Morbid - Listener Tales 17

Episode Date: September 5, 2020

Listener Tales!!!! Get ya listener tales! We needed to lighten things up this week after the wild ride that was the Moors Murderers. This episode features a horrific hike almost gone wrong, a UFO sighting to the song Untouched by the Veronicas, and a ghost car chase among some other great gems! If you have a listener tale you’d like us to read send it on over to [e-mail] with “Listener Tale” somewhere in the subject line! Thank you to our sponsors: VARSITY TUTORS:  To reserve your spot in a FREE class, go to VARSITY TUTORS.com/morbid 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 Ash and I'm Alaina. And this is a listener tails morbid. It's a new one. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you. Sure is. It's gonna be a good one.

I picked these while in the bathtub last night and I had tears coming out of my eyes. So if you don't think they're funny, you're just wrong. I love that and I haven't read them yet. So this is going to be me reacting in real time. Live. So if I trip over words, I'm sorry, I didn't read it yet. It's okay. I'll forgive you. So I think the only thing we wanted to mention was, oh, just this little thing. Well, the thing called morbid network. They big morbid network. And we just wanted to quickly just kind of, well, first of all, if you don't have social media or you didn't see it yesterday, we announced that we are starting or have started

our own podcast network under the audio boom umbrella and it's called morbid network. Yeah. Right now we have five shows under our network. We have cult leader, which I know like a lot of people lost their mind because who doesn't love Spencer. Everybody loves a good Spencer. Everybody loves the Spencer Henry vote for him in the BMA next year. We have strange and unusual podcast, Her voice is amazing. She's so relaxing. And you're going to learn so much. She's spooky history.

It's great. Then we have that spooky. We have Johnny and Tyler there. And they are amazing. They're going to be your new gay best friends talking drag race, all things paranormal. They're going to talk shit about serial killers. It's incredible.

They're amazing. And they're from Canada. So hello, who doesn't love Canada? Either. We also have seven deadly sinners, which is a new podcast that I think you're all going to die for. So, it's talking about crazy preachers and crazy cults. It's awesome. And it's hosted by Rachel O'Brien. Who we had. Who we for who for for who was who we have had? Okay on our show and we love Rachel and she's also a stand-up comedian like professionally. She is so fucking funny guys. One of the most hilarious people I know. Go check out our social media sites so you can see all the videos that everybody wrote about them because the last one that we have on our

Network right now and by the way these aren't the only podcasts we're ever gonna have on the network We to expand. It's going to be a morbid takeover. This is just our little here you go. This is the first little smattering of the fam. Right. But the last network that we have in there is a new podcast that has not been released yet. It will be released October 1st. And it is me, Alaina, who are you? I'm Alaina. Yeah. And our very good friend and friend of the pod, Caleb from Horror Soup, what, what? And together we are doing a podcast called Scream with an exclamation point. Scream. And it's basically us every week choosing a different horror movie. I choose one.

He chooses one. And then we argue about it and talk about it. And it's fun. It's all horror movies. So if you're in the horror movies, that's where to go to hear me talk shit about serial killers with reckless abandon. Boom. Yeah. So that's going to be coming out October 1st. We're really excited about this network because we get to introduce all these people to, you know, the morbid audience.

Cause these are all pods that we've loved for a really long time. Exactly. We have a feeling that most of you are going to love them too. Absolutely. And just we feel that they should get the love they deserve. Exactly. And again, we chose them based on one. We love them.

We've listened to them. You believe in their podcasts. We believe in them. And also, we want to go to dinner with all of them. So it's important. Yeah. And like, yeah. And like, yeah. And like, yeah. So, uh, yeah. So that was exciting.

And we just wanted to, you know, say, yay for all those podcasts. Yeah. And we can't wait to keep doing stuff in them and keep adding and all that fun stuff. And did you explain like what a network is if anybody's confused? Oh, yeah. Cause I know some people were confused. And I, you know, I didn't know what a net podcast network was before I was a podcaster. It's kind of like a newer thing. Yeah. So we like we are under audio boom as our podcast network. They are the people that you know like just kind of like grow you and help you grow with you. And it's kind of like how NBC is a network and they have shows under their network. Right. You know, that's kind of what it is. So nothing's going to change with morbid.

It's just us introducing more shows into your lives. And just now related to these shows. Yeah. And just growing our brand a little bit. That's all. So nothing will change with morbid just in case anyone was wondering, it's all going to be the same. Still exciting stuff.

You're here to meet. Exactly. Sure. Welcome. You'll be in nothing will change with crime countdown either. No. That's podcast.

That's a separate. That's a separate network. And never Crime Countdown either. No, that's podcast. That's a separate, that's a separate name. And Debra. Yeah, literally. I know it's confusing, but we love you. And it's all gonna be awesome. So I think that's really all we have. Yeah, we are super excited about that. Because the last like week or two have been, have been,

I'm all right. I promise. You know, it's, it's a day. Yeah, because the last couple weeks with Myron Ian, Henley and Brady, Yadayata, I'm alright, I promise. Yeah, you know, it's it's a day. Yeah, because the last couple weeks with Myron Ian, Henley and Brady, Yadayada, I don't know what's going on. Are you okay? Do you want me to say? No, I can say it. I just like, wow. Yeah, I think my coffee hasn't hit yet.

Yeah, apparently. It's the morning-ish. A little bit. Well, because the last couple of weeks have been so devastating to your ear meat with myrahindli and Ian Brady. Yes, okay. We decided that we would kind of lighten things up for you a little bit with some listening details. Yeah, I think we could all use it. I know I could use it personally because I've been like just meshed into everything Ian Brady and myrahindli. Yeah. I need to get out of that headspace. So I'm ready for you guys to take me on your weird ass journey.

Seriously. So whatever you're doing, I need a weird ass journey because we, I think we talked about the picture that you accidentally saw. Yep. And then I accidentally saw it. Yeah. So that was fun. That was real.

