Morbid - Listener Tales 19
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Hey weirdos, I'm Alena.
I'm Ash.
And this is a listener tails episode.
Oh, listener tails.
Yeah. Oh, yeah! It's actually a special Halloween edition. Spooky scary skeletons and shivers down your spine.
So welcome.
Don't sue us.
Scary spooky skeleton version of listener tails.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
And you know what?
This is our October listener tails.
So you won't get another one of these till November.
Oh, so sad for you. So sad for you.
So sad for you, buddy.
But we figured we'd get this Halloween right in the beginning of the month, and we have
something special for you this week.
Yeah.
You know what it is?
Why?
Because we love you so much.
I love you.
We just love you so much.
And in spooky season.
In spooky.
I'm going to do an episode that is all about sand.
I can't say this.
I'm pretty sure it's
Sowing, which we all know as Samphan or Halloween. I'm going to talk about
you lost me. The way you pronounce it is Sowing. Oh, even though it looks like
Samphan. You were like, we all know Sowing. We all know. I'm going to talk about
the origins of Halloween in an episode. next week. We're gonna go like totally into it
Talk all about it and guess what yeah, guess what what you're getting three episodes next week one's gonna be
And free guys I feel like listener tails now are just for one we're feeling like way too silly to do like a real episode because that'd be fucked up. Yeah. We are feeling wicked punchy so we decided
listen to our tales is where we gotta go with what we feel. Yeah. We're feeling this
today. It's just the artistry of the job. It is. It's art and we gotta go where the art
tells us to go. And so you're getting an ad-free episode next week for no fucking reason,
except that we love you. And we want you to have it.
And it was a joy to research about Salline, Sam Hane.
So I just figure, here you go.
Yeah, you got it.
You got it.
Add free because you know what, we love you.
And you've stuck around.
So thank you for that.
So take a look for that.
And also your other two episodes next week.
So next week is about to get so fucking wild.
October is fucking bananas.
You know who we just sounded like fucking from Big Mouth, the Hormone Monster.
The Hormone Monster.
We did.
Next week is a bad BYUI.
So why?
I call this one Amy.
We did.
He's a Malady.
We are the Hormone Monster, so I'm not welcome to this episode.
Everyone listening right now is like, what the fuck was that intro?
Yeah, they were like, are you okay?
And the answer is no.
No, no, the answer is we answered.
The answer is I'm not because there's a burp stuck inside my mouth tube right now.
And it hurts and it won't come out.
Maybe it will.
Maybe you guys will coax it out.
It hurts and it won't come out. Maybe it will.
Maybe you guys will coax it out. All right. So let's start this off. Let's start it off with
Listener tail a Halloween ghost and intruder a sleepwalking aunt. Okay. Who starts? Start to say who's to say hi?
You weirdos. I'm gonna start with the obligatory rant on how much I love you guys in your podcast, but I'll keep you know
I love you. I'll keep my gushing short.
Thank you.
My name is Ange.
Yep, you can use it.
Thanks Ange.
Big Ange.
Big Ange.
And I've been a listener since the beginning and I've yet to find a podcast that is amazing
as yours.
Wow, that's really nice.
Thank you.
I've tried to find out if I still listen to you while I'm all cut up on yours, but
nothing quite fits the bill.
You're great at what you do and I truly appreciate all the effort you put into each episode.
I've gotten multiple of my weirdo friends
to start listening in there just as obsessed.
That's very nice of you, thank you, Ange.
Thanks, Ange, big Ange.
Anywho, here's my story for you.
A couple years ago, I was living at my parents' house
while my fiance and I were saving up to buy our house.
My aunt, who is diagnosed with a disease that affects,
and she wrote AFFEX, and then she wrote efex.
Who knows the difference?
You know, that's my biggest like issue in life.
Afex is like a verb and efex is like a noun.
Usually everyone just turns this off.
So thanks a lot.
I'm just trying to teach you guys stuff.
I'm just trying to teach you stuff.
I'm just trying to fucking help you out.
Well either way, my aunt was diagnosed with a disease that affects her nervous system
was also living there since she could no longer live on her own.
That's really sad.
This is a slightly older house where you can hear, well, pretty much everything.
Same.
My mom's best friend lives across the street and my mom would babysit sometimes babysit
her dogs when her friend would go on vacation.
So one Halloween, because do we have to do that every time we do that?
Yes, okay.
Every time Halloween Halloween?
Halloween! Because this is the Halloween episode. I had my fiance come over for the night to watch
spooky movies with me after handing candy out to the neighborhood street youths. When the night
was coming to a close my mom walked across the street to her friend's house to stay the night so
the pups wouldn't be alone. My fiance and I eventually end up going to sleep and I get woken up in the middle of the night to him getting out of a tiny
ass full bed. Not thinking of it, I roll over and try to fall back to sleep. He returns to the bed,
lays down, then gets up again about two minutes later. I hear him open the door to my room and close
it again, but doesn't leave the room. Then I hear him moving shit around inside the room.
Now I'm getting grumpy.
To fuck you, dude, man.
It's 3 a.m. and a bitch needs some sleep.
I get so grumpy if we're gonna...
I would pour Annie.
Pour Annie indeed.
I get real pissed.
He gets into the bed and doesn't say anything.
In my sleepy state, I don't think to ask questions.
Just grateful that he's quiet and back in bed, finally,
so I can sleep.
Then he rolls over.
Whisper's really quietly to me.
There's someone in the house.
That was a really good whisper ASMR.
And...
Well, 10 out of 10 would agree
that nothing wakes your ass up more than those five words.
I roll over and just spit out, huh?
Honestly, what else do you say to that?
I don't know.
There's someone in the house, they are standing against the,
oh, fuck that.
What?
There is someone in the house, they are standing against the wall
in the corner of the living room, facing the wall.
Oh, fuck no.
I'm sorry, there's a fucking person facing the wall,
not moving.
I'm gonna need to go home now.
Yeah.
Then he says, I'm sure of it.
I went to the bathroom and thought I saw something
but came back to bed.
I chalked it up to be a plant, but I had to check.
I stuck my head out again
and there's a mother fucking person in the living room.
Oh my God, wait, when you said
there's a mother fucking person in the living room,
I was following along but reading really fast
and I thought it said there's a mother fuck a piss in the living room. I was following along but reading really fast. And I thought it said there is a motherfucka pissing
in the living room.
That would make sense.
That's the way they're facing the wall.
Yeah, because they were just pissing on the wall.
Maybe that's what's, maybe this is a spoiler earlier.
Maybe I ruined it.
No, no.
Then he says, oh no, he didn't, he just said that.
No, sorry.
No.
So he says he is not one to panic over anything at all ever.
Now my heart is racing. Well, it's 3 a.m. on Halloween. If any ghosts were to come out,
it is 100% at this exact moment. My actual response was, let's turn the light on. Apparently,
I needed to start listening to True Crime podcast sooner. He basically was like, no dumb,
dumb. That's a horrible idea. But like
kinder because he's a swell person. A swell person. Then he says take my knife and just hold on to it.
It's pitch-ass black in this room and you want to hand me a knife? Sure. Okay.
I could possibly go wrong. I feel like I resonate with it, right? To state the obvious here,
the knife cut me in the process of him handing to me. NBD. So in the dark, we laid in the bed barely breathing.
I was clutching this stupid three inch knife and honestly had no idea what the heck he
was holding.
We were listening for any and every noise that was happening in the house.
It was terrifyingly quiet.
Finally he said, I can't take it.
I'm going to turn the lights on and the hallway and go out there.
You stay in the room with the knife.
Take your phone out and have 911 up in case you have to call.
I was too scared to disagree.
He ran out of the room, turned all the lights on, and nothing.
No plant, no person, no demon, no sleepwalking on.
We ended up begrudgingly going back to bed, but not before checking the front door.
That's when we found it...
Unlocked.
No! No!
Especially on fucking Halloween Halloween of all nights. Halloween? Lock your doors. No
idea what it was, but I 100% believe that we saw something. I slept with a bat next to
my bed until I moved out after that. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, ladies.
