Morbid - Listener Tales 25

Episode Date: March 1, 2021

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That's ANGI, or Download the app today. Hey, Weirdos, I'm Ash, and I'm Alaina, and I'm Drew. A special guest! Yes! And this is Maldon. Welcome. Welcome! So, yeah, we have had some technical difficulties regarding this episode. So basically what we were doing is like,

Patreons were picking the cases, we gave them like a couple options, and then the winner of the poll, we would do that case. So I think the options that I gave for this week was Dominique Dunn and Venus Xtraveganza. Venus Xtraveganza won the poll, but upon researching I started to come across some stuff that I was like, you know, maybe it's not the right time to tell her story. Yeah. And the quote that I actually came across was, her nephew did an interview with Bill Bord, and he said, I don't think Venus and her wildest dreams according to my family members

would have ever envisioned herself becoming a transgender martyr. I think she just wanted to live her life and just be who she was without dealing with any social pressures or persecution. But the reason why we're so quiet about Venus is because there's a lot of fighting over her legacy. So when I read that, I was like, there's a lot of fighting over her legacy

and right now just doesn't seem like the right time to get into the story. Yeah, and it's like not a lot is known about the crime either. It's like, that's a little bit of a tough one. Yeah. On every front. Exactly. So it just seems like, you know, the respectful thing to do

to not touch it right now. Yeah. So I mean, we still want to stay true to our word and give you three episodes this week. And actually Drew was going to join us for the Venus episode because he loves all things drag and all things Paris is burning. So instead, we're gonna do some listener tales, just so that you make sure that you get your three episodes,

we wanna stay true to our word, and we wanted to hang out with Drew. Yeah, so he's still here. So it makes all of those things possible. And then the second thing that we just wanted to address, this is just really brief, it's nothing like crazy, but we've just been hearing a little bit of feedback about the Britney Drexel episodes about how the two girls that she went to Myrtle Beach with, you know, a lot of people have a lot of, you know, opinions about them and whatever. We kind of had our own opinion

but I think that people were opinion, but I think that people were taking that like hearing about what that what was going on down there and are now like attacking them personally, like finding them on social media. And we just want to make it very clear. I thought it was clear, but I want to make sure that we say it very clearly in black and white. We do not condone harassing anyone associated with these cases. No, not at all. We don't encourage it. We don't condone it. Opinions are opinions. They're like assholes.

We all got to have one. But we never want, if we say someone's an asshole, that doesn't mean go find them on social media and try to make them come off of social media. We don't want anybody harassing anybody. Yeah, unless it's Myra, Hindleyley and Ian Brady, but they're both dead. So go ahead and harass me. We can take that one right off the table.

If they're still around, then say go find them. But no, we really just wanted to be very clear. We don't harass anyone. It's just not, you know, I think most people listening are like, yeah, we know that. But like, you know, just in case anybody like, just, I, we understand that like emotions run high in these cases. People get angry, we know that. But like, you know, just in case anybody like, just, I, we understand that like emotions run high in these cases.

People get angry, we get angry. Yeah. And you want to just scream at people involved about it, but it's just not a good idea. It's just let it, let it happen. Let these cases take their course. And just, just don't do it. We don't condone it.

We're not cool with it. So we just wanted to say that. And then we just wanted to end our little business portion of this episode on like a real high note. I think Alina almost like shot her pants when I told her what happened. And I almost shot my pants when I saw. So I like, I'm an old. So I don't like YouTube. YouTube is like a little foreign in some ways to me.

Like there's some things on there from like when I was younger, but like it's turned into something totally different. But I love a lot of these true crime channels. I have to search for the word. Like we've talked about Baelis Serian before. Like Kendall Ray. Kendall Ray. And then one that I have been really, really,

really into is Eleanor Neal. And one, I think her accent is the most delightful thing I've ever heard. Like I could listen to her talk about anything. Her broke is wild and amazing. And then she's just, she's just amazing. She's amazing at research, she's really good at presenting and I just loved her. Yeah, I've always been into her and then we just found out that she like shouted us out on her recent episode about the Maddie Clifton case who we talked to Jessica Clifton

We didn't interview with her while back just talking about Maddie talking about the case how it affected her and her family And it was that interview I remember we left it and we were just like Hi because we were like that was so like It was just so satisfying to talk to someone that was like so, I don't know, it just like, I remember we came up and we were like, this is why I wanna do this. Like to talk to real people and like real,

she was just so amazing, she was so sweet, she was so informative, and so honest, and like real and just gracious, and we loved that episode. So when Eleanor Neal just shouted it out on her recent episodes of Mount Maddie Clifton, which I'm telling you, go listen to her channel. For sure.

It was really satisfying because it was like, oh, that was one that really was special to us. That one, I will remember that interview forever. Yeah, so it was just a really big one. So we just wanted to say thanks to Eleanor Neal, and it's so cool that you listen because we're big fans No, so that was like a nice isn't I shot in the arm? I think I think Gen Z would call us mutual Oh Really is that what that mean? Do you know if that's what that means? I have no idea. So spicy. I don't really pay attention to Gen Z

That's nice just alienator a good portion of our listeners right there. That's awesome. That was our palette cleanser. I'm gonna go now. And I'm out. I am a head out. Oh, I love that. All right, well while Drew had out, I'm really kidding, but do stick it around. We got a lot, so this is like a listener tails episode, obviously, and we got a ton of listener tails regarding Willie Picton. Yeah, so I just wanted to read a couple of them

because a couple of them were like, whoa, that's crazy. The whole thing isn't gonna be Willie listener tails, but just to start us off. We just figured we'd start off with them because that was the most recent episodes we've done So I know so this first one that I have is called listener tale when picked in was my neighbor. Oh Wow, imagine living next door to that farm right out of the gate. Just who do you complain to about that noise? Apparently no one because it just kept going

All right, I didn't listen to the Willie pickedicton episode, but I imagine it was rough. Oh, it's exactly what you're picturing. Like picture, what you're picturing. And that's how the pictures of him. Yeah, that's all you need to know. You just need to see a picture of him and then you're like, I get it. Yeah, multiply that by like a thousand.

I totally get it a little closer. So it says, hey, my weirdos, I listen to your podcast at work and love just how you girls just belittled the fuck out of these scum. Thank you Anthony. His name is Anthony, by the way, he said I could say it. So he says, my name is Tony. Hello Tony. Hi Tony. Can I call you Tony? Tony. All right. And yes, you can use my name. See, I told you, because the story I'm going to tell does not physically link anyone to Willie's evil ways. This is going to creep you out, because well, now that I'm 35 and knows so much about the story, it grosses me out. Hello, fellow 35-year-old.