And then I woke up at one o'clock in the morning the other night and it was the first image in my brain. And so I was like, I'll go on Instagram to relax. And then the first thing that popped up was old ass Ian Brady in my brain. And so I was like, I'll go on Instagram to relax. And then the first thing that popped up was old ass Ian Brady in my eye meat. So you know what I did? Oh, I know what I did. I have to tell everybody if you don't follow me on Twitter. I woke up at one o'clock with that horrible thought and then that happened. And I went into my kitchen and I got some chips of hoi cookies and I dipped them in marshmallow fluff and ate them. And then I watched the simple life,

and then I ate some ice cream. What a power move. Until four o'clock in the morning. You're just, you're taking it all back for me and Brady. Yeah, fuck, just we agree, Brady. That's how I punched a Myrahendly supporter in the face. Yeah, that's our new, our new, uh, with marshmallow fluff,

movement is punch of Myrahendly supporter in the face today. Okay, so do that. So listener tales. My first one is called listener stories hiking is for dead people. Sure is. Hopefully I can get through this because you know how when it's listener

tales, I just forget how to be literate. You know, it's hard. It starts off by saying, Hey, Ash and Alina, I just started listening to you guys about a month ago, and I'm already like a hundred episodes in.

Wow. That's impressive. I love you. This is my first a month ago, and I'm already like a hundred episodes in. Wow, that's impressive. I love you. This is my first true crime podcast, and I am so glad, glad proud to now call myself a weirdo. I'm unsure how to preface this story, so I'm gonna jump right in.

I'm originally from Iowa, and I've never traveled much outside of the Midwest until very recently. The only time I traveled was with my family to go be crew for my dad at races. He's a runner. Last runner. Last runner. Last summer, I went to California to do research near LA, and it was the furthest I've ever been from my family. I was so excited to be away from home and in California of all places, and I wanted to try all of the things. Anyway, where I was staying

was really close to this beautiful mountain. And about a week or two into coming to California, I decided I want to go hiking. LOL first mistake. LOL. And they wrote that, not me. I asked if anyone wanted to go with me, but I think all the students I was there with were sleeping in. Me. So I decided to go alone. No. A choice, girl. Don't do it. I decided I, I'm just reading that again. I was planning on taking the ski lift up the mountain, going zip lining, great choice. And then going back home.

I Uber there took the ski lift up, one zip lining, which took like 30 seconds and felt like I might as well make a day of it and hike up the mountain. No. Don't make a day of it. No. If you make a day of it, you might make a life of it or a night of it. That's the new motto. I like that. If you're trying to just make a day of it, you might make a life of it or a night of it. That's the new motto. If you're trying to just make a day of it, you might make a life of it.

So think about that. And I feel like it will be a short life. Yes. Who? This was June in California. I had one bottle of water, one granola bar and zero sunscreen. Super smart. I know.

I'd be dead just because of the lack of sunscreen, obviously. And I would be dead because I eat every two hours. Uh, I get that from my grandpa. It was maybe a five mile hike up to the top. It was beautiful. I took lots of pictures and then I started hiking back down. I then ski lifted back down to the bottom and bought a sweatshirt because I was so sunburned that I was getting cold.

Oh, no. And my eyes were sunburned, so I used the hood for shade. Girl, did you do this? I'm upset about that. I know. This is the so I used the hood for shade. Girl, did you do this? I'm upset about that. I know. This is the horror part of the story for me. My eyes were sunburned. Like, I've never had that happen.

It was about 6 p.m. My phone had like 7% left. I had zero service. It was at this time I realized how royally fucked I was. It took you a little while. I'm not gonna lie. But you know what you came to the kitchen. You got there. I'm proud of you. I had already walked like 11 or 12 miles. I

don't even think I've walked that in my lifetime. That sentence didn't even register to me. It was like what? No, fuck that. And was now going to need to find my way back to the school or at least the bottom of the mountain to get new burr. I was so mad at myself, but I turned my phone off to try to save the battery and started walking down the hill. After a couple miles, somebody pulled over and asked if I wanted a ride. You never want a ride. You don't want a ride. As badly as you want a ride, you don't want a ride. You don't. He was an old man who had a chihuahua in the back, and I was getting really bad vibes from him.

I don't know if I was delirious, gullible, or if I was lulled into security by the dog. That's what they do that. But I got in. Oh, no, no, no! Things were normal at first. He was asking where I was from and what kind of research I was doing. But then things took a dark turn. He started asking whether I was a good Christian girl.

I know. I would literally tuck and roll out of that car. A media okay. I'd be like, I'm real bad. I'm mad to the ball. Watch this. Yeah. Watch me do a stunt.

Nope. He asked if I, if I read the Bible every day, no. And other weird stuff. I've tried to block it out. He then started telling me about how much he hated his wife. Well, well, his ex-wife for keeping him from his daughter. He started talking about how he hated all women and thought of them as slaves.

Oh, no. What? I'm so glad that you're writing this right now because if I didn't know any better, I'd be like, you died. Well, then you died. Yeah. I also, I'd be like, hi, I'm the woman's.

I'm the woman's. Why are you helping me? Oh, my. Because you're going to kill me. Of course, I'm I'd be like, hi, I'm I'm the woman's. I'm the woman. Like, why are you helping me? Oh, my. Because you're gonna kill me. Yes. Of course I'm freaking the fuck out. I try to get him talking about his daughter, which seemed to calm him down a little bit. I noticed we're not going the right way.

Of course you're not. You're never going the right way. You should have just known that. You're never going. You had to know that you were going to go in the opposite direction. The direction you did it go. So far, so far, the opposite direction.

Yeah, I'm it. Elena so mad, she just threw her fucking charger again. Sorry, I have very loose outlets in my house because again, it's a thousand years old. Legitimately. Uh, you know, headed the wrong way. Looked to be headed in the opposite way from school, the from the school I was staying at. I had turned my phone back on and finally had service.

When the dude noticed I had my phone out, he started going crazy and talking about how I just needed to turn the phone off and stop recording him and he looked super crazy. My heart was pumping so fast and I felt like this was gonna be it and I told him to let me out, that I could walk from here. Luckily he stopped and let me out of the car. I genuinely don't know how I got out of this alive.

Me either. Wow. Like I'm shocked that he just let her out with like no fans or butts. That stresses me out even more. Yeah, honestly. Cause like why did he follow you? I don't know. He was so hateful and seemed so unhinged and reminded me of the way so many serial killers feel towards their mothers or just women in general. Yes. Absolutely. Honestly. So with the 2% left on my phone, I had lost signal again and started walking down the mountain again. I found a fire department and called an Uber who took me back to the college I was staying at.

