My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 127

Episode Date: June 17, 2019

This week’s hometowns include a family murder and an alligator attack. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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studios. That's right. Ding, ding. Let us tell you them. I go first. Sure. This just the subject line is regular old hometown. Oh, great. Nice. Dear MFM crew, my hometown murder is from Westchester, Virginia. It is a small town known for their annual Apple Blossom Festival and not much else. Our story begins in my son's kindergarten class. My son had made his first best friend, James, and James invited him to a birthday party at his house. I brought him to the party along with four other parents. James is a wonderful kid, but his family members were a little less than savory. His mother, Lisa, had removed the screen from the front door so she could hang out the door frame and smoke instead of going all the way outside. Oh, like one of those double half-split

doors? Yeah, she turned it into like a Mr. Ed horse door, but for smoking. It's kind of brilliant. That's epic. That's like a fucking 80s mom right there. For real, because she's being considerate and not getting that smoke into the pancakes as she makes them. Oof. Uncle Billy belonged to a motorcycle gang, the Warlocks, and gave each child a dollar in between pound and Keystone Lights. Yes. It's a real favorite of mine in my 20s, Keystone Light. At 10 a.m. at a child's birthday party. Ooh. Hey, look, some parties. Where more do you need a Keystone Light than at a child's birthday party? They call it brunch. You call it brunch? Don't act like... Or a child's birthday party. It's so much fun with the screaming. The dad, James Sr., had the longest pinky nail I've

ever seen. What the fuck? It was a real work of art. As a parting gift to this lovely party, Grandpa made sure to show each child how he could make his false teeth move up and down while still in his mouth. I mean, what else are grandpa's for? That's amazing. I would be at these people's house every weekend. Absolutely. I'd be like, when are you going to start showing us the guns? Right. You adopted me, guess what? Guess what? I'm here for the... I want to be here when you go for a wheeling. Yeah. I want to be here when you all start a weird fight over a fire. Okay. Okay. Fast forward a year later, James and my son are still good friends at school. When one day, my neighbor told me about a murder in our subdivision. Turns out,

Lisa had arranged to have her current boyfriend, Chris, and an accomplice murder James Sr. according to our local newspaper, James Sr. and Lisa were in the middle of a split because she'd recently gotten back together with Chris. So, James Sr. went to stay with his cousin. God, I hope all these names have been changed to protect the innocent. Yeah. Anyway. Are there any innocence in the story aside from the children? Who knows? Think of the children. Only the children. Only. So, James Sr. went to stay with his cousin, who lived in my subdivision. James Sr. roomed in the basement there, and Chris and his accomplice broke in, stabbed him multiple times, and ended up slitting his throat. Oh, God.

That's horrifying. James Sr.'s cousins were upstairs asleep. James Sr.'s the pinky guy, right? Or the keystone guy? No. I think he was just the dad. Got it. Yeah. I don't think James got mentioned in the kind of character. He wasn't interesting enough. Sorry, you were exactly right. James Sr. had the long pinky nail. Thank you. I apologize. Thank you. I apologize, and I apologize. Thank you. Okay. So, James Sr.'s cousins were asleep upstairs. They heard nothing, but when they didn't see him the next morning, they went down to check on him and discovered his body. It's horrifying. Once the body was discovered, the first place the police headed was Lisa's house. They found her and Chris asleep in a shed behind the property. Okay. Why? Yeah. Is that like me

falling asleep on the couch because I'm watching TV? What are they doing in that shed? Yeah, that's a good question. They were watching British procedural. God, if I had gotten that out of it would have been funny. Because everyone else in the family would give them too much shit, so they have to watch them in the shed. They don't get us. Okay. Okay, go. He was arrested immediately. Chris was convicted to murder and received two life sentences plus 25 years. Much later, Lisa was convicted of being an accessory to murder and sentenced to 10 years. The motive was murder was quicker and easier than divorce. Oh, it's horrible. James still went to school with my son until third grade. I don't know what happened to that poor little boy,

but I can't help but think that he's probably better off not being under the care of his mother. Stay sexy and don't let a drunken warlock give your son money at a children's birthday party. Beautifully done. That person makes themselves completely anonymous, but then everybody else just look up those names. Yeah. Okay, this one's called cigarettes kill, but can also find a killer. Okay, hey gang. So I've had a couple of crazy fucked up things happen in my small south Texas town. I fucking bet you did. I bet you did. But feel the closest connection to this one. So here we go with periods. That wasn't my emphasis. Love it. Back in the spring of 2006, a local CPS worker, which we all know is child protective services.