I seriously love your podcast and I'm thankful to have after that. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, ladies. I seriously love your podcast,
and I'm thankful to have found it.
You make even the shittiest days a little less shitty.
Keep it weird, and sh-
Holy shit, and I am glad that you are alive.
Say, you are.
You and your fiance.
Fee-o-say, fee-o-say, fee-o-say.
I like that he just, I also love the drama
that he infused into that, that he just leaned over.
I was like, there's someone in the house.
Yeah, if Annie did that to me, I'd be like, fuck off.
If John did that to me, I'd be like, you shut the fuck up right now.
Get out of here.
You know what?
Who the fuck says that?
You're the fucker you, bitch.
She's whispered that shit into my face.
I'm so sorry.
To me, I like that he would it was for it in your ear,
but your face on Halloween.
No.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
We just came back from a break so this makes no sense.
Okay, so this one that I decided to pick while the audio was paused is called, I don't
know what's wrong with us.
Yeah, there's a lot going on. Sorry, I'm going to calm down. It's called, I don't know what's wrong with us. Yeah, that's a lot going on.
Sorry, I'm gonna calm down.
It's called Sorority House Guest.
Hi, ladies.
Sorority House ghost.
Yep.
It's a lot more sinister.
It's a lot more sinister.
Sure.
I don't know what it is about listener tails that makes me,
you just forget to read.
Yeah.
Oh.
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music or Wonder App. So hi ladies, I started listening to your podcast a couple months ago and I
am obsessed. It's nice to know there is a whole community of fellow weird as hell more bad people
out here. Sure is. I know it is right right? Anyways, I have a listener tale for you.
And as you can guess from the subject,
it's about a real life sorority house ghost.
Ghost.
Not guest.
I hope this isn't too long.
You can shorten it if you need.
Never.
I graduated from college in 2016,
so I've been away from the house for a bit,
but I'm pretty sure our sorority rents it.
So who knows, maybe some more spooky sweet listener tales
to come from future haunted generations.
Aww, that's nice.
That's what I thought for us.
I lived in a sorority house with 12 other girls and we were all weird as shit.
Hell yeah.
That's amazing.
Right?
So it was a fucking blast.
She said freaking.
But I made it R rated.
I decided that I'd change it.
It was a three story house plus a basement with nine rooms that was built in 1900.
Definitely haunted as fuck.
For sure.
So you know some people are sure to have died up in there.
I've touched a picture for your reference.
And actually the picture, it's really pretty.
That's so cool.
It's almost like it reminds me of the murder house from AHS.
Oh, a little bit.
I don't see that.
Has the turret and everything.
Yeah, I don't know what that means. It gives up a vibe.
Okay. There are a couple stories that stand out to me that I will share. Story one. A bit of a back story.
There were 13 girls in this house in nine rooms. So some of you were gonna say 13 ghosts in this house and I was like great movie.
Awesome movie of to watch on Halloween. I don't even think this says Halloween in it. I think it does.
It better. Yeah, October 31st is right there.
Oh, okay.
There were 13 ghost girls in this house just getting girls in 9 rooms, so some of the bigger rooms had two people.
I was the unlucky bitch placed in one of the rooms, but the rent was cheaper, so when?
When.
Yeah, fuck a roommate, though. I'll pay for not having one.
Anyway, the point is I had a roommate.
Like I just said, fuck that.
No, thank you.
We lived out the second floor. I should also talk about the basement.
You should.
Which was more like a dungeon.
Love it.
It was unfinished, full of cobwebs, smelled like that old musty couple at church.
Okay.
This sounds like my basement.
It does.
Be quite honest.
It just sounds like any unfinished basement.
And literally have this random ass rocking chair right in the middle of it.
Oh, just like yours?
Yeah, just like my basement.
Yeah. Which was apparently there when. Yeah, just like my basement. Yeah.
Which was apparently there when we got the house.
Question mark.
She literally wrote question mark.
There were many little room caves in this basement and one had a creepy old looking wood stove thing.
I don't know.
I never got too close.
That's good for you.
Yeah.
10 out of 10, I'd recommend.
Anyway, to sir, I was going to say to Sir Mice.
To Sir Mice? To Sir Mines.
To summarize, the basement was creepy as shit. No one ever went down there, at least not alone.
And it looked like, uh, and it locked with a deadbolt from the upstairs. Seems sus, right?
So we always kept it locked. My roomy woke me up super fugging early on.
Fugging Halloween. Halloween.
In one year 2013, question mark, I am talking the devil's hour.
Fucking 3 a.m. on October 31st.
That's so good.
Which is, you have to say the same.
She's freaking out and she says she hears a banging noise.
Sure, shit.
There's this very slow and drug out knocking sound.
It's like every 15 to 20 seconds or so.
After 10 minutes of this non-stop annoyance,
we decided to be those dumb girls
in every scary movie ever made
and make our way downstairs to investigate.
No.
No.
There we were greeted by another girl
who lived on the first floor who also heard this sound.
We couldn't tell where it was coming from,
so we looked at the people on the front door
and there was nobody there, but still,
the knocking continued.
We checked the back door, nothing.
We checked the creepy random extra staircase in the back of the house, nothing. Everybody else
was sound asleep in their rooms with the doors closed. We looked around for a while more,
and what do we find? The creepy ass basement deadbolt fucking door is wide, fucking open. You know the fuck out of there right now. Get out immediately.
And Alaina, the basement lights are on. No, no. I'm out. No. It's like that
SpongeBob meme that John loves. I'm out. I'm out. I'm out. I'm out. I'm out.
Mind you, the lights are those annoying pull strings that hang from the ceiling.
So it's not like somebody accidentally flipped the wrong switch.
We were too scared to go down there, good.
So we pulled that door shut faster than a mouthhucker and locked that bad boy up.
The knocking sound stopped after that.
Needless to say, we didn't sleep the rest of that morning and went to class, rockin' a
scared shitless hangover look.
What the fuck?
One of our roommates decided to head to the campus library to see if she could find anything
about the house. All she could find was that it was built in 1900 by a guy with the last name,
Shackle Ford. I know, anti-climactic, but this comes into play in the next story.
Ooh, it's a story.
I am loving this narrative that she's spinning me.
Not only is it a narrative, Elena, it's a fucking trilogy.
It's cohesive as fuck and I love it. You should be an author.
You should.
Story number two.
This is a three story house.
So lots of stairs are involved here.
A myobie sass would be right out of her.
Also, the stairs are all hardwood,
making them slippery as shit.
And they're ancient, so they're also steep as shit.
Yeah, you're painting a really undesirable picture.
You truly are, except I love it and I want to live there.
Nope. I was known for falling down the it and I want to live there. Nope.
I was known for falling down the stairs and embarrassing them out
because I'm coordinated.
I'm as coordinated as a newborn giraffe.
That's adorable.
I also always wore fuzzy socks around the house,
which is also adorable.
That happens to me all the time.
That's how you broke your tailbone.
That's how I broke my butt.
Yep, that's how I broke my booty, which didn't help my case.
Oralitis, but one time it was different.
One time I was different.
One time I was pushed.
Oh, what?
Was it an angry housemate?
Was it on Halloween?
I swear on all of the seasons of the Office DVDs
that I felt so good swear.
Oh, that's a good swear.
What?
That's a good swear.
She swears on all the seasons of the Office DVDs.
That means she's telling the motherfucking truth.
She swear on it.
Nothing but the truth.
I just said she swear on it.
She swear on it.
She swear on it.
She swear on it.
So she swear on that.
That I felt some asshole push me down the fucking stairs.
I clink it, he clinked my ass all the way down the stairs.
I would have broken at least a couple and laid at the bottom for a while crying because well it fucking hurt. Particularly my right buttocks cheek.
I eventually crawled out of my bed and one of my precious angel, angel baby roommates,
brought me an ice pack from a booty cheek. She said but cheek but I felt like booty cheek was better.
I said butk cushion for several bits of time and eventually got back up to check out the damage of the mirror.
I had a giant ass bruise literally.
And it was in the shape of SS for Shackleform.
Oh!
Coincidence, I think not. That rat bastard pushed me down the stairs and I'll go to my grave believing it.