I keep getting the urge to go look through the arrest in LA County, but I know I would be fucked up if I found out he had actually kidnapped her murdered somebody. So I stopped myself. No! Go back and look for that. You're fine. I know. I would love to know. You're good. I'll look for you. I need to know. Anyways, that was the beginning of my summer. It didn't stop me from continuing to do all the things,

but I took people with me for the rest of my trips. That's smart. Good. Smart girl. Good, good. I have now learned that I would not have survived the 70s. Me either. Nope, you wouldn't have. You would have been right on that bus with Ash. You would have, I think you honestly would have died before me and that's a big insult. And I'd be waving at Bollywood. I love you, girl, but that's an insult. Because I am way too trusting and might have gotten

into the car with Ed Kemper. I was thinking that the entire time that you would have definitely taken a ride from Ed Kemper. See, I wouldn't have. I feel like I would have gotten bad vibes from Ed Kemper. Oh no, I think, no, I think he's very trusting and he has a very soothing voice.

And he has glasses and I think he could make anybody feel very like chill. I'm gonna say something moderately problematic. I feel like I just would have gotten on the bus with Charlie Manson because he was pretty good looking back in the day. I mean, it is what it is. Yeah, you know.

Anyways, this is why hiking is for dead people and why I should have started listening to you guys a year ago. Love your show. And thanks for listening to my story. Kayla, PS, if you were curious, I do research and math. I was curious, Kayla, at the end of this, I was going to be like, by the way, what's the research? Because you know what? That's awesome. And good for you. Women and math.

That needs to be more of a thing. So, Kayla, I'm glad we didn't lose you. Me too. Real glad about that. Don't ever do that again. No. So glad that you're listening to us now. We can yell and scream at you about all the things you did wrong.

We love you. We love you so much and that's why we're so happy that you lived. You're right. We want you to continue to live. So, wow. That don't ever happen again because I'm genuinely, like, really stressed out for you. Yeah, that was a stressful one. Ooh, well thanks Kayla. My next one is called, oof, I'm on comfy AF or nope, not AF, I just made that up. I like that you made that up. I'm on comfy. A listener story regarding a minor minor

B&E and a major UFO. I already love this. We're ready. Hello, you beautiful babes, Ghoulish goddesses, sinister sisters. Oh, you win. I think that's how we need a shirt that says that. That's amazing. All of that. We really do. One, proclamation of love. I just want to start by saying thank you. I've only recently discovered morbid. However, in the last couple of weeks, I've successfully binge the first 100 episodes. I recently started a tiny business, literally just me. That's what you'll learn. So I work all alone all day, every day.

Y'all are the best co-workers I've ever had and keep me company while I paint old creepy houses. That's amazing. Ideal, iconic. I cannot tell you how many times I've almost followed up a roof slash ladder, either laughing with y'all or jumping because I've psyched myself out so bad. So thank you for keeping my adrenaline pumping. I just bought a few shirts and can't wait to

rock them this spooky season. I also feel as though I have to congratulate Elena on baby morbid because that's where I'm at in the podcast, even though she's probably 43. She is. Honestly, I don't even know what year it is anymore for. Thank you so much. Yeah, that was so sweet. She's 11 months, so I'll still take the congratulations. I appreciate it. She's essentially a year. She's going to be one like next week.

I know that's blowing my mind. I can't even say it. So number two, I'm sorry. Let me preface this with the fact that I'm actually so pissed off. I would love to be emailing y'all saying I've seen a ghost or communicated with those beyond the grave. However, my experience with a UFO a goddamn UFO Those of which get such bad reputations and their spectators are usually quirky a quickly written off as kuku nuts The only reason I didn't literally commit myself after my encounter was because I was with other people who saw it with me

To a I'm realizing now that this is going to be lengthy. Feel free to trim whatever the fuck you want. I can't help that I'm a goddamn ADHD hot mess. My brain is a wild place to be. I felt that line within my bloodstream. 2B. I love this so much. I love how it's organized.

This is organized beautifully. I appreciate it. 2B. I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me get down, flip it, and reverse it. All right. I love you. Now we're we're to the day for whenever I'm And then number three, get on with it, bitch.

There you got us. I love you, Heather. My name is Heather. And I grew up in a tiny northern town in the sticks called Westmore West, Westmoreland, sorry, I thought it's at Ireland at the last of that. I was like, that's a more than the sticks called Ireland. Westmore Ireland. I was like, wow, that's a place. Westmoreland. I know, sounds very not real. The population at the time of this story was somewhere around 1,800 for perspective sake.

I could fit the entire town into my high school. Wow. It was the summer of 2011. I was a junior in high school and had just gotten my driver's license. The best. I spent that summer carting my friends around because a lot of them didn't drive,

slash didn't have a car yet. It's always that one friend. It was always me. I didn't get my license until after I see it. No, it's always the one friend that has the license in the car. Yeah, yeah. And it's the one that has to drive everybody.

For the purpose of this story, let's call my best friend K and her little sister, Bean. That's legitimately what we call her. I love that. K Bean and myself lived a quarter mile down the road from each other and practically grew up together. So I know for a fact that they're very, they are very sane and credible. Both of whom were actually valedictorian of their classes at one point, making me the dumb one.

No thyself. I love you Heather. Heather's my favorite thing ever. So one hot night of said summer of 2011, I drove up to their house and Kay and Bean hopped in the back of my Jeep Cherokee. We were off to do one of the only things three underaged broke, broke rap scallions could do during the summer in a small town in the sticks. Break into the private beach of the rich the summer in a small town in the sticks, break into the private beach of the rich person lake in the next town over. Yes.

We did. I love it. We did just that as we had many times before. It was all business as usual. And after our swim, we watched the stars of it before we headed back through the winding roads of Westmoreland. Just as we were about to cross through the quote center

of town, a small church, and a smelly creaky town hall and a beat ass general store. A beat ass general store. Oh, I love it. That's incredible. Bumping something along the lines of Untouched by the Veronica's. Oh, remember that. I do.

