My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - 194 - The SpoOoky Halloween Hometown Special

Episode Date: October 31, 2019

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Spooky Halloween. Spooky Halloween. It's your Spooky Halloween episode of My Favorite Murder. Hi guys, welcome to Halloween. Can you believe Halloween this year? It's my favorite year so far. Easily hands down the sexiest year of all. Because the sexiest holiday is clearly Halloween and then this year's of all Halloween's the

sexiest. Absolute sexiest. To date. The youngest sexiest people, that's what I was going to say. That's right. Our world is a fucking fired trash heap and so we're really turning up the sexy this year. Why not? It's just like in Mad Max when it's the end of the world and that guy's playing saxophone.

When it turners the queen. There's only one banana. If I can let's do this thing, light up a thing and let's party. All there is is to cover you with little patches of quilt over your boobs. Over a really nice made in form bra. It's all sewn onto a wonderful foundation garment. That's right. That's why it stays.

And then now let's have wrestling in a half dome. Half dome wrestling. They still do MMA like that. That song isn't in that movie. Oh, well shit. But you know what is? What? Happy Halloween.

Happy Halloween. I just tried to make myself a retainer everybody. She did out of a paper clip and I just sat watching in awe. This is the kind of, I would call it creative juices. Yeah. Pre-show creative juice flowing. That's right. We turn off the lights.

We close the door. We make retainers out of paper clips. That's right. That's the kind that stick into the side of your mouth. What do you do? Are you excited for Halloween this year? What am I talking about? Are you making small talk with me?

I am. Even though I know I'm already going to be with you for Halloween. That's right. So I don't know why I'm asking you that. We have plans and I'm super excited about our plans. Our plans are going to be raging. We're going to rage up and down this coast. That's right.

And we are going to, what's that, Kid Rock? We're going to drive a yacht that's called Rock the Most and then drive that bitch up and down the kid rock. Wow. Is that it? Karen looked at Stephen and thank God he shook his head and now Stephen is. Don't look at me for Kid Rock. Stephen was.

Please. Stephen was. That was a test. Like cringing away from me harder than I've ever seen him cringe away before. Shaking his head now. But he grabbed his phone to look it up. That's why. If anyone's going to back me up on Kid Rock.

I'm thinking it's going to be little Stevie R over on the ones and twos. Stephen, that was a test. You passed. You have your job for another week. I was going to look up 311 lyrics. Close. All the same idea. We're going to be in Santa Barbara this coming weekend for our Santa Barbara, you know,

Murderino takeover weekend. We're really excited. That's right. We can mention that we're going to have hand wine there. That's right. And it's really exciting. It is really. On me.

It's really exciting for Georgia in particular. Yeah. I like it too. Alcoholic Karen stoked about it. I mean drunk drunk Karen calling her alcoholic Karen ruins the fun a little bit. And it makes me feel kind of bad about myself too. So. No, we can.

You can be. You can just have a drunk face and get back out of it. A drunk face. It's easy. Yes. You should see my drunk face. You are. You automatically have the drunk face.

And we're also going to have a Murderino pop up maker like so people will be selling their wares and it's all really cool people. It's like how in Marfa, Texas they do pop up Gucci stores or whatever product. Same thing except for people who make paint on teacups and make cool jewelry. Yeah. Do you know I've been to the Gucci store in mid Marfa? You have. Yeah.

What'd you buy? You can't go in. It's like a fake storefront in the middle of nowhere. It's really weird. It's cool. It's an art. It's an art. Project.

Store. It's an art pop up project. It's an art link letter production. That's right. Is it supposed to make you feel like all empty and hollow inside? Yeah. It's like a little bit of like consumerism out in the desert. You know a statement about consumerism.

Look it in the face. It's like a mirror out in the middle of nowhere. It's you looking at you. Why don't you look at your what's what's so Marfa about the inside of you. You think you can buy Prada here? You can't. It's because it's Gucci. Wait, is it Prada?

I'm not sure. Steven, why don't you know the lyrics to Fucking Kid Rock? I'm going to rent a yacht that's named Rocks the most and drive that bitch up and down the couch. How do you know that? This is one of the greatest lyrics written by one of the biggest lunatics of all time. You can't drive a yacht on this. I'm getting the words wrong.

No, you're not. I'm not rap accurate and I never have one. Rap. You're it. Rap. You're it. This is the Rapture. This is a Rapture episode.

Goodbye, everybody. But first, happy Halloween. We're really excited because we got so many great submissions for Halloween hometowns that we're going to read you. I feel like so many of them were things that people's parents did to them as kids to ruin Halloween, which I appreciate. I feel like a lot of people that listened to our show also grew up in haunted Victorian mansions.

That's the vibe I'm getting from mine. It's like a good 10%. Yeah. And they're here to tell their story and we're here to witness. And we're here to read it back to you. Should we do it? Stephen, are you going to put boiling cauldron sounds underneath this? All kinds of like spooky winds and maybe some bats or...

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I've got a creepy Halloween tale for you. When I was 22, I was out partying for Halloween and my group of friends decided to leave the bars. I wanted to stay a little longer, me too, girl, with some other friends that we had met up with. So I told them that I would call myself a cab later. Don't love it. When I was ready to leave, lo and behold, my phone had died.

Yes, of course. Don't leave your friends behind. Don't let your friends leave without you. Make sure you have charged your phone. Because it's only when I was like five beers in, did I suddenly get this independent street where I was like, look, I'm going to walk home alone and no one can stop me. Where I had to have the kind of friends that were like, no, you're not getting in the car. Yeah, I did that once where I was like, I'm staying behind with these new friends I made

at the bar and I had a friend that blesses hard. I got mad at for being like, I'm not, you're coming home with me right now. And then the next day I was like, thanks for doing that. Yeah. Sometimes you have to fight with your drunk friends because they're drunk and they don't know. They're seeing the world very differently. Yeah.

Let's find out how this person did just that. Okay, great. Ready? Go. When I was ready to leave, lo and behold, my phone had died. The house we were staying at was only about a mile away. So I decided I would walk back. I was dressed as Margot Tenenbaum, complete with neath length fur coat.

So I wasn't concerned about the cold. Cute. I mean, of all the things to be concerned about. And my drunk ass didn't even think about running into creeps on the walk home. Wake up. I got about halfway to my destination when an older man pulled his car into the driveway that intersected the sidewalk where I was walking. He rolled down the window and asked if I needed a ride.