I was going to send you a different listener tale, but because you brought this up to the fellow weirdos, I thought, well, fuck, I might as well tell you this one instead. Let's take you back to the mid 90s, where this guy was just a wee lad. I was about eight years old, my brother who was seven years old, then sometimes had to babysit while my mom had to work nights or decided to go out with my aunt, play bingo. I love that. I con it. Bingo's the best. Or I said seven years old, by the way, seven years older than him. I was wondering why a seven-year-old was babysitting. Sorry, reading is hard on a Sunday, okay? We just got to do it. It's hard on it always. Yes. My dad was usually at a town until the weekend because he was a long haul trucker. Side note, thanks to my weird fascination with serial killers, I always wondered about

my dad, but really, he's too much of a crybaby to be one put at cheating husband. Alright. Well, yeah, he was that. LOL. Anyway, back to my brother. I love that he's just like, casual boon. Uh, well, being young and dumb, my brother had to take me along if he wanted to go out. Sometimes we would ride our bike down the street to this bush boggy area and play around.

We knew this plot of land belonged to, yep, you guessed it right, the Picton family. And they did not like trespassers. We talked about that in the episode. So as we played in the swamp bush, mucky fuck area, catch frogs, and just be kids, but anytime we heard a vehicle, we would duck and hide so that they would not yell at us and chase us off their land. Eventually they sold part of their land to be housed. Well, that didn't stop us from climbing the new mounds of dirt. Yes, now to this day I think women, oh, maybe women were buried there. Oh, man, that's terrifying. One day I was climbing up

this mound with my best, with my brother and his best friend and lo and behold, what do we see driving in this area? A red pickup. That's Willie's car. That's Willie. It was grumpy old Willie. As we try to get off this hill of mud and dirt, my boot gets stuck and I'm trying to pull it out.

All of a sudden my brother says, fuck it, leave it. And I start running with one of my boots in a muddy sock. One of my boots in the hill in a muddy sock. Oh my god. I'm gonna run across the street to where my house is. And then we see Willie slowly drive by and yells at us to stay the fuck off his land. Willie pigs and yells at you. That's scary.

Well years go by, I end up moving to Maple Ridge, which is two towns over. And my brother, who was the troublemaker growing up, started a party with some shady people. I'm stressed. At the Picton Farm, started hanging out with Hell's Angels. We call these type of people hang arounds, which aren't quite prospects, but still did some dirty work for them. I love Canada. That's all I have to say.

We were always aware there's something going on at that farm, but we didn't know it was as bad as it was. And this also was when the Piggy Palace was hopping. Oh, my God. The fact that you were just like around for that? The Piggy Palace. Oh, yeah. Piggy Palace.

That's what I'm talking about. The Piggy Palace Good Time Society. That's what that is. That's what that was. I don't even want to. You don't. So eventually, they caught Willie. Thank fucking God you piece of shit.

And yes, I do believe his brother was involved. So last year, I really got into true crime, especially serial killers. And I went down the rabbit hole of what Willie really did and what happened on that farm. And I clued in one day, oh fuck, my brother was 19, 20 years old, around 1998 and was hanging around with Hell's Angels. So I called him up one day. So it pretty much went down like this. Bro, hey, what's up? Me. Hey man, you remember picked in? Bro, yeah man, LOLY. Me. Well fuck, I just listened to a podcast about him and his fucked up family. Bro, he's like you he says you don't even know the half of it

me dude I just realized you were 19 or 20 around that time did you ever go to the piggy palace bro all the fucking time that's where we would go after the bar close dude shut up me dude holy fuck you know what went down in that place did you see anything bro for how many hangar rounds we're hanging out there, you didn't have a wandering eye. Me, I hope to God you didn't eat the barbecue there. Bro, oh yeah, for sure. Me, I'm like, dude, he grinded the victims into the meat grinder. Bro, meh, you only live once. It was so he ate the barbecue. Did he eat the barbecue he knew? I think he said, oh yeah, for sure. Oh. And then his answer was, man, you only live once.

Ew. Your bro is wild. I was in complete shock. My bro said that. But at this point, what could you do? It's been many years since then. But I did what any good brother would do. I totally read it on him to my mom, LOL.

And no, we never bought meat off them. There were, there meat looked terrible. Anyways, my bro isn't being a shithead anymore, and I still love true crime, even though my neighbor was a prolific serial killer in Canadian history. Anyway, got a lot more scary stories from crime to spiritual, and hopefully you like to hear them. Thanks for the read. Oh, I added a photo to show you where we lived and where he lived. Well, keep it weird, and I'll let Ash do her thing. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you live next sort of a really good thing, and you lose your shoe in his hill.

You lost your shoe in his hill. You lost your, you, you, you. Maybe it was part of the excavation and everything. Your shoe was found. Your shoe may be in an evidence chain somewhere. And he sent a map photo and they were very close. The far-fetched was just looking very close. That's so scary.

Wow, Tony. Tony. Wow, Tony. Tony. And the fact that you just casually add in there that your brother might have eaten the barbecue, like that's, I've actually got to go. Wowzers. Like that's a lot. So I think we have one more Willie Picton-esque listener

tale that I will read to you. This one's a little short, but we're going to go for it. This one's called Picton and Po Compton, a a listener tale maybe? Just finish listening to part two of your podcast. And first of all, I love your take on it. If you could keep my name confidential, it's appreciated. I can do that. You got it. If it's easier, you can call port co-quitlam POCO or Poe Compton, like our locals do. So here's my near-picton experience. At the time, I love that there's like a near-picton experience.

That's something. At the time, and right up until all this shit with Picton was exposed, my boyfriend had friends that rented from Picton. They lived in a house on the Burns Road property. Don't worry, though, they did not smell like barn animals and neither did the house. We used to visit that property frequently to hang out there until his friends had to relocate

because, you know, serial killer landlord. Banana. They even shut the property down to dig up for evidence. Luckily they didn't find anything there. I cringed when I think of all the times I'd pop by later in the evening in the pitch black property on my own, me to my boyfriend there, of course, and would walk from my car alone in the pitch black to the door. Although luckily, I never actually met Willie,

at least to my recollection. I was so young at the time and super naive and oblivious, but it sounds like I'd remember that smell. You would definitely remember that smell. I do recall a time I showed up at the Burns Road property and my boyfriend's friend was in the driveway and says, I'm just heading over to the stables to meet Willie if you want to come see the horses. What?

