Morbid - The Horrifying Crimes of Dellen Millard and Mark Smich

Episode Date: January 30, 2023

Dellen Millard and Mark Smich are two of the world's biggest fuck boys, and unfortunately cold-blooded killers. Dellen, better known as "Dell", had everything in his life served to him on a silver platter and never bothered to finish much of anything. Mark Smich lived a life carrying out petty thefts and selling single cigarettes outside of a high school he no longer went to. The two of these assholes crossed paths due to some catastrophe in the stars and decided that they wanted to steal a truck. Their plan of doing so would lead to murder and an investigation that would uncover several other mysterious deaths.Thank you to the vivacious David White for research assistanceReferencesAlamenciak, Tim. 2013. "Shocking Twist in Kidnap Mystery." Toronto Star, May 12.BBC News. 2018. Dellen Millard killed father as he slept and inherited millions. September 24. Accessed January 4, 2023. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-45632106.Brocklehurst, Ann. 2016. Dark Ambition: The Shocking Crime of Dellen Millard & Mark Smich. Toronto, ON: Viking.Casey, Liam. 2019. "Serial killer Dellen Millard appeals conviction and sentence for father's murder." CBC News, January 22.—. 2018. "Wayne Millard Was 'Very Happy' in the Weeks Before His Death, Trial Hears." Globe and Mail, June 18.Clairmont, Susan. 2013. "Police Probe Millard Links to Other Cases." Guelph Mercury, May 18.—. 2022. "Killers Could Get Earlier Parole Eligibility." The Spectator, November 26.—. 2013. "Smich Cowers in Court Before Justice of Peace." The Spectator, May 24.Crib Foreign, Robert, Liam Casey, and Jennifer Pagliaro. 2013. "Jailhouse Interview: Dellen Millard Says He Didn't Kill Tim." London Community News, December 2013.Hayes, Molly. 2013. "Tim Bosma was a 'Hard-Working Country Boy'." Guelph Mercury, May 15.—. 2013. "Search Extends to Waterloo Farm." The Spectator, May 14.—. 2013. "Timothy Bosma Put His Pickup Truck Up for Sale on Two Different Website." The Spectator, May 9.Leitner, Richard. 2013. "Bosma Suspect's 'Ambition' Tattoo Unique: Police." Flamborough Review, May 10.London Community News. 2013. "Have You Seen Tim Bosma?" London Community News, May 8.Magi, Kim. 2013. "Tim Bosma Search: Police Arrest Man in Mississauga." Mississauga News, May 11.Metroland Media. 2013. "'I Am Broken Because Part of Me is Gone'." Brant News, May 15.Peterborough Examiner. 2018. "Courtroom Erupts with Cheers after Millard, Smich Sentenced for Babcock Murder." Peterborough Examiner, February 26. Cowritten by Alaina Urquhart, Ash Kelley & Dave White (Since 10/2022)Produced & Edited by Mikie Sirois (Since 2023)Research by Dave White (Since 10/2022), Alaina Urquhart & Ash KelleyListener Correspondence & Collaboration by Debra LallyListener Tale Video Edited by Aidan McElman (Since 6/2025) Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm Elena. And this is a mini morbid. It's so little. We both tiny small. So tiny small. Mini, mini, mini, mini, mini, mini, mini, mini, mini morbid. Mini morbid, mini morbid, mini morbid, mini morbid.

And it's kind of brought to you, by you for you, but also by Elena. Yeah, because. It's a nice little mix. This week for the mini episode, I tell them? Yeah, you can tell them. We're going to be talking about, General Alina, sleep paralysis. So here's how it's going to go. I'm going to set up straight. She sure is. Sorry. Elena is going to read you a lot of research that she did about sleep paralysis, and I'm going to read you emails that I've researched from our Gmail folder, where you share your sleep paralysis

the stories with us. And I also have some emails that I picked out. Because she does it all. I do. I do it all. No, I'm totally kidding. Why are your pants up so high? I don't know because it's comfortable.

I'm tired. I just looked over and she's like steve-verkeling the shit out of life over there. I am like Steve Berkle right now. Oh, God. I'm not holding this far enough away from my fucking voice. Deal with it. So yeah, sleep paralysis, guys. We asked you last week, no, a few weeks ago, a couple weeks ago.

So in another time, another space in time, we asked you to send in your sleep paralysis stories. You guys did not disappoint. This will not be the only time we read these. We're going to throw them into the regular listener episodes too because there's so many and they're so good. They're awesome. But we just picked a few to go along with the research tonight. So yippy, we want to thank you for sending them in. Why don't we start?

Okay. So sleep paralysis is something that you either you can experience it once or you can be someone who experiences it on the reg. I happen to be one of the unfortunate folks who experiences it on the reg. I had a recovered memory, did you? I have experienced sleep paralysis two times. Whoa. Look at that. I'll tell you about it later.

I get it like monthly. Like I get it like a lot. And I used to get it a lot more when we lived in our old apartment with a ton of roommates. I don't know why that would be. So what sleep paralysis is is it basically has to do with there's two types of sleep that we all hopefully get through during one night of slumber. I doubt that you do. You don't sleep. Not good.

Oh, I sleep great when I sleep. You don't sleep long enough. No, I don't sleep long enough. But you know what? I'm one of those lucky people that when I place my head on the pillow, Yeah, me too. Boom. Out. Like, there's no, I don't sit there and worry about the world's problems or anything like a lot of people do. Nope, I just go to sleep.

