Morbid - Listener Tales 16

Episode Date: July 30, 2020

On Today’s episode of Listener Tales, Alaina gets teary eyed hearing the beautiful tale of a Momma turned owl, we hear all about your uninvited guests including a family nose picker and Ash finally breaks… no seriously! Reading is hard you guys.  Listener tales are the best, if you have a listener tale you think we need to hear, please send to [e-mail] Be sure to put “Listener Tales” in the subject line along with your fun title! As always thank you so much to our sponsors,  Hunt a Killer: Right now, just for our listeners you can go to HuntAKiller.com/MORBID and use promo code MORBID at check out for 20% off your first box!! Simplisafe: Try SimpliSafe today at SimpliSafe.com/MORBID. You get free shipping and a 60-day risk free trial. There’s nothing to lose!!! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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of your home. Download the free Angie mobile app today or visit Angie.com. That's ANGI.com. Hey weirdos, I'm Elena. I'm Ash. And this is Marba. The listener tails episode. I love listener tails, tails, tails, tails. We love listener tails.

You guys are funny, you're spooky, you're awesome. You could just like you have a way of writing to my to my taste. You write to my soul. I laughed out loud at some of these. I laugh out loud at almost all of these. Well, except when they're terrifying or sad. Yeah. Yeah. Don't laugh at those. I laughed at those one, asshole. But the ones that are supposed ones that start out with bra, bra, I always end up laughing it. I like when they're like bitches bitches. I used to hate that but now I love it. I always loved it. Bra, I always end up laughing at. Or like when they're like bitches. Bitches. I used to hate that, but now I love it. I always loved it.

Yeah, always. You did. And I always will. Sometimes I have moments where I'm just like a little too like, clutch the pearls. And then I remember that I'm trash. Like when you get scared on the hay ride. Oh, so because this is a listener tails episode

a quote unquote many, which doesn't exist really Not a thing. We don't have a lot of business We hope you guys liked the live stream. Hope you liked being able to hear the audio of it I'm sorry that the microphones for the audio were a little wonky Sorry that I kept booping the little thing with my beat. Yeah, but we we were kind of out of control from that Those weren't our microphones. We're out of control We're out of control from that, those weren't our microphones. We were out of control. We're out of control, whoa. But yeah, that's not clearly how our microphones sound.

So we apologize for that, but hopefully everybody dug it. I think, oh, the one thing I did want to say was a couple of people told me that in the Irish vanishing triangle episodes, you pronounce the one that's the the people who's some name is spelled C-I-A-R-A instead of Kiara. Is it Kiara? Kiara. And I should have known that. I took like two different sources and somebody called them Kiara and somebody called them Kiara and I just went with the one that flowed out of my mouth quicker and that was Kiara. That makes sense. But thank you for telling me, because that makes a lot more sense. Kiara reminds me of Riba.

I got the hard-cut, right? Instead of Ciara, but I got like halfway there, and then I got it wrong. You know when I was doing the Instagram post, my stomach dropped, and I was like, Elena, I didn't say it to you, but I was like, what if her name is Ciara?

And I was like, she knows that itself. No, no, I knew it was a hard-cut, but yeah, you guys are right, it's Kiara, especially in Ireland. So thank you for telling me that. I knew it was a hard cut, but yeah, you guys are right. It's Kira, especially in Ireland So thank you for telling me that I appreciate it and so that was you know Kira Kira brine. There you go. See it could stuck in my head But thank you, so I just want to tell you that because that but let's just jump into listen to our tales because we don't have any Business to a ton to do you want to go first? I want first. Go ahead, my friend. So this one's called Bro.

See, I love one that starts with Bro. We love it. And I mean literally, my bro saw some tings as a child and I am shookest. I also love the Nicki Minaj reference there. I didn't even know that was a Nicki Minaj reference. I'm taking it as one, I don't know if it is. I love it.

So it says, what the fuck is up? I don't know, girl. My name is Jonna pronounced like Jonna. It's Italian as fuck. So yeah, and you can call me G. I like that. G is one of my best friends names. There you go. I absolutely love your podcast and I'm kind of thankful I found you guys recently because now I have so many incredible Spook Spook Spooks stories to listen to, slash catch up on. PS, sorry my story is a little long, but I promise you it's worth the read. Trust me guys, your stories are never too long because everybody is not a leanest thing. It's not, I hate short things, except for myself.

So, but I'm sure. First off, I have to say that I've always been a firm believer in all things supernatural and have always felt a connection to at least some kind of openness to the spiritual world. My family is very connected, and even though my brother is slightly more skeptical, he had an experience as a child that simply cannot be explained, and honestly, still gives me and my entire family chills. Oh, I'm ready. Are you ready?

I'm ready, G. My mom told us that when my brother and I were about four or five, he would get terrible nightmares to the point where he would wake up sobbing. Oh, that's so sad that it's sad. My mom, of course, would go in his room to console him and put him back to bed. The bad dreams continued for a while, so my mom tried to figure out what was going on, and started asking him about what was happening during his dreams. She said my brother wouldn't remember much about the dreams themselves, but that he would mention the man in his closet.