I politely declined, walked around his car. He then backed out and pulled into the next driveway and said, come on, it's cold out here. I'm sure you could use a ride. At this point, I ignored him and walked faster around his vehicle. He did this two more times. And each time I ignored him, remember my phone is dead and it's 2 30 a.m. So I didn't have much of an escape route.

The fifth time he backed out and cut me off the next driveway. But this time he opened the passenger door and yelled, get in now. I'm not going to stop until you do. Luckily, a man in a truck pulled up next to me and said, hey, Jenny, I thought that was you. Hop in. I'm heading to John's place too. Mind you, my name is not Jenny and I was not going to John's place, but I sure shit

got in that truck and he drove away from that creep. Oh my God. He drove me away from that creep. It turns out that the man that picked me up was an employee at the gas station that I had passed as he was closing, he saw the man in the car cutting me off and trying to make me get in. He jumped into his truck and followed us, seeing that I was in danger. He drove me back to the gas station and let me wait inside with the doors locked and we

called the police. After I had called 911, we saw the man in the car pull into the gas station and watch us from the parking lot. Oh my God. He stayed there until he saw the police car pull in. By the time we were able to tell the police that the car had just driven away, he was already out of sight. I don't know what happened after they took my statement.

I just hope the creep wasn't able to hurt anyone. Needless to say, I was pretty shaken up, but I was able to get home safely and have never allowed myself to be in a situation like that again. Stay sexy and don't walk alone, especially on Halloween with a dead phone, Sarah. Yeah. Yeah. I just like to say, hooray for that guy for taking the time to do that, throwing the wrist and her picking up on his signals of like, hey, I'm here to help you.

I can see something's wrong. This is how I'm going to help you. Yeah. This is clearly bad news. It's good shit. Yeah. That's the way to help each other and support our neighbors. Yeah.

That's what we want to be doing for each other. Okay. This one's called trick or treat, Halloween light hearted. Hoi hoi all. My favorite so far. Number one, when you asked at the end of last week's mini so for Halloween related stories, I knew I had to send this in when I was around nine or 10, I decided that I wanted to dress up as an old quote, old timey gangster for Halloween.

At this point in time, I was obsessed with old film noir detective movies. So I'm going to blame those for this entire experience. It was in my opinion, a perfect costume idea. I would carry my violin case around and use it to collect sweets. I got to wear a badass hat and the outfit came with a jacket. So my mom wouldn't ruin the look by forcing a parka on me. Yes. That's very true.

That's a good idea. Planning ahead for cold weather costumes. Right. Right. Only problem was I was a baby and didn't own a suit. Coming from a long line of thrifters, we decided to ask my uncles to see if I could borrow a suit from them. My dad wouldn't allow me to borrow his because quote, it's my only one and I need to keep

it nice for when I'm being buried in it. Oh, dad. Luckily. Okay. Subject closed. Luckily, my uncle Paul didn't care if I got sugar and glitter over his suit. He was and still is a cow farmer and only had it for funerals he couldn't get out of. Yes.

So on Halloween night, I gelled back my hair, donned my tribley, oh Jesus, and affected my best godfather impression, which is hard when you're a high-pitched, glass-weegee and kid. But damn it, if I didn't give it my all. Anyway, then I was a success. I got loads of candy and only dropped the violin case on my foot once. When I got home later that evening, it was to my mom and uncle's sister, Cajali, hanging up the phone and pulling my dad off to the kitchen to talk.

I figured it was just adult stuff and proceeded to gorge myself and pass out on the couch. When I woke up a few hours later, I thought it was because my parents were moving me to my bedroom, but as I came around, I realized that I was still on the couch. However, the lights were off. My parents were standing over me with a flashlight and tweezers and my pajama bottoms had been rolled up. I felt something pinch my leg hard and freaked out, thinking, oh god, they're finally stealing my organs to sell in the black market.

You might be wondering why a nine-year-old was thinking that, but my family has a very dark sense of humor and my dad would regularly say, I'm not hugging you, I'm just feeling up which kidney I want to have transplanted from you when... I'm not hugging you, I'm just feeling up which kidney I want to have transplanted from you when mine pack in. That is fun, the Scottish, a rare breed. Naturally I flailed about screaming and my parents rushed to turn on the light and assure me that they weren't trying to harvest my innards. After a lot of yelling, I was eventually told that my mom had gotten a phone call from my

uncle earlier that day saying, please tell me Kate didn't wear my suit, I've just been told I have scabies. What? No. My mom managed to work herself into a tizzy about it and when my dad and her came through to tell me, check on me, they noticed a black mark on my leg from where my PJs had rolled up in my sleep. They assumed it was a tick and decided it would be less scary for them to try and remove

the tick from my leg without waking me up. I can't even begin to unravel, there's terrible reasoning behind this. However, it turns out the tick wasn't a tick, but a freckle my mom had forgotten about. So when they went to yank it out, all they did was wake me up to extreme pain and fear. Luckily I never contracted scabies from my uncle's suit and after a thorough steam clean, he still wears it to funerals to this day. Stay sexy and tick yes on the Emancipation Form because Jesus Christ, Kate. Oh my God.

He has scabies. Okay, but ticks and scabies are not the same thing. No. I've never had either. Thank God. Yes, thank God. Knock on wood. Anyway, that is this funniest story.

Scabies are little bugs, aren't they? I think they are, but they're really microscopic as opposed to like a tick that's like bigger than a flea usually. They should have known that. I mean, I get it. I think you're right. That sounds right. I get it though, because once you're like, you have a something on your skin, you're

like, get it. Yeah, whatever it is, you're going to be peeling that shit off. That's like the time that the girl down the street got headlice. Oh yeah. That was the time I was 12 and my mom gets off the phone. She had just been over to play like the day before and it was me and my sister and Adrienne and like Jennifer Gehring and my mom gets off the phone and goes, girls, whoever girl down the street has headlice and we all start screaming and she goes, everybody stay calm.

Pull all the sheets off the bed and she just starts screaming all of these. Oh, nurse. Do this, do this, do this. Because she's a nurse, right? Yeah, she was telling us to stay calm. Meanwhile, it was like, shut down the house, stay in the ceiling. Like went insane. No one got it.

Thank God. Okay. Okay. Moving on. Okay. Spooky Halloween story. Subject line. Old Louisville murder mansion on shrooms.

Hello all. When I was in college at the University of Louisville, I may or may not have dabbled in various drugs. Around my junior year, my friend group established a strict shrooms supervision rule after my friend, after my friend almost burned her apartment down trying to make a pizza while she was tripping. Oh my God. Come on. No cooking while you're high.