That's right. Who was 53 at the time disappeared from her home. The next day her body was found still in her pajamas in a field, still in her pajamas. And she had ligature marks on her neck and wrist. There were also signs of sexual assault. Immediately, the person of interest was you guessed it, her boyfriend. She had been dating a pretty well known business owner in town on and off for the past several years. He also happened to be the father of a guy I went to school with. We weren't super close, but we had mutual friends and he had come to some of my parties back in high school. The boyfriend admitted that she had come by his house earlier that night to discuss rekindling the relationship, but claimed to have no connection to the murder, right? The

cops weren't able to link him to it either. People then started wondering if the murder could be related to one of her CPS cases that she had worked on. Oh, yeah. The case seemed to go silent at least in the media until five months later when I was home for summer break at my parents' house and news broke that there had been an arrest. Apparently, when the piece of shit dumped her body in the field, he had flicked out a cigarette butt next to her and then it says, what is this amateur hour? The cops had been surveilling their suspect, not sure why they decided to focus on him. When one day while following him, they were able to scoop up a sig, he had thrown out the window and it was a match to the butt found at the crime scene. Wow. Ready for this? Turns out the killer

was, then it says drum roll please, the motherfucking son of the boyfriend. What? Yep, the guy who used to come to my parties at my house. Oh my God. This is like the best written one because like casually mentioned like, oh, this is my connection to it and then it's like boom. Yes, well done. He tried to claim that they were having an affair and were having rough sex and it was an accident but everyone thinks that's bullshit. It is. To avoid a possibility of the death sentence, he took a plea deal and is currently serving 20 years for kidnapping and a life sentence for the murder. So thankfully, he will never be able to attend one of my epic ragers again. Thanks for all your hard work ladies. You've provided me with countless hours of entertainment during work, traffic,

and community service. Don't drink and drive people. Yeah, that's right. Wow, hoping to catch a live show the next time you make it to Texas until then stay sexy and don't smoke sigs. Jay. Jay. Wow. Jay, you gave it, you gave that one, you're all and then you left a little something of humility at the end. Humility and great advice. Great advice. Drone driving, I've talked about this before. It shouldn't even exist anymore. There's lift, there's all kinds of ways you can pay people to give you a ride. Right. Don't take your events and I like we're going to dinner. We won't take our car anymore. Right. Because it's like we're going to have two drinks. That's too many for me to drive or for him to drive. It's not worth it. It's not. It's not. And but also good to mention

because there's they there's there's all the repercussions afterwards. Like you could hurt somebody badly. You could kill somebody. It's going to cost you a shit ton of money. Like 10 grand or something. So much money. You could go to jail, which is then there's the emotional effects. But then also I bet community services isn't that fun. I've had to do it. Have you really? Yeah, I did community service. For what? For shoplifting? No. I think it was the drug one. Did you have to wear a reflective vest? No, I had to I had to work at this fucking creepy dudes, like like metal yard. What's it like scrap yard? Yeah. Yeah. And he like was he was creep. But like all my friends had gone to him when they had community service. Yeah. I had great friends.

That's where all the girls went for community service. Where all they went. And so I was there with diamond and he was hammering something and the hammer slipped out of his hand. He was probably drunk. It hit me in the toe and he was like, good thing you have steel toe boots on. And my fucking didn't. And I was like, okay, that's it. This isn't about me. Stay safe and sane. Okay. This just says hometown story. Great. We're getting we're getting back to basics on the mini so it's hi Karen, Georgia, Steven, pets and anyone else I missed. Well done. I'm a new murderer. No thanks to my girlfriend who was a huge fan of you guys. I always racked my brain for hometowns to send in. But growing up sheltered in South Orange County led me to not being very

exposed to any crime happening in my area. Are you familiar with South Orange County? I'm from South Orange County technically. Is that your spot? Or it's like Irvine is like the beginning of South Orange County up to like the San Diego line. Oh, so we're talking the La Jolla area. We're talking we're talking San Clemente Laguna Beach. Is that a Richie Richie Richie? Some and then there's also meth. Like it's just like there's a little of everything there, at least when I live there. Okay, okay. When I told my parents about your podcast, I asked them if they had any hometown crime stories they could think of both of them growing up in Southern California and being children of the 60s and 70s. My mom remembered the hillside strangler fears when she was at LA Valley

College in the 70s. Wow, that's right there. Yeah, she said that she was very aware of the story but didn't know many of the details. One night when she'd come back to her home in Burbank, she had seen a car waiting in front of her house with someone inside. She waited in her car for 15 minutes with the doors locked to see if they would leave but they wouldn't. Worried, she honked the car horns for her parents knew she was home and so they might come outside. They did and my mom ran past the car to the front door. Good for her. So smart. Such a smart person. She remembers watching outside to see what the car was doing. It would just move to across the street, down the road one house, and then back to the front of her house. Just periodically moving their parking spot.