I personally related to this because do you remember the lady in my closet? I do. She did. And have a body. She was just married a bones. Yeah, you remember that, right? And you know, and my kids actually saw people with scissors outside of their room. That's fucked up. So that's fun. They're cutting their sheets. Yeah, it's always fun when your kids are like, yeah, you know, that really terrifying thing

that you have to pretend is not terrifying, mom. It makes me question whether or not I'm going to pop out some of those suckers. For real, being a parent is, that's one of the hardest things about being a parent is keeping your face completely stone Yeah, you don't have a gay face some shit like there's somebody with scissors standing in the hallway trying to cut my shoes so silly You have to just be like that's fine young child. Hope I don't get stabbed saving your ass. Nothing weird about that So back to the story immediately my mom assumed it was a typical response as a child to be afraid of what would come out of the closet, and she didn't think much of it. She breasted

it off for a while and would simply open the closet, show him nothing is there, and put him back to bed. The bad dreams continued. And so did the strange mention of the man in the closet. No. My mom said that she was getting more and more curious, so she started to ask my brother questions about this mysterious man. That's where she went wrong. No, I would said that she was getting more and more curious. So she started to ask my brother questions about this mysterious man I would do the same wrong. No, I would do the same thing. I always need to know more I feel like he's not there. So I don't know what to tell you. I'd be like tell me what it looks She'd say what does the man in the closet look like? Is he a nice man? And my brother would respond? Yes He has a suit and a funny hat. He comes out of the closet. It leans on my wall and smokes

Then he just kind of watches me. Oh! Spook! Spook! For real. My mom said she was kind of intrigued, but more caught off-card by my brother's descriptive response. She assumed in typical childhood nightmare fashion that the man in the closet would have

been a figment of his imagination, or a monster or something he had seen on TV. Some time when Byin, as my brother got a little older, the nightmare stopped, and the mention of the mysterious man in the closet tapered off as well. Until. Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da- Oh no, this can't go anywhere, right? Of course. Or excuse me, of which many photos included my great-grandparents and many, many other ancestors who all resembled one another, because you know. Italians have fucking huge families. And in the 40s, 50s, everyone dressed similar.

My grandmother had lost both of her parents, Hugo and Evelyn. Oh my god, shut up. They were probably adorable. I thought they were the cutest. At a young age, so my brother and I have never seen them nor met them. Again, I say, my brother and I have never seen nor met them. No bullshit. My mom said that my brother and I were playing in the kitchen and had come up to the table where they had the photo albums laid out. Out of the blue, without hesitating to look at many other pictures on the page,

my brother pointed to the picture of my great-grandfather Hugo and said, hey, that's him, the guy from my closet. Can you imagine as the mom? Holy shit. I guess he'd be a little relieved though, obviously. I'd be cool. Yeah. My mother and grandmother said that they were shocked and covered head to toe and chills as

my brother and I ran away from the table and continued playing, completely oblivious to the incredible statement he had just sprung on everyone. My mother said that my great-grandfather often wore suits, a fedora, and often smoked cigars. Okay, Hugo. They even had photos of him leaning on walls in front of the house smoking. I feel like he's a bad bitch.

He sounds awesome. As we got older, my mom told my brother and I about the incident, and of course, we had to hold on to our butts. We were shooketh. I truly believe that my great-grandfather was there to watch over my brother when he couldn't sleep, and I literally have mega chills everywhere. As I type this, I have them everywhere as I read it.

I do too. Anyways, thanks so much for taking the time to share my story. I fucking love all the things true crime and super natural and love your podcast to the max. Thanks and keep it weird. And then you wrote an ash sun trick speed. I'm gonna try it. I do it.

I'm gonna try it. I'm gonna try it. But not so weird that you see him in and you're closet and you're kind of freaked out, but you're not really. And you don't know who he is. But then it turns out that he was a great great father who was never new. And who you never knew. And he was just there to protect you.

Much love. Gee. That was good. That was super ash sun protect you. Much love, gee. That was good. That was super asshunter speed of you. Hell yeah. That was awesome, gee. That was really awesome. That was a feel good one. Our next one comes with a photo.

And if you're not crying already, then you're done. If you're not crying, I'm crying. If you're not crying, I'm crying. So this one is the subject line that says, that time my mom turned into an owl. Oh, and that caught my attention. Yeah, that'll do it. So they've attached a picture of their mom and first of all, your mom is so beautiful. So beautiful and adorable.

In her phone case is an owl. I don't know if you noticed that. I love that. I'm sure you use who sent it, notice it. Okay. Hi ladies, love your podcast. Keep up the awesome work. I've been listening to your podcast for a while now and I have gotten several of my work friends to listen to you and they love it as well. That's so nice of you, thanks. You're so sweet. I love when people gather other weirdos. I do too. Thank you for doing these listener tails by the way. They creep me out and also make

me laugh till my sides hurt. Anyways, let me tell you about how my mom turned into an owl. Okay, sounds good. I'll lay it out. Seeded. Lay it out for me. Then it says my mom turned into an owl. Okay, sounds good. I'll play it out. Seated. Lay it out for me. And then it says, note, this is super long. I apologize. Don't.

Never. My name is my name. I know. Am I good? My name is Junzy. Baby note, it's pronounced Junzy. That's a adorable name. That is so cute.

I love it. And then she said, I know it's a super weird nickname, but my semi-hippy mom calls me this, so it just kind of stuck, or called me this. This last year was absolute garbage, and was the definition of a bummer. But it literally made me believe in life after death. So I guess silver linings? You got to look for them.

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And... This last year in November, my absolutely wonderful, amazing mother passed away very suddenly. She died of heart failure. Oh, sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry. It was so sudden, I wasn't even able to say goodbye, and I was literally 30 minutes too late. Oh. That's horrible.

That hurts my heart. And then she said, sorry if they're spelling errors, I'm crying while I write this. Oh my goodness, I just want to hug you. I do too, and also there's no spelling error, so you're off. You're killing it. She was an amazing little mama. She had the biggest heart.