No. This is parenthetical. She couldn't take the pizza out of the oven because, and I quote, it was such an angry pizza. See, you have no business going near anything with heat, don't curl your hair. Don't talk to pizza. No. Nothing really electrically based in any way or case.

It's bad. Make other people cook for you. Yeah. You just eat food until it gets cold. That's right. And don't look at it in the face. No. And don't look in the mirror.

That's right. Oh yeah. Okay. Since that debacle, we decided that we should have a sober person present whenever any of us wanted to trip. That's the least you should be doing. That also sounds so boring for that sober person. Really?

What did they do to deserve that day? One lucky October night in 2013, I was the babysitter for my friends, Steve and Dee. About an hour or so into the trip, they wanted to go walk around Louisville and look at all the beautiful old Victorian houses. The walk was uneventful at first. We just talked about life. And at one point, Dee stopped for approximately 10 minutes to pet a decorative stone lion at the end of someone's driveway.

Oh my God. I love that so much. Just stupid. 10 minutes. Okay. On a way back down 4th Street, Dee suddenly stopped in front of a dilapidated old mansion. I turned to see what he was doing and literally almost shit my pants because he looked like a total psycho.

His eyes were huge, his face had gone completely pale, and he was just staring at this house. I ran over and asked if he was okay, and he just shook his head and said in a completely deadpan manner, this is a fucking evil house. Steve and I were super confused and asked what he meant. He quickly started walking away and said, there's black smoke all around that house, and it is a fucking evil house. Oh my God. Steve and I just shrugged it off, thinking Dee must be having a bad trip.

A few weeks later, I was scrolling through Facebook when that fucking house pops up on the screen. I was horrified as I learned the dark history behind this house. Oh my God. In the early 1900s, a doctor purchased the property and used it as a sanitarium. However, the horrible conditions there led to many of his patients dying in their rooms. Holy shit. In the 90s, a woman purchased the house, sectioned it off into apartments, and rented it out

to rather unsavory characters. One of her tenants, angry over a rental dispute, beat her to death inside the house. Holy shit. In 2010, a body was found shoved inside a barrel buried in the dirt floor of the base. It turns out that the next person who owned the house got into a lover's quarrel and beat, stabbed, and shot his lover to death before burying him in the basement. The body remained there for five years before being discovered when a guest in the home reported a terrible smell coming from the basement.

Finally, in 2012, a homeless man was found dead on the property from no apparent cause, but he was propped up against the gate outside. Many local Louisvillians, is that real? Louisvillians? Thank you. Is that right? Many local Louisvillians. Louisvillians.

Yeah. No, they're not villains. Louisvillians. Louisvillians. Louisvillians. Louisvillians. Louisvillians. Let's keep saying it.

Okay, great. I don't want to get into the house at all because they believe it to be cursed. Many people believe that this home was actually the inspiration for the first season of American Horror Story. Ooh. Ooh. Horrified and completely freaked out. I relayed all this information to Dee when I next saw him.

He just shrugged and said, I told you that is a fucking evil house. Stay sexy and stay away from crazy murder mansions and while you're tripping your ass off, M. P.S., there are links to the house below. Apparently, the house has gone under renovations and has been cleansed. Wow. New tenants now live inside. Hopefully, the cleansing worked and there are some pictures and some links that we'll put up.

Cool. Yeah, that's it. Love it. Nice. Drugs. Love a classic drug haunted house story. Just a plain old drug story. You know.

Classic. Sure. Okay. This is called Halloween Story, The Time Ghost Stole My Internet. Oh. A spooky Halloween MFM crew. I've got a story about the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me on Halloween. During my senior year of college, I lived in an old building managed by a shitty landlord,

meaning the basement was a dripping decrepit dungeon that I only ever visited when I had to do laundry. One day, to my dismay, I was forced to venture down when the internet cut out unexpectedly and I decided to follow the cables leading into the basement to see what was up. Once in the basement, I discovered that the cable was being fed through the floor above which dropped into a room in the basement, a room that previously was completely unknown to me. It was blocked by a door that was so tattered and charred, I had always assumed it was just

part of the wall where some dryer related fire had started. Oh. Desperate for my precious internet, I pry open the door. Inside was what I assumed to be a former living space for a previous tenant, complete with a closet, bathroom, and ghostly impressions of appliances that had been ripped from the walls. Walking in further, I find a collection of items that felt like they were plucked straight out of a horror movie.

First I find two photographs, pocketbook size, that look like children's school portraits. I couldn't tell for sure because their faces had been deliberately burned out. No. Then I find an open letter addressed to this building postmarked from 1999. I know this means I'm admitting to having committed a federal offense, but yeah, I opened it. Yep, you are. Duh.

Do not mess with the mail. The letter inside just seemed like a congratulatory message for the tenants and their new home. It's signed off with, I'm praying very hard for your baby. Love, Father Mark. Spooky Halloween. Oh. The moment I read this, I look down and notice that scattered across the floor are old baby toys.

No. Abandoned room, desecrated photos of children, cryptic letter from a priest, old baby toys. Nope. I called my internet provider and they sent a guy out to solve the problem. Another weird note when I asked. To solve the problem of the worst thing in the world happening in that room. You deal with this, motherfucker. Hi.

So I don't know if you have any connection with God or whoever clears this shit up. Right. Do you believe in those? Another weird note when I asked the guy what the source of the problem was, he just said, I don't know. That was strange. Oh. Thanks.

The date all this happened October 31st. Stay sexy and don't try to solve your internet problems yourself, Nicole. For real. Oh my God. For so many reasons. Yeah. That's like that. So I feel like if it was a real news story, I can't remember, but I remember it popping

up kind of early days of the Facebook group and it was, they uncovered a basement, like a sub basement. Yes. When it had like toys in it. In the garage and shit, right? Yeah. And it was like, there were toys and there was like kids stuff, but it was all old and dusty.

We never heard about it again. It could have been fake. Okay. No, I think it was, I'm pretty sure it was real. I feel like it was real, but you know, so is the tooth fairy. Okay. Subject line. Halloween murder.

Ghosts. Questionable camping attire. Ahoy, ahoy ladies. Yes. Jay and Steven. Yes. You're all fab and I love you. And I've been meaning to share the story for a while as it's my favorite and completely

uncharacteristic of my parents. My family has a cabin in the Adirondacks, Adirondacks, you know, parentheses, a large forest preserve in the way north of New York state. Wow. Only about an hour from where I grew up. Is that Richie Rich? Okay. Richie.