Mm-hmm. What? What, me? No thanks. Luckily, I was still in the very lovely, dubby stage of my relationship, so I couldn't wait to see my boyfriend. I know Willie popped by the property from time to time, so my boyfriend liked to remind me. You probably sat in the same chair as he did. Shutter.

Ewww. That's it. I'm gonna break here for a shower. There are too many connections to this case when you grow up in the hood of Poe Compton. I love your podcast and your light hearted take on cases. You guys are awesome. And then it says, PS, we have lots of crazy Canadian cases, but you should look into Delen Miller. That dude is fucked. Noted. Well, now I'm gonna look into it.

100%. Because we still have to have one of our favorite Canadians on the podcast, Jordan, from the nighttime podcast. Oh my gosh, yeah. So we're gonna have to pick a case for him to be on. Maybe that's one. We gotta. Wow guys, thank you for sending your near-picked and experiences with us. I know. That reminds me of when my dad, like just casually mentioned,

his connection to John Wayne Gacy. Yes, he just dropped it. As we were eating dinner, he's like, oh, and Ashley, like, what case are you doing? And I was like, oh, we're working on John Wayne Gacy. He's like, oh, yeah, I went to school with one of his victims. And then just like took another bite of his dinner.

And my mom was like, why didn't I know this? And he's like, it's just never come up. He literally said that. He goes, it just never came up. I love it. It's just never come up. Like how it wouldn't come. Like you've just never flat out asked me.

His hometown is 20 minutes away from where John Wayne gays you. Oh my god. And he also has like this connection to a case because he was in the military. And one of his like sergeants or something was on a forensic files episode for, he killed his either wife or a pro-oper. Oh yeah, I remember you saying that. And he has a picture with him

and just like sent it to me one day. Just, just live in. Yeah. Joe is wild. Joe is on it. I have great in loss. I mean, I guess that thing, those things never come up when your family

is just not interested in your life. I was proud. I couldn't say. And then I came along. And I guess that thing, those things never come up when your family is just not interested in true crime. I was gonna say. And then I came along. Like, can you just imagine, like, one day someone's like, I'm mean to ask you guys, does anyone have a connection to John Wayne Bassey? And he's like, I've been waiting years for you to bring this up. It's like, I walk in.

I'm like, does anybody have a true crime connection? Anybody have a listener tale? Pogo the clown. Anybody? Does that ring a bell down anyway? Anybody can chose like, tinging day, I've been waiting! He's like, I smell what you're stepping in and let me tell you something. And it's sitting on this for years, so funny. Wow, yeah, so that's that. Woo, Willie picked him.

And now we're gonna have the year right out of that forever and ever. Yeah, now buy, Willie. Forever. My next listener tale is called Mummy, Who's That Lady? Oh, yeah. No. All right, hey, Lena and Ash, I thought I'd email you a story that happened a few years ago. When I think about it now, it still freaks me out.

Hold on to your butts. So it all started when my marriage broke down. I was living in the south of England with my son and now ex-husband who was serving in the military. As I'm from the north, when we were separated, I decided to move back to Manchester to be closer to family and friends. Myself and little boys set off to try to build a new life. We moved in with my sister for a while until we could find a home to rent. It didn't take long and one came up in the village where I grew up.

Perfect. I knew that area really well and I was close to family and friends and my favorite chippy was across the road You can't beat a northern fish and chip shop. Oh, I feel that. Oh, yeah, I made fish and chips last night. It was delicious It was a little terrace-tow small but big enough for me my two-year-old son Noah and our cat pooh Oh, my god, I was just a poopy, but it's it's poppy That's what you said you would poo and I was like your cat poop in our cat poopy No, our cat pop, which is an equally cute. So really cute. We moved in and started to build our new life.

I got a job and started to find a new normal. I couldn't settle though. You know when you move into a new place and it takes a while to feel at home, well, I never felt comfortable. I never felt at home. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I just had this bad vibe and the cat wasn't happy either.

That's when you know. They always know. When poopiest man. Yeah. But it's bad. She's like, that's not my cat's name. Stop. Whenever she was in the house, she was skittish

and any opportunity she had, she would dart out the door. Oh no, Franklin, does that all the time? No, I don't think we're haunted. Until one day, she just point blank, refused to come back in the house. She started going in the neighbor's house instead. No matter what me in the neighbor tried, she would not come back in. I spoke to the neighbor about it. She was an old lady who had lived on the road forever. I told her about my experience of not feeling comfortable in the house

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Download the app today. Fast forward a few months. My cats moved out to live with the old lady next door, the betrayal. I held her paw while she gave birth, you know. Oh, and my son had his third birthday. He was speaking a whole lot more and could hold and can hold a really good conversation. He's had, uh, he had always been a really light sleeper as a toddler and ended up in my bed at some point in the night. One night like usual, he woke up and got in bed with me. Fine. He lay down and I closed my eyes to go back to sleep.

Well then, he sat himself up and said, Mommy, who's that lady? Oh, no. No. No. I asked what lady? He said, the lady stood at the window. Well, my heart stopped, vomit in my mouth.

I look up at the window and there's no one there. There isn't a lady, Noah. There she is. She stood at the window. Then's no one there. There isn't a lady Noah. There she is. She stood at the window. Then my spooky child started giggling, saying, stop it, lady. Oh my God. I'm not ashamed to admit that I hid under my covers that night. Literally shat the bed. That was the start of it. My son started to speak about this lady quite often. He would see her in other places in the house,

but mostly in my bedroom, which obviously freaked me out massively. I convinced myself that he had an imaginary friend, and I needed to stop being a shit house and embrace my creepy child's new mate. I spoke to friends and family about it, and they were unsettled as I was about the situation, and then they didn't wanna come around my house anymore.

Oh my God, that sucks. About a month after Noah started seeing and speaking to this lady, And then they didn't want to come around my house anymore. Oh my god, that sucks. About a month after Noah started seeing and speaking to this lady, I happened to be leaving the house around the same time as my elderly neighbor. She asked how we were getting on and whether we were feeling more at home. I told her no, and began to reel everything off my little boy had been saying. She started to look a little flustered, like she was having an internal argument with herself.

Then she said, Verity, I really didn't want to tell you this, but in 1993, Dr. Shipman came around your house and killed the lady who lived there. Okay. What? Like, that's like Joe droppin' the John Wayne Gacy thing. It's just like, whoop, I didn't want to tell you this, but laterally.