She was a social worker, volunteer for domestic violin shelters, and networks to help women in need. Oh my God. And very faithful. Good. Honestly, like a goddess. I know. Oh my God, wait, no, there's more.

I messed up a very faithful Catholic, a folklorico dancer. Oh. That's probably not how you say that. Folklorico. That's really cool. She loved adopting people, like all my friends called her mama.

Oh my god, I'm great. And was in love with owls. I want to know her. Me too. When you attach to the picture in the beginning, she has one of those faces that you would just smile at so hard if you passed her out the street. She does. She seems like one of those that you would call mama.

She always wanted to have an owl and told me she would come back as an owl after she died. Oh, I love that. I love this. It's like Moan Moana's scrim mother since she come back as a man to ray. Oh my god, yes. In my family, we're Mexican, but I don't know if other Mexicans believe in this.

People will just come back as beloved animals. Example, my whole life, my grandma, who adores Golden Eagles, said that one day, she is going to visit me as an eagle and to watch the sky for her after she passes away. So when I see an eagle, it's her telling me she's watching over me. Okay, my entire body just went into like chill mode right now.

Like wow, you know what? I would wanna be an elephant though. So I'm halfway there. So none of us would see you. You could see me, come to the zoo girl. Oh, you're gonna be an elephant in the zoo? That's a poor afterlife. Yeah, no, I wanna be a wild elephant.

I take it back. Come on a safari girl. Please don't make me a poor afterlife. Yeah, no, I want to be a wild elephant. I take it back. Come on a safari girl. Please don't make me a caged animal. Come on a safari, anyways, this isn't about me. Thankfully, she's not dead, but I'm living in fear for the day she takes off with one of my chickens first neck. That's incredible.

I have no idea what makes them love these certain animals so much, but my mom collected 100 of little owl figures, earrings, bags, and shirts. In fact, we laid her to rest in her favorite owl earrings. This is really hurting me. I really is. But it's beautiful. She watched every documentary of owls out there and just, and got just tickled if you send her pictures and videos of owls. Oh, my God. She also loved those live feeds of baby owls on YouTube. Oh, same. I didn't know that was a thing. Oh, it's great to go in.

It's great. Mind you. In some places in Mexico, owls are seen as omens of death and depicted with the Aztec god of death. But my mom always saw them as good luck, LOL, because she was metal as flip. I love it. That's like the, the case that we've covered of like the, where was it? Was it in Pennsylvania?

The Dutch, they were thinking that it's the American thought that his great grandfather was the one that put a curse on him because he heard an owl. Yeah, and remember I brought it out seven times. And I was like, it's bad luck, but. I don't know why I had brain fart there, sorry, but I was like that thing. I know what I was like

I was like trying to like figure it out trying to help you I'm trying to help you. I was like bad-pictionary. I had a moment. It's okay. We all do So now a little info on where I live because this is semi-important I live in backcountry Nevada There is absolutely nothing around me besides farms and maybe the occasional coyote But the area around me is sometimes me is sometimes eerily quiet sometimes, so there is little to no noise pollution out here. My mama passed away in the living room of our house where I currently live, that she loved, but she wasn't surrounded by all the people she loved. Oh man. I know she would have wanted that,

but God needed one more angel right away, so she wasn't able to say goodbye, and we didn't really get a chance to say goodbye. I'm really sorry that that happened to you. That's really sad, but it gets better. Well, exactly a month after my mom died, I just broke down. I sat in my room and I begged her to come back while just crying. I told her that I really needed her, that I'm scared, that I at 26 years old have no idea what I'm doing, and I missed her so much. Legit, I Kim Kardashian ugly cried for close to three hours until I passed out, swollen and dry. Oh my god, I love you. I just, I was just gonna say, I want to give you like the biggest hug. That night was the first night I dreamt in a month, and I couldn't have been happier. I dreamed that I came into our, my mom and my house, and she was sitting there on the couch looking just as alive and

lovely as always, saying hello to me, and my auntie Gina, who was there for some reason. I saw her and just ran to hug her, and I said, even if this wasn't her, even if this was just a dream, I was so happy to see her. I told her all the things I didn't get to say to her before she left, that I loved her, that she was my hero, most of all that I missed her. I missed dancing with her in the kitchen on Sunday morning's while that just hit me. This just like hit me hard for a second. I read this, oh you're like crying.

I'm thinking of my mom. I'm thinking of my mom. I know, I'm not thinking of my mom. You got me right in my heart. Oh, I'm thinking of my mom. I'm thinking of dancing. I was just like, I'm just like, who is always dancing in the kitchen? Oh, okay. And when my dancer, she says

bebop a loop of baby. And I just want you all to know that. So she does. It's the oh man that just made me sad. For real. We both have like tears in our eyes. So just so you know that. I lost my place because tears. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, vamp through the tears. Yes. Through'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, vamp through the tears. Vamp through the tears. I can't see anything. It could have been a couch. I was so happy to see her.

I loved her. She was my hero. Most of all that I missed her. I'm as dancing with her in the kitchen on Sunday mornings. I'm just talking to her for hours, cuddling with her, and that I was so thankful for everything she did. Sorry I'm crying again. Same.

Everybody is. The entire time she just gave me this knowing smile, the one she would get, the one she would get when you could really tell that she just adored you. Oh my God. And when I said she was gone outside of this dream, she said, I'm gone, huh? In a way that just sounded like she was amused by that.