My parents, born and raised grandfather, bought the land and built it after serving in Vietnam and retiring from the military. The Adirondacks are pretty remote, absolutely stunning and definitely a hundred percent spooky in the dark, I bet. One summer night, my parents were driving family friends back to their campsite at nearby Big Moose Lake after a day spent at our cabin. My parents first dropped off Nancy and their twin girls directly to their site while they took Mike to the family car in the campsites parking lot to grab a few things that they

had left behind earlier in the day. Their journey, however, came to an abrupt stop when a woman walked in front of my parents' car forcing them to a screeching halt. The way both of my parents recall it, the woman had her hair up in a high bun, was wearing a long lace nightgown that was trailing on the ground with long sleeves and a high collar that reached the top of her neck. Ghost. Ghost.

It's a ghost. No, those dresses don't exist anymore. That's a ghost. Unless you're weirdly unlike German vogue or something. My dad says that he was going to ignore it. No, not ignore ghosts. They get mad. Dad.

And whenever they tell the story, my mom says the same, despite a feeling of complete unease. My dad told himself, obviously super logically, maybe it's just a lady from downstate who doesn't know what to wear in the wilderness in the middle of the summer. Yes, dad. The lady from Yonkers is going to wear a full body corset to a campground. Well, what should I wear to this camping excursion? Okay. Well, I know I'm going to want a wasp-like waist.

Maybe she's Moira from Excursion. Excursion. Excuse me. Alexis. Come camping. Okay. We're back in the lady from Yonkers, wear a full body corset to a campground. The unfailing distant politeness slash, it's none of my fucking business-ness of a grizzled

New Englander is truly unwavering. But after a moment of watching her glide, my dad insists, glide across the dirt road, their friend Mike from the backseat leaned forward and said, insert exaggerated shuttering noise. The idea of a shared hallucination between the three was beyond even my incredibly logical parents' imaginations. And when Mike said, we're not telling Nancy and the girls about this, they all agreed. Flash forward to 20 years later, it was the summer before I left for college, and I was

getting ready to head out to work early in the morning when my father also workbound opened the local newspaper and whispered, holy shit. When I walked over to him, he pointed to an old photo. That's her. Oh my god. I'd grown up hearing about the Victorian ghost lady at every campfire we'd had. And when I looked at the woman with her hair in the bun and her white lace collar up to the top of her neck, I knew instantly exactly who he was talking about.

The woman, as it turned out, was Grace Brown, a former employee of the Gillette Skirt Company in Cortland, New York. Grace had been in a secret forbidden romantic relationship with Chester Gillette, the nephew of the company's owner. Oh my god. Upstairs, downstairs. You know the story. After a short time, Grace found herself pregnant with Chester's child.

He promised to marry her, but first he wanted to take her to the Adirondacks for a romantic getaway. They stayed at Covewood Lodge, a hotel on Bigmost Lake, and unbeknownst to Grace, Chester checked them in under the name Carl Graham so that it would match the initials on his suitcase, CEG, but conceal his identity. Only days later on July 11th, 1906, Chester took Grace out on a romantic boat ride, where he beat her with a tennis racket before dumping her in the lake. Obviously, when Chester came back, alone from his quote-unquote romantic boat trip, he had

some explaining to do, which he did, quote. We talked a little more, then she got up and jumped in the water. Just jumped in. Yeah. Unquote. Yeah, dude. Sure, dude. Grace's body was found the next day, and Chester was arrested in nearby Inlet, New York, which

is best remembered as the place I first saw Brendan Frazier's George of the Jungle in theaters. My god. That's the longest email of all time. The following three-week trial was a huge deal in our area, which is the reason it was in the paper 100 years later, the trial was re-enacted for the public to attend in 2006. Chester Gillette was electrocuted in 1908 at Auburn Prison in upstate New York, which fun fact was the site of the first execution by electric chair in 1890.

The murder surprisingly isn't all that well-known, even in the area, despite it being the inspiration for the Theodore Dreiser novel and American Tragedy and the subsequent movie, A Place in the Sun, starring Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift, which is an amazing movie. If you haven't seen it, it's such a good movie, A Place in the Sun. My parents still swear it also has Shelly Winters as the wife that he doesn't want anymore, and she is so good, and she's so good. My parents still swear to this day that they saw someone that night, and I look for Grace every time I'm at camp, despite bears definitely being the bigger threat.

But the Adirondacks are a gorgeous place, so if I ever become a ghost, I can only hope that that's where I'm forced to haunt. Don't date someone from your job, buy your own romantic getaway, don't haunt the forest in an inappropriate camping attire, Sarah. What if the ghost was actually the actress who was playing her in the re-enactment, and she was just like, you know what I'm gonna do? Scare the ever-loving shit out of some people. When they went to film the re-enactment, she'd actually got so many good scares out of people.

She, as an actress, became addicted to the success of that character. I bet that's what it is. She's like, I'm so good at being a ghost. Wow. That's scary. That was a good, that was a good old lakefront scare. Do you know what I think makes it so valid is when multiple people see the same ghost thing.

You know what I mean? I think that's kind of key. Yeah. You know? It's not just you, because who knows? You always see ghosts alone, and there's never like, are you seeing what I'm seeing? No. You know?

Scooby-Doo stuff. Exactly. And then you make a big sandwich. This is called, we almost killed Grandpa in Halloween. Oh. Hey, full-size candy bar, bar-baby-rinos. Yeah, that's right. That's right.

It's the early 2000s. The Star Wars prequels were big. My sisters were too cool to go trick-or-treating with me, and Grandpa was sick. Oh. Wait, I said the stage. You really, you've painted the picture perfectly. My dad and Grandpa used to drive around behind us when we went door-to-door begging for candy, which was perfect, because you could swap out pillowcases and people would feel bad for

your sad sack soliciting and give you more candy. That is genius. Act like you're hardly getting any candy. Hey, here's my sad empty man. That's so Charlie Brown. That is. That's called the old Charlie Brown ruse. Anyways, this year Grandpa was in the hospital, so my dad suggested we go take him some candy.

We get up to the silent hospital floor, and my dad stops me outside his door. Remember Star Wars? But my dad pulls out his Darth Maul mask. If you can't remember what he looks like, red and black face markings, yellow eyes, horns, and he tells me to go wake up Grandpa. I do. Grandpa, all caps, starts screaming. He later tells us he thought he died and gone to the wrong place.

The nurses peeked in at the noise, but we all got a good laugh out of it, and we absolutely smuggled Grandpa some candy. Wait a second. It was a child, right? Yeah. A child and their parents. Yeah. So it's a little short double.