Holy!
I've also attached a picture of said bruised right butch
cheek for your viewing pleasure because why not send some
girls I've never met a picture of my bear ass.
Can't be love you so much.
And also that's an S bruise.
That is an S bruise.
So did that.
What I want to know is a shackle for just walking around his
old ass property with like some little thing that's like in the
shape of an S and he just ramped into your butt. It's your booty. Ouch. I don't like it. It's like a brand. That's what I was
thinking. It's like a brand but it's not a shackle for girl. Only for a week or two.
All right. Wow shackle for trilogy time story number three.
This one is in my opinion the scariest.
Ooh, again, I'm sleeping in a bigger room with a roommate and she has told me several
times that I've been talking in my sleep.
I'm already out of there.
Yeah, I'm guilty of that all the time.
Oh, yeah, you say some fucked up shit.
Sure do.
I've never been told this story before so I wanted to know WT actual F. I was saying I,
oh, she didn't say story. She said she'd never been told this before. So I wanted to know WT actual F. I was saying, I, oh, she didn't say
story. She said she had never been told this before. So she wanted to know WT actual F.
She was saying, okay, I caught myself up. I downloaded this app that claimed to record
sleep talk. Basically you turn it on when you go to bed and it only records when it is
picked up sound for more than 10 seconds or so. And the morning, oh, I can already see
this going to a dark place. Yeah, I'm actually really scared
because I was like, I want that app.
No, no.
No, no.
I don't want to ensure mine real quick.
In the morning, you could review the clips
that it captured.
I did this for a few weeks,
and there were always between 10 to 20 clips
to go through.
Damn, wow.
I feel like I would be in that too.
Oh, you'd have more.
Most of them were just white noise of things
that I can only assume were like old house sounds.
I caught a few of the memorable ones of me saying things like, hmm, those green beans.
I need pancakes or moving like a damn cow.
I'm definitely a badass at my dreams.
I'm a badass at my dreams I'm in life.
It's okay.
But one morning there was a clip that was the last clip I ever recorded or listened to.
It scared the shit out of me,
so I deleted the app and vowed never to listen
to that shit again.
Now I'm wishing I would have saved that clip,
but it's probably best I didn't.
It was just whispers at first.
I still don't know if it was me or Shackle Ford
that was doing whispers,
but these whispers literally turned
into some freaky ass Latin witchcraft.
What the fuck?
The whispers progressively got faster and louder
and sounded like they were speaking at home.
Oh, nope.
You literally have chills, I do.
I do too.
I just, I don't like it.
I curled myself into a ball.
I'm getting body chills typing this.
I'm getting body chills reading this
because it freaked me out so much.
It was literally the voices you hear
possessed people using in scary movies.
Uh-uh.
I hate it.
I hate it.
What freaked me out the most is that again, I have no idea if it was me talking like this
or someone else. Have I been possessed at some point in my life? I sure as hell
of my fucking cope not. What if I do this in my sleep every night and I have no idea?
Life is full of mysteries. What a way to look at it. I love that she answered that
by just saying, life is full of mystery. It's such a great
that's such a great outlook on possible possession. I love it. Hope you enjoyed it. Hope you enjoyed all
my spooky sorority house stories. Keep it weird, free and she sent a picture of the eschabed booty
bruise and the home. You are your legend. A legend. Your legend.
And I love that you looked at possibly being possessed by a demon as life is full of mysteries.
Life is full of mysteries.
I love that.
What a sherry outlook.
I love it.
You gotta do that.
You do.
Okay, so my next one is, listen or tell, my mom doesn't think her house is haunted.
Here's a few reasons why she's wrong.
Incredible.
I love it.
I love that for you.
Hey ladies, my mom and I are big fans of the show.
Well, both shows now.
Yay!
I'm gonna skip the small talk, good for you, man,
because I'm high in watching hair and old stuff.
Oh, that's what I'm doing tonight.
That's amazing.
That's exactly what I'm doing later.
Hopefully it makes sense.
I'm sure I'll read it a hundred times and get anxious
Make panic at it and come across as weird. LOL. Let's hope not feel free to condense. I'm obsessed already. I love you already
My mother and I moved into her current home when I was 16 about 16 years ago. It was over Halloween weekend
You didn't say it. Sorry. I've sped by it, but I did it again.
I don't know. I'm crazy.
Fuck what?
Ra-ra.
Oh, no.
All right, so Halloween.
It was over Halloween weekend.
So of course, we're watching ghost shows
and the scariest places on Earth.
Oh, I love that show.
Oh, I can hear the old lady voice.
She just said, her voice still gives me nightmares,
LOL, although I loved Teen Witch.
Same.
Is that the one?
No.
That's the one where they wrap in the middle.
That is the one where they wrap in the middle.
Oh yeah, you showed me that.
That's it.
Oh, thank you.
The outfits.
Thank you for bringing me there.
I appreciate it.
Thank you so much for bringing me there.
I love you.
My mom loves true crime and ghost shows,
but she hates scary movies and being scared.
That's weird.
If something happens in the house, she'll ignore the fuck out of it. That's weird.
I on the other hand eat, sleep, and shit, spooky. Same. Yes, my favorite movie as a tiny
kid was Chuckie. That's a tiny kid. My last name is even spooky, LOL. It's at this point
of the story that I'm sure my mom has realized this is about her house
and it's now skipping to the next story.
Hi mom!
Hi mom!
Hi mom!
So our first weekend there was typical for a new house.
You know, like weird sounds and shadows.
Basically new house shit.
I'd be in my room, hear my mom call my name.
I'd go to look for her, but she wouldn't be home.
I would hear doors open and closed, but no one would be in the house.
But you know, whatever.
Yeah, whatever.
Yeah, whatever.
Good, good.
As we settled, so did the spooky shit.
There were a few times where we would pick up a phone
and get the dial tone noise in my air,
fuck landlines, fuck dial up,
and fuck me for being so old.
The same.
But no one would be home and the internet was not on.
But whatever, right?
A lot of internet was not on.
I just want you to say that again. Because you know, you know, a few people out there listening are like, what do you lot of internet was not on. I just want you to say that again.
Because you know, you know a few people out there listening
are like, what do you mean the internet was not on?
Your wife out of the house?
Did you deal with like the dialogue?
Did I?
Yeah.
Only one deal for dialogue.
Only one I hung out with you.
Yeah, okay.
So yeah, I was gonna say you didn't have to like, man.
Everybody who's listening right now who dealt with dialogue
can remember your specific computer room that you're comparing.
I remember that computer room with you.
Mine was across the hall from my parents house.
Nope.
So it was just your parents' room.
My parents house, my parents' room.
It was in your parents' house.
My parents' house.
And you would get in that room after the time that you were supposed to be off that fucking
computer.
Oh, everyone had a time that they were not supposed to be on the internet.
Yes.
And you would sneak your ass in there.
Yup.
You would shut that door.
You would shove some towels under the bottom of that door.
Yup.
And then you would turn on that fucking crazy ass sound.
You would make the sound.
You would make the sound.
Sounds.
And the whole time, you would just be sitting there being like, just connect, just connect,
just connect, just connect, just connect, just shut up, connect connect it was like the noise used to scare me when I was little and it would
Finally you hear that being noise that you connected and then your parents would come in and be like I heard that whole fucking thing
You idiot
Screeching from beyond and you're like dammit. There's that whole thing you fucking saw it feel that a lot.
But back to the story.
So yeah, fuck me for being sold.
But no one would be home in the internet was not on, but whatever, right? A lot of, but-a-whatever stuff happened.
But there were a few things.
My mom's house is an open floor plan. I was in the living room taking to a part, I was
in the living room part talking to my stepdad who was in the computer room. The kitchen
is in between us, on the kitchen counter laid a cookie sheet.
Oh yeah.
As he speaking to me, I watched this cookie sheet go sailing across the kitchen, hit the
wall, and fall. It didn't fall off the counter and bounce. It was basically flung. I
went to tell my mom and she did not want to hear it. LOL, she turned the volume on the TV
super loud. I can't screech out sack baggins when he gets scratched by a fucking demon,
bro.