She was like, her heart please. She's like, oh I'm gone. I laid my head on her lap like I would when I was little and I woke up at 3 a.m. feeling like I could move on. I felt peace for the first time in a month. I cried and thanked her and I thanked God, and that is when I heard it. At first, I thought it was a mountain dove,

but then I was like, what the heck is a mountain dove doing outside my window, cooling for it three in the freaking morning? Then I heard, ooh, ooh, I kid you freaking not. It was a freaking owl. I just burst into tears and asked my mom if that was her to please, please do that one more time. All of a sudden the owl wouldn't stop. It was her. I know deep in my heart, it was her. She came back when I felt I couldn't go on just to tell me goodbye and give me one last hug. I have fucking chills right now I haven't heard that owl before or since that night, but it was enough to convince me that there's something after who knows what

It is but one thing I know is that I'm excited to dance with my owl mom again one day Fuck oh my god. I love you so much. This is like oh In the cheerleel LML still crying, but I got through a goodness dang it. Anyways, that's what happened. I feel absolutely nuts for writing this experience, but flip it, I'm doing this anyways. You are not, you're not nuts, you're amazing. This is poetry.

Anyways, I'll leave y'all with some of my mom's best wisdom. Take one day at a time and keep your heart open to love. Stop it. PES, I attached a picture of my little mama with her favorite owl phone case and owl earrings and Casey were confused by this. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Oh, okay.

And you know what? She was. Terma heart at a muchast. Fuck. Holy. I have, it's very rare for tears to well up in my eyes. Alina does not cry. I don't. There's actual tears. It made me up in my eyes. Alina does not cry.

There's actual tears. It made me think of my mom. Yeah, no, oh my god. And I just was like, oh, what do you think about us? I was thoughtful. She'll bunny. Oh yeah, for sure. There's bunnies all over our damn house.

My mom loves bunnies. But he's big green, it's not mine. She'll be, it just bunnies everywhere. It's fucking bunnies, it's bunny farmly, be a bunny. That was so beautiful. I love that. Oh, I love you for that. I thought owls were bad luck,

and you know what, you just made me feel different. I feel like now I'm gonna feel comforted by owlsounds. It's true. I always loved owlsounds. So when I read that case that it was like, oh, it's like an omen, and people were telling me in some cultures it is an omen. It's even just some families believe it's an omen.

Well, that person said, and I think they said in their culture, it it is an omen. Yeah. Even just some families believe it's an omen. Well, that person said, and they're, yeah, I think they said in their culture it is about a week. Yeah. And at least in some families it is to me, it always like, I loved owls. It always just made me feel like comforted when I heard an owl. Yeah.

So there you go. Perfect. Oh, all right. So this one is going to pick it back up again. It is. So this one is named, a man tried to break into my house less than an hour ago, and I was a pussy. Incredible. He really, I mean, just from the jump.

Whoop there it is. Hi. Hi. Hey. Let me start this off by saying that this story is fresh. It's currently 5.30 in the morning and a majority of this happened around 4.45. Wow. Also, I love your podcast and I love you guys. I know that's how all these listeners tell start and I don't want you guys to go on notice but my brain is scrambled right now. It's okay. Well, you'll get it in a minute. So back to it. This literally just happened. I was sleeping in my bed. Two cats cuddled up next to me when suddenly I heard my mud room door open and I think it's weird for one of my friends to be here at 4.45, but they all have a key, so maybe there's a crisis mode.

They're always in crisis mode. But as soon as I didn't hear the key code being punched in, I came to terms with the terrifying reality that this was not, in fact, one of my best friends drunk crying because their boyfriend wouldn't let them hit the jewel. That's a very relatable experience. I have a glass door with a wooden outline. It's tinted, so you can't see that well and you can't see out either. All I saw was the outline of this man's body as he kept trying to turn my doorknob. I said, uh, please go away. And it sounded weak. And then I said it with some dominance of my voice. And he said, bitch, what? Imagine if like

the robber was like, bitch, what? And I said with true mean white lady in my voice, I'm calling the police. And he mumbled, bitch, what? I stood there no pants on in a goddamn tie-dye t-shirt from an eighth-grade field trip silhouette to silhouette with this man holding the door knob and calling the police. My mind raced with thoughts like this is it isn't it? I'm being very poorly nightstopped and my cats got to protect these bitch-ass cats. Oh my god. Oh, well this is just what I get for being a young woman on my own. I was on the phone with the dispatcher gracefully having one of the biggest meltdowns of my life. And as this man came in and out of the mudroom, I was like,

wait, came in and out of the mudroom. Oh, he was coming in the actual mudroom. I didn't even realize that. Oh, I was like, the police are on their way. Go away. And she was like, ma'am, calm down. You don't want to irritate him. He could get aggressive. And I said back to her, I listen to true crime. I'm a friend's, I'm in forensic psychology. I'm not going down without a fight. And she was like, ma'am, this is a Wendy's I'm in forensic psychology. I'm not going down without a fight and she was like, ma'am This is a Wendy's drive-through also the police have just parked I was like wait, how did you call a Wendy's drive-through of it? The police got to my house and proceeded to ask me the most dumbass police questions But also like police guy thank you for saving me like who's this man to you? And do you have a description and I was like no, I didn't at him. And I don't know him because I wasn't about that life.

Ha-ha-ha-ha. Precurses into the next part. I live right outside of Cincinnati in a place called Covington. It's own little city and it's own little regard. And it's only a five minute drive over the bridge to get into downtown Cincinnati. They weren't finding the guy, but I was like, yeah, I'm leaving.