Like that's even scarier. That's right. That's poor Grandpa. Poor Grandpa. Both my grandpa and my father have passed away, but I told this story at my dad's funeral just to remind people of how much of a hilarious, mischievous jerk he was. Oh, and then it says, get your prostate checked. Oh.

He also used to hide in a closet and try to jump out and scare my sisters when they came home from school. Classic dad. SSDGM and don't show up to Grandpa's hospital bed looking like the coffee-rided specter of hell. Christy. Oh, my God. That gets me.

That's so good. It's so good. One final scare for Grandpa. Oh, that didn't kill Grandpa. Darth Maul is truly upsetting looking. And if you were an old man and wake up to that, oh, shit, I went to the wrong place. Yeah. You're like, oh, fucking great.

Child devils. Great. The worst place. Okay. The subject line of this email is my haunted-ass internship had a ghost bell, a ghost bell. Karen, Georgia, Steven, animals. I moved to LA from the East Coast in 2016 to start film school. And when I was 19, I got my first internship at a small development company that was located

at the Formosa lot in West Hollywood. Know it. I think that's Hollywood proper. I'm not sure what was scarier. The number of times I had to read a script that was described a woman as quote, beautiful, but she doesn't know it. Oh, my God. Beautiful, but doesn't know it.

She's beautiful, but doesn't know it. She doesn't know it. Yeah. She's like one of the boys. Oh. She wears glasses, but when she takes her glasses off, she's suddenly a model. And her hair is down now, too. Overalls, but sexy.

Yeah. It makes no sense, boys. Or the time I encountered a literal goddamn ghost. The office that day was empty except for myself, one other intern and the executive assistant who was sitting in the reception area. The other intern and I were quietly reading scripts for coverage on our laptops when I heard this kind of shuffling sound next to me. At first, I thought maybe I dropped something and turned my head to look only to hear as

clear as a fucking, um, as clear as fucking day, a woman's voice right in my ear say, help me. No, that's not what you want to hear. Go say. Without thinking, I jumped up and ran into the reception room and then had to explain to the executive assistant why I had freaked out. I was kind of embarrassed and expected her to think I was nuts. Plot twist.

She listened to my story, then pulled a key from her desk and told me to do the following. Take the key, go to the, into the CEO of the company's desk and unlock a certain drawer. Inside will be a bell. Now, take the bell into the room where you heard the voice, ring it three times, then place it in the center of the room and open the window or just quit your fucking job and never go back there. It's an internship. You'll find another one not being paid to have the shit scared out of you.

This is literally above your pay grade. This is, this is now like a six step thing where it's like, now you're in the Illuminati one. You don't bring the bell. Three times. Now you're the ghost. You live here forever. Now you're why the fuck did you ring that bell?

I was just an intern. Oh, they told me to now you'll be an executive assistant intern forever. You'll get the leftover sandwiches if you ring the bell. God, I took that for so many years. Okay, go on. Steel toilet paper from the bathroom. Will you intern? Ring the bell.

But sure enough, there was this archaic bell in the CEO's desk and there's, they included a picture and I followed all these instructions. It turns out there were many spooky things happening in that office and the CEO had been gifted the bell to help clear out the bad energies. That's who that was. From a fuck who? From that one psychic that has the white wire hair. I don't trust him.

Kenny, what's his name? You don't? No. He has a connection. Okay. I had never experienced anything in that office after that. At least I got to work and at least I got to walk away with a wild story. Hollywood, am I right?

Thank you for all you do. I work as a PA currently and your podcast has got me through some crazy long drives to set and other runs. I don't know what I'd do without it. Stay sexy and get a ghost bell, Erin. So can anyone gift a ghost bell and be like, is it like sage when your best friend gives you sage? Oh, we have a picture of the bell.

We have the bell. Oh, that's a creepy bell. That looks like a Catholic bell. Does it? That looks like the church gave someone a bell. It does. Maybe it was dipped in holy water. Exorcism bell.

We put that up on the Instagram. I love that bell. Yeah. I bet you this is the kind of bell that is only a CEO could afford because it's like some antique snake oil salesman that's like, I've got a $29,000 bell that would solve all your problems. $29,000 bell. I think one exists.

Let's look it up. Steven, you go on eBay and see what the most expensive bell you can find is. Thank you. Okay. Well, I read this one. Put in the search ghost bell, hashtag ghost bell. Yeah. Oh, and put in Kristen Bell as well.

Just see if she'll help us. She's so cute. She's so nice. I like her. Okay. This is called Spooky Divorce? Question mark. Yes.

And the answer is yes. Always. Hi, Karen, Georgia, Steven, Katz and listeners. That's nice to include them. I was recently going on and on to my boyfriend about your podcast and he piped up, well, didn't I tell you about the ghost that lived in my house? No. No, he had not.

Anyway, so he grew up in a pretty ritzy part of Rhode Island and one of those old houses that's big enough for him, the child, to have a whole basement level of the house to himself. The child? Him. The child. Right. Not the child. The weird child who follows them around everywhere.

Like that movie, did you ever see that movie, The Boy? And it was like the, it was a mannequin doll that was a little boy that looked a lot like Jared Kushner. Was this mannequin part two? It was, no, it was The Boy. It was, but it was the same idea. Got it. It was the horror version of mannequin.

That sounds fun. Okay, bye. So on one side of the basement, he had a living room with a TV and a computer and on the other end of the basement was his bedroom. I mean, it was all just one giant long rectangle, but you rectangle, but you get it. He said that for a while he slept on the couch in his room because the area of the basement near his bed was, and I quote, unnaturally cold. It was just the one area where his bed was.

A normal person would move the bed, but not him. He just slept on the couch. Not the little rich boy. Not the child. The child. The child. The child. The basement child.

So he said one night he was playing on the computer. I imagine Oregon Trail, but unsure and felt a chill run through his whole body. He quickly turned toward his bed and said, I didn't actually see anything physically standing there, but in my mind, I could see a little girl standing on the bed. She wasn't scary. She just stood there. So he like could see in a different way. Yeah.

That's scary. It's almost scarier. It is. It's like inside your head. Yeah. In your brain. And he knew that was the cold presence in his room. The girl.

Yeah. He said he never mentioned her to anyone until about 15 years later. He was talking with his mom and said, hey, have you any paranormal experiences before? And she replied, are you talking about the little girl who lived in our house? Oh my God. Around this time, she started, around the time he started seeing this little girl in his house, his parents were going through a pretty shitty divorce. His mom said that the little girl would appear in her room, sometimes with a jump rope or

hula hoop, sometimes just empty handed. She said she was really comforted by the spirit because she felt like she was there to bring comfort and a sense of innocence back into the house during such a hard time. She should have let the son know though. Yeah. Like, oh, I'm getting great vibes from this ghost baby. Yeah. She's cool.