I didn't want it to land side, but murder. Literally. Wow. Well, my jaw hit the floor. I couldn't But murder. Literally. Wow. Well, my jaw hit the floor. I couldn't believe it. I sat home that night and couldn't actually believe what evil had taken place. I honestly believe that the bad vibes I had felt all that time were because of the horror of the house had witnessed.

I felt so much sadness. Sadness for the victim. I'll post a link to an article about her. My son carried on speaking to the lady for a little while longer and then suddenly it stopped. I don't know why, I don't know whether it was linked, but it seems too much a coincidence. The feeling of unease never left, and we moved out a few years later. I often wonder if whoever lives there now has the same feelings I did. My son is now nine, and can't remember the lady at all. Well, at least I don't think he does. I'm not going to mention it because I know he's not ready to hear that story for a long time.

Well, that's my spooky true crime story. I hope it met expectations. Here's a link to the victim. Love you both, Verity. Wow. That's nuts. At least she was like nice to the kid. Yeah, that's true.

Like he was just like, you crazy lady. That gives me like, she didn't have a body. She was just made about the types. It really does. Yeah, she didn't have a body she was just made about yeah it really does yeah she didn't have a body she was just made on bones have I ever told you that story I've never told you that story oh man really should I tell it are you in for a treat so you know the like place where I point out to you like near her house that I used to live in like above that certain place me trying not to try and get like my location.

You know that place above that place? I was at that place. I got it. Got it? Okay, so wouldn't me and my mom LOL lived there. I would like be upstairs at night by myself. It was like a loft apartment and she would like leave me up there after it was time to go to bed.

And my mom would not come to bed until super late. And I was always terrified. And I would see this lady sitting by the closet and she didn't have a body. She was just made of bones. And she used to like, I think she had a head, right? She had hair. Her face was skeletal, but it was still a face. And she used to say, scary shit to me.

And I don't remember what it was. But like, when you get older, you're gonna have a big tax bill. That's what scared last time. No, I think she was like, I'm gonna eat you right now. Oh, no, no. And I would always get so scared. And actually, I got so scared one night that my mom, I was like, unconsolable or inconsolable

or whatever, and my mom had to call my dad to like, come settle me down. My God. Yeah, and they were divorced. So my dad to come settle me down. My God. Yeah, and they were divorced, so I imagine that what fun that was. So wet in the joy that brought. But yeah, so hopefully our kids someday aren't as creepy as me.

And don't see the women. The amount of ghost shit you've had happened, and I never had anything happen to me. Well, yeah, because you didn't live in like a 19th century farmhouse. Well, my house I grew up in was from the 1800s. And I knew there was definitely some feeling of like spirits, but they like, I feel like they like us.

And like, and the only time like I really had like a ghost encounter is when the ghost and your grandparents' house would fuck with me. Oh yeah. They told me you are. They told me you are. They fuck with you hard. Yeah, I was like laying, like I was laying on ash and like let's not say it like

Very PG way I like heard a whisper and I looked up and it was like clearly not ash and I did I ask you If you said something you could just say something and I was like no No, and then I would like and that's when I would have to leave for work at like 3 a.m Mm-hmm and like I would walk down stairs and I could literally like sometimes I would like feel like something like right next Oh, yeah Like they were like, they were like right up in my face like,

who are you? What are you doing? What the fuck? Why you in our house? So we're like, are you a lesbian? Yeah. Are you one of those lesbians? Get out of here.

Up until this point, we've only had the streets left here. They were from the 1800s, so they're like, what? That's what I'm saying. But no, I think they were very protective over me. I think they were. I moved into. Because I mean, they were. I moved into that house during some very difficult times.

Yes. And I always remember the gosties in that house were always like very chill. Because you and I would, like, when you were younger and I didn't live there yet, like, if Mon Puppa went somewhere, you would stay alone. I would stay alone, yeah. And then when you moved out and I lived there,

and Mon Puppa would go on vacation, I would watch the house. Yeah, and I remember I there was always one Like this weird whiff of perfume Yes, go buy a lot in that house and it was when I was feeling like creeped out and I'd be like Oh, I don't know and then all of a sudden I get a waft of perfume and it would calm you down So I feel like it was like one of the ghosts being like it's like here's some Chanel number five Sproot or when your grandparents were away and I feel like it was like one of the ghosts being like it's like here's some Chanel number five Sproot or when uh your grandparents were away and I was like I don't want to stay here It creeps me out like being here alone. I don't want to be here. There are ghosts here And as I said there were ghosts here like the leaf. Oh, yeah

He fell and I was like we're out of here. We are out of here It sounds like a lot less dramatic than it was, but we were literally arguing. He was like, I'm not staying here. And I was like, it's fine. I literally live here. Like, nothing is wrong. Like, yeah, there goes, but like whatever. As I'm being like, it's fine

and like, underplaying the entire situation. Not only did the alie fall, I think it was like books or something fell off the table. And I was like, okay, thanks a lot, guys. And she's like, all right. Because at that point, we were commuting an hour or like, okay, thanks a lot, guys. And she was like, all right. Because at that point, we were commuting an hour, like, over an hour to see each other.

So we had to go drive an hour to his house to stay. And I was like, are you fucking kidding me? Thanks a lot, guys. I remember my mom was so unimpressed. When we showed up, she was like, really? She was like, yeah, leaf fell? Yeah. That's crazy.

Me and Donna really vibed together that night. I was like, yeah, leaf fell. Yeah. That's crazy. Me and Donna really vibe together that night. I was like, your kid is extra. Donna's like, you should go on one of those ghost hunting show. That's compelling evidence. Donna has this way of just going really, like, just like that. That's exactly what she said.

I love it. Well, listen to Taylor's ghosty. She's ghosty. This is a fun listener tale since because it's like a it's a mishmash show. Yeah, a mishmash of Willie Picton, other people's ghost stories, and our early paranormal relationship. Well, then I can bring you a pretty fucking terrible murder, which also was written by somebody who has a band that you should check out because I just listened to it. And I was like, whoa, Oh yeah, we were trying to decide like who your band reminded us of and we said

the used mixed with the story so far. Yeah, it's like it brings very like early ought's punk realness to make like the nostalgia really came bubbling back and I love it. Yeah, you guys are really talented. You are. So I know I'll tell you who they are. So you can go listen. So this is called Listener Tales. Samoyed Delivery Driver, Murderer, Piece of Shit. All right. So just in case you were about to press go on your door to ash, wait one second, no one's gonna let me.