Now, there's a tall way off of the kitchen by the computer room. Leads to the mudroom
and the basement. We use the mudroom door as the main door.
My mom was chopping things for dinner and my step-brother and I were standing in the opening
to the hallway talking door.
My mom was in mid-sentence when my step-brother and I both heard our little brother say hi
to our dog.
We both turned to the door, looked at each other and back at the door.
Step-brother was like, you heard that right?
Him saying hi, right?
He nods and adds to the dog.
My mom's face was pale and confused. We explained what happened. We both heard our little brother say,
hi, Shiba. My mom's was like, nope, he doesn't get off the bus for 15 minutes. I don't believe you guys,
blah blah, but we both swear it happened. Oh, that's so spooky. My stepbrother lived with us. His
broom was the basement, and my room used to be a porch and she did like the eye up like a
Rolls-eye roll. I was like eye up. I up the eye up emoji. Don't up your eyes at me.
Don't you dare up your eyes at me.
God damn.
So her room used to be the porch that the previous owners converted to a room. That's cool. That is fun.
That reminds me of the simple life. Okay. So the second my step-br brother moved in with some friends, my best friend and I jumped on the basement.
We cleaned that bitch up, shoveled up all the garbage, collected all the cans and bottles.
We wore hazmat suits because my step brother and his friends were gross as boys, LOL. When
we finally got the basement, as habitable enough for humans, We brought a bed and some boxes down there.
2am we hear a pop bottle fall. That distinct plastic hitting concrete sound.
We turned on the lights but there was nothing on the ground. We returned all the
cans and bottles the previous day. Next night my friend is over again and we're
getting ready for bed. 3am. My CD radio alarm clock just starts blaring. Oh that
would fuck me up.
We jump awake and I lunge at the noise
as she turns on the light.
The kicker, it's not plugged in.
Ooh.
It didn't even have batteries.
I had to plug that, plug that bitch in
and unplug it for it to stop.
We didn't sleep downstairs that night.
No.
She's like, you know what?
We didn't sleep downstairs, then.
You don't say.
Not long after I moved,
I ended up moving out and my step-brother
moved back in and took the basement. So when I moved back, I got my porch room. You don't say. Not long after I moved, I ended up moving out and my step-brother moved back in and
took the basement.
So when I moved back, I got my porch room.
I was a mad.
And now we're both moved out.
My mom didn't, and now that we're both moved out, my mom doesn't use the basement.
Flash to the past February, I had stopped by her house to see her.
We were sitting in the dining room when we both heard something fall over in the basement.
Then we heard something running.
No. But we didn't hear it run up the stairs
and we didn't hear any doors open or close.
Neither one of us went to investigate.
We stayed seated.
Ew.
Good on you.
Those are my little tales,
although they might be not be super spooky
a few things were.
Thanks for taking the time to read it.
Mom, if you made it through this, then I'll buy you lunch.
Love you guys, S. Coffin.
PS, Sid didn't kill Nancy.
Change my mind.
LOL.
I disagree.
I'm confused.
Oh, I googled it.
What?
You did not know who Sid and Nancy were?
I do now.
Guys. I'm young. Guys, this is real life. Sid vicious. were? I do now. Guys, I'm young.
Guys, this is real life.
Sid vicious.
This is real, wow.
The fact that you are reading this like Sid vicious.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, where my fellow old-
No, no, I've heard of this before.
I just need to read this.
Oh good, you've heard of this before
that you needed to refresh on the Sid and Nancy.
Listen, I'm sorry that you remember dial up, but there's no reason to yell at me.
Please go to the next listener, Jill.
Take us away from this place.
Take me away.
This one is called, My Mom was the True Exorcist all along.
Whoa.
All right.
I thought mine was.
I was going to say hello, my lovely weirdos.
My name is Keely pronounced like Kiwi, but with an L instead of W
And yes, you can use my name. I love that name. Kiwi, that's cool. I'm a fairly new listener and I found you through crime countdown
That nothing will ever stop blowing my mind like that's really fun. It's like fun, but like crazy like whoa, whoa
Thanks, which I found from our lovely podcast research gods. We are so blessed. We are blessed. We are never stressed always blessed.
Anyway, I love you. I almost just dropped my phone. I'm sorry. Okay. Anyway, I love you both so much
I heard your first episode of Crime Countdown and fell in love with how you tell stories and aren't afraid to put your personalities into the episode.
Aw, thanks. Thank you. They told us to do that.
My man. After the first episode, I found morbid and have been diving into the deep end of our collective.
Am I good? Yeah, I read that.
Yeah, you're good.
Diving into the deep end of our collective need for strange on a daily basis ever since.
I'm sure you both appreciated that sentence.
I really did.
I wish I had read it better, but I don't appreciate it.
I read it in my head, so it was cool.
Yeah.
When I got to the most recent listener tales, I knew I had to share my story of how my mother nearly gave me a heart attack at 14 because she thought she was so funny. Spoiler alert, 16 years later,
it still isn't, uh, no wait, it is. Spoiler alert, 16 years later, it is funny, but I'm still
mad at her about it, so don't tell her. I won't tell her. Picture it. Halloween.
Whoa.
You sound like you were like breathing into a paper bag.
I'm David S. Popekins.
That's who I felt like.
Watch that.
Okay, it's Halloween 2014, middle of nowhere, Illinois.
Oh.
I just said that to Pussywap.
It's a Illinois.
And not like Chicago or any well populated area.
This is like, well, we didn't get a stop,
we didn't get a stoplight in town until 2010,
kind of a little bit nowhere.
That's amazing.
Anyway, I digress.
My mom and I have always been huge horror movie fans.
My dad doesn't get it.
Whenever a new movie comes out, we're all over it.
Well, this particular, how will be,
I feel like there's gonna be a lot in here.
I decided to stay home and watch an oldie,
but good knee, a good home and watch an oldie, but good knee,
a good knee with an oldie, but good knee with mott and pops,
the exorcist.
I love your family.
I do too.
This is like goals.
To my mother's dismay, I hadn't watched it
in its entirety to this point,
because there were so many just decent horror movies
at the time.
Why bother with the old ones?
And I was right.
While the story was compelling, the effects ruined my immersion.
My immersion! Said in the tone of a sniffly nerd, pushing my glasses up my nose by the bridge.
My immersion! There you go. Anyway, after the movie, I expressed my mild displeasure of the
dated effects. Mother, apparently, did not like my high-quality movie critique judgment of a film
that once terrified her.
She asked me to go feed the dogs since it was passed in her at this point.
I went to my room, got a sweatshirt, then went outside to feed Polly.
Our German Shepherd mix that I named after Polly pockets.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
And then she wrote, do y'all remember Polly mother fucking pockets?
Ash might not, but I'm sure I know Alina will.
Yes.
Okay, sister, I do remember Pauli pockets,
and I had the fucking little, like the whole
fucking outdoor pool set where Pauli had a damn slide.
That's right.
So I remember Pauli pockets about to fight this girl.
She's like, hi.
Kili, I love you, I'm kidding.
Anyway, I digress me too.
I had left a light out in my room, in my room.
So I thought nothing of it when I came left a light out in my room, in my room, so I thought nothing of it
when I came back inside and went to my well lit bedroom.
What I wasn't expecting was the giant fucking clown doll,
like the one in the movie,
to be sitting in my bed staring straight at me.
What the fuck?
Your mom's incredible.
She's a legend.
Now, before you think my mother is
a some clever mastermind who thought of this way
too far in advance,
the doll was some kind of knitted monstrosity.
My great-great-hunt made for me, for my baby shower back in 1990.
It was my height at the time, so like, 5'3".
Holy shit, that's tall in the night.
Yeah, that's horrifying.
I was gonna say awful, and then I started saying horrifying, so I said,
hoffle.
That was truly awful.
That was awful. It was real awfulffle. That was hoffle. It was real
hoffle. It was stuffed. That's hoffle. It had a huge hat and a super punchable face.