You can sleep in your bed. Yeah. Don't be scary. My boyfriend didn't seem totally down with the friendly ghost, but apparently she was a source of great comfort for his mom. I think that's pretty cool. It's like we're always thinking of ghosts as being scary and haunting, but maybe they're just looking out for us too.

SSTGM, Ben, PS, I came from a family that watched Dateline as family after dinner TV, so finding your podcast this summer was truly the greatest thing to have happened to me. I love you guys so much. Also with the fuck mom and dad, I was like six. Thank you, Ben. What a good story. Yeah, that's scary. The plot of that story is also, I mean, that story is also the plot of the movies, the

sixth sense. Mm-hmm. What if ghosts are actually trying to help us? I'm comforted by your scary, scary presence, and it's not scaring the shit out of me at all. No, not at all. Come into my tent in my room and throw up, please. Let's play Tuesdays with Oregon Trail.

There wasn't Tuesdays. Worth there? Oh, Stephen has an update. Tuesdays. On eBay, the most expensive bell is a 1900 bronze bell, which was a gift of the Mexican president to actor Harold Lloyd. Yes. Want to guess?

Oh, $8,000? I'm going to say... Higher. $13,000. $85,000. Holy shit. Buy that bell. Buy it.

Buy it. Click it. Stephen, I'll pay you back. Click buy now. Oh, you just broke his phone. It's fine. It's fine. You owe him a bell, Karen.

Is this a picture of a bell on a shirt? What if they trick you into buying a shirt bell instead of the real bell? Look at how old that is. That doesn't look right. It's worth $85,000. This is the Liberty Bell of California. This is Hollywood's answer to the Liberty Bell. No, it's selling that.

And are they going to get the money for it? Let's see. Call them. Is there a phone number on that? They're also selling postcards of like old ranch houses for $20. These people know what they're doing. All right. Good for them.

It's a 1900 bronze bell. I'm buying bells from a state sales from now on. That's all I'm doing. Yeah. I'm going to be like, show me your bells that are $50,000 higher, please. I don't want to see anything less. Damn. Sorry to throw your phone on the floor like a brat.

It was a ghost. Subject line of this one, two coffins, one grave, my true family ghost story. Oh dear. Happy Halloween to Karen, Georgia, and all my favorite fluffy minions, including Steven. I found MFM during a dark time in my life and hearing about all the horrible murder has really helped. I have only been listening for about a year and a half and my home has never been cleaner. Aw.

Thank you for making me feel like I'm part of something. Thank you. Oh, we're listening. This is a story my dad told me about his grandmother when I was little and I've been fascinated by it my whole life. I've wanted to share it with you for a while and there is no better time than now. Halloween. Yeah.

In the late winter of 1940, my great-grandma Miranda passed away. Soon after, Laura, her daughter began having nightmares. Every night, her mom would come to her in her sleep and say, I'm in the wrong place. I'm in the wrong place. That is all Miranda ever said. I'm in the wrong place. Night after night, her mother appeared until finally the nightmares became so terrible Laura knew she had to do something.

She insisted that they exhume Miranda. No one would listen to her, of course. And she was dismissed as a hysterical, grieving woman. But Laura knew she couldn't give up. She knew something was wrong. She knew the nightmares wouldn't go away on their own. So great-grandma Laura was like fuck politeness and became so persistent that eventually they gave in and finally agreed to dig up Miranda's grave.

About six inches underneath where she had been, they found another coffin. What? Miranda had been buried in someone else's grave. The nightmares stopped after that. Stay sexy and always listen to your mother. Oh, that's it? Julie from Minnesota. No, Julie, I need more information.

That's it. She was buried in someone else's spot. Oh, that's chilling. I'm in the wrong place. I'm in the wrong place. Look, I killed the moth and now I feel really bad about it. He's in the wrong place. No.

Don't please don't haunt me. He's like, I'm the reason you have a Halloween costume this year. Aw. And you just smashed me. Shit. Sorry, friend. Okay. That's okay.

I only live about 48 hours anyway. That time I walked home at night and shit got strange. Oh. Dear fuckward murder mystery family. That sounded like they were insulting us, seriously. Dear fucking. Dear fuckward. Happy spooky Halloween month.

Let's get into it. Yeah. I have a close knit group of gals that I've been friends with for the majority of my life. Even though we all lead busy lives in different parts of the country, we all still try to reconvene in our little hometown in Ottawa, Illinois, home of the Radium Girls, 15 minutes from the Star Rock murders. Wow. The tradition is to have a sleepover at my friend Leah's home.

Her family lives two blocks from mine. I've always been the chicken shit of the group. Think of her and from stand by me. I was gullible, easy to scare, and I was always worried about getting in trouble. Yeah, but don't worry because when you grow up you're going to be really hot and cut. That's right. What's his name? Jerry O'Connell.

Yeah. On one particular reunion a couple years ago, I decided I would be brave for once and walk the two blocks to Leah's house at night rather than take my car. Carman footprint. I grabbed my overnight bag and pillow and set out for my harrowing journey. I had walked one block when I noticed something strange on the street corner. Standing on the opposite side of the road under a streetlight was a young boy, maybe 12 years old.

He was holding a knife. What? I'm not good with children, especially one's wielding weapons, so I hightailed it to my destination away from my actual nightmare. When I arrived I busted in the door and yelled at the other girls that there was a little boy with a knife outside. Naturally they all ran out of the house to see what the hell I was talking about. The little boy was still there and he had taken to repeatedly stabbing the light post.

Uh-oh. After he decided he had done his fair share of stabbing, he walked into the middle of the road, turned back to the streetlight and bowed to it like a full-on theatrical bow. One arm extended in front of him and everything. Yes. Oh, Karen just did it. Amazing. Yes.

Actors bow. We watched him as he walked away and when he was out of sight everyone busted out laughing. It was truly the strangest shit we had ever seen. I have no idea what the devil child was doing or where the hell his parents were, but he put the fear of God in me and gave everyone else a good laugh. It never fails that someone brings up knife boy at our reunions now. Stay sexy and just take your car, even if it's two blocks, Carly. For real, Carly.

You never know who's going to be out on that street. Yeah, but she wouldn't have had that story. You know what it puts me in the mind of, as our friend, a James Saw boy, but the vibe is totally different. It's writing your bike around chainsawing down telephone poles is a totally different energy. It's menacing. That's menacing.