I experienced that this week because Homegirl put her head on the pillow and started snoring like a damn man. Like a damn man. I couldn't. Because men, a bear. A hibernating bear? There you were snoring something awful. I know, I'm a snorer. I admit it. And your eye looked over and your mouth was like, oh yeah. Like if that whole thing in Frozen when, when Anna wakes up and her hair is literally like in a whole other dimension and she's got drool coming out of her mouth and her mouth is wide

open. Every time that comes on the screen, John goes, there's mama to the girls. And it literally is me. So what you have is you have REM sleep and you have non-REM sleep. Oakhir. When you first go to sleep, you fall into N1 stage. of non-REM sleep. And that's not when your eyes are rapidly moving. No, we'll get to that. Cool. This stage normally is like five to ten minutes. It's light sleep. Very light sleep. You can

be easily roused from this sleep. Which is always the fucking worst. Yeah, it's no good. This is when your heart breathing and muscle movement slow a little bit. They relax. And your eye movement also relaxes. Okay. Not rapidly darting back and forth. Brain waves and activity slow and temperature goes down. This is when that falling thing can happen that you get jerked out of sleep. We were just talking about this with my mother-in-law. They're called hypnic jerks. Hippnick jerks. I'm going to start calling people hip-knit jerks. You roused me out of N1 non-R-EM sleep. You hypnick jerk. You hypnick jerk. This is when like I'm sure everybody has felt it. I fucking hate these things. The feeling of like free falling. When all of a sudden you feel like you're falling and you shoot yourself awake and your heart is

beating like crazy and you're like fuck like it's one of those things that you're like god damn it yeah uh i hate those fuck um so then there is n2 non-rem sleep stage in that lasts about 10 to 25 minutes everything relaxes again um and slows even further eye movement completely stops it's still considered light sleep then you're going to move into n3 stage of non-rem sleep last about 20 to 40 minutes this is deep this is a deep sleep This is the sleep you need to actually function like a human being the next day. Like when you've hit this sleep, this is the good, like, restored. This is the good place.

This is the good place. Everything is in deep sleep and recharge mode here. So you are sleeping fucking hard during this sleep. Your heart rate, your breathing slows to their lowest levels that you get to during sleep, but like safe levels. Sure, sure. Your blood pressure, your body temperature, your heart rate, and your muscle activity. decreases a ton and there's no eye movement during this. That's spooky. Now this is when nightmares, night terrors, sleepwalking, sleep talking, that's when this starts to happen. Nightmare, nightmare,

nightmare. Exactly. You aren't paralyzed, but muscle activity is certainly not like when you're awake and alert. Okay. So this is when like you'll be having a nightmare and you'll see someone like start moving and twitching and stuff because your muscles aren't paralyzed yet. So you're kind of acting out your dreams, but not fully. Huh. Yeah. So the next one is true REM sleep. This is when you're not going to see people jerking and shit.

That's that good, good. That's that good, good. It typically happens about 90 minutes after falling into N1 non-REM sleep. The cycles of REM sleep increase in length throughout the night, but the first one is usually only for like 10 minutes. Okay. Because again, remember, you're not just going through these like N1, N2, N3, REM, and then that's it. You cycle all the way back. Like, you're going to, you cycle through these.

Okay. So sleep is weird. Now, you know someone is in REM because their eyes will rapidly dart from side to side under their eyelids. How can you tell that's happening? Well, if you look at someone who's in REM sleep, you can see it under their eyelids. Can you? Yeah, you will watch, you can see, like, their eyes will move, like, like, darting back and forth. Like that?

Yeah. Like, they go literally side to side. Your eyes are literally darting side to side under your eyelids. I've never seen anybody in REM, but. sleep. Yeah, it's crazy. I want to see it. Your heart rates is going to now increase. Okay. Instead of decrease like it was

in non-REM sleep. Your blood pressure rises a bit. Okay. Not like to an unsafe level. Not aggressively. Your body temp is going to fall even lower to its lowest point. And breathing gets shallow and faster. Oh. Is that why people snore? Yeah. Okay. I mean that has something to do with it, but mostly people snore from like deviated

septims and like also just leaving your mouth open and but why is it that like when you're really fucking tired that's when you snore probably it's it i mean it all has to do with breathing okay and the rapid or the uh slow rapid breathing is what happens okay um or slow rapid breathing i meant shallow rapid breathing do you like that i was just like okay you're like yeah totally that makes perfect sense those are two contradictory things but okay i often state contradictory things during this stage your muscles are paralyzed completely um this is likely so you they think so you they think so you don't act out your vivid dreams.

So you're not like, oh, I'm running down the street and you don't just stand up and run down the street. Remember that guy that killed his wife and her parents? What now? There's a guy that killed his wife and he claimed to be sleeping, the sleepwalking killer. Oh, really? I don't know about that one. I don't know if he killed her parents.

That's a bullshit. That's a bullshit reason because... He said he was sleeping the whole time? Well, yeah, he like, he like, straight up drove a car, so he wasn't sleeping. He was a non-rem sleep and fuck that. He was not. No. Laya. So your muscles are paralyzed.

Your brain allows this, allows them to paralyze, and it's referred to as a tonia. Okay. This is when your most vivid dreams and images occur. Studies show that you're more likely to remember your dreams if you're woken directly from this part of REM sleep. Okay. I never remember my dreams. I remember mine a lot, but I do lately. I'm also, I was just actually saying this to my mother-in-law. I'm like a super lucid dreamer.

