct tape dude, he made barking noises. The woman said to me, oh he likes you. I'd be like, I don't want him to. I just went inside and went back to my apartment.

Front entry to the building was not locked or secure so anyone can come in and out anytime they wanted. A few days later, I ended up working a 2pm to 10pm shift. I got home around 10.45pm. It was in January, so it was cold and dark. As I walked from my car to my building, I noticed someone standing under the landing to the front door, like under the stairs. I was trying to mine my own fucking business but had my keys ready in my hand. As I got up the stairs and got to the landing the man stepped out from under and stated he was in started going up the stairs. It was the barking duck tape dude from before. He liked you. He liked you. I quickly went into my building and he followed after me. I

quickened my step down the hall and got to my door. I already had my key out ready to go inside. I glanced over and the man was walking straight at me wide eye fucking staring unblinking at me closing the space between us. No. I got my door open and slipped inside but as I closed the door I felt him try to push the door open to get in. I love when you read them live. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it is. I panicked and I pushed my full weight as hard as I could, and we struggled with the

door, but I finally got the door closed and locked. When then I heard a knock at my door, I yelled, go away. There was another louder bang, bang, bang on the door. I grabbed a self-defense keychain, my friend had given me that I was basically a brass, legal brass knuckles. That's awesome. Love that. And I heard him say, are you home?

You. Isn't that so creepy? No, I'm not. I didn't know what to do. So I just yelled, no. I went to grab a sword. That's so weird. I don't know.

She just says I went to grab a sword. So I went to grab a sword that I had in my closet. Also good from the same friends. Great friend. I want this friend. No, can we all have that friend? I heard him say I just want to talk. I came to my senses and called 911. It got really quiet for a hit. So I looked through the people and he was across the hall knocking on other people's doors. I sat on the floor and my friend entry with my sword and black brass knuckles. Not sure what to do. Just chilling. Just a sword and blast brass knuckles. I can't say brass. I can't say blast. Those blast knuckles. Those blast knuckles. Blass monkey. That's that funky monkey. So let's see. Blass blast. So she's sitting around with her sword and breath, my clothes. And I heard another knock at the door and yelled, leave me alone and started hysterically

crying. I heard someone say, this is the police. I looked through my people. They're like, we won't. It was in fact three police officers. I opened the door crack and asked to see their badges, smart. Smart, smart. They showed them to me and I opened the door and explained everything.

Apparently they had received multiple calls because of the banging and me yelling. One officer stayed with me while the other two searched the building and then looked outside to make sure he wasn't hiding anywhere. He was gone. I slept with my brass knuckles that night, terrified he could come back. Luckily, I never saw him again. Like, how do you come down from that? Enough to go to sleep. Like, he barked him again. But I'm like, how do you come down from that? Enough to go to sleep.

Like he barked at you. This woman's like, he likes you. It's like, oh, and then you see him and he, he tries to get in your fucking apartment. Like, no, thank you. No, not into it. But I realized that night that all my friends and family lived 45 minutes away. And my boyfriend at the time also lived 45 minutes away

had worked nights nearby. Unfortunately, he could not have his phone on lived 45 minutes away, had worked nights nearby. Unfortunately, he could not have his phone on shift, so I had no way of calling him, so that wasn't as helpful. So at any point, any person I know and loved lived almost an hour away and was unavailable. I then moved 45 minutes away from my work to be closer to friends and family. I felt safer and happier ever since. So yes, now I commute 45 minutes, but hey, at least if a creeper goth dude that barks at me and tries to force his way into my home

happens again, I'm friends and family I can be closer to. And at least I can listen to morbid on my drives tune from work now. Sorry that was a bit long and rambly. Stay fucking weird. Oh shit. Oh my god. That was a good ass bout of listener tales. Guys, I, I don't know why I'm giving it. I was like, that's yours.

Alina just went to hand me her iPad as we were finishing up, but I was like, nope, that's not mine. So, yeah, so that was crazy. You guys killed it. And keep sending them in. Because... Do that. We fucking love them. And he's worth so much fun. Typically, we do them like every two or three weeks.

So it shouldn't be too much longer before the next bout. We'll get back in a regular schedule. We'll have some spooky roads coming up too. Oh, then there. What about spooky roads? Yes, we're getting all back to business. Let's get back to business to defeat the Huns. Well, guess what everybody. In the meantime of waiting for our fun episodes you can follow us on Instagram at

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We hope you keep listening. Do it. And we hope you keep it. Keep it. Weird. But that's the way that you have a guy barking at you and he's like, well, if I like you, and then that's a weird that there's a tap, tap, tap, and at your attic door, and that's so weird that you have a guy barking at you and he's like, well, if I like you and then that's so weird that there's a tap, tap, tap

and at your attic door and that's so weird that like a Santa guy is like, hey, get out here but maybe keep it that weird because he was pretty helpful and don't keep it so weird that you go camping and the Jeep tries to get you and don't keep it so weird that what happened in between I don't really remember

but all those listener tales are so creepy but don't keep it so weird that you have to write in a listener tale because your life is so creepy, bye. Don't do it, man. But do keep it that weird because I do like that you write in listener tale so like maybe do keep it that weird that you have to write in a listener's tail because your life is so creepy. Bye. Don't do it, man. But do keep it that weird because I do like that you write in listener's tail so maybe do keep it that weird. So yeah, keep it that weird and keep sending us the stories.

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