Um, sup y'all fucking weirdos. My name is Chris. I work in apartment industry in Texas. Get ready to say y'all a lot. Y'all a lot. And I'm currently writing this while in an apartment where a lady's throat was slashed while her boyfriend was on a meth-bind rage.

But that's another story to write later. So this isn't even about that one. What? This isn't even about that one. I need that one as well, please, Craig. That's right. He's bringing it already. My wife showed me your podcast and I've been hooked ever since.

I love that. I wanted to share something that happened around five years ago. Seven years ago, I was dating a girl named Heather Maples. We dated on and off for two years, and in 2015, while we weren't together, we spent a weekend together, and we're talking about the possibility of getting back together. She had moved to Tennessee and was working as a leasing agent for an apartment complex. The weekend after we spent together, I received a text around 2am, where she was asking about some song. I told her which song it was and fell back to sleep without receiving a response back from her.

I went on with my day at work the next day when I received a call from a friend telling me to check social media. When I logged on, I saw that Heather had been brutally murdered around 2 or 3 a.m. My job obviously dropped to the fucking floor and the next week or so was a complete blur of talking to detectives. I was one of the last one in communication with her in morning. They finally arrested the scum human about a week later and details started coming out. This dude was a delivery driver and reportedly had delivered to her previously, and I'm not sure if he became obsessed with her or what, but he broke into her apartment, raped

and strangled her. She died from blunt force trauma. I've attached an article with a few more details. Apparently, I wasn't the only guy she had been talking to. During the trial, it came to a light that he recorded the attack on her with his cell phone. What the fuck? Regardless of what activity she was engaging in, this still fucked me up pretty bad for about a year until I got together with my beautiful and amazing wife. Anyways, there's my story and I got to get the hell out of this murder apartment.

Too many spooky vibes going on. Y'all stay weird, but not so weird. You let a sandwich delivery guy break into your apartment. PS, y'all can use my name, and y'all can also check out my band. His band, Chris' band, is Keepsake, and you can find them on Spotify. And they really, if you like that, like, I feel like when you go to it, you're going to know exactly what I'm talking about. It's like a really good vibe to it.

It's very, it really reminds me a lot of the stories so far. It gave me like, it like brought me back. And I was gonna say in high school, that was one of my favorite bands. Yeah. I got kicked in a face, in the face at their show. There you go. Yeah.

Well Chris, that's like really sad and I'm so sorry that that happened to you because that is way too close to home. So, wow. Seriously. And thank you for sharing it with us though. Also can you send us about your scary apartment? Yeah, please send the second listener tale, please.

Yes, the second listener tale. And it also, his like spooky apartment vibe reminded me of that case that you did in New Orleans. Addy and Zach. Yes, yeah, they reminded me of that. I know, it does have the same kind of vibes to it. We love a spooky apartment except not at all. I love that my apartment was built in 2016. Yeah. It could be a Brittany bitch ghost. Yes. Which one should I read next? Do

you picked most of these? Should I? You want to do kinky bathroom ghost? Yeah. So I shouldn't do kinky bathroom ghost is what you're telling me? You know what? You can do kinky bad. How bad is that moaning, Mertle? Is that? We hope. One can only hope moaning, Mertle, is the creepiest. She is the kinky bad, there we go. Did I just say the crimp? Did I say the kinky history, the creepiest?

In a way, she's the kinkyest. OK, well, this one says, I have a random history of hearing and seeing things I can't explain, but I've never shared any of my experiences with others. They're small things. Sitting on a swing in my backyard and seeing a blurry, misty figure walking between pine trees, or sitting at my dorm desk and hearing a deep whisper repeating my name. The story I'm sharing is from nine years ago when I was 23 and living in Oshkosh.

Oshkosh Bhagosh. Nothing lovingly known as Schloshkosh. Schloshkosh. Oh, yeah. Nothing lovingly known as slash claw slash Yeah, slash gosh, Wisconsin. I'm not. I'm a car.

Me and my, no, my god, I'm, I'm going to reset. My then boyfriend and I lived on the second floor of an neglected college student apartment building. When I say this place should not have been legal, I mean, our smoke detectors dangled open with wires hanging loose. Our freezer kept warm, you, their freezer kept warm with a layer of mold. And the kitchen roof pissed gallons of melted snow over the orange linoleum every other week. Delicious. Why? The bathroom was off the living room and triggered my claustrophobia every

day. Creaking shut that tall, old, one- wooden door closed only with a forceful pull from the inside. The only lock was a silver hook through an-oh, I hate that. A silver hook through an eye at tit level. On a lazy night. When my boyfriend was on the couch watching TV, I went in the bathroom, pulled the crooked door shut, and secured the hook latch. I know I locked it because as I did, I thought this is stupid. The only person here is ass face, not his real name,

and he's not coming in. And I'm bathroom, but I'm bathroom shy, and I wanted the security of the sophisticated lock of provide. I was on the toilet contemplating important Wisconsin dilemmas like, do rats go better with monster or cheddar cheese when the door opened a third of the way, just enough for me to see out in the living room and shit myself.

Good thing you were already on the train. I could see ass face still sitting across the room on the couch and no other people were in the apartment. The door opens into the living room so it's not like my ninja cats could have pushed it open to visit their mommy while she peed. I shot up, pants around my ankles, and yanked the door shut as hard as possible. There was no way it could have opened on its own. Even without the lock, it takes muscles to move it from the frame. I slept that night with my phone flashlight on, and for the rest of our lease, I was high alert on whatever kinky spirit haunted the building. I haven't had an unexplainable experience since, although I now live in a house where the previous owner died.

So I'm holding onto my butt for whatever comes up next. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you live with a ghost with no boundaries. Kills your smoke detectors and haunts your bathroom. And that's from Sarah. That's from Sarah. Are you gonna read her other one? I'll read her.

Sarah sent us two double space in PDFs, which is just great. Because Sarah knows what the fuck is up, but she knows that I can barely read double space does is, but it was just really great. So we appreciate that, Sarah. And that was the kinky ghost. And she also has one called the Green Man.

All right. I moved to Belleville, Wisconsin in 1994 when I was six. And first heard about the Green man when I was a teenager. Bellville is a town of 2,300 nestled between cornfields with no stoplights. Main street has four bars. We have a parade every year to honor UFOs and aliens. I can't hear.