Does that mean that you can control what you do in your dream? I can do that all the time. I'm a very lucid. I can wake myself up if I'm having a nightmare. Yeah. Mostly when I'm having a nightmare, what happens is like I have a lot of nightmares about like serial killers chasing me or like someone coming into my house. Yeah. And nine times out of ten, I will realize that I'm dreaming and I'm like, fuck, I don't want to have to go through all this shit.

Like I'm like, this is a dream. So you wake yourself up. Like it's somebody with like a knife or something and I'm like, I don't want to do it. deal with like dreaming about you stabbing me. Like I'll like think about it. It's very odd. It's a very odd. I'm always, it's odd. And then sometimes if it's a good dream, I can be like,

ooh, I want to keep this going. I'm going to do this now. Or I'll be like, this is a dream so I can just like do this. Huh. Yeah, it's very odd. I was better at that when I was younger. Really? Yeah. That makes sense.

So yeah. So you'll remember your dreams better if you're walking up from REM sleep. According to the National Sleep Foundation, your brain can actually become more. more active than it ever is during the day during this phase. That's cool. Yeah. And it actually begins processing all the input you received during the day. And this allows you to store all that information for long-term memory.

So that's when everything you've done and learned during the day is going into your long-term memory. So if you do drugs and stuff, that can mess with that part of the brain that, like, helps you in sleep to make long-term memories? Yeah. I mean, it's going to mess with your ability. to like store memories for sure. But the whole thing, the whole takeaway here is that you need REM sleep to do that, to store these memories. So REM sleep is really important.

Got it. So sleep paralysis happens when you are transitioning out of REM sleep because your muscles are paralyzed at this time. So what occurs is you're waking up, but your body is still experiencing the atonia of muscle paralysis. So you're aware of your surroundings in your reality, but unable to move. So your body is still in REM sleep, but your mind wakes up while still dreaming. Oh.

Yeah. So a lot of time people experience hallucinations. Right. That's what's happening here. What people are seeing when this happens is there actual surroundings of where they are, like your bedroom. But you're hallucinating. Like you're looking at your real bedroom in real time, but your nightmare is projected into your reality. Why do our bodies do this shit to us?

Now, about 75% of the time people hallucinate during sleep paralysis. And only about 8% of people experience sleep paralysis regularly. Yeah. Yeah, so that's interesting. So most of the time it's like scary shit, but sometimes people will see nice things. Like if you're dreaming of something nice, it can be projected into your reality. I want that. That's never happened to me, so I don't know.

Well, do you have nice dreams ever? I do. I have a lot of nice dreams. But it never happens during sleep paralysis. I have great dreams. Okay. Now, it was interesting to me because it's thought that the legends of like incubus and succubus are derived from the experience of sleep paralysis. Huh.

The incubus is said to be a male demon who will have sex with unsuspecting women while they're sleeping. Yucco. The succubis is a female demon that has sex with men while they're sleeping. Sometimes the legend says that this was kind of interesting to me. that the succubis will have sex with a dude, gather his sperm, and then transform into an incubus, to then transfer the seed into a woman, and that's how devil babies are born. Whoa. Isn't that crazy? Rosemary's baby.

Like that shit. How many of the dudes that we cover on this podcast, or the women for that matter, like nasty people, are probably the creation of fucking succuby, turning into incubus or incubi. and then it's like fucked up metamorphosis i'm saying at hillary duff hashtag devil babies our minds are two different places wow wow that is us that really was this is us this is us we're not sponsored by them no there's an innate feeling of being suffocated or someone pressing on your chest that can occur during sleep paralysis yeah that has happened like i know that feeling and it is like it feels like something is sitting or pressing on your chest. This is also what the incubus legend will like kind of explain.

The demon sits on your chest as a way to get to you. So that's why people would like blame it on an incubus because they felt like something was sitting on their chest during sleep paralysis. In fact, sleep paralysis, the experience is sometimes referred to as the incubus phenomenon. Okay. Because of the visual hallucinations of demons and bad things that can accompany you. many people including myself experience extreme unmatched anxiety during an actual attack a lot of people me included like specifically feel like they are actually going to die during a sleep paralysis experience

and let me tell you my personal ones I always I usually see the same kind of thing yeah and it's always a dark figure in my room approaching my bed slowly and every time that it happens and I I would try to explain this to John, and until I researched and finally figured out what sleeper houses was, I thought I was fucking nuts. Really? Because I kept telling him, I'm like, no, it's real. Like, I'm opening my eyes. I'm seeing the bedroom.

Right. I'm there. It's happening in front of me. And I don't know what's going on. And I kept saying to him, and when this thing is approaching me, the first thought in my mind is, holy shit, this is actually happening. Someone's in my room and they're going to kill me. Oh.

And it's like this un, like, you. You cannot convince yourself that this isn't real. Like, to you, this is what's happening in your reality right now. That's so scary. You're sitting there looking at this thing, walking towards you, and you're going, holy shit, I'm going to die because there's a fucking demon in my room. Like, you're literally like, that's how this ends. Like, it's really going to kill me.

I hate that. Yeah. And, like, a lot of times I'll see something in, like, a corner of the room. And it's, like, something that's getting bigger and bigger. And I'll, like, watch it. And I'm always like, holy shit, I'm really seeing this. because it's real because you're in your room. You're spooking me so hard right now.