My mother always insisted I keep it, so I had it buried at the bottom of my
closet. My mother and all her infinite wisdom decided I was too harsh on one of
her favorite horror movies. So after I went outside to feed the dog, she dashed to
my rim, found the fucking punch clown beast and set it on my bed.
So when I opened the cracked door,
it would be looking right at me,
looking right at me in my fucking horrified face.
I screamed, I ran, I fell to the floor,
I started to cry.
I could hear my mom in the living room laughing.
Oh, I got your mom as a fucking head.
Just as you in a few years.
It's really is.
My dad came and laid with me on the floor
and comforted me while I cried.
He said, I told her not to.
And I like it say in response was, she is such a bitch.
Ha ha.
Amazing.
Now my dad, a trucker, and a farmer at heart,
usually didn't tolerate me.
Usually didn't tolerate such a language
out of my 14 year old baby mouth.
But for some reason, all the obvious reasons, but for some reason all the obvious reasons
It's some reason the eyes this time he let it slide out and responded
I know honey what a moment rubbing my back what a family moment. I love your family mom is dying laughing
I'm living you're crying on the floor
I'm such a bitch and dad's like I know
I told her not to.
Now 16 years later, whenever I talk about horrific pranks
with friends or family, it always gets brought up.
I love my mom to the moon and back.
Oh, but I have to forget her for nearly ruining
our relationship over the fucking exorcist.
I mean, it's a great movie.
I love it.
That's all I've got for this one, ladies.
Thank you. And as always,
and usual, keep it weird. But that's where the E-Free The Shed out of your Teenage
Shed out of your point of her crying and calling you a bad name and not being forgiven for
it 16 years later. Bye! And then there's a follow-up email that says,
5am freak out realizing, I meant poltergeist, not the exorcist. Ugh, thank you. Because this entire time, I was like,
when was there a clown in the air?
Yeah.
And then I was like, there's a clown in Poltergeist.
That's what Keeley, clown in Poltergeist.
Thank you, Keeley.
I didn't even see that before,
so I'm real glad you sent that.
There's like a whole curse around the exorcist
and Poltergeist. Yeah, there is.
That would be a fun episode.
That would be a cursed movie.
So maybe we'll do that one.
I think I just had a really good idea on it.
Maybe I'll just do that one. On the show live on the air. That would be a fun episode. That would. That would. That would be a fun episode. That would be a fun episode.
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Do it.
Sorry, I just clicked my computer.
Not funny, but like scary,
and the way they write it's really funny.
This one's called,
actually thrown off the road by double worshipers.
Brow what?
I love that it just says,
Brow what?
Hey, Weirdos, I love your podcast,
and listen to it every single day.
You guys are actual saints,
and have helped me navigate my life
during this shit storm of a year. Currently wearing my murderer apparel merch crew neck as I'm typing this. Yay.
PS I'm a garbage ass person that hasn't taken it off in two days because it's that comfy, but I dug rest. Look at that.
That's fine. I wear the same thing for like three days. Oh, yeah. We're all together.
I have one shirt that I wear all the time and every time I put it on I go out to Annie and I'm like, look at my new shirt.
She's like, I'm wearing it after 60s
So I'm sorry this is so long, but I promise you it's 100% worth it
And if this ends up in an episode, I might actually shit myself
Better change your pants. I hope you shot. I hope you shot
Hold on to your mother fucking butt. No you then no you
Get it because they're're going to shit.
You do.
No you all that are about.
The listener's tale I'm going to be telling you
is one of the most terrifying and scariest nights of my life.
Surprisingly, I have quite a few of these tales
as I was a reckless hormonal and angsty teenager
and clearly didn't think about my actions,
but you'll know, or whatever, today's kids say, right?
What do you do?
Today's kids say.
And you back when I was 16,
me and my eight friends were thickest thieves.
We all had some pretty shitty and dark things happen
to us during the years of our friendship
and I made us closer than family.
There was literally a rumor around our school
that we were into a secret mafia culture
because of how we ride or die.
How ride or die we were for each other,
currently cringing at the use of that wording.
That's what she said to me.
I love it.
Basically, what it came down to was,
if one of us was in need, we were there no matter what.
With the law, for instance, we all rehearsed alabas.
One of us was going to fight.
We were all in that bitch ready to swing.
You know, super casual high school shit, right?
Jesus Lord, we were heathens.
For this story, it's really important to understand
just how close we were.
Our friendship was based on truth,
respect, and the way our childhood
and other experiences fucked us up.
We didn't lie to one another,
and the only time we did this,
and the only time we did was if,
and only if, everyone else agreed
that it was to protect one of us.
Wow, as I'm typing this,
I'm starting to see why people thought we were in some kind of gang.
LMFIO.
I think you were. I think you might have been.
I don't know if you know it, but I think you might have been.
But the sake of privacy, I'll be changing everyone's names.
I live in the suburbs about an hour away from Chicago.
And before you, oh wow, we're really getting with Chicago.
I was going to say this became Chicago Halloween.
Halloween?
Chicago. That's what it's Chicago. I was gonna say this became Chicago Halloween. All right. Halloween?
Chicago.
That's what it's about.
I love it.
And before you ask, yes, it's true.
We do have the greatest pizza in the world
and no one, and no, you never put ketchup on a hot dog.
Fuck that.
I'm with you on that.
You put mustard on a hot dog.
You put both actually.
Yeah, sometimes you do that.
I thought, the way you were looking at me,
I was like, oh, fuck.
I feel like, oh, we're gonna fight.
That would be insanity.
Anyway, the suburb that I live in
has a bunch of country backroads.
And yes, this is where this horrifying experience occurs.
Of course it does.
Out here, there's a famous house that everyone knows about.
It's on a road called Johnson Road,
and so the house is called the Johnson House.
Oh my god.
Way.
Spook Spook, what a creative name.
The road has literally no light posts and is a couple miles long. There are other homes on
the road that people live in except the Johnson House. So let me go ahead and set the scene for
this also famous home. It had a long uphill gravel driveway surrounded by brush and trees that
was super hidden from the road.
That's right, this spooky-ass house was on top of a fucking hill. I cannot make this
shit up, so when you drive up this hill, you don't see the house until your damn nail
or near at the front door. It was old and decrepit. Every single window had been broken out
from years of vandalism and the siding was damn near-pailed off, so it was all just wood
framing. A pure country-horror fixer
opera for sure. So one night, at 1am, me and my four friends from our group decide to go on a late-night
country cruise while the others were hanging out with their boyfriends. You know, drive around,
listen to absolute bangers, like every time we touch by a cascada. Every time we touch, I get this
breathing. You knew that was happening.
In all the other 90s to 2000s goodies,
smoked some weed and waste a fuck ton of our $6 per gallon gas.
$6 a gallon?
Oh honey, you don't even know.
$6 a gallon.
You don't even know.
That happened?
That happened.
What the fuck?
We used to scrounge up change at the bottom of our car
to pay for gas.
It was six dollars a gallon.
And we could do that and it would last us all night.
Wow.
Like we would literally look under the seats,
find quarters and nickels and dimes and be like,
cool, we can get a couple gallons and boom.
That's nuts.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
She also wrote, thank you recession. Jane was driving her old-ass car gallons and boom. That's nuts. Yeah. Yeah. That's right.
She also wrote, thank you recession.
Jane was driving her old-ass car that broke down regularly and had the baldest tires I'd
ever seen in my life.
Tori was in the passenger seat and me, Claire and Bonnie were in the back.
We had obviously all heard stories of this super, super scary house and decided it was a
marvelous idea to go up there and smoke.
Truly thriving, cue-face-pom-am-o-chi.
So when we get into the road and go about a half mile down, we turn down the volume
of our jam session and flash the brights to see.
We see the beginning of the gravel driveway and turn in.
We get about halfway up the driveway until we're no longer seen by the road, turn
off the lights and park.
To be honest, we really only went there to smoke where no one else could see us and to be a little creeped out while we did so. Don't ask me why the hell we
thought this would be a good idea. I still don't really have an answer to how stupid we used to be.