They asked them if they could just stay with me until I got my car. So I could go to a friend's house who lived a couple of walks away. I was not about to walk those blocks after that, my guy. I agree. I love when people say, my guy. As I got to my car, one of the officers knocked on my window, and I was like, damn, am I being arrested now or something? And then he was like, yeah, we just want you to know that we did find a guy in your alleyway

He was drunk as hell stumbling around telling us not to arrest him because he thought he was in Cincinnati And this was his house, but we did arrest him because obviously this is not Cincinnati and this is not his house I Mean I was relieved obviously. I was not about that life But the officer was like so you don't have to leave if you don't want to. And I was like, uh, yeah, I think the fuck I do. Anyway, this is my insane story about how a drunk guy mistook my house for a house he'd have to cross an entire bridge to get to, and maybe think that I was going to be bundied. Thank you for reading this. I love your podcast so much. Thanks. See. Oh my god. I was getting up bungee. I love it. She made that a verb. Oh my God. I love it. Wow. I also love that that literally just happened like 15 minutes

before she was like, I gotta sit down and tell everybody about this. Oh, you killed it. Thank you for this. That was a good little like break the sadness. This is another good little break the sadness. Oh man. This one's gonna gross you out and that's why I picked it. I'm upset. It's called Listener Tale here. Hello, morbidu-pes.

I'm morbidu-pes. I'm obsessed with that. I'm into it. Fellow weirdo here and longtime listener. Y'all's genuine banter and contagious laughter gets me through my long work days and I just want to thank you for providing the smiles. Wait, I mean storytelling.

Anyways, so I wanted to share a fun light-hearted little spooop spooop from my childhood. We love childhood spooop spooop from my childhood. We love childhood spooop spooop spooop. Remember when I thought that was a typo? You totally did, I love it. So, okay. Just two quick bits about one booger-eaten old lady who I called grandma Stella. Now, Stella was Stella, who was a Stella, but was actually named Mary.

I hate this. Am I right? Stella was Stella, who was us Stella, but actually named Mary. The South. Am I right? Stella was Stella who was us Stella, but actually named Mary. In case you missed that. That's chaos. That's incredible. That is chaotic and I love it. They wrote, still was attitude. She better have been attitude. She didn't give a damn nor take one. She raised each family generation in her kitchen and could always be found dancing around it. Oh my God, kitchen dancing is a theme this week.

While making her favorite snack, Rice Krispie treats. Oh, we love it. Oh, so yum. Put a pin in here. This comes full circle. When she became less active, she could be seen flicking her boogers across the room at you or getting her little grub, grubby

fingies up there and finding her second favorite snack. Also, oh my god, I'm so cute. Also, y'all, boogers are my trigger warning. Save. Give me gourd all day, but if I see a, uh, no, can't, and that's what, that's what they wrote, I didn't write that. Okay, moving on, is this, I'm with you on that. That's my trigger warning. Yeah, as this thing has gone on long enough. Well, Stella isn't with us anymore and hasn't been for a while,

and that's okay because I was young and yo, like, that's life. It is, but the world is a better place without her. I know. So fast forward to 13 years old. Life is good, I have my own room. Spice curls are dominating the airwaves and I have finally kissed my crush.

Oh yeah. I just felt that in my bones. Like I felt that summer. It's that that was way too young for me to kiss my first crush because, late bloomer, all your cute. I was just a little how it summer came. So I was like,

blah, blah, blah. My best friend was actually basically our weekend orphan and was with me all the time. As this was, and this time was no different. Another weekend of staying up too late watching whatever horror flick we could sneak past our parents. My friend was also notorious for never sleeping at my house. She could stay up for hours of the night well into the morning. Well, upon awakening from my full 12-hour child like slumber, I see my friends.

I know. I see my friend, bright eyed and bushy tailed, but with a slight look of fear, she asks me, who is baking in the kitchen last night? I wanted to ask her if she was new here. My house was like, was ran like a tight ship, and she knew no one in their right mind would even try to make noise that late at night because parents are dicks.

Yikes. I finally responded with horror in my voice. No one why? She explained she heard someone in the kitchen last night making something that smelled like rice crispy treats. We asked my mom about it in the morning and she just very casually mentioned that those were grandma's jealous favorites

and then trailed off in a cloud of six smoke without further explanation. Okay mom, she's another story. I wanna hear more about her. That's great. You might want to see the watch. If I watch, just told me to breathe. It's like chill out girl.

I like when it tells me to stand when we're in the middle of this, I'm like, kind of can't do it. Y'all, I would have brushed this off except for maybe a month later to this happening. I was in my room getting ready for bed and had strange shit start happening. I was in my room getting ready for bed and had strange shit start happening. I was chilling and listening to music when I got the feeling.

Oh yeah. You know when you know. You know. That's where I'm at. I look behind me. I look around by the little shelf next to the door and I shit you not. Everything came flying off that shelf.

Now at this point in my life, I fancied myself quite the special bitch of a witch, like many other that age, and I knew it was Stella. I said aloud that I knew she was there and not to scare me. I wasn't scared, but I knew she was a prankster, so I was ready for everything, even a ghostly booger war. After I put everything back on the shelf, I decided it was probably bedtime.

I tried turning down the music, and that's when the prank started. This booger have an ass broad kept blasting my music every time I tried turning it down. A good four or so attempts of her ass, a good four or so attempts her abasking her. Yeah, thank you. I'm fine. I'm asking you to stop before she took the hint and quit and realize that 9 p.m. wasn't dancing outward this house, unfortunately. So anyway, that's my story about Grandma Still.