And you're sitting there the whole time being like, whoa, this is real. I can't believe I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Like your brain is convincing you that it's really fucked up. I'm so glad that you didn't get sleep paralysis while I was like having sleepovers with you. I was getting it at that time. No, no, no. Like this past week. Yeah, I didn't get it.

I haven't gotten it a little while, knock on one. Oh my God. Now it's like you're talking about it. You're going to process it. during your sleep. I feel like John has like kind of understood like the signs of be having it and he'll like what if he's sleeping? If he's notices that I'm like if he happens to like turn over.

Because it's usually me like wide-eyed and like and I can usually get myself out of it by trying really, really hard to like move something and finally I can break out of it. You also get like demonic when you sleep though. Yeah, I do. My sleep is serious business. So the night that John was thick and we were downstairs feeding Luna, I thought you were going to kill me. I'm not kidding. I'm no joke. And I remember, you told the story on the podcast.

I know. Yeah. But I think a lot of the stories that we've read and we're going to read in a second involve like people being like, I swear it was real. It was fucking real. And that's the worst part of sleep paralysis is your body has paralyzed. So your brain has paralyzed your body. But your mind is not paralyzed. But your mind is.

is awake, but now your mind is still convincing you that what you are seeing is real. That's fucked. So it's like it's fucking you up in several ways. And I hate it because it's like the most out of control feeling. Your mind is abusing the shit. It is. It's abuse, man. So one of the most common sites that is seen in a lot of stories, which is really weird, is people see the hat man.

Oh. And that's what I've seen. That's what I picture when you say what you got. Yeah. And it's literally like a shadow face. wearing a large hat. Studies have shown that tons of sufferers see this version of a shadow figure in some way. Can I sleep in your bed tonight?

It's really fucked. And that's just a brief overview of, you know, sleep paralysis, the science behind it, the legends that go along with it. And now we're going to read a couple of your stories. You go first. So I'm going to start out with a really scary one. Awesome. It's called Sleep Paralysis, the singing eyeless demon. Why is it singing?

This is from Hannah. Hi Hannah. Says, hello, Ash and Elena. My name is Hannah. I'm very excited to tell you one of my many fucked up tales. I have been wanting to send in a listener tale, but I think this story is one you will enjoy for the special episode. This experience has probably been one of the scariest things I have had to encounter,

only because there is something about unexplained things caused by your own mind that is sinister and terrified. I agree. That's exactly what I think. I have had many sketchy and scary things happen when I was living with my mother, like fearing getting murdered for a drug deal gone wrong, or being left alone with creepy men, my mom is a trash bag, not even a glad trash bag, more like the shitty trash bags that are from a dollar store that break and have no stringy things attached trash bags.

Wow, the most relatable sentence ever read. Damn, sorry, Hannah. Those will be stories for another time, but this experience invoked true psychological terror. Wow. Whenever I have night terrors or sleep paralysis, I see the same thing every time. It is something I don't tell a lot of people about

only because of how bonkers it sounds. Even I think it's ridiculous. Nevertheless, it still scares the shit out of me. The first time I had sleep paralysis, I was sleeping laying straight on my back, which is never a thing usually. Also, by the way, side note, that triggers it, doesn't it?

Sleeping on your back will often trigger sleep paralysis. if you are prone to it. And I suddenly envisioned in the pitch darkness of my room a creepy, crusty skin, burnt chicken nugget-looking-ass creature with no eyes, sitting on my chest strangling me.

Chicken nugget? Creature. It's long gone. Spitery hands were wrapped around my throat, making the skin on my neck burn, and the worst part of it was that it was peering right at me with its blank, emotionless face,

and those fucking staring black eyes. Sockets. Oh, my God. I awoke and realized it wasn't real, but I had never knew what this situation was called. Almost eight years later, I had an experience that still scares the shit out of me. It was late night, and my boyfriend and I had a big argument before he went to work. Now, again, stressful situations, anxiety, fights can trigger it as well. It was 2 to 3 a.m., the goddamn witching hour.

I was really upset and hysterically crying. Oh, Hannah. And I couldn't sleep. I tried to drink straight vodka to chair. I'd calm my nerves. But I've never really wanted to just drink from the hell of it like that. So it just tasted bad and was straight shitty. Sounds awful.

I laid in bed for hours. My hair wet from all the tears. And finally, when exhaustion had come over me, and I felt myself drift off to sleep. However, this is when all the fucky shit started happening. Your consciousness enters this in between, where you aren't quite asleep, but you are not fully. awake. I know it will. I have always been a lucid dreamer and to some extent sometimes

control what happens in my dreams, but this was a whole other level. As I started to drift into what I will call fake sleep, my body lost distenteness and all the muscles relaxed. There was a couple of moments of silence before I heard what sounded like someone coming into the kitchen in the other room from outside. I heard the door open and shut. I thought in my brain that my boyfriend was home from work, but thought that's strange because it had been way too early for him to be home. Maybe he forgot something, I thought. Before I went to speak out and call his name, even though if I had wanted to, I couldn't in the state I was in. I listened carefully to the footsteps. I don't know if you have this, but sometimes you can tell who is walking around your house by their footsteps.

Yeah, you can. The sound usually can indicate weight and how fast slash slow they walk. My boyfriend wears big work boots and is tall, so it's obvious when he's in the house. How However, I could sense a startling unfamiliarity with whoever was walking around in my kitchen. The footsteps sounded oddly quiet and indecisive, as if they were walking, rummaging around looking for something or someone. Fuck off. This was not fucking normal. I fucking panicked. My thoughts were holy Shataki mushrooms.