I feel so untouched. There you go. In case you didn't remember. In case you didn't remember. I got a weird feeling of my gut and abruptly turned the volume down, but not off. K being and I were simultaneously looked out the window and saw two men standing outside their haphazardly parked car. Still is stone looking at the sky. I was doing maybe 10 miles an hour at this point and subconsciously pulling off the road. My eyes following their gaze. All I could manage before I, myself,

stepped out of the now parked car, was very quiet, holy shit. At which point K and Bean followed the gaze of the standing strangers and slowly got out of the Jeep with me. We all stood there, all five of us in complete deafening silence, mouths agape, body still,

as the lake we had just crept out of all looking the same unbelievable, unbelievable sight that was, I can't read, I'm not sure. I'm not just me. I'm also trying to look at this like to the side, because I'm reading and putting my face on the microphone, so I'm sorry. It's hard. Let me start that sentence and that sentence again. We all stood there, All five of us in complete deafening silence, mouth, mouth, the gate, body still is the lake we had just crept out of all looking at the same unbelievable site before us. I did it.

I did it. First, I want to talk about the noise it made because it's unlike anything I've ever heard before. The closest correlation I can make is after having lived through a hurricane. I don't know if either one of you have experienced a hurricane, especially being from New England, we did. We had like hurricane Bob. That's a big one.

They're like a little more chill though than like other people's hurricanes. Way more chill. The only reason I have is because I lived in Nashville for three years. But let me be the first to tell you it is terrifying. A hurricane can usually be heard before it can be seen, and the sounds kind of like a low rumbling of a very heavy freight train. Only much more ominous, and with more of an almost growl, I don't really know how to explain it. I don't really know how to explain it well, but this quote unquote aircraft, if you will, sounded like a hurricane.

That's terrifying. Yeah, no, thank you. The weirdest part, though, was that it was almost as if the sound was coming from inside my head and not the thing itself. That part got to me so much. I was like, what? I could feel the noise it was making. And it gave me fucking full-ass body chills. I honestly shocked I didn't ship myself on the spot. I thought that before you even said it for real. I would have shite. Next how it looked, it was massive, massive, bigger than any aircraft I've ever seen. And I have since worked in an airport walking next to the likes of 747s. Also massive things like that really stress me out. Yeah. I think there's a word for that. I don't know it, but there is a word. I think there is a phobia of that. I have that phobia because massive things like that will like send me into a panic.

Phobia of giant things, which is crazy because I'm married to a six foot three man. Yeah, but he's not like massive. It's called just kidding. Megalaphobia. Megalaphobia. I have that. This thing could have leveled the entire center of town just by landing. It was dark and still and terrifyingly low in the sky.

It almost looked as though it was resting on the steeple of the church. Like I could reach out and touch it if I wanted. Whether it was truly that low, or it just emitted a mysterious pull, making me feel even closer to it than I actually was, I cannot say. There were a few small and very discrete lights on it

in an arrow triangle track layout, but due to how dark it was in the extreme lack of light pollution in my small ass town, I couldn't see much more of it. Hey there, fellow podcast listener. It's Elena. And we're taking you back to the days before streaming services. Whoa. You know, when you would come home from high school

and it was only a few hours until that TV show, everyone was watching was about to come on. Well, in 1999, that show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In our podcast with Wondery, the re-watcher Buffy the Vampire Slayer, we take it back to 1999. So get out your knee high boots and paste that poster of Angel on the wall.

It's time to enter the Buffyverse. Some of you avid morbid listeners already know what we've gotten store. Hey, my nose. Join us as we sway our way through Buffy's drama, action and romance, episode by episodes. Slicey, follow the rewatcher, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, wherever you get your podcasts.

You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. What if you were trafficked into a cult over shot nine times or fell in love with a vampire or went into a minor surgery and woke up one week later, paralyzed. What would you do? I'm Whit Missildine, the creator of this is actually happening, a podcast from Wondry that brings you extraordinary true stories of life-changing events, told by the people who lived them. From a young man that dooms his entire future with one choice, to a woman who survived a notorious serial killer.

You'll hear their first-person account of how they overcame remarkable circumstances. Each episode is an exploration of the human spirit and personal discovery. These haunting accounts sound like Hollywood movies, but I assure you this is actually happening. Follow this is actually happening wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to Add Free on the Amazon Music or Wonderly app. It hovered over all of us for what felt like an over an hour. None of us saying anything. Finally, it retreated, slowly at first.

And then with such shocking speed, I thought it would rip a hole in the night sky. What is that? Terrifying. Terrifying way of putting that. Heather's a great writer. I thought it would rip a hole in the night sky. Oh my god. Wow.

That's like, what's that movie with, um, I hate him. Uh, wow. Annie, what's that movie? I was like, we made that the The avalan reminds you of. I just don't know. I just don't know. The Jim Carrey movie. That Jim Carrey movie.

It reminds you of the. They're talking and they don't know. They just don't know the true. The true. Maybe the true. I'm so sorry. I was like, I'm very. I hate you.

You hate Jim Carrey. Yes. Why? I don't know all of his. I was like I'm very patient. I hate you. I'm very. You hate him. Carrie. Yes. Why? I don't know all of his I just get angry at him guys. I'm just learning this all of his roles I'm just like oh shut the fuck up like you're too much. Wow. He also went crazy in real life. I mean I disagree but okay we're gonna go with it. Okay. It flew straight back away from us started to the left a few hundred feet and then shot straight up in vanish without a trace. Just as it had appeared to us, it was gone. If all this wasn't enough, the rest of the ride home was the most uncomfy I've ever been in my life, and I've been through some shit.

K being in myself got back into the car at half speed, eyes wide, and unblinking. None of us set a single fucking word to each other for the rest of the night, not even when I dropped them off. We sat in bone-chilling silence with some sort of telepathic agreement that there were no words that could possibly describe what had just happened. Just picture three terrified teens staring straight ahead, throats dry with fear, sitting in utter silence, not even glancing at each other. It's like a movie. To put some icing on that spoopy ass cake, remember how I said I had turned the veronica's down, but not off? Well, the stereo was completely off and none of the gauges on my dash were working. My gas needle read empty. The needles on my speedometer and RPMs were at zero.

And for years, after that night, until I finally got rid of Jenny the Jeep, Rest in Pie, BBG. My dash would randomly fall. My dash would randomly fail. All needles would fail. All gauges would malfunction. I took it to the town mechanic and he could not figure out where the electrical disconnect was or find anything wrong with it. So there's my weird story.

I'm just so glad none of us were anally probed. Probe. You just got probe. The three of us never really talked abouted. You just got probed. You just got probed. The three of us never really talked about it. I think we all felt a little nutso, but in my humble opinion, I think anyone who believes we are the only beings in this entire fucking universe are dominar statistic. I agree. I agree.