Hope she's rainin' boogies on God's trifle mass. Keep it weird y'all and thanks for doing what you do. Hope you enjoyed my story and thank you for sharing. I can't, thank you for sharing of Stella made the cut. Oh, if so, if you know whatever. Can't wait for the next episode. Thanks again, Alim. Oh, Alim! Rain and boogers on God's trifling ass. I cannot thank you enough for that. I'm not okay.

I cannot thank you enough for that. Incredible. Be safe. Oh. Be safe. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Dear Ashina Lena, what up, bad bitches? What up? What up? Here's my listener tale of the top hat douchebag that loves to roam my house. What? My parents divorced when I was in fourth or fifth grade and ended up back together before my eighth grade year.

And that fall we moved into our current house. It's a nice two story, three bedrooms, four bedroom, three bath house, with plenty of room for my parents, brother, me, and our small zoo. When we first moved in, something felt off, but you know, whatever I was 14. Months passed, and it was our first summer in our house. It was 3 a.m. and of course I'm awake and craving a popsicle, obviously. Duh. I went downstairs, and as I passed the downstairs bedroom slash bath I heard my name clear as day I was like okay cool and kept doing my thing. I would be like I'm leaving now

She's like all right. I got my popsicle and was halfway up the stairs when I felt a huge presence behind me I ran upstairs and hit under my blankets when suddenly my TV went full on static mode throw it out the window Yeah, this isn't okay. That's when you get rid of it. I stayed up until 4 a.m. when it shut off and I did not sleep. Things only got worse. I would be downstairs alone and hear my name from the next room.

If I ignored it, the voice would get louder and angrier. No. No. No. I don't like that at all. No, I really don't like that. So let's see, where am I? Just let's my opinion.

Eventually, this douche made his first appearance. I was laying down watching TV when I saw a head peek around the wall in my room. How do you peek around a wall? This head was at least six feet off the floor, and there was a top hat, but no body. No. Eventually, I saw the man standing in my window looking out.

He never turned around just staring out the window. I'm like, what are you contemplating? I turned and nope the fuck out. One night I slept in my mom's room with her and he fucking walked through the doorway and disappeared before my eyes. No, I don't like that. And this doesn't even sound like sleep paralysis

because she's not sleeping. And you know what it reminds me of? And it follows when that tall guy walks through the doorway Oh my God, fuck me up. When we watched that and that happened, I had such a visceral reaction to that. You don't like big things. Big things for me.

Which is hilarious because John is like six three. I married John as a tall thing. And I love that tall thing. And I think the same guy that walks through the door, remember when he's standing on the roof? Yeah. That's like such a good movie. Guys, if you haven't seen it, follows that'll fuck you right up. Cinematic gold. This just made me think of it. Like he walked through the door way. Yeah. And seeing a ghost just walking the door way. It's been seven years and I still see this man around my house and hear him, but I'm less scared since he isn't physical,

just annoying and douchey. I'm 22 now, and I still warn him that I'm not afraid. Don't do that. That's my listener tale of the annoying top hat douche that lives in my house. Keep it weird, Kinsey. PS, I've been here for months, and you all are my number one podcast,

and have helped my terrible car anxiety from another story I will totally submit. Thank you for being the absolute best bitch as I've listened to. Keep it weird, much love. Kinsey is such a cute name. Much love right back at you, Kinsey, because I'm really scared for you.

There's a top hat guy who looks at your house. Kinsey, don't tell him that you're not afraid of him, because then he's gonna be like, oh yeah, bitch. I'm gonna give you a reason to be. He's gonna be like, let me trust him more. Just be like, listen, you're scaring me and I live here now, maybe you did before, but. But this is my house, you know.

Can we just coexist without running into each other? Yeah, like either say, well, coexist, but please stop scaring me because you're stressing me out or be like, this is my house now and you need to leave. Don't do the latter. No, do that. You're supposed to take charge with a ghost. Are you?

It's not their house anymore. I don't take charge with anybody, you know that. You really don't, but I do. I'll line up the ghosts in my house though. I'm like, you're fine. You can hang. As long as you don't cross a line. As long as you're not cutting up my children's sheets.

Like, when that happened, I went out in the hallway and I was like, listen, you're scaring them. And if you keep doing it, I'm gonna send you packing. That's the mom of there and you. And it never happened again. They've never had that nightmare again. That's weird. I was home alone last night.

We're just gonna drift off into a tale. I was home alone last night for the first time ever. Annie never sleeps away from home, but she was sleeping at her parents. And fucking, now that I have an animal, because before I could just ignore the noises and think that it was just me. But now when you have an animal. Not when when you have an animal Franklin's like laying on my chest like being all cute and shit And I hear this noise and I'm like that's just nope

No, I hear it. He not only like like lurked his head over there He got up and ran outside like out into the other room and I was like well fuck me. Yep. Yeah, you can't ignore it with animals But it was fine and also my apartment building was built in like 2016 so I think it's fine. So unless it's it's like that meme that's like why don't go show up and be like it's Brittany bitch Why isn't always like a Victorian guy? It might be the spirit of Brittany, but that's another story Last listener tale is called the crouching man hate it already crouching tiger. That's like a yoga pose, isn't it? Probably I've never done it. Oh.

Hey guys, I'm an avid listener to your podcast. For my job, I survey alone in the defense forest. Dense? Dense? Did the defense forest? I was like, what'd you say at the second time? I was like, no. Well, I think my brain just fills in.