I say that all the time. Someone broke into my house and now they are going to murder me. This is a, you're going to get the chili chills. No. As if whatever it was could read my fucking mind, it started singing. No. In a sing-song voice that sounded like a grown-ass man trying to sound like a little kid. Stop.

It's saying over and over, I'm coming to get you. I'm coming to get you. I'm crying. I'm sobbing right now. I hate, I'm. It's like the Golden State killer. I'm in pain right now. Oh my God, I have tears.

I have tears forming. Oh, it gets worse. No, why? To make it worse, I could hear it whisper, I'm going to kill her. In between its fucked up little choruses. It sounded like it was trying to hold back laughter as it spoke. I just got like a true, true chill. Are you going to sit up with me for hours on the coach after this?

The truest. Hold on, I'm putting my hood on. All right. Wait, that's the blanket. It works too. The scariest part of this was that the entire. time this felt entirely real. Yeah. I felt like I had the power to look around and be in control of my body, but in reality, I wasn't. I could hear the voice echo in the hall. And it slowly got closer to my

bedroom. No. My heart was pounding at this point. Me too. Fighter flight kicked in. And I felt myself wanting to get up, grab the shotgun in the closet and cap this motherfucker. But my dumbass self was equivalent to a boulder. I could not move. I started to lose my mind in terror as I could feel that eyes were watching me from the bedroom doorway. Nope. Side note, I am fucking terrified of Michael Myers from Halloween. I feel like in general things with no eyes scare me, and so my mind envisioned myself getting turned into a butcher knife pin cushion

for this fucking thing just like in the movies. I could feel my body start to tense up in anticipation. Finally, I just suddenly snapped out of it. I was finally free from the nightmare, but when I looked down at my clock, I realized that only a few fucking minutes passed by. That has happened so many times to me. I'm so scared.

Where it's like this whole situation happens where you're sitting there like, oh, fuck, I'm going to die. There's someone in my robe. And it feels like it's like an hour or something. And it feels like it's like 10 minutes at least or like a half an hour. It feels like you're sitting there forever. And then you look and it's like literally been two minutes. That's fucked.

It's crazy. I was so confused, scared and upset. I tried to fight to stay awake. But now I was twice as exhausted as I was before. And at this point, I couldn't resist sleep. I began to dream about the thing. Only this time I could see it. It was a shadowy figure and had no feet. It stood, or should I say floated, in the doorway, staring straight into my very soul with those freakish black eyes. It stood so still and moved so slow. But as I inch

closer, I could feel the overwhelming feeling of fear make my blood run cold. I was paralyzed and forced to look at it. Its face was in my face inches away. I wanted to scream and cry. And as soon as it began and ended once more. I called into work the next day and got to sleep finally when the sun came up. I had the dream of the shadow person again on a later night. And finally, the third time I had this dream, I was able to lucid dream style quote-unquote will myself to break the paralysis. I don't know how I did, but it was fucking awesome. After this happened, I never had the dream again, thank God. But to this day, it still freaks me out to think about how real it felt. Thank you for reading my story. Keep it weird, Hannah.

P.S. Here is what the kind of thing, the thing kind of looked like. Sorry for any nightmares that may cause, L.O.L. Oh, yeah, that's fucked. No. Hannah. Fuck that. Fucking A. The singing is not okay. Oh, my God. It's so golden state killer. Yeah, it's not okay. I always like get, I'll read the emails and it'll be like, fuck you guys. Like, I listened to your last episode and then it like rerouted me to the first one. Oh, yeah. That happened to me in my car the other. Thank God it was the morning.

And I was like, oh, I can't. I was like, are you fucking getting me? I nodded to it. No. Oh, Hannah. Mine is short, sweet and to the point. It says, Hello, you perfect angels. So nice. I just barely started listening about a month ago, and I've listened to probably 75% of the episodes already. Wow. Damn. You get it. You get it. I might enter a deep depression when I'm caught up in camp in anymore, but whatever. Whatever. That wasn't me doing a Boston accent. whatever. Okay. So I realized I needed to write in because I'm a hairstylist, supash, and the ending of this story happened in the salon. We talk about the most,

we talk about the most off-the-wall shit at work, I swear. Oh, same. So, sleep paralysis. The first sleep paralysis episode I had that scared the shit out of me happened probably five years ago. I was napping on my sister-in-law's couch where the left side of the couch faced my niece's room, and the love seat was facing me parallel to the couch I was on. I hope that makes sense. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep because I could hear my brother and sister-in-law talking behind me. I opened my eyes, unable to really move and saw an old woman in a white nightgown with long hair standing in the doorway next to my niece's room. That's another common one.

Yeah. It's called like the crone. Oh. Yeah. I for sure thought I was having a weird dream now, but the dogs that were on the love seat were staring right at me as I was trying to wake myself up. I looked back to the old woman right as she jumped over the side of the couch, crawled onto my chest and started screaming in my face. I hate when stories are like, and then it screamed in my face.

Yeah, fuck that. That is just not. I'm like, no. She didn't have any demon-like features, but she was old as shit and terrifying as is. After this happened, I experienced night terrors frequently, but not sleep paralysis. Fast forward to 2017. I always fell asleep before my boyfriend. and this night he came upstairs to check on me.