I agree. Sorry that turned into a novel. Like I said, my brain is wild and my rambling is aplenty. Thank you for reading this and thank you both for being such a lovely and beautiful human. Oh, thanks. Y'all make my days a lot easier and brighter with your fucked up murder stories and dark humor. I hope to make it to a live show someday if the world doesn't end soon. Fuck 2020.

Much love and support, Heather. Heather, incredible. Heather, you should take up a career in writing. First, yeah, you are an incredible writer. I pictured that entire thing in my head the entire time. I believe you too. Oh, I believe you. I believe in UFO sight. Like, for sure. Totally believe you. And also it makes sense because in a lot of UFO sightings, there's like my mechanical, like electrical malfunctions that happen afterwards.

I think that happened, Heather. And I believe you and I will I'll take the stand for you. And also when I get in my car after this, I'm 100% listening to the Veronica. There you go. And also Heather, let's be friends. We're already friends. We're friends. Heather. Heather. My listener Tory listener Tory. It's, it's, oh wow. We've, we've had two weeks of very intense stories. So I think these like nice fun ones are like really tripping us up. Yeah, whenever you say intense, all I can think of is Uncle Tim. It's a tense high fashion, intense high fashion at the boom, boom, boom. Okay.

Anyways, listen to your story. What the fuck is that smell? What's up? Cons. Oh, yes. That's why I picked this one. I love you. It's short and sweet, but it's incredible.

I love you. Hello from the hot moist North Queensland, nice. Oh, nice. That's why I picked this one. I love you. It's short and sweet, but it's incredible. I love you. Hello from the hot moist North Queensland, Australia. That's why they so freely said, what up? Good. Yeah, see, people say, can'ts in other places. Don't yell at me. No matter what somebody says, you're wrong. First of all, love your shit in shenanigans.

Been binging hardcore the past few months. I'm a sales rep for a hair company. So I'm on the road a lot, and you guys have kept me company on some spooby highways, including the Finder's Highway. Flanders Highway. Cool. I did the opposite of that. On the Flanders Highway.

Cool. Special hey girl, hey, to ash from a hairstylist to hairstylist. I love that. Yes. Okay, gush over. Rewind to when I was a wee apprentice, I'm not gonna say how long ago I refused to grow up. How do you feel that? I was living in a small open-plan townhouse by my Lonesome.

You can imagine how dodged this place was as I could afford it, barely on an apprentice wage. And let me personally tell you, an apprentice wage is not a lot, and you're not doing any hair. It's washing rocks. That's a good story for later. That's a true thing.

Anywho, it was like number seven of 12 in a row right in the middle, you neighbors. Remember how I said hot moist North Queensland? Yeah, I definitely remember that. I'll never forget it. One fine morning, I'm getting ready to go to work. And when I find, or when I get out of the front, a slash only door, I get hit with a rotting carcass smell. Now I know rotting animal smell. I'm from a small country town. This was not it, but it was close-ish and kind of faint, just wafting along as the wind changed directions.

Oh, my- I just pictured this like green air, just wafting, honestly. I basically live in a dorm now, so I feel like that's what I smell all the time. My first thought was, for fuck's sake, didn't know whenever whenever tell them not to put your meat in the bin until bin day. Don't leave that shit festering in nasty. Yeah, nasty.

Or means me that's so rude. Yes. I checked my bin in case someone had dumped something in it and it wasn't the source. I assumed it was one of my nasty ass neighbors. Always ensued that. Everybody always has a nasty ass neighbor. Now fast forward two and a half weeks and the smell had just been getting worse and more intense.

Oh, someone's routing somewhere. 100% is. Yeah. And it says, but only when the wind was going a certain direction. Now, see, if this happened now, I would have been on the phone calling the police, but I was young and dumb. And I was just annoyed now because clearly someone keeps missing bin day and leaving Groce in the bins.

Nasty people. That's clearly what's happening. Anyway, after a particularly long day at work leaving gross shit in the bins. Nasty people. That's clearly what's happening. Anyway, after a particularly long day at work, I drive into the parking lot and see two police cars and a crime scene crew in the lot. And there is a dead person in there. Trigger warning. My neighbor in nine, like two doors down,

was an elderly gentleman, whom I didn't see often, but knew existed. That's what most neighbors are. I don't see them or talk to them. Oh, Who's D. Didn't see often but new existed. That's what most neighbors are. I don't see them are talks about. All of the neighbors. Yes. Apparently the poor gent suffered severe diabetes. He passed away and no one had known until someone had done a welfare check because apparently

he had no famine town. He had passed peacefully on his bed with the window slightly open. So that's why we got lofts every so often. Well, they had to clean that up, didn't they? They opened the unit and started hauling shit out. I noped the fuck out to a friend's after no amount of incense and candles would combat that aroma. Oh, and that'll stay. It is burned in my nostrils forever now.

And I will never forget that smell. It's also something that haunted me. The idea that I'd die and no one would find me. Oh, that really is scary. It's also something that haunted me, the idea that I'd die and no one would find me. Oh, that really is scary. It's very sad. I have some great stories of crazy old ladies and dead bodies for my nursing student days. I might send your way if you enjoyed this. We did. We thoroughly enjoyed it, so please keep sending. Yes. Love your work, Gals. Keep it up. Keep it weird as fuck. PS, and come to Australia one day when the world has done ending and shit. Cheers, Adam Crow.

Oh my goodness, Adam. I just love when people have smelt a dead body and like not realized it until. And then like, oh. And he was right too by saying like that is going to be burned in your nostrils forever. Because I still will like, especially like days after I come out of the morgue. Like I'll be like, especially like days after I come out of the morgue. Like, I'll be like drinking something and I'm like, why does it smell like dead person? Like, it just sticks in your nose.

And it randomly just shows itself every now and then. A lot of times we record when Elena gets home from work and I'm always like, did you wash the smell of the dead off of you yet? Because I'm not coming over until you've shallowed. And I'm like, no, I came right from there. Hands on nasty. Brain splatter on my shirt.

Touching shit. No, I take a shower. I take a shower. Everybody don't worry. She's alive. Mainly because of COVID. Yes. But definitely for that too.