It does. It does. It's certainly done. In the defense forest. The dense forest. No, I know, I just want to say that again. It was funny. In the dense forest, a Pacific Northwest,

and I used to listen to your podcast every day at work. That's until you did some episodes about creepy Pacific Northwest shit, and I got too spooked, so now I have had to restrict myself to afterwork listening. Oh no. Keep doing what you're doing. Sorry.

So it's okay. Crouching man. But anyway, I have a story for your listener tales. So when I was in college, I lived in this three story house that was built in 1902, making the house 116 years old at the time. Mine's older. Humble, Brad? Yeah, just straight up. No, no, humble.

There were only four bad dreams, but we had six girls living there because life is expensive. Yeah it is. It had visibly underwent multiple additions to create this Modge Podge house. We had only one bathroom. Oh my god, for six girls, how did you survive that? Yeah, and it was on the top floor off the master bedroom. Then off that bathroom was a porch that you could only access from said third floor bathroom. There was a porch off of the bathroom.

What the fuck? If there were any budding architects out there, I would highly recommend that floor plan. Never be recreated of the Rhymlis girls. One lived in the sun room. That would, that would be my room. I would pick the sun room. I would not. And one lived in the unfinished basement. That's what you would would fucking probably the basement was mostly cement with an exposed pipe ceiling

No, thanks there were even there was even a small room in the corner of the basement solely designed for game meat processing Amazing because Midwest which is like creepy we hung a two-bock and biggie poster out of wall and in that room and tried to call it good It sounds good to me. One night I come home around 2am from the library. I have been cramming for an exam and was in that caffeine-induced exam anxiety state. That formal education so graciously provides. I know it well. That's why I dropped out of college. I eventually got to sleep in my room. A room that also had a direct wooden staircase to the empty attic. No, thank you. Yikes.

Which was like totally never ever creepy or weird to explain to guests. No. My voice just gave out there. I did. It was just like, I was like, don't talk. Sometime in the night, I go to a rollover and what do I see? But a man sitting in the fetal position next to me. Oh, what? In case nobody else has experienced this,

I would describe it as quite alarming. I, yeah. You don't describe it. That's a great way to describe it. He had his knees pulled up through his chest and was sitting on the pillow next to me. He was on your fucking pillow? No.

That's rude. He was thin and had on long pants, a long shirt with a hat. I'm not talking like Nike sweatpants and a beanie though. No. That's not what I was picturing. I'm talking like some classy-ass wool trousers and some sort of newsboy-esque hat. That's what I pictured. What does that sound like? That sounds like a newsboy hat. Remember when I, that's like exactly the ghost that I saw in your room? Oh, you're right.

I was like, I don't know what that sounds like. Cool. Yes, you're right. That does. But he was a little boy. I quickly roll for a split second till my instinct set in, and I sat up aggressively in an attempt to somehow defend myself against this man. But once I did, he was gone, and I was just left sitting there, staring at my wall. Huh, okay.

I told myself it was this sleep deprivation, and I must have just hallucinated. It could happen. Although I thought I never hallucinated before, I figure human minds are full of wonder. So that's what I chalked it up to. The wonder of human minds. That's what I would track it up to.

Although I thought I had never hallucinated before, I love that you're not sure about it. Like, but perhaps. I can't, I don't think I did. I didn't tell anybody because it didn't seem worth sharing. Oh, I don't know, that seems pretty worth sharing. That's a shareable moment. But I definitely wrote about it in my journal.

Fast forward around two weeks from that night. I was hanging in the kitchen with my roommate who lived in the basement. She actually picked up the nickname basement, Dweller. That's awesome. Which is a weird nickname looking back. I feel like that's what Pappa would call somebody that lived in the basement.

Oh, yeah. She was just in an annoying mood, being all snappy with the world. I asked her what was up with her mood. She said she hadn't slept well last night and kind of apologized. I asked her why she hadn't slept well. Her tone changed a little bit, and she explained

she was kind of spooked in the basement. She said she felt like somebody was watching her sleep. My interest became a little more personal when she said that. I cried a little more, and she ends up admitting she thought she saw a man, a man. She thought she saw a man. She thought she saw a man. She doesn't know what happens to me. I love when you go into those fancy inflection. I think there's just multiple, I think I have multiple personality. I think there's like an orphaned Victorian boy just caught inside of your soul somewhere.

Everyone's a wild chisper. So, there's also an old, like, southern woman. Yeah, there's many. Am I good? Many spirits inside of you. Okay. Um, we're a man. I'm supposed to be a man. I lost my place.

I made her show me where this supposed man was in her room. Yes, was in her room. She could have, she could have, that she doesn't actually think he was real. She figured she had just somehow gotten really spooked out and imagined a man crouching in her closet area. That would be a very vivid imagination. I was gonna say, people are really given like benefit of the town. Yeah, I'd be like, well, we're moving and also burning the house down.

Because if I saw a crouching man, I would never do anything, but be like, that was a crouching man and something needs to be done. Yeah. When she sat up in her bed with her phone light, he was suddenly nowhere to be seen. We go down into the basement and sit on her bed. From there, she points to where she saw the figure crouching. She has all her shirts hung on hangers from pipes in the ceiling.

And then her shoes flat on the floor below. The space between the shirts and the shoes was nowhere for a grown man in the in between space without it being very obvious. She said he was in the fetal position as well, but propped up on his feet. If anybody knows the lightning position, that's the idea. Oh yeah. That's really great. I hate that so much.

I end up telling her my story because how could you not see the obvious coincidence of it all? Connection. Connection. No coincidence. No, I was just saying that there's a connection. Oh, I thought you said I read that right. No, I was like, no, it's coincidence.