This little boy stabbing a light pole, which means it's metal, which means that child's not okay. That's a cry for help. It's not as proactive. She should have asked if he was okay. She should have been like, could you give me the knife? Carly, where's your mommy? No, her name was Carly.

Carly should have said, where's your mommy? She should have said that to herself, and then driven herself wherever that inner child wanted to be. Carly, where is your mommy? Carly. Carly, where's mommy? Oh, Jesus. Okay.

Okay. This is my last one, and the subject line is the Halloween witch. Okay. I'm not going to read the entire subject line. It gets it away. Okay. Hi, I'm FM Fam. I'm a long time listener, but first time emailer.

I've been debating, sending the story in for a while, so I was excited when you asked for Halloween stories. When I was growing up, my mom told me and my siblings the story of the Halloween witch. The story went that the Halloween witch was a special witch who only cares. This is straight up some more Calgary of shit. My sister was constantly making up lies and scamming me out of shit when I was a kid. Okay. Sorry.

It's really getting me. The Halloween witch was a special witch who only appeared every Halloween night to get what she loved most, candy. She loved candy so much that her teeth were rotten from eating it all the time. She would fly around on her broomstick to different houses to see if anyone had left their candy on their doorstep. If they did, she'd take the candy and leave them a special treat. Every Halloween night, my siblings and I would not go home and count our candy like everyone

else did. Instead, we'd spend the night dividing up our candy to give to the Halloween witch. Oh, mom. Of course, you couldn't just give her all of the Smarties candy corn and Tootsie rolls and call it a day. No. You had to give her her fair share of the Reese's Kit Kats and all the good stuff. Supposedly, if you gave her all the bad candy that you didn't want, she'd leave you a bag

of coal. I suspect my mom borrowed from the Santa Claus stories for this. You have no idea how long it would take us to split our candy halls in half. Yes, we had to give her half of our candy. Oh, my God. Just like the government. So smart. With an even mix of good and bad candy.

Sometimes the debate between giving her a Twix or a Snickers was too much for us to handle. But it always paid off because we'd wake up the next morning to find a present on our doorstep. It was usually something we told our mom we wanted from the Halloween witch, which should've tipped us off. With the doorbell. After some time, we all knew the Halloween witch was like Santa Claus and that my mom, spoiler alert, had made her up.

Oh, my God. It took me, that was for all the people who needed to pause the podcast because people shouldn't hear certain things at certain ages. Oh, shit. Good call. Yeah. However, it took me until high school to find out that no one else gave up their candy to the Halloween witch.

In my defense, I went to a small private school with only like 10 to 15 kids in my class. That's not an excuse. I was talking with a friend about Halloween and saying something like, I remember going home and splitting up candy for the Halloween witch and she looked at me like I was crazy. Oh, God. I swear to God, I've lived this. She looked at me like I was crazy. Turns out no one else had a mom who cared so much about her kids having nice teeth that

she crafted an elaborate story so that they give up half of their candy and eat less sugar. Imagine that. I recently asked my mom what she did with all the candy. It turns out she and my dad would take it into the office and share it with their coworkers who must've loved them. Oh, my God. I said that she got the idea from a friend, but to this day, I've heard of no one else doing this.

My mom has always been somewhat obsessed with us having nice teeth, so I wasn't surprised to hear that that was the motivation for the Halloween witch. Part of me respects that she's stuck to the story for so long, and hey, I'm not mad that I got a nice present and made my parents more popular with their coworkers, SSDGM Alyssa. It's pretty brilliant. Do you know what the reason I'm laughing so hard is because when we were really, really little, and Laura and I had to take baths together, she would have us play a game called the Water Witch and the Bubble Princess.

She framed it like a game, so I was like, yes, let's play. Because to me, who knew which one was going to be the Water Witch and which one was going to be the Bubble Princess? You want to be the Bubble Princess. You want to be the Bubble Princess, but it would turn out, Laura was the Bubble Princess every time, and that would mean that she would take all the bubbles in the bathtub and pull them to her side so that she literally was sitting like past her eyes up in bubbles and I was sitting in water, and that was the game.

It took me forever to be like, I don't want to play this game anymore. You get all the bubbles. I'm calling her as a bubble print. I'm texting her right now and saying, what's up, Bubble Princess? The Water Witch says, hey, girl. The Water Witch, why didn't I know by the name of the game and how no fun it was that the second you got into the bathtub, you just didn't have bubbles anymore? Yeah.

It's hilarious. I don't want to be the Water Witch. That's why. Who knows how the game's going to go? Fucking big sisters, man. The worst. Okay, here's my last one. It's a little long.

Okay. Childhood Ghost Haunting. Hello, two-legged and four-legged pals. I have a spooky story I'd like to share that haunts me to this day. As a young child, maybe nine or 10, my family and I visited the Hotel Del Coronado on a family vacation. Well, at the gift shop, I picked up a book entitled Beautiful Stranger, the Ghost of Kate Morgan and the Hotel Del Coronado.

Ooh. One of the employees saw me flipping through it and told me that Kate's ghost is alive and well and haunts her gift shop by turning on fans and throwing books off the shelves. Brief backstory for those unfamiliar, Kate Morgan checked into the Hotel Del Coronado in November of 1892 and never checked out. She allegedly died by suicide, though foul play was suspected, on the back steps of the Del after waiting five days for her boyfriend, Tom, to meet her there. He never showed up.

She still haunts the iconic hotel to this day. Back to my story. For whatever reason, my parents let me buy this book and I read it cover to cover that night, beginning signs of a future murdering. One particular story stood out to me where a hotel guest took a shower and when they got out, Kate's initials, K.M., were written in the steam on the mirror. I excitedly shared the story with my parents, though they didn't find it as fascinating as I did.

We all went to bed that night, but little did I know that that would be one of the most traumatizing and memorable nights of my life. On 2 a.m., I got up to use the bathroom. The next moments are burned into my memory so vividly. I was sitting on the toilet half asleep and slowly looked to the right at the hotel bathroom mirror. On the mirror were the initials, K.M. Suddenly, everything turned into slow motion.

The room started spinning and chills ran down my body until I was completely numb, unable to comprehend the fact that I was in the presence of a ghost. I started violently shaking and began what can only be described by my parents as a fall-on panic attack. I somehow made my way out of the bathroom and tried to tell my mom what was happening but could not even form words. I pointed to the bathroom in between blabbering, sobbing, and shaking without even missing a beat.