This next one is incredible. That's why I'm ready for this. Let me just get in a better position. Okay. It's called, he shit himself. And then she nearly shit herself. A listener, too. And that's why I picked it because I nearly shit herself. I'll listen her to. And that's why I picked it because I love poop jokes.

I'm pretty excited. Ladies. First off, let me tell you that your podcast is unreal in the absolute crake. What is crake? I think like shit. All right, that's a cool word. I'm going to look at a part. C-R-A-I-C.

Crake. Crake. I think it's crake. Crake sounds better. I'm going to say Craig, you guys are legends, totally hilarious. And I'm addicted to your shit for reals. You are the best for me to break in. Yeah. I think it's crack, according to according to

Wikipedia, the absolute crack. Okay. A term for news gossip, fun entertainment and enjoyable conversation, particularly permanent in Ireland. Oh, I love that. Thanks. Yeah, it's crack and pretty sure. All right. I need COVID to be over so you guys can make this thing in a national and come to Ireland, explore some of our creepy shit. You have no idea how much I want to do that. Honestly, same. I want to do it. Because we're both Irish. Yes. And John and I have been talking about doing a heritage trip forever.

And I just do everything that John and Alaina do because they can't get rid of me. Exactly. If we want to go to Ireland, Scotland and Norway and I'll be in the back seat. So I want to do it. My name is Janice. Hi Janice. Hi. I'm from Dublin and I'm here to tell you the story of my friend and the murderer who pooped himself. I already love this. The story takes place in 2012 when I got married. My good friend is a beautician and is living her best life working in a laser therapy clinic in Dublin City Center. She's new to the laser game and is still in training so she's mostly working on pits and bits. The most incredible description ever pits and bits. It's mostly women coming into the place and in her spare time she's

lasering herself to within an inch of her life. What smoother than being smooth? This bitch's whole body from the brows down. That's what. Like yes. That's so much. So one day this middle aged man walks in for a consultation. Normal looking Irishman. Nothing noteworthy about him. He's obviously seen my buddy's arms and his envy He wants to be so be smooth too The guy wants it all off facial hair and all his body hair I believe he just wanted the hair on his head left, but I can't quite remember it This would make me a little concerned. Yeah immediately. Like and maybe this is just my very tainted mind That I would be like what crime are you gonna commit that you don't want wanna leave an idea? I think it's from having a tainted mind.

Cause there's, it's definitely a tainted mind. Is it called being like metro when you don't like any body hair? Oh yeah, I mean, several men don't like, you know, any body hair and that's totally fine. My tainted mind would immediately be like, you're gonna murder someone. My dumbass would be like, he's a swimmer.

He's a swimmer. No, you're probably right. So he just wanted the hair, I believe he just wanted the hair on his head left, but I can't quite remember if they agreed to do the giblets for him or not. They quote him for the job. It's going to take six or eight sessions

over a number of months. I can't remember the price, but it was a few, it was a few Bob over a thousand euros anyway. Guy, guy agrees to it and pays up front, which is also sketchy. Yeah, I'm concerned. They sent him home to shave himself from head to toe and is scheduled to come back the following day.

So, any comes. It's a big job, so an experienced therapist takes the lead. My friend is training. She's just hanging about. He's in there for a couple of hours. It's grueling and between the jigs and the reels. The guy lets one slip, but, but follows through and poops on the towel. So like, let's a fart slip. But he actually sharts.

Oh my god. Therapist is a pro though and gets the job done. Wow. What a legend. That's like when you poop on the table and you have a baby. Yeah, they just are, wow. Those people are legends. He's gone and she tells the other therapist what happened.

They agree that maybe for his next session, they will split it over two days. Still, it's funny as fuck and my friend tells us about it and we laugh telling her she has to do him next time and generally ripping the piss. Because I think it's really painful. So like, I think that's why they were like, let's break it down so he doesn't show absolutely. For sure. Also, I love ripping the piss. Like, I'm telling you, Ireland has the best slang. Man, you guys are killing it. It's like you guys, Australia, like just Europe has some of the best slang. Everywhere but America is so awesome.

It's, we'll work constantly doing that. We love America totally. But like, you guys just have awesome slang. Yeah, phrases. Glass forward a few weeks. The guys do back in, but never shows. It's weird. He's already paid him full.

They can't get in contact, so they just wait. So a few days later, my friend is visiting her aunt. There's a newspaper on the table, and in big headlines, beware, murderer, change his appearance. Uh-oh. No, that wasn't her. That was me. Girlfriend is shook.

It's Captain Puppy pants. That's plattered all over the front of the newspaper Isn't her, that was me. Girlfriend is shook. It's Captain Puppy pants. Splattered all over the front of the newspaper and an article that says he was released from prison, but the judge thinks he can't be reformed. That's good. Why was he released? It's kind of to gravity doesn't go away. And people, especially women, need to be aware. He's changing how he looks so he won't be recognized as the piece of shit who murdered his partner, chopped her up, dumped her body in a ditch, didn't get caught, and went on to

do the same to another woman within a few months. Holy shit, isn't that bananas? His name is Michael Bram, uh, uh, Bambrick. He is a piece of shit, much like the stain he left on that towel, and to add insult to injury, he is living in the same Dublin suburb as us. You can read the article here, or Google him to read more about the actual crimes. See, so you're, you're feeling would have been right. I'm very, yeah, it's good that we have tainted mine. Really good. That's good that you do.

And that you would have been like you would here. Needless to say, my friend showed the paper to her colleagues, but he never showed up there again or looked for a refund. Roll on a few months and he's out buying a Valentine's card in a local supermarket and who does she see? Poor bitch nearly did a Michael Bambrick and clean shit herself in the aisle. She piece the fuck out of their ASAP Rocky. Fucking murderers hanging around the vegetable aisles and shit.

Probably looking for adult nappies, diapers or something. Anyway, that's the story of the time my mate came into contact with a double murder who couldn't control his bowels. Feel free to edit this, especially if my irishisms don't make sense. No, no, no, no, they make perfect sense. They enhance it. Also, shout out to my friend, Lorna, who proofread this for me. She's a listener too, and remember to keep it weird, but not so weird that you help a convicted murderer change his appearance and reduce the possibility of him leaving trace evidence at his next crime scene. Thanks and bye Incredible shit Janice killed it. Janice has a gift Janice. Oh, these are great. Aren't they? I love this and I love irisisms. I love them so much. We have another Aussie. Love it

Listener tale of a spooky asshole have another Aussie. Love it. Listener tale of a spooky asshole. Hey, Weirdo, it was absolutely love your podcast. Never thought I'd get into true crime, but after listening to your podcast, I'm addicted. My name's Chloe. Am I?