So there we were, getting ready to enjoy the devil's lettuce when we see a pair of lights pop up
from the top of the hill. Not just any lights, a pair of headlights. Obviously we start to panic, thinking it's the police and we're about to get arrested for a
tiny nugget of weed that we hadn't even got to smoke. This was before this year
when it came to legal. No legal. Oh, I'm sorry legal. Jane turns her headlights
back on, which we were all super pissed about. Again, we thought we were about to
get arrested. So obviously we didn't want to, we didn't want whatever kind of car to see we were there. We just wanted to dip out casually and leave.
So what ended up happening was way worse. The headlights at the top of the hill turn
off, immediately followed by the turning on the car's brights. The vehicle revs its engine,
and it's then that we realize this isn't just a car, it's a massive ass truck. The truck
starts barreling down the driveway,
heading straight towards our car.
Oh my God.
Jane throws the car in reverse,
but her goddamn tires were so bald
that they didn't pick up any traction on the gravel.
Somehow, we finally caught traction
and got the hell out of the driveway
right before the truck would have hit us.
When we get back into the road and look behind us,
the giant ass fucking truck is speeding like hell to catch up to us.
And when it finally does, it smashes into our bumper.
At this point, we can't see who's driving because this douche-nausal brights are in our
faces and we are full-blown peddled to metal.
We blew through four different one-way stop signs just trying to lose this truck, but
it was on our ass.
If you have ever driven on a country road,
you would know how dangerous blowing a single stop sign is.
The miles per hour on these roads go up to 70 miles per hour.
And if you're in the wrong place in the wrong time,
you get creamed blowing that stop sign.
Oh, that's so scary.
Before we knew it, the truck was next to us
in the oncoming traffic lane,
side-swiping and pushing us off the road into a ditch.
A mother fucking ditch. I still have no idea how or why, but by some grace of God,
this little trash bag of a car went straight into the ditch, and as fast as we flew in,
we hit a bump on the ground and flew right out. Holy shit. Wow. By now, the back bumpers scraping
on the ground, the driver's side mirror has been completely torn off
and we were dialing 911.
Oh my God.
Why didn't you call as soon as you had,
they hit the bumper, you ask?
Oh, maybe that's because there was no cell reception.
I didn't even think of why they didn't choose that.
Like straight out of some scary ass film.
We finally start to see our town's lights
and go straight to the police station,
still no cell service.
As soon as we hit the town's limits
where there was a subdivision we turn in. If anything to take a shortcut to the police station, still no cell service, as soon as we hit the town's limits where there was a subdivision we turned in. If anything to take a shortcut to the
police station, the truck follows us. It makes a U turn to start heading back to where
we just had our death drive, but stops underneath one of the street lamps. We start slowing down
and looking behind us to try and see who the fuck just tried to ram us off the road. Three
men get out of the truck.
Oh my god.
I'm really stressed out.
I know.
I wish I had a hoodie on.
Fully covered in black pants and hoodies, and you could clearly see their hands and shoes
were covered in something bright red.
They did some weird huddle.
What?
Glance up at us and get back in the truck and start driving away like nothing had happened.
We noticed there was no license plates and we were...
...FLOORED.
We went straight to the police station, filed a report, and they took our statements, but
there wasn't much they could do because of the jurisdiction, and we basically had nothing
to go off of.
That's when the police told us that no one had lived in that house for the past 20 years.
Due to the fact that a man had murdered
his entire family and then shot himself out of it.
Shut the fuck up!
The car was basically totalled and got sent to a junkyard.
It was well passed this expiration date anyway.
A few days went by and Jane was pissed.
She didn't have a car anymore.
Like I said before, we were some badass signatures.
So when one of us was pissed, we were all pissed.
So what do you think would be the smart idea?
To go back to that hellhole of a house during the day
and cuss out the motherfuckers who destroyed a car?
No!
No, no, no, bad idea.
Bad idea.
I'm telling you, we were wild and dumb as shit for that matter.
You were.
You definitely were.
You sure were.
We got baseball bats, hammers, and pepper spray,
and we're ready.
Like, brah.
What the fuck were we thinking?
So we get to that house at like 1 p.m. when the sun is shining.
Driver asses up this long ass driveway in two different vehicles, and all eight of us
girls get ready to fuck some shit up.
That's honestly incredible.
It really is incredible.
But when we get there, it's silent.
Like overly silent.
We've start walking towards the side of the house and notice some strange things.
For bright red empty gallons of paint,
we see that the door to the house doesn't even exist
and walk in.
We split up into two, four person groups
and start walking around.
When I tell you this house is scary, it's an understatement.
There's peeling stained wallpaper,
random toys and dolls and nasty garbage everywhere.
From the other room we hear Jane say, you guys get in here.
And we all come rushing in.
It was then that we see giant fucking devil signs and symbols painted all over the walls.
Every single one of us booked it to fuck out of there and never looked back.
That's right, we nooped right the fuck out of there.
We got back to Tori's house, we went straight inside and grabbed some wine because duh. After we calmed down and got a good buzz, we went back to the cars to unload the bats and other random ass wannabe weapons that we had brought in all the way we all froze.
Our on both car bumpers were bright red strokes of paint.
Whoever painted that shit on the walls in that house had been outside watching us the whole fucking time and we had never seen them.
To this day I can't explain why those men chased us or what the hell was written on those walls,
but from then on everything just seemed different. Some girls started lying to each other,
others started resenting each other for basically no reason, and everything throughout the years
our friendships all started to fade away. I only keep in contact with two of the girls now.
A few of the others moved away and have families,
and one got sucked into drugs and sex work in the city.
Oh, no.
The spookyest part of the story?
That house was set on fire a few years after on Halloween.
There it is.
There it is.
There it is.
That's how it got in there on Halloween night,
and nothing was left of it.
Oh no, that's not the spookiest part.
The spookiest part is that when our town's local news page,
the patch uploaded the article.
We have a patch too.
In posted pictures of the fire,
you can clearly see a fucking skull face
in the motherfucking flames.
And yes, I linked the post and the photo
where I circled the face.
No, so that's my listener tale. Sorry again for the length and horrible writing skills I've circled the face. No, so, that's my listener tale.
Sorry again for the length and horrible writing skills I haven't looked at yet.
Love you guys and keep it weird, but that's a weird idea.
You're into some crazy Satanic shit where a man murdered his entire family and killed
himself and tried to run into a group of girls off the road in a big ass track and watched
them when they come back to fuck you up and paint on their cars to scare the shit out of
them and burn the house up down a few years later.
All right, number one, you did like a really good job.
But number two, I was just staring at the photo the entire time you did that my entire fucking body is covered in fucking goosebumps
And I need to see this I'm freaked the fuck I'm looking right now. She circled it. It's insane hold on because I've never seen anything like that
It's insane. I'm upset. I'm looking destroyed needing, um, hey Arnold in my life right now. I need my hair and all, it won't download on my thing.
Do you want me to hold it up too?
Oh wait here it is.
I see it.
Good timing.
Oh.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah I like stopped looking at it.
I looked at it too long I feel.
Oh and it looks perturbed.
It does.
I'm gonna go home and sage myself after looking at that.
Oh that's, it looks like it's like,
maa.
Um, okay.
It looks like it's one way to interpret that.
Maa.
I think it's going, maa.
Daa.
That's what it's saying.
No, get it.
Maa.
Daa.
Do you get it?
Do you get it?
Thank you.
Thank you for cleaning.
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That's so nuts.
What a truly wildred.
So they were in there watching them the entire time.
And then painted red on there.
So they were all red from painting
all that shit inside the house.
And then cut, saw them, chased them down,
ran them off the road.
Wow.
Then suddenly we're like, I think that's enough.
I think that's enough. I think our work is done for tonight. My little hud Then suddenly we're like, I think that's enough. I think that's enough.
I think our work is done for tonight.
My little huddle, we're like, good work, good work.
I think they saw how resilient you were
and they were like, well, they were like,
well, those are bad ass bitches, so we should move on.
Wow.
And then you're in the house and they're watching your ass
the whole time and then paint on your bumpers.
Yeah, that's, wait, so that's a real, that's weird flex.