He caught me right in the middle of a sleep paralysis woman. He caught me right in the middle of a sleep paralysis episode where the old woman was back in my doorway. But there was a younger woman with short brown hair standing between the old bitch in my bed. I must have been moving around. Why are you all in my room right now? I must have been moving around because my boyfriend woke me up. And the first thing he said, the first thing I said was, is she still here? He looked around clearly confused, asked who.

and I explained that the house probably wasn't haunted. He was getting ready to move in that week and I didn't want to scare him. Fast forward again a couple months. I'm a hairstylist from one of my clients who was very in touch with the other side came in. She was talking about her different experiences with seeing operations, feeling energies, and her adventure in being a medium. I told her how I didn't know if I was being followed by a spirit or if my now frequent sleep paralysis was being triggered by a med change or what.

I shit you not, guys. I didn't even finish explaining my last episode when she said, was it a lady with short brown hair? I look over to my nail tech who knew the whole story and we were both shook. My awful night terrors and sleep paralysis happened nightly in that house and I haven't experienced a single one since being in my new place. What the fuck? I have no clue if that house was legitimately haunted, but I don't care to go back and investigate that spooky shit. Sorry this was so long. You two are the fucking best and I hope this gave you the creeps like it did for my nail type. second eye.

Holy shit. Yeah, that gave me the creepages. Fuck that. Somebody crawling on top of you and yelling at you? I'm not into that. I'm not going to sleep tonight. And that is one of the things. It's crawling on top of you or sitting on your chest is like one of the things.

Anyone touching me at all is the worst. Like I took, um, I took like an art history class in college where we like looked at like old fucking art. It was pretty cool. Makes sense. It was cool though. Um, in one of the images I saw was called the nightmare. No. And I remember I was like, whoa, I fucking love this painting. It's just so fucking spooky as fuck. And it's by John Henry Fuseli, and it's from 1754. And people think it is an early depiction of sleep paralysis. That's so cool. And this is the photo.

I'll post, I'm going to post this on our, uh, on our website on our Instagram. Wow, that's wild. Yeah, I'll post it on the Instagram for you guys to see. But it was always like one that's a lot. stuck in my brain. So that just made me think of it, like things sitting on your chest. So my next listener story is sleep paralysis slash hatman. No. See? No. This is from T. Hi T.

So the first line is hat mofo. Amazing. Hi, Ash and Elena. I know everyone says this, but I got it too. You guys rock. Thank you. My only complaint is I normally use podcast to falls. sleep at night and morbid keeps me up for hours. I only started listening a couple weeks ago, so I'm still catching up. The Lizzie Borden episodes might have been the funniest yet. I almost

peed myself and had to get up to use the bathroom, which I hate doing in the middle of the night. Anyway, keep doing what you're doing because even though I rarely sleep anymore, it's beyond worth it. By the way, if this is long, feel free to leave out anything boring. No way. No way. To understand why my sleep paralysis journey was so extra flipping terrifying, you have to understand two things. First, this all happened in the time before, in the before time, sorry, in the before time. No Google, no Surrey, no Facebook. Oh, I was like, there actually was internet, but our home computer was mostly used by my douche canoe of a stepfather for porn surfing. And let's be real here. I'll take shadow people over touching that Wankstain's disease-infected keyboard any day. Wankstain. The second thing is that when I was really young, I was basically a bad,

ass little witch. Not witches and bitch. I was totally fucking charming. I mean which isn't creepy. Same. Same. My grandmothers both thought I was special. Some of the babysitters just thought I was a fucking side show and others like my birth dad refused to be alone with me. I'm adding the story about why my dad was afraid of me here because it's entertaining as fuck. But you can skip it if you want because it has nothing to do with sleep paralysis. I kind of want you to include it. I'm going to include it because it's a quick story. So when I was but a wee ragamuffin, my dad was home alone with me. I'm in a high chair and he goes down to the laundry room and happens to see a toy airplane on the floor that belonged to another tenant.

Being the thoughtful, kind-hearted fuck that he was, he promptly threw it in the trash. When he got back upstairs, I was still in my high chair, was right pissed and glaring at him. What he said, you shouldn't have done that. I replied angrily. Oh my God. He asked again. That was that little boys and now he's going to cry. You shouldn't have done that.

Oh my God. In all his bravery, my dad apparently pulled me out of the high chair and holding me in front at arm's length ran all the way to my mom's work. Oh my God. Like I'm picturing the way cartoons run with their arms straight in front. And anyway, he ran all the way to my mom and put me on the counter and said something along the lines of you take care of this little fucking witch. After that, he just wouldn't babysit me anymore. But I digress. Long story short, when I started having sleep paralysis, it was in my early to mid-teens. I had no way of knowing other people had experienced. it same and it logically and logically and logically I just assumed I was cursed or some shit needless to say I suffered alone no way was I going to inform my sweet innocent mom her beloved daughter was some kind of hex she devil probably decided to spawn the son of Satan oh my god stop on with the story from around age 14 to about 18 I would experience these things maybe two to four times a week oh my god the first was floating dreams I'm not talking about soothing floating through the clouds dreams. I'm talking about trying

desperately to reach my bed, but not being able to. Usually it would happen just as I was waking up. That's when sleep paralysis usually happens. And I would feel like some invisible fuck was lifting me by the legs. The thing is, it didn't usually stop when I woke up. I'd still

be fighting like a savage to get back on my feet on the bed for the first few seconds to a minute after being fully awake. This was a huge motherfucking nope in my books, but I couldn't tell anyone because, as stated above, she devil blah blah. Does anyone else need to have your feet tucked and tucked onto the blanket to feel safe? Yes. Well, this is where that started for me. The second thing, which I discovered was called

sleep paralysis some 20 years ago, was that I would have a nightmare that typically ended with me trying to scream. Only I couldn't, same. I would wake up still trying to scream and be completely aware that I'm awake but still unable to scream. I would also realize I couldn't move other than blinking. When it first started, I was so fucking petrified. I'd keep trying until eventually I got my boyce back. Then I'd carry on like a banshee another minute because fuck this shit I can and I will. This usually brought my mom to my doorway or resulted in what I can only assume was a broom to the ceiling beneath me. Up yours, up yours you broomwielding fishwife. You have no idea what I just went through. As these occurrences became more frequent, I won't say I got used to them.