Colley. My name's Chloe. I'm a 19 year old Aussie with a lot of stories. And yes, I'm happy for you to use my name in your podcast. Thank you, Chloe. I'm going to apologize now for the length, but I'll jump right into it. Never apologize. It's not even that long, girl. It's okay. Don't do it. I live in Perth, Western Australia, and an area named... Mondejang? Mondejang. Mondejang. I like it.

I have a few stories from this area, like the ghost horse that lives in the stables, but anyway, this is the one that really spooked me. I want to hear about the ghost horse. I want to hear about it all. Yeah. I worked night shifts as a stripper in the city. And one night I had finished early around one o'clock. Went straight to Makas and got myself a big ass burger. And ate that shit so quickly while driving down some dark back street roads to go home. Hell yeah, one o'clock burger is the best can of burger.

Oh, the best. With no better burger in town. Here in Australia, we have some random ass wildlife jumping out of our cars, out in front of our cars. Kangaroos, rabbits, sometimes a cow. Oh my god. Kangaroos always blow my brain apart. You know what sucks? I guess kangaroos are like dicks.

Like, they're not nice. Yeah, they totally are. And like, I want them to be nice. I want them to be nice. Yeah, they're dicks. It also, like a kangaroo just jumping out in front of your car. I know that's wild, but I feel like the thought of a cow in the middle of the street is even crazy.

A cow is weird, but like that could happen around here. Yeah, it could happen. But a kangaroo just bouncing around out there. That stresses me out. It's fucked up. Like those jacked kangaroos, that's really scary. Yeah. And they can fuck up your car real bad.

Hashtag Australia. Mostly people around my area have four wheel drives. Like land cru- land cruisers and patrols with big bull bars. Me? I have a ship box hold in barina that I have crashed into a million things, but I have no idea how it's still running. Definitely not ideal to have in this kind of area. I'm worried for you. Honestly. Anyways, while I was driving on a road called Carrogic, I think Carrogatitch.

Look at you, bitch. There's an extremely bright light, obviously a car Carrogatitch. Hey, look at you, bitch. There's an extremely bright light, obviously a car coming from behind me. I remember thinking, fucking turn your high beams off you dickhead. Well, shove the extra nuggets I had bought earlier in my face. I was a hungry woman.

I feel you. I always get burger, get a burger and nuggets. Yeah, you can't decide. No, what kind of choice is that? It's Sophie's choice is what it is. That's exactly what it is. It's like, get the nuggets and the burger. Yeah. You're going to be hungry after. Always. The car got closer and suddenly too close for comfort. The car's Ibeams literally lit up my entire car. Me feeling mildly uncomfortable. I decided to press the accelerator and speed up

to turn off. So this idiot can pass me. I turn off onto a road called Bishop that is classified as an open road, which means there's no speed limit. Whoa. I want to live in Australia. Of those. Like I wish we had that. So cool. The best we get is like a 50.

Ha. After turning down this road, I realized that the tailgating Sandy Wetletus was coming down the same road. After returning randomly down a few streets, I was sure I was being followed and I was only a short distance from home, but I didn't want to leave this asshole anywhere near my home. So I took random streets trying to lose this dickwad

dickwad even Dicwad even driving past my house twice That's for you. Oh, that's smart. That's very smart. Absolutely panicking. I was trying to call my best friend Cherie Yes, you can use her name, but this was all happening at three o'clock in the morning. Oh no, the devil's out. So she was still asleep, so no help there. Cherie, I was driving like a mad woman trying to lose this piece of shit that I thought had some ridiculous amount of road rage. The car was a huge four-wheel drive, ut, ut, ut, ut, with the biggest bullbar I have ever seen, and I live in Australia where we have some big bull bars because we also have a lot of

kangaroos with a death wish. Now those fuckers can get huge. Oh, I'm so terrified, Australia. I know. So clearly I was also very intimidated as this big-ass car at this big-ass car as it could just crush my little pathetic excuse of a car. I spent the next 20 minutes trying to lose this car, random backstreet's all through, say the word again.

Monday, John. Yes. Now, when I say this car was tailgating, I mean, the bull bar was inches away from my car. So I was indeed panicking. I'm panicking for you, because I'm just thinking about this. So I love indeed panicking. Indeed panicking. I thought I'm probably going to die tonight.

At least I got a good feed though. I fucking love you. I turned back on Bishop Road and absolutely floored it. Some fast and furious shit was about to happen. I swear. Yes. As I turned back onto my street, I looked into my rear view mirror to see the cars stopped in the middle of Bishop Road,

headlights still beaming and literally just vanished. What? Like what the fuck? I suddenly got the biggest wave of relief. I looked back at the road and turned the corner only to see a euth slammed into a ditch completely fucked up with all the lights still on and airbags deployed. I immediately was like, no thanks, I choose life.

As I've listened to this podcast for a while and I know that when you try to help someone you could get murdered. Sure do was right. So I was not getting out of the car or stopping, but yeah, so I just started immediately crying because I was fucking scared and I didn't know what else to do. This car was in the ditch the last few times I drove this street was a definite spooky spooky. I went straight to I went straight home and called the cops and let them know about the huge euth in the ditch on the side of the road. The next morning I told the girls down

at the stables while making horse feeds up about the spooky car and the car in the ditch and Sheree goes, I'm pretty sure there's a disappearing car on that road. Oh, thanks Sheree! Thanks so much, my friend! I still go down this road to the stage just never at three o'clock. So yes, that's the time I thought I was going to get my car crushed by a road-raiding asshole whose car vanished before my eyeballs. Then, a similar car was then crashed into a ditch. Keep it weird, but not so weird, the... PS, please come to Australia for a live show. XXX. Holy shit.