Weird flex, not okay. Not okay. Did they paint the bumpers and you just that's, wait, so that's a real, that's weird flex. Weird flex, not okay.
Not okay. Did they paint the bumpers and you just like didn't see them there? No, they
literally, while they were in the house looking at all this shit, those dudes were outside watching
them do this and then just like swiped paint on the back of their bumpers so that they
knew they were watching them. Okay, I get it now. Wow. I was lost a lot. I just haven't a moment.
I know. I know what it is. She's just, uh, it's the end of the week.
I thought they, I thought she was saying they were watching them the whole time.
The first time they went there. Now I really know that I'm dumb.
It was the second time. Yeah, they were watching the whole time. They went back.
That's right. And they swiped like red paint on their bumpers to be like, hey, we're watching you.
That's so much scary. That could be a really good movie. It really could. And they swiped red paint on their bumpers to be like, hey, we were watching you. That's so, so much scarier.
That could be a really good movie.
It really could.
And also, why do they just let you go after that?
You know what?
I claim the rights to this story for a movie.
I don't know if that's how that works.
I declare big crepes.
I knew you were gonna say that.
I literally knew it.
So this is mine now. Thank you for that. So I'm gonna take that. I'm gonna say that. I literally knew it. So this is mine now. Thank you for that.
So I'm gonna take that. I'm gonna take that.
Wow. All right. This one is called,
Let's not use sacrificial virgin blood on Ouija boards.
Don't do it. Let's not. Don't do it.
Hey girls, hi from Toronto. Firstly, I'd like to say I absolutely love, love, love your podcast.
I listen to it all the time at work and get weird looks when I laugh to myself
since we're not supposed to have earphones in.
And nobody knows why the fuck I'm always wearing the blue hat.
That's amazing.
And also Canada.
Yes.
Canada.
AirPods backwards and use your hair to cover it,
best trick ever, I swear.
Oh, that is really, that is really smart.
I don't have a phone for you.
Anyway, I find you guys a little more than a month ago
and I've listened to every single episode.
I'm actually 23, too, and a Capricorn, too.
So it's like both of us.
It's both of us mashed together.
So loved that connection so much.
Please come visit Toronto soon.
I'd love to see a show.
I even got my mom hooked on your podcast.
If you guys read this on your podcast,
a little shout out to my sage wielding
bad bitch of a mom who got rid of a demon for me.
Love this.
There's so many cool moms here.
I know, that's incredible. Also, it just occurred to me that I'm not 23.
I'm 24 now. Oh, you're not.
I literally just forgot how old I was.
He definitely is. Well, anyways, let me explain this from the beginning.
I was 16. Picture Super Inx DC Girl.
Oh, I always wanted to be a super inx DC Girl.
Who didn't? Never worked for me.
I was never someone who believed in ghosts, let alone demons.
I went to demons.
Diamonds.
I went to church every Sunday and I believed in God.
My house smells... smells more like a church does because I'm pretty sure there's incense
in every crevice of wood in my home at this point.
And I also have a mother who is sensitive to that stuff,
but I called bullshit when I was young because the idea of demons,
diamonds, diamonds.
And ghosts just never sat right with me. to that stuff, but I called Bullshit when I was young because the idea of Damon's diamonds diamonds.
And Ghost just never sat right with me, and in my true capricorn fashion I need to see
those red-eyed dark shadows straight from the vows of hell, motherfuckers before I believe
in them.
I feel you.
And girls, see one I did.
Oh.
She saw a diamond.
She saw a diamond.
Ha!
Hold on to your butts because this one, this is when nasty ride and it all starts with the best friend I have to this day.
Oh no, no, no. A best friend I to this day wish I never met.
Oh, Fook.
Oh.
I'm going to name this crazy friend Gruchin because I hate her in the name almost as much as I despise this girl.
Wow, Gruchin weeners.
I watch out.
Just gonna say.
And none for Gruchin weeners, bye. That's why her hair is so big. It's full of demons. It's full of diamonds. Gretchen
was one of those people who was really into the spirit realm, but honestly, oh, excuse me,
and honestly, if anyone dabbles in that girl, you do you, if it doesn't hurt anyone who
cares. This girl, not so much. Her and her family fucked around with Ouija boards all the time and had to move out of
not one but two houses. What the shit apparently went fucking bonkers on their house on a day-to-day basis. Damn.
So here's where I get sucked into her, uh, into her, I think I'm a witch, so I'm going to mess with shit
I don't understand because my parents are clearly terrible influences, but it's okay because I watched the craft one time
and I'm totally an expert on I had to go some demons bullshit. Uh-oh. I feel like
that was awesome. I was just gonna say I feel personally attacked. I feel like we
were those friends to so many. Oh shit. Somebody that I used to be friends with
is listening to this right now like that. That reminds me of you, Ashley. Fuck my
grudge. Shit. Halloween. Night 2014. in mind, I found this all out after.
Gretchen and her family decided it was a great fucking idea to play with the Ouija board.
And even better, and even better psychotic idea is that they cut her hand and used
virgin putt on the board.
Watch!
Feel like her parents need to talk to someone.
I feel like that's some bullshit.
I feel like that's not all right.
Maybe don't do that.
You did not read that wrong.
They cut the hand of their own daughter.
Thank you.
So it could bleed on the Ouija board as some virgin blood.
Yeah, that's a lot.
Excuse me, virgin sacrificial blood.
I cannot make this shit up.
You know what would've been so fucking funny?
And this is just like me being a dick.
What if she was like, I'm not a virgin
and they really got mad.
Oh, and then they were like, you're grounded.
Get out of here.
And that was the end of the Weija board session.
That was it.
Also to anyone listening, don't be, don't.
Just don't be stupid.
Put the board away.
Jan, the ghost can't tell you if kind of likes you.
It's true.
They can't.
I'm fucking always posting that.
I always wondered that too.
Anyway, back to the story. This wanna be which comes into my house the next day,
first leap over, and my cat is going bonkers, which she never does.
But when I say bonkers, I mean, I mean, meow screaming and running up and down the stairs
in a senseless, senseless panic type bonkers.
Damn. I of course just brush it off, cats being cats. I don't know.
I've never seen my cat do that. You know, cats be cats.
Cats be cat.
She sleeps over.
Nothing happens.
She goes home and that's when stuff went south real quick.
Oh no, she left her badness at your place.
She left out Daemon.
She left us.
She left her Daemon at your house.
That's so good.
For the next week, my family is at each other's throats, arguing over stupid stuff, screaming,
and honestly just being downright terrible to each other.
Oh, you know, that happens.
This is something that honestly never happened though.
Oh, okay.
I didn't even know that's what the next thing in life
happened.
This honestly never happens.
I can't.
Well, shit.
Okay, because we've always been a close family,
and it was such vicious arguing.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's exciting.
Well, all this is going on.
My cats and birds are going, that shit crazy too.
My mother at the end of the week
just comes into my room at night and says,
your friend brought something into the house.
It's your fucking bitch ass friend.
Left her dang.
It also Kyle doesn't like you.
The demon told me, right Jan and my teenage
dumbass says my dumbass teenage teenage teenage dumbass was like all right
there Glenda ooh go so scary and I remember she just looked at me like oh yeah
bitch oh yeah bitch okay she just says don't come to me if something happens. And walks out of my room.
Ooh, she dropped a mom bomb.
Mom bomb.
She was like, okay, a little girl.
Okay, a little bitch.
Thank you so big and tough.
Don't come to me if something happens.
You little bitch ass bitch.
You know, mom shits.
Me as a mother.
You little bitch ass bitch.
I honestly don't think. Okay, I ass bitch. I honestly don't think.
Okay, I'm okay.
I honestly didn't think anything of it until the next night,
3 a.m. I woke up in a panic
and I saw these massive spiders crawling down
towards my head from the ceiling
and I automatically thought I was dealing
with the sleep paralysis.
She didn't say the sleep paralysis.
I thought I was dealing with the sleep paralysis.
With sleep paralysis.
But I could wiggle my fingers and toes, so that was big nope.
When I realized I could move, I real quick rolled
to get out of my bed.
And the moment I rolled to my right to get to my feet on,
to get my feet on the ground, there was a face in front of mine.