I was like, look at connection. I'm like, I read that right. When you stopped, I was like, what was I saying? What I said? I was like, there was a connection. The basement tweller was decidedly way more spooked than I was like, what? What did I say? What I say? I was like, there was a connection. The basement tweller was decidedly way more spooked than I was. I honestly thought she was kind of overreacting. We both shared sentiments that we both knew this was not a real life man.

If it was any, if it was even anything at all, we ended up telling our roommates that night who ended up being pretty curious and we collectively started referring to the man as the crouching man. Obviously, duh. We all slept a little less soundly for a few weeks, but it became one of those things you just kind of pushed to the side because thinking too much about it can lead your mind to stray a little too far. We end up sub-leasing the house to some freshman girls for the summer. Girls who we didn't know other than a quick interview and tore when they decided they wanted to live

in our weird Modge Podge house for a few months. As the freshman girls were moving out in the fall, my roommate was moving back and had a funny conversation topic got brought up. Apparently, the freshman who was subletting my room had her older sister visiting from out of town. Her and her sister were sharing the bed one night. They had the door to the attic and the door to the hallway closed.

Her sister woke up screaming bloody murder night. They had the door to the attic and the door to the hallway closed. Her sister woke up screaming bloody murder for someone to turn the light on. My sub letter jumped up to get out of bed and flipped the light. Her sister was being hysterical, but eventually the explanation came out that she woke up to a man crouching in the corner of her room, staring at her. Once the light was on the man in the corner disappeared. These girls had never known our previous stories, which makes the fact that three different women all experienced a very similar occurrence without knowing of each other's stories,

kind of terrifying. Kind of. Kind of, yeah. Even though I was the one who originally saw the crouching man, I still thought it to be some like weird dreaming stuff between the basement dweller and I. But after I heard that a random girl who I don't know saw a similar thing in my room, I am now more open to possibilities.

The most obvious answer would be that there was some literal creep that would break into our house and watch women sleep. I don't know if that's so obvious though. Yeah, I don't think I wouldn't go with that first. Right. But though my experience, through my experience and the others, it was so inherently not

in a live human with super-hyde and sick skills. Exactly, because he just appears when the lake comes out. Right. I would like to say that I have a, I would like to say I have a silver, oh my god, I'm done. I have a sliver of spirituality, but honestly that, even that is a stretch. Most people who have had this story take it as a ghost story, which it might be, but I'm also familiar with the power of human mind and experience, so it also might not be. I do know that once, I'm trying to slow down

to what I don't know. Are you okay? I do know that once, two male roommates moved in there. There was no more crouching man sightings. So yeah, overall that house was bubbling with happy memories and lots of great concerts. The crouching man ended up being referred to as another roommate of sorts in conversation. I think we did that to make light of the situation and ease our worries. I did move to the room. I did move to the room across the hall though. Hope you guys are doing well with the new baby arriving to your family. Oh, that was sweet.

Oh, this a been a long time ago. A long time ago. Oh, listen. Wow. That was a story and I think it was a ghost. Oh, it was a ghost. There's no way. No, there's no other explanation.

No, and he was in a crouching position you're like, what the hell did he die from? Like that sounds like he was scared or like Yeah, I was going on. It's like what's your story, bro? What's your story? I would want to ask him I'd be like what's just why you crouch like that? Yeah, that's what you would think of at like two in the morning when you wake up and he's like tell me what's your story? I feel like he had like black eyes. I just see him as like a very gaunt I feel like he had like black eyes. I just see him as like a very gaunt dude.

Like very like dark circles under his eyes. I picture him like super thin. Yeah, I don't love it. So that is our listener tails episode, which is good because Ash is officially like malfunction. I know what it is. I read like super super fast. And it's like you can't understand me.

So then I slow myself down and then me slowing myself down messes me up. Yeah. So you just gotta find a happy medium. I can I just talk fast. You guys, you guys slow it down on your phone. There you go. You can just slow it down.

People are always like, Ash, you duck so fast. You do, I know. I know. It's a disorder. I have a lot to say, a little time to say. I also drink a lot of coffee. It's very true.

Well, we hope you guys dug your listener tails. We loved them. They were so good. They made me laugh. They made me cry. Yeah. They definitely made us cry. Yeah. They were everything. So we appreciate it. We do appreciate it. And you'll be getting another episode this weekend on Saturday. So look forward to that. That's going to be so exciting. Hope you listen to our Crime Countdown episode this week and another one on Monday. And yeah, I think that's all we have to say. So yeah, we hope you keep listening.

And we hope you. Keep it. Weird. But not so weird that your brother sees this top hack guy and his closet and then turns out you know that top hack guy and it's Hugo. And that's a weird that your mom turns into an owl But you should keep it that weird because that was the most beautiful story I ever read before and not so weird

That's still if it was a booker at you because who wants a booker throwing out them not so weird that some guy breaks into your house And it's like me Which is my house and then they find them in an alley because you don't want to find that guy in an alley You just don't want to find that guy at all. No, thanks That's a weird that there's a top hack I creepin' on your house and you're not scared of them and you tell them that you're not scared of them I mean, Kinsey come on don't tell them that you're not scared of them because then he's gonna do some shit Not so weird that some guy is crouching in your house and you're not scared of them and you tell them that you're not scared of them. I mean, Kinsey, come on, don't tell them that you're not scared of them because then he's gonna do some shit.

Not so weird. That some guy is crouching in your corner and you're not sure if you hallucinated ever, but don't do that. He was a ghost. He was. You're not listening. It's not weird. Oh, he's so much show. Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to Morvid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music.

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