But I started learning to deal with them at least. As soon as I realized I was awake and couldn't move, I'd stopped trying to scream, stopped trying to move and close my eyes. Thank fuck my eyelids still worked. I found the whole thing less horrifying if I wasn't struggling. This method was fairly effective until the night I opened my peepers just a little too soon

and saw the motherfucking hat man at the foot of my bed. No. I won't lie. I promptly resumed my previous tactic of attempting to scream. Remember, this was before movies about shadow peepers. before you could image search Hatman and see thousands of pictures of him. To me, he was just some fucking guy in a trench coat and fedora at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night.

In my scared as fuck but still paralyzed state, I did the only thing I could close my eyes. I'm not sure how long I waited, but it was a lot longer than it took to regain movement because no way was I going to risk another peek at that shit. When I did finally open my eyes, he was gone. I never told anyone and he never came back again. The now that I think about it, it wasn't the first time. time I saw him. I had my first flu when I was 13 and I saw him then. But being that it was my first time really sick, I was right out of it and everyone said I was just hallucinating. Looking back,

I'm pretty sure I wasn't. So fast forward like 20 years and I'm scrolling through Facebook, quenching my daily thirst for knowledge, when all of a sudden this fucking monster from my pass is staring at me from my screen. I kid you not, I almost shit myself. I literally hadn't even thought of him in like two decades. Let the Googling begin. I found out tons of people have seen him and the pictures look exactly like the ones I drew of him when I was a kid. I felt relieved that I wasn't crazy after all, but also fairly fucking creeped out. So that's my story. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you choose shadow people over touching your porn-loving stepfather's gluttonous keyboard of pestilence.

P.S. I still have crazy nightmares and wake up screaming now and then, but at least the only one's standing there looking at me these days is my cat. Bless her sweet little gray heart. He puts up with a lot. And also that cat is adorable. That cat is adorable. adorable. And that's so crazy because one of the things that happens to me to a lot, and John will say, I wake up and I can hear myself scream out loud when I wake up, like a half scream. Yeah. Because I'll scream so hard in the dream to try to scream. You're like continuing to. That I will, when I finally wake up, my voice actually lets it out and I'll like wake myself up screaming. Jesus. Yeah, it's crazy. I bet that's really fun for John. I bet it is. He loves me though. So,

yeah, of course. That's love. When you stick around through sleepers. That's love. That is love. Okay. My next one is called sleep paralysis. Hey, spooky queens. So it's called sleep paralysis. Hey, spooky queens. First of all, I love you both so much. I love you. I love you too. Thanks for making your horde of weirdos feel less alone by bonding over all the spook-spook shits. Just so I don't blush even more about my undying love for your creepy-assie-ass macabreases. Whoa, that was like a tongue twister. That was. I liked it, though. Also, my whole leg is asleep, so I jolted in the middle of saying that. I'll get into my story of sleep paralysis. So my wicked amazing boyfriend and I are both Army veterans and both suffer from PTSD. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. His is combat related,

but mine is sexual assault related, just to clarify. Our PTSDs have affected our sleep. I have always struggled with sleep issues to include insomnia and sleep paralysis. When we first started dating, he just came back from his third deployment. Jesus. I know. Wow. Thank you so much. Ever since the first night, we spent together date two, because I couldn't wait any longer

for this beautiful piece of man feet. I have woken up to him. I'm screaming. I have woken up to him sleepwalking or talking. These instances range from mild to funny, as in opening the dresser drawer, peeing in it and saying, Roger that sergeant and closing the drawer for me to, and closing the drawer to me waking up to him strangling me. After being sleep strangled twice, we decided to create barriers of pillows between us at night.

But ever since my sleep paralysis has gone from just feeling stuck when I'm feeling asleep or waking up to me, dreaming he's strangling me with a slender man-looking demon telling him to kill me. Me actually waking up and not being able to move and sometimes even breathe. He's woken up to me gasping for breath and he has had to pound on my chest to give me breath again. Oh my God. That's awful. Before my boyfriend, I've always had the dream of. slenderman looking a slenderman looking demon and it was always right after my falling asleep paralysis

or I wake up and can't move. I don't usually believe in the paranormal, but I also had a feeling lately that the demon is real and trying to kill me and now is trying to use my boyfriend to do it. I'm, oh, I'm so sorry. That's awful. I hate this. Uh, anyways, as of late, my boyfriend has gotten through many of his issues and hasn't been sleepwalking for almost six months. That's awesome. Oh, damn. And I have been in therapy to deal with my fucked up mind. Same. Yay. So kind of a happy ending. Hooray, bitches. If you choose to read this, feel free to use my name. Also, the trauma I suffered might be an interesting listener tale, but it is a super bummer and major trigger warning for sexual assault, stalking, and child abuse. So maybe when I'm ready to actually write about it. Anyways, thank you for reading, and I hope you keep it weird AF. Gabrielle. Oh, my God, Gabrielle. You've gone through a lot. I love you, girl. I love you.