I love disappearing car stories. That's terror, and then for it to be in a ditch right afterwards? I know, like, fuck that. That's terrifying. Very terrifying. That's terror and then for it to be in a ditch right afterwards. I know like fuck that. That's terrifying. Very terrifying. That's terrifying. That's real terrifying. And I just love hearing about Australian things. Exactly. We just love, yeah, I can't tell you enough. Wow, so that was scary. Very scary. All right, let's do this other one that I just lost. Okay. It's called Furbies are Satan spawn and no one can convince me otherwise. I agree. I agree. So hard. I love it. And this person is this is pretty cool. This person attached it in a PDF. I love when people do that. My name is Senen, and I just go, oh, that's a really cool name. It is, very cool.

Senen, and I discovered your podcast in February and had binge listened to it every day at work. You two are amazing. Ash, I don't think I have ever heard of anyone who sings their way through awkward situations. So I appreciate that I am not the only one. Elena, I hope to Jesus to G-Bus, I spelled that correctly. And you did, you did. You are a badass mother. Thank you.

Literally and figuratively. I love the silliness that YouTube bring to this rather poopy subject. And the fact that you make weirdos like me feel normal for walking past a creek. And wondering if one day I'm going to happen upon a body one day, ladies, one day. Any losers onto the tail. I am the youngest of seven siblings, and even though four of them are step siblings, I still suffered the same sibling funsies as I did with my blood siblings. Oh, we know about that.

Oh, I know all about that. We all know about that. One year when I was about six or seven, my parents thought it was a good idea to bring a diamond into our house, hold for each of us kids. They presented us with pink and purple spotted burby. At the time, this seemed harmless, but I assure you, a surest fuck was not.

I thought it was so high-tech to have this animatronic toy to play with that interacted with you. Alas, the fun times I had with it would not last, because if you are a sibling letting your younger sister have a fun time mininging her don't own damn business is completely unacceptable. One night my sister and brother took my ferbie and meticulously removed the fur skin to reveal a scariest terminator. Oh my god. A scariest terminator on crack looking mother fucker. Holy shit. They then you ever seen a friend with that it's skinned literally. That's exactly what it is. Holy shit. They then put this beast in front of my door at 2.30 in the morning with impeccable backlighting

and turned it on. I was ripped from my peaceful unconsciousness to... Burby! I fucking hate Burby. I doth nope the fluke out of my bed while simultaneously creating a rhythmic gymnastics p-ribbit of the shorthair. Our rhythmic gymnastics p-ribbit. Out of shorthair. Naturally, this brought immense delight to the Jackwagon Hojars. I happened to share DNA with this one big delight to me.

Yeah, we know. Now this is where it gets spooked to the max. And hopefully it warns the need to grasp your butts for safety, but you can be the judges. I appreciate that. After this important unfortunate display of fear comedy, that is the thing now. I just made it up. I looked into that, I looked at that spawn of Satan's tech, oh, sorry, I locked that spawn of Satan's text, testicles in a box, sounds batteries, and shoved it far into my bed. Several nights went by and I slept soundly dreaming of living in a world where Jurassic Park

number two happened. I.e. when the Taiji Rex made it to the mainland and eats everyone's doggo's. What a dick. When I hear a crackly sound from the unknown location in my room. At first, I thought this was my douche or siblings, but there was no answer. Hoping it was nothing, I closed my eyes again and pulled my anti-buggy man blanket closer to myself. Again, I heard this crackly sound, but this time I heard the word, burby, faintly spill

out from under my bed. Immediately, I jumped off my bed. Blanket still in tow and looked under to see if the box had been moved. It had not been touched. Presidentally, I reached for the box to check if it was just my imagination and yet again resounding clear as fucking day voice said I Yanked my arms so hard back into my body and he did myself out into the hallway while breaking the light at the base of it And that's where I remained until seven when my dad came downstairs to get us for school

I just make sure it's like sleeping in the hallway, but like not sleeping up in the hallway. Right, until seven in the morning. After school that day, I came home, put that Damon box still locked, straight into a bucket and set it on fire to send this spawn back where, once it came, or wherever Furby's originate. Needless to say, my dad was quite concerned

as to why his six or seven year-old was burning a box containing a Furby on a round of day after school. All he needed to know was the house was now safe from a Damon that would definitely suck our souls out like a fucking Capri Sun. So that was my listener tale. I hope it was spooky enough to have the opportunity to be read on an episode. Thank you so much for reading and hope you forever keep it weird. But not so weird that you do rhythmic gymnastics

with pee and have to sacrifice your toy back to Satan because your brothers and sisters wanted to take the skin off and then have to explain to your dad that you just saved his soul from a CU next Tuesday hoe that was adding onto your bed. Bye. Send in. I love the sucker's soul

is that like a fucking Capri Sun? Because that also just explains the time of Furby so perfect. It truly does. Capri Suns and Furby's like, Capri Suns was my childhood. And I kept forgetting because I was like, oh, I was like, oh, it just turned on.

And then I was like, wait, he took the battery, so. Right, exactly. That's why it's so scary. Like, holy shit. Man. I once lived with this lady who had Furby's, like, along the top of her, like, China cabinet. What the fuck?

And it was like, up high, so they would all just be, like, staring down at you. So I've developed a D-patured for furbies. See that? Because they're not cute. No, they're funny. I've never wanted a furbie in my life. No, I think I did not.

I never wanted a furbie. No. And I never had one. No. So I ain't about the furbie life. No way. I don't want that happening to me. Those were all incredible.

Those were delightful. Delightful. Delightful. Lighthearted and wonderful. And yeah, we had these. They needed to be lighthearted this time because. Yeah. and wonderful. And yeah, we had these. They needed to be lighthearted this time because. Yeah, some lighthearted silly ones, which we appreciate.

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weird that you're driving down an Australian road at night and there's a dispearing car and that's a weird that you're going to sleep at night and they're like Ferbys just under your bed being like hey girl was up and not so weird that what else happened to Lena? He'll be up him you up him you up and Hairless murder that's a weird that there's a hairless murder just sharting on your table Because you don't want shard everywhere on your like laser table that would be so horrible And not so weird that you walk outside and you're like oh, it's not been day today And you just smell a dead man and not so weird that

that you walk outside and you're like, oh, it's not been day today. And you just smell a dead man and not so weird that thing to do a UFO. The UFO is flying over your head. Don't keep it that weird. Don't keep it that weird. Let me see much. Hey, Prime Members! You can listen to Morvid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen ad-free with Wondery Plus and Apple podcasts. Before you go, tell us about yourself by completing a short survey at Wondery.com slash survey.