My mom stormed over my dad and yelled, Look what you've done! I was so confused. She continued to berate him at the top of her lungs. Tell her you did that. What is wrong with you? Turns out the whole thing was just a practical joke my dad was playing on me by writing K.M. with a bar of soap and he assumed I would see it in the morning and laugh it off. I'm pretty sure I didn't stop shaking and crying until morning.

My mom was livid but my dad thought it was hilarious. It is hilarious. So this day he can't tell the story without laughing so hard he cries. Fucking parents. Quick note to end on. I have a theory that the real Kate is with me to this day. I revisited the hotels in Adele and bought an ornament and displayed it on my bookshelf at home.

I swear on my cat's life, who I love dearly, that one night while watching TV the ornament went flying off the shelf and landed at least six feet away from where I had it displayed. That's because your cat hid it off the shelf. Come on. Also the ceiling fans and microwave fan in my house mysteriously turn on every once in a while. Coincidence? Probably.

More fun to theorize about? Absolutely. Absolutely. So if you're sexy and don't play practical jokes on your impressionable daughters, Jamie. That is. Tell her what you've done. See, people always forget trick or treat. Everyone's focus is so much, oh, is this candy bar the best?

Which one is? Yeah. Which state likes which candy bar the best? Full-size candy bars are mini, fun-sized. Oh, I wonder. It's not really fun. The question is, what could happen to you that other people will think is funny because they see the big picture and that you because you're so freaked out about the vibe of the

evening. Oh, thank God no one I know is like trick people like boo, like jump out of from behind a, should we like make a plan for when we're together on Halloween that we will, we'll look at a scare each other one time. Okay. Sounds good. Should we shake on it? Yeah.

Boo. Boo. Boo. It's going to be a spooky Halloween. Oh, fuck. I bet you're good at it. I bet you're better than I am. I'm just going to like hide behind a bush and go boo.

You know what I'm going to do is I'm going to go and take all the money out of our joint account. And when you check our bank account at dinner, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, when my car gets declined when I try to pay. No, I got this with our, my favorite murder account. Oh no. You're a dick lot. That really is my number one fear, I think.

All right. I'm going to do it then. I already thought of it. You have to do it. You have to figure out my number two fear. Spiders. No. Failure.

Yeah. I'm just going to go, Karen, you failed. No. Okay. Yeah. Do you have a fucking hooray? It's time for the fucking hooray. Let's do it.

You want me to go first? Sure. Do you want to? Mine is just that I've been walking. That's good. Yeah. I've been really like not loving myself lately in a pretty strong way. I'm with you.

I'm hearing you. I feel it. It's the sake of buying a scale. Oh. Yeah, I know. Yeah. And I just can't fit into any of my clothes and I've just like not been stoked. And so I'm, instead of doing nothing, I'm trying to do something.

Good. That's all it takes. Yes. So I've been walking. You're pushing that. You have to push the boulder downhill. It has to get started somehow. And so doing something is the key.

Okay. Tiny baby steps. But also that's good because then it's releasing dopamine into your brain and making you feel better. You're taking charge of your chemicals. Right. And I'm getting some sun too, which I think I need to. Very good.

Like vitamin D. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And also just, is it that lovely track? Yeah. Awesome. Yeah. So it's like nice and listening to a book. I'm enjoying myself.

Why not? And maybe the dopamine will help with my self-esteem. I think it will. Because then you're also, you know, inside you're doing something for yourself, which is like right there as you've played a card in your own favor kind of. Yeah. I've been doing the same with swimming. Yeah, I know.

I'm so impressed. Thank you. Well, it's, it feels so good once I do it. Right. But I, it is unbelievable when I actually start to pay attention to how much I resist doing anything at all. Oh my God. Me too.

It's crazy. So it's like, I almost started just having to go like, I start, I hear the talk beginning of how I can't do it. And then I just don't listen and just go put, like put my bathing suit on really fast. Yeah. Just so I'll do it. Yeah. Yeah.

No. Oh my God. But my, that was me, uh, caboosing onto yours. Oh, please do. Um, so out of the way now it's mine. Get in here. Um, but also, but I would say also, and this is, this is purely for like the fun of it, but also I, I really find people like to make a lot of jokes these days about how like everyone's

into horoscopes and the trendiness of horoscopes, the trendiness of whatever. But I really find, I think it's just another step in people trying to become aware, like just give me some kind of sign of what should I be thinking of? What should I be aware of? And because it's like usually positive like ways to change and to become a better person. Yeah. I think so. Or at least just, why don't you pay attention to this like mindset where it's like, do you

need, are you being negative? Do you need to be more positive? Right. Are you looking at the world a certain way? Should you be whatever? Yeah. And I just want to say, if that's something that you like and you're interested in doing, my friend Arianna Lenarski reads tarot cards on Twitter.

So her at is a dream city tarot and she pulls cards for you through this little app and you actually pull your own cards and then she reads them for you and she's so good at it. You want to do it? You should totally do it. I'll give, I'll give you this. Well, you read my moon cards when we did a fan cult video recently. Yes.

I loved it. You were like, you're going to hate this. You're going to hate this. You're going to hate this. And I loved it. Oh, I'm so glad. Yeah. I think it's the kind of thing like, whatever it is.

I just like the idea of like, mindfulness, it's, yes, you can, you other outsiders make judge it as being woo woo or whatever, but who gives a shit? Yeah. You don't have to listen to those people. No. And it's fun to go, oh, like I find with my obsessive thinking and the things that I attach to and then decide are bad. I always like to judge everything that's going on inside me instead of just letting

it happen. And so it feel like looking into things like this. It's almost just like going, yes, you have this feeling or this energy in this area. It's fine or move it to this area or just consider this. Like it's always good. There's more, there's more options than just the one that your brain about automatically jumps to. Yeah.

And why not be like, oh, if I can access some like larger knowledge through these cards, that'd be cool. Sure. Why not? I mean, who knows? It's like, yeah. That Loch Ness monster's real. God damn it.

And you believe in Yeti. I'm just saying, look for the answers wherever they might be found. Okay. Please. Okay. In Loch Ness, Scotland. In Loch Ness, we trust. Thanks for listening to this very special Halloween episode.

We hope you guys have a really good and safe Halloween. Yep. Have fun. Why not give out full-size candy bars? Sure. Make it kids' year. Or just eat one yourself. Yeah.

Have a couple. No one to cut it off. Yeah. Don't be afraid to go walk around. That's right. And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye.

Elvis, do you want a cookie? Oh, it's a lot. It's a lot. Did that thing come back? Is it a zombie mom? It's a zombie mom. It's a zombie mom.