Our grocery store has changed names at least three times in the past 15 years. You know you're a pre-Y2K resident when you know what old gyms is or crawled your way out of the shed after one too many shots of blue raspberry UV cranked your teenage stuff. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Brought me back. My family lived in town until I turned 13 and we bought a lot, we bought a lot in a wheat field two miles away from the nearest soccer field. Moving from having neighbors behind and on both sides of us to being isolated in the country, serenaded by coyotes every night, was freaky. Our living room had tall windows stacked on each other to reach the 15-foot high ceiling. Wow. My parents didn't get blinds in them for a few years, so I spent nights huddled alone in the couch under a heavy blanket blanket holding the remote as both the tool and a weapon as the darkness Stared back at me. That's terrifying. What I got out of that was if you celebrate Christmas You could have had the most baller-foules of the huge history the green man not the Christmas tree. No the green man

Supposedly he was a man released from prison after serving time for something violent His house was out on Highway 92 hugged in the curve of the road by a healthy wall of pine trees blocking its twisted frame from view. His name came from the paint he used on his skin when he went out hunting. More than one friend told me stories of how he crept through their backyards, climbed into their back porches, and tapped his machete against their windows. Goodbye. Others spoke of him walking through cornfields to step out on a desolate road looking for someone to cut.

There are no street lights in the country and stop signs provide perfect chances for a person or deer to pounce on the newly licensed victims. Although I spent years terrified to look out my windows at night, the only time I saw what could have been Greenman was during my junior year when I was on a midnight drive with two friends. That's when it all happens. Those are the best. After dropping one girlfriend off at her house, a majestic cabin on a hill, you could get into only by driving on miles of two curvy wooded roads. My other friend and I sang loudly to our Fallout Boy CD as I drove back to town.

Wow, I pulled up to an intersection and stopped to check for cars. There were no lights, only half dead corn waiting for harvest. I looked left, then right, and screamed when I saw a man standing on the shoulder of the road, heels kissing the grass as he stared at us. You are a great writer, by the way. Yes, she is.

Hey there, fellow podcast listener, it's Elena. And Ash! 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.

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or Wondery app. Darn, ee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near-near Six Mazda, so it pushed ahead. I looked forward while my friend turned around to stare at the man, saying that he was still watching us, stepping into the road and turning his body towards my car. We were terrified and actually really lucky. My car had engine problems back then. Oh my God. And then not, whenever I would come to a complete stop, the engine would shut off and I'd have to put it into park,

remove the key, then start it back up again, hoping the sputter would turn into a hum. Oh my God, that was so many cars that I drove in in high school. I was gonna see all my friends cars, all of my cars. That was my Saturn. Yeah, I don't know why it didn't happen that night at the stop sign. I do know that 16 years later I have a fear of dark nights and roads. I drive by the Greenman's old house weekly to visit family. It's been listed for sale, but never purchased,

adding to its mystery. It doesn't look like anyone could be living there, but I'm not about to go knock on the door to check. Thank you for reading my small town tale. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you drive by a dying car, you drive a dying car at midnight and almost get murdered by a field wandering maniac who wears his favorite color like a creepy badge of crazy. Ooh, his house is spooky.

But the length is beautiful. And it's this little creepy house. The courtesy of a zillo listing. Well done with the crediting there. Wow, Sarah, that's bonkers. You're an amazing writer, first of all, and your life is hilarious. And I love it. I love that so much.

Imagine if you were just driving in the middle of the night and that happened to you. And everybody has that like one thing in their town like that one crazy dude that is like legends. Okay one time in high school. You're like oh I got one. Me and my friends went and we drove down this like dead end but we didn't know it was a dead end. It was like on because I grew up like on the Assetbit River and like We were trying to get to the river and we drove down this dead end turned around and when we were coming back There was a guy standing in the middle of the road Like literally just standing in the middle road so like just blocking us and like I like

Creeped up and like he started screaming at us because apparently I was going too fast Oh, sweetie. Let me pop in here to say that was it's not apparently you definitely were going like 50 In like in a 30 according to some circle drew never things that he's driving too fast You know the road on your house where you're supposed to Like 20 yes, it was probably like 40 the other day. I was like dude. What are you doing? So so it's debated whether you were going too fast And afterwards I was with like my best friend whose dad was a police officer in our town and we called him and he's like Yeah, that that guy's crazy

Yeah, you're dumb. He's like oh you guys are stupid you're lucky you're alive. That kind of murders people on the regular we just let it happen. We actually avoid those parts ourselves. Oh my god I love it. That's amazing. That we had won in our town but he used to just like get really mad and he would like hit your car with a shovel. He would come running out of the back of his house and like hit your car with a shovel. Yeah you guys you guys used to like go around there. We never did. I don't know if he passed away before I got into high school though.

No, no, no. We never went there. Yeah, he was, he was a scary dude. Yeah, the kids are the worst. Yeah, that's very true. Uh, what when should I read next? I could read. Okay, I'm going to read the Nottingham Castle one.

I'm excited for this one. I am so excited. Let me just pull it up here. Oh, and'm gonna read the Nottingham Castle one. I'm excited for this one. I am so excited! Let me just pull it up here. Oh, and we got another PDF. Oh, hey ladies. My name is Louise and I'm here to tell you some tales about history. Well, some of it. And of Nottingham Castle in England, and ah, sorry about the length. Never be sorry. Never. We love a lengthy listener tale. We do. First, I'll tell you how we started. Notting him began in the 6th century. We are in, we be in old acidity. It was a small settlement known as Snotta Inga Ham. Yep, Snot. So let me explain. Snotta Inga Ham? Snotta Inga Ham. Yep, Snot. Love that.

So let me explain. The word ham means or at least meant village. Inga meant belonging to, and Snotta was a man, probably the chief of the village. So the name just meant the village owned by snotta. Over time we dropped the s and there you have it, nodding ham. When Denmark conquered Northeast and Eastern England in the late 9th century, I think that means Viking dudes

and my DNA is 50% Scandinavian and my family has been nowhere near that place So I'm a say I'm a legit Viking. Hey, oh, hey, oh Nottingham became a fortified settlement the town grew after the Norman conquest That's the French and in 1067 William the Conqueror built a wooden castle there and this is still the site of that castle today Now Nottingham Castle is no longer a castle. It's a Dukeow mansion built in the 1670s. It has an interesting history looking to it. There have been Siege's Boars murders, it's been burned down and rebuilt. Honestly, it's fascinating if you like that kind of thing. So I don't know how much you guys know about royalty, especially in history, but let me tell you,

they be some of the most whiny, over-privileged, self-serving fox that you have ever, that have ever existed. I love this. You want to take over and read that? I'll take over. Here's one horrific example of that. Hold on to your tits, girls. The shit be disturbing. In 1212, a Welsh prince was causing King John the first a little trouble. I mean, he probably just didn't like the shitty rule of this English fuck face, but who knows? In some effort to bring this prince back under his control, shitty King John held 28 boys, ages 12 to 14,

hostage at Nottingham Castle. This was quite common back then. They were generally treated well and raised in a way that made them have some loyalty to their parents' enemy. Think Theon Greyjoy living with the Starks, it's that kind of sitch. You just made me understand that. I got it.