And I'm so glad you have a great man meat. Man meat. Great piece of man meat. Get you a piece on my own, maybe. get you that it's like man gabriel man meet just reminds me of like oscar meyer okay i like i feel like his name should be oscar mire or jimmy dean yeah oh there you go jim and dean jimmy dean your turn um so i this is my last tale because i'm falling asleep oh no and i'm scared um this is titled sleep paralysis a life guide on how to shit yourself oh goody and this is from connor Hello. I finally got the courage. Why is he Mrs. Doubtfire? I don't know. It's awesome, though. Hello. Hello. I finally got the courage to write in, so here I am.

This podcast is the only way I can make it through my shitty, boring office job, so thank you for saving my life every week for eight hours a day. I owe you, seriously. My name is Connor. You can say my name. I'm not shy. Thanks, Connor. And I have a few spooky boy things that have happened in one specific room in my current house.

I still live with my parents, even though I'm 21, trying to figure my life out still, blah, blah. Dude, 21 is young. Yeah, you're good. You're good. Well, not my parents. You're like, my grandparents. Yeah, there you go. This specific room is where most of my sister's experiences come from as well as she grew up in there too.

I've moved around a few rooms in my house over the years and never really experienced much. Just minor things, but to keep it short, I won't get into that junk now. Maybe five years ago, I moved out of the garage that's been converted into a room into this psychotic hell portal of a room. Oh, good. There's always been shit kind of happening in that room, but sleeping in it is something else. let me tell you. The first few things I remember while being in that room is whenever I slept, whether it be napping or full sleep, I end up waking up to a massive bug. Flying above my bed, it seems so real as it happens. Whenever I saw them, I get an intense sense of dread and fear.

And contrary to sleep paralysis, I black out into a fight or flight mode to get my ass away from that thing. Blankets are a good weapon. I experienced those bugs. things a few time, but I also wake up randomly in the room being covered in vibrant red wire slash strings all over the walls everywhere, just glowing. All this stuff is minor compared to the big daddy demon though. The very last time I saw stuff before I moved out of that room, I woke up after about an hour of sleeping. I saw this like naked pink humanoid creature crawling out of my closet on the ceiling. No, no, no. Anything on the ceiling. Anything on the ceiling? can fuck off. Yeah, can fuck

right off. I don't even care with the ceiling fan. Fuck off. Fuck off, ceiling fan. Fuck up, you beautiful chandelier. It was all pink and had gaping holes for eyes with a slight grin. No. It was so vivid, I can literally see it staring

at me to this fucking day. And I get the chills just talking about it and start shaking. Staring at this thing staring at me, I kind of freeze. But I got this insane feeling of fear. I describe it as my first experience of genuine fear. I agree. That's exactly how it feels. I have goosebumps all over my entire body right now. I booked it the fuck out of my room in full panic, screaming,

blacking out. Everyone in the house and described it, everyone in the house described it as a murder scream. Something they'd never heard before and never expected it to come out of me. I think I had a full-blown heart attack at that point. Oh my God. I can't explain the fear level. I can't And explain that fear level. God. About two months later, I was researching some stuff while talking about it and came across something called the rake. And it's some creepy pasta thing, I think. But it resembles that thing I saw to the tea and I'm paranoid. It'll come back whenever I talk about it. This all happened before I even knew what the rake was, knew what it looks like. I still get creepy vibes in that room today. But fortunately, I don't sleep in there anymore. Once I moved out of there, though, all the paralysis and hallucinations stopped. Portal? Probably. Fuck that room. Thank you for the reading. Thank you for reading this absolute chunk of text. Sorry if it's sporadic. I'm at work right now trying not to get caught typing this. Oh my god, amazing. Thank you for making my workday's interesting. Keep the podcast coming so that rake thing can stay the fuck away from me. Thanks. Much love from Arizona, Connor. Oh, shit, Connor.

You just fucked it all up. Keep that rake out here. Stop. I hate it. Oh, I'm so freaked out. I'm not into it. What a time is it? Right now. It's midnight. It is midnight. Dude. And I'm done with this sleep paralysis because it's freaking me out. I think we should just end on that now. I think we should end on Connor's pink humanoid creature crawling out of the ceiling.

Do you have hostas cupcakes? Because I'm going to need one. I do have hostess cupcakes. Okay. Well, guys, thank you for writing in your sleep paralysis stories. I think even though we just took last week off, I'm going to need next week off because I'm freaking out. Just kidding. No, totally fucking kidding. And we're also, we'll be reading more sleep paralysis stories like intermixed with the listener stories.

Not for like another three months. So don't worry, you'll hear yours. Okay. Um, so follow us on Instagram. Morbid Podcast. Hit us up on Twitter. A Morbid Podcast. Doing the Facebook group.

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We hope you keep listening. And we hope you. Keep it weird. But that's so weird that I have to get out of here because I'm freaking the fuck out right now and I have to sleep on your couch tonight. I'm really never supposed to sleep on your couch with only one blanket to protect me while you're sleeping upstairs with your husband, even though I was sleeping with you like the past few nights because I was helping you out and like, can't I just sleep there again and have the john sleep on the couch because I'm really freaked out by.

No.