Mouth wide fucking open.
Eyes red, crouched so its face could be next to mine. Oh, and not moving.
When I tell you I lost my shit, I lost my mother fucking shit. I just lost my shit for you.
My shit's gone. My shit just ran out the door. My shit moved to Illinois. I started screaming
bloody Mary. I called God Himself on speed dial. On speed dial prayer in that moment. I would do the same thing. I
legit thought I was gonna die. Honestly blessed my parents. They came barreling in like some half asleep nights ready to kill whatever it was.
The second the light was on any good parent is a half asleep night in the middle of the night. Honestly, I've
I've seen it. I've seen it. And the second the light was on, of course, the spiders and the diamond that was gone.
At that point, I was sobbing and telling my mother, I would be the best child in the world
as long as she got rid of it so soon.
My dad just picked me up, brought me into their room and let me sleep at the end of their
bed.
But before we all fell asleep, my dad started complaining about his leg.
He lifted his sweat pants up.
Oh my God.
And I shit you not on his leg was what looked like three scratch marks
running down the outside of his calf.
That is a Damon.
That is a straight up Damon
because they only have three fingers.
They do always.
I known it.
I know when it.
I lost my mind and my mom went warrior,
bad bitch in that moment because it's the one,
because it's one thing to scare her dumb ass teenage daughter
that probably deserved a good scare.
It's an entirely different playing field when you touch her man.
Yes. This cunt.
Cunt.
This cunt.
She wrote Irish accent.
Irish accent here.
Ran down the stairs, lit incense and smudging the entire house top to bottom,
threatening this thing to get the fuck out of her house and straight back to
where it came from.
Amazing.
I am not joking when I say the air in that moment got 50 times lighter.
It was nuts.
Everything seemed to just be okay in that moment.
I have no idea to this day what the hell happened.
I can say three things for sure though.
One took me two weeks to go back to my room to sleep alone.
I felt safer with my dad, a bat, and an incense, and sage wielding bad ass in the same room.
Yep.
Two, when I told Gretchen everything that happened, she finally told me what she did on Halloween
and didn't see why on Earth I'd be so upset with her and told me I was being a- I was just
being dramatic because she was used to it and it wasn't so bad.
Oh, Gretchen.
Can we see why I'm not friends with the crazy lady?
Yeah, no more Gretchen.
When demons are not bad, three, I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever touch a
Ouija board.
And I will never second guess the existence of things I can't see.
Leopardcons, you betcha.
Fairy's abs of Huckabooly.
Ghosty uppers, demons, hell yeah, pun intended.
Santa Claus, ho ho, happy to agree.
I don't care what it is.
Just keep it away for me as long as I live.
That was my favorite.
I got the creeps right.
That's awesome.
I got the creeps writing that all down,
and it's 4 a.m., so I guess I won't be sleeping tonight.
I'm so sorry this is so long and rambly.
I really hope you guys enjoyed that little crazy bit
of my life.
I still sleep with some sort of night light in my room,
or light in my room at 23,
so I think it may have messed me up a little bit, but yeah, it's okay
Makes a good story for my non-existent kids when I want to make sure that the little tyrants never touch a Ouija board hell
Yeah, can you banish your own kids from your house if they do? I mean, I'm gonna I honestly I'm gonna use your story to ban a Ouija board in my house
I always think about that
I always think about having kids and their dumb little asses bringing a fucking Ouija board in my house. I always think about that. I always think about having kids and their dumb little asses
bringing a fucking Ouija board into my house.
I'm just gonna tell them this story.
I'd be like, you don't pay the mortgage, so.
Well, you know what, Laila,
I'm really thanking you for this story
because I'm gonna use it.
It's from stealing it.
I'm stealing another story.
She says, I feel like that should be the law.
Also, you're a stealer.
I am.
Anyway, thank you so much for being amazing.
Morgan and hilarious people.
You make my day so much better by just existing
Wow, I got a better to make this thing have a wonderful weird have a wonderful week
Keep safe and keep it weird but not so where the use we do board and Halloween night wear your pants
Use your blood as a fact as a virgin sacrifice because you think you're a witch and you need to move out of two houses
And you bring a straight a demon and you bring a straight from hell red-eyed crouching weird ass demon to your best friends house
And have no idea why she would be so mad
that you brought an actual demon into her house
and fucked her up for the rest of her young adulthood,
not that weird.
Not that weird.
Wow. Wow.
Wow.
Laila. Laila.
I'm so glad you dumped Gretchen.
Gretchen, she was fucking dumb.
That was way in and of the way.
Gretchen sounded like chill, but like not chill.
She sounded not chill.
But she sounded so chill and she was like,
I'm just used to it.
But it's like, you're used to it,
but don't bring it into other people's houses.
I know, I wonder, like, how did she do it on purpose?
I think she just came in there.
She let that little diamond just jump off her bed.
How do you get it off of you?
How do you say like this?
This seems like a good place for you.
She became his, she became his fucking demon realtor.
She did.
She showed him some houses.
She's like, do you see that this has a lovely view?
She's like Northern part of this.
She's three and a half baths.
Full fucking backyard, Damon.
There's hardwood floors in here, Damon.
Do you see it?
They're a little creaky.
That's right.
It's just, it just adds to the character of the home.
See that?
There's pocket doors.
You don't see that in every house Damon.
Oh!
Two shower heads in the bathroom.
Oh, the closet space.
Oh, California King comes with the house.
And you could make this in office Damon.
And he was like, sold.
Appliances included.
Sold. And he stayed. And no, he was like, sold. Appliances included. Sold.
And he stayed.
And no, he was like,
sold.
I'll stay.
That's what he did.
And then he said, he put his three fingers up.
And he went, yep, five.
So, no, three.
I three.
Garsh.
Garsh. Garsh.
Oh, guys, we hope you enjoyed this installment of Halloween.
Halloween.
This is our tails.
Because we managed to get Halloween
to every single one of those.
I think that this might have been the most ridiculous.
Think it was.
Listener tails of all time.
So you know what, guys?
Hi three to all of you out there. Hi three. Hi three. We did it together. Listener Tales of All Time. So you know what guys? High three to all of you out there.
You know.
High three.
High three.
We did it together.
We got through it.
Thank you so much for your listener Tales.
They are truly extraordinary.
You never disappoint.
Never.
I never laugh as hard as when I read your fucking listener Tales.
I don't need their.
Sometimes I'm gonna learn how to read again,
so that they're better.
I'm actually teaching the girls phonics right now.
So maybe I'll refresh my memory along the way.
As she'll hook herself back onto phonics
and we'll get through.
I think I need a new fucking prescription.
Gloss, you do.
Glass, glasses.
New, I need new, I can't even talk words.
I need new prescription glass.
So we'll get through that.
And yeah, so make sure you keep an eye out for that.
Add free bonus random episode next week about how we
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I'm one of those people.
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thank you we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird
a lane of robo robo remix but not so weird that you get run off the road by a truck
sataness and then they watch you
and they put red paint on your bumpers for no reason
and then you're a lady named Gretchen
and you come over your best friend's house
and you leave a diamond there
because you put some sacrificial version
in blood on a Ouija board with your family
because you guys are weird.
And don't live in a sorority house
with a guy named Shackleford
who's gonna brand your booty within us.
Your booty?
Not your booty?
Don't live in a haunted house
and don't acknowledge
that it's a haunted house with all the shit,
like a cookie sheet flying off the thing.
And somebody's saying hi, Shiba.
And everybody's like, I didn't hear that.
I don't know what's going on.
This is a haunted.
And also, don't, what?
No, I was just, I'm just, I don't fuck up my gym, man.
I'm off my group.
I'm off my group.
Also, don't actually totally be one of those moms
that puts a fake clown on your teenage
kids bed after you watch the Pulitzer Guys because they made fun of the special effects
because those effects are awesome to the say.
It's like a perfect haunted movie, so don't fuck with that.
And also, don't wake up your fiance with ASMR being like, someone's in the house.
Don't be that weirdy.
Don't be that weird.
Don't.
That was really good.
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