He was your faith. I know, and then recap, and then recap. Poor thing. I have no idea what you're talking about. That's because you haven't started it yet, but we're gonna do the same. You will, I think we're gonna do it this week. I can't pet you right now, but I'm pantomime and going,

you will, you will. You will. These boys were the children of Welsh nobleman. And I guess this privileged arse thought holding the kids' hostages would keep the Welsh prince in check. This was not the case. The prince revolted again and King John decided to execute their children as punishment. Oh, okay.

Yep, this piece of shit hung all 28 of these children by tying a rope around their neck and having them thrown over the castle wall. Jesus! And then she says, taken from a short story of nodding him castle, a chronicleer states that the built boy's pitiful cries rang around the castle as one after the other, they were taken up on the ramparts and hanged in a row. The boy's being taken from their play, some screaming, others pleading in vain for mercy and hanged on a row. The boys being taken from their play, some screaming, others pleading in vain for mercy, and hanged on the castle walls.

Seriously, what was wrong with people in this day and age? This wall still stands. What? Why wouldn't they just knock it down? Because they'd have to knock everything down. Knock everything down. Bad shit happened on everything. It's also said that rather than have the boys buried,

they were left to rot hanging on the wall, and now people still hear the boys pleading for their lives. Yeah, tear it down. Just one more note to show what an utter King John the first was. Here's another quote about some other shit he did done. He did done. A clerk of the at, oh, I don't know what that word is. A sweatshirt. A sweatshirt. A clerk of the S. Shack her, jaffery by name. On small suspicion was thrown into a dungeon at noddingham castle and they're done to death.

He closed him in lead and so by depriving him of El- El-Air, bereft to, okay, I get it. It's in like Old English, that's why I can read. He closed him in lead and so by depriving him of all air, bereft him of his life with all. Let me translate that Old English speech. They lay lead on his chest until they crushed his lungs. Oh shit! I did not gather that. That's insane! They guiles quarried him.

They did! Wow. But those poor boys are not the only ghosties in and around the castle. Possibly the most well-known ghost story is that of Mortimer's Hole. Now ladies. Now ladies pull your minds out of that gutter.

Mortimer's Hole is a cave. Nothing else. Oh, that's what I was thinking. Nottingham is full of caves. We're a city built on sandstone, which is very easy to dig into. Nottingham Castle sits on caves, where a city built on sandstone, which is very easy to dig into. Nottingham Castle sits on top of a massive sandstone outcrop. Castle Rock, we be good at names.

Castle Rock. It has a network of tunnels leading up and into the castle. There are some grisly happenings in here too, sorry for the length. The story begins with King Edward II, yet another shipbag on popular King who ruled England for 20 years between Edward II's son of Edward I became heir apparent. Following the death of his elder brother Alfonso, dude we could have had a King called Freaking Alfonso. Edward ascended to the throne after his father's death, because you know that's how that works. His troubled reign was in no small way caused by his relationship with a member of his personnel household, Peer's Gaviston. Gaviston had been introduced to court by Edward's father, but he was later

banished in exile because he was, quote, unquote, a bad influence on Prince Edward. Now let me tell you why this is bullshit. Gaviston was unpopular, sure, but he was not in my opinion about influence. There's a lot of evidence that Prince Edward and Gaviston were actually lovers. I wonder if that's what it was. And that was the reason King Edward I didn't like their relationship. When Edward II became King, he recalled the man he loved to court, where Gaviston's power and influence over the King was resented by the barons, because jealousy. The barons hated this dude so much. They forced the king to exile him again.

But instead, he made Gavaston lord lieutenant of Ireland, so he could still see him. Wow! In 1308, Edward married Isabella France, daughter of King Philip the... Shit, what is that number? I'm gonna say five, but I don't know I be IV four. I thought okay Awesome, there you go. Thank you Drew. I don't know my Roman numerals. I check out on Google There you go Edward heard Isabella France daughter of King Philip the fifth No, sorry fourth. That was my fault.

To give you an idea of Isabella's rep, her nickname was the she wolf of France. What? It is a she wolf in your country. What a bad, snick name. That's iconic. I'm screaming. Sorry, I just like threw my foot into the microphone. And whatever her husband's relationship with Gavaston was, she grew to hate him.

And soon enough, she did her job and popped out a kiddo. Future King Edward III. G, another Edward, the imagination of these fuckers. This brought the couple together for a while, but soon Gavastin was back in the picture, and the Queen and the Barons were not impressed. Now Gavastin had been killing it as Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. Yeah, no clue what the Lord of the Zinnin is either, sorry. So Edward convinced the Barons to allow Gavaston back into England. But once again, they could not stand Gavaston in Edward's relationship, and they took action against him bringing the country to the brink of civil war.

The Peerage and Clergy served the King and Ordinance, which restricted his powers, and they added an addendum to the Ordinance, which was the exile upon pain of death of Pierre's Gaviston. Oh, okay. You guys suck. Not you talking, but like these people. But like the lonely lover he was that dude came on back, but this time, Thomas of Lancaster and Guy de Boatchamp, Earl of Warwick, hunted him down and put him to death by sword.

So yeah, poor Gaviston was stabbed to death on June 12th, 1312. Don't worry, I'm getting to the ghost, honest, but context here is important. Honestly, I'm loving this. So not only was the king devastated by the death of his friend and lover, he was also losing the war with Scotland and had just lost the battle of Bunnockburn to Robert the Bruce. While I may be English, whoop whoop bobo. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Bad times Edward.

No, I don't know what you know about English in Scottish geography, but apparently the Scots beating the English in Sterling meant that Queen Isabella had to flee York to Nottingham. Sterling is 225 miles from York, and York is 93 miles from Nottingham. So honestly, not sure what difference that extra 90 miles would make to the marauding hoard that had actually traveled over 200 miles, but hey, royalty. Apparently it's because Nottingham Castle was a very strong fortress. This is where we meet our main man, Roger Mortimer, who would soon give his name to a hole.

Roger De Mortimer. Lord of Wigmore, Third Baron Mortimer, First Earl of March, Fuck Me, names were complicated back then, was born in 1287 and was of royal blood. A second cousin twice removed of King Edward II, and fourth cousin once removed of Queen Isabella, go insist. And also an ancestor of Tinsley Mortimer. That's all I have to give you.

Ash has much to offer in this. I love history. I just love that little parenthetical there that says, go incest. Like most of the barons and nobles Mortimer had been one of the men who opposed Edwards relationship with Gaviston. But this doesn't mean to have affected his relationship with the King. He was even made Lord Lieutenant of Ireland after Gaviston's murder. Around this time there was some kerfluffle among the Rural that word. Loyal to the King. And those who thought it was an utter

tit. I love like British slang. During this time as the King reestablished Royal authority, there were some minor skirmishes and Mortimer was arrested and imprisoned in the Tower of London. Oh, that's no good. We know that. This dude is not executed but condemned to life in prison. This turned out to be a mistake on the King's part and would lead to his downfall. After two years Mortimer managed to escape and fled to France. This was the beginning of the end for good old King Edward II. His marriage was in the shitter, his kingdom was in ruin, and internationally politics was just against him.

So they sent Isabella to France with their son, the future king, on some diplomatic mission. And this is where she met and fell in love with Roger Mortimer. Yeah, the queen was having an affair and they plotted against the king of England. They invaded England if a queen can actually invade the country she rules. And Edward and his supporters were taken by surprise. The king was captured near...currfully...curefully? Carefully? Carefully? Carefully. That be...oh, okay, that be in Wales, they said. While trying to escape to Ireland and imprisoned in Kenowall castle, Kenoworth castle, sorry. Edward was forced to abdicate and his son, you know it, Edward, became King Edward III of England.

Now Edward, this new Edward, was only a child and so needed a regent. That's like a responsible adult who actually makes the decisions. And his regent was his mom, King Isabella, who was guided in no small part by her lover Mortimer. He said King Isabella. King Isabella, she might as well have been. She basically was. She says she is.

Mortimer needed the old King gone, because he would probably raise an army and claim the country again. And soon the old King died of natural causes. Quote unquote. Well being kept at Berkeley Castle. Later we find out it was far far from natural and this man died a horrendous and painful death. Hold onto your butts, the chronicle of Jeffrey LeBaker states, he was held in a cell above the rotting corpses of animals and an attempt

to kill him indirectly. What? What? What? Just with like, ennastiness and infection and grossness. Just with strength. But Edward was extremely strong, fit, and healthy, and survived this treatment, ooh. Until on the night of September 21st, 1327, he was held down in a red hot poker, pushed into his anus through a drenching horn.

His screams could be heard for miles around. I think I just heard his screams. I can still hear his screams. I heard it. Over here. Oh, yay. Oh. Apparently this was done so there would be no suspicious marks on his body.

Fun times. Fuck that. They're like, oh look, just a couple of hemorrhoids. No big deal. Just a, fuck that. They're like, oh look, just a couple of hemorrhoids. No big deal. Just a burnt anus. Oh, on it. Mortimer was now acting like he was king. And soon his controlling of the king

and his shitty running of the country began to split the realm into fractions, those who supported Mortimer and those who supported the king. After a few years, Edward planned a coup against Mortimer and his mother Isabella, he gathered a group of 20 or so young men who he made nights and looked for the best time to surprise Mortimer. His chance came along when Mortimer, who is now a paranoid fecker, called Parliament, to attain a tent him at Nottingham where he was safely ensconced with Isabella and the

castle. One of the country's most comfortable and secure role residences. And this, my dudes, is where we get Mortimer's whole. What happened next was obviously planned. Those twenty nights close to the king were shown into the castle via a secret underground passage, leading up through the rock. Someone at the top, possibly Edward himself, unlocked the door inside the castle and let the knights in.

These knights ended up fighting with Mortimer and some of his followers. One was killed and a terrified bishop was caught trying to escape through a privy shaft. Yep, the dude full-on tried to escape via the poop shoot. Mortimer was arrested and the Dowager queen placed under armed guard. They bound Mortimer and took him back and down into the tunnel. All of that leads to just two ghosts. Ha ha. So in the castle you hear shuffling footsteps that were accredited to a bound Mortimer, and you often hear a woman crying out for Mortimer's life. Fair sun have pity on the gentle Mortimer. Aw, sweet. So all of that word vomit was just a few ghosts, but I think it's a fascinating tale of a very brutal time. Wowie. That was like, that was the Anna's, Louise, thank you for the history lesson. Louise, girl.

Yeah, shit. That was awesome. I want to feel like, could that just be an episode all by itself? That was awesome. That was very you. That was so fun. Yeah, that was like very like, prints in the tower. Yeah.

That's fun. Like medieval torture episode, stunning. Yeah, that was like very like prints in the tower. Yeah, that's fun. Like medieval torture episode, stunning. Yeah, so much fun, the best. So fun, guys. Well, everybody, that was our listener tails episode with myman. You guys rock. Woo! Well, guys, we hope you keep listening.

And you know what, if you have listener tails, make sure you send them to morbid podcast at gmail.com with the Subject line listener tails and then something really funny Yeah, and we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it Do you want to do the not so Sure You have to wrap them all up into one. Okay. But you can do it.

You gotta say it's so fast. Okay. But not, I don't know. All right. But not so weird that you can live in, was that in Scotland? Yeah. Okay. There was some Scotland in there.

Not so weird. Anyways, but not so weird. I have to gather myself. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have to gather myself. Okay. Okay, now right there. Oh, you gave me your brain works.

That's not. Okay, ready? But that's a weird that you love the next door to Billy picked it because that would be crazy. Not so weird that you leave your boot and Willie picked and it's like, yucky, yucky thing. Not so weird that your child's like, money, who's that lady?

Like, can we go talk to her? Oh my God, lady, you're so funny. Definitely not so weird that you go to nodding him castle. I'm just gonna leave it at that because that was wild. Not so weird that you child's like, money who's that lady? Like, can we go talk to her? Oh my god, lady, you're so funny. Definitely not so weird that you go to Nottingham Castle. I'm just gonna leave it at that, because that was wild. Not so weird that you have a kinky bathroom ghost. And not so weird that you're banned. It's super cool, but your experience was not.

And I think that's it. Not so weird that you see the green man. Just chilling. Oh yeah, not so weird that that happens to you. And yeah, so with that being said, bye. Thanks guys. Love you, Mina. Bye.

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