They called the police because my mom was freaked out. When sirens could be heard down the street, the car bolted. No. She doesn't remember how many people were inside or what kind of car it was. So I don't know if there were two people or if the car was the two-toned sedan like you mentioned in episode 114. But she definitely remembers it happening at the same time and being totally freaked out. That's my hometown. Thank God nothing happened but still think it's a fun, scary story. Stay sexy and don't get kidnapped right in front of your house. Johnny from California. P.S. Congrats on the new book. Oh, that's nice. One of my best friends. Shout out Abigail Irvin has one of her pieces of art in it. Thanks for supporting her. Hey, Abigail. It's the one that

the long stick figure so talented. What's her Instagram account? Is it just Abigail? Her art is beautiful and moody. The first time I saw it, it was the one of the three of us standing together with the butterfly. It's Abigail and then ERVIN, the butterfly and the cats. It's so cute. But you know what I was going to say? One of the main reasons I read this one because I did this story so knowing that was a thing they did, they would basically surveil women that they would follow home. I mean, if it's not them, it's some other fucking creep. So the idea that she was smart enough as a young college student to just be like, no, I'm not just going to get out. I'm not going to tell myself I'm wrong to be weirded out by this.

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to whom it may concern. Mm hmm. You asked for drive through stories. And while this didn't happen to me, it was in my hometown. In 2016, a guy threw a live three and a half foot alligator through a Wendy's drive through window. What? What? And it says, of course, this is in Florida. Apparently at 1 30 in the morning, he ordered food at the speaker drove up to the window. And when the employee went to hand him his drink, he threw a gator inside and drove away. This is look at three feet. That people put three feet up in front of you. Put your hands just outside of your shoulders. Yeah. And then put sharp fucking teeth coming out of one end of it and and like a yellow eye with a split down the middle like the devil himself. That's right. Oh my god. And

he drove away. He claimed it was a prank question mark. I thought the person working in the window was the guy's friend, but I looked up articles on it just now and it turns out no, the poor fast food worker was just trying to make it through the night shift. He was a swift. Oh my god. Oh, my god. Let me see. Let me see. There's the okay, it's bigger than three feet. There's no way that's three feet. Stephen just held up the picture from Facebook and he looks pissed. He's pissed, but they this is the this is the problem with the like modern prank culture, right? It's pranks are for friends and people, you know, and people that understand and are into it. You you throwing an alligator to fast food worker is a full on assault. Yeah. And like unnecessarily bizarre.

Did he order his fries without assault? No, no, no, no, no. No, you cut that. Stephen, you're fired, but it wasn't great. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Also, the shame is a good part of puns. That's true. That's part of the experience. I can't stop my mouth from saying that. Yep. Listen to what I just thought up. Can you put that photo in the Instagram as well? Because also, he didn't care about that alligator. I know. He just threw it and left it behind. I don't love alligators, but don't be a dick to them. Yeah. Okay. I thought the person working the window was the guy's friend, but I looked at the articles on it just now and it turns out that no, the poor fast food worker was trying to make it through the night shift was a stranger.

Bullshit. Uh-huh. The judge sentenced this doofus to 75 hours of community service. Oh, a theme. Didn't do that on purpose and a $500 fine and gave us this quote, in my view, there is absolutely no excuse for taking an animal, particularly an alligator, and throwing it through a window at a total stranger. And then it says, amen, judge. Hold on. Now, if I was in front of that judge, I'd be like, but- However. If you saw that fast food worker and they were wearing crocodile shoes, and then you were from PETA, so you're already kind of on the edge, and then you go and you're like, is this how you feel about alligators and crocodiles? Your honor, I'm trying to lighten

the world a little with love and joy and funny stories. Could you imagine? I'm just saying picture in your mind. Yeah. Yeah. This guy looked bored. Okay. Thankfully, no one was hurt, including the gator, which was released back into the wild. Oh, good. Yeah. Okay. As for my hometown, that gator, like, to all his friends, was just like, I think I was kidnapped by aliens. You won't believe this. Really disturbing, and it smelled like french fries. And they're like, Chuck, we don't believe in aliens. Chuck, you're crazy. Chuck, don't be crazy. And they all look exactly like the alien from Alien. Oh, that's cute. Okay. As for my hometown, I grew up down the street from a cemetery, and with a mom who was a murderino since before I

was born, we went to the cemetery a lot, despite not knowing anyone buried there personally. Oh. Because it was a quiet place to ride our bikes and rollerblade. Sure. My mom would always point out, the mom sounds amazing, my mom would always point out the graves that she knew the stories behind, which rubbed off on me. When I first started dating my now fiance, I gave her the murder tour of my town. Thanks for not running away, sweetheart. The one I remember the most was the grave of a teenage girl named Rachel Hurley. On March 17, 1990, Rachel was out boating with her friends and was supposed to meet her mom in the parking lot of a nearby beach. She never showed up. Her family and friends searched for her for hours in the rain, and they finally found her

that evening in the woods on the shore. She had been raped and strangled, and she was just 14 years old. The 30th anniversary where death is coming up and her case is still unsolved. Oh no. I know. The local sheriff's office made a Twitter account for her at Rachel Hurley 90. Will you spell that? R-A-C-H-E-L-H-U-R-L-E-Y and then the number 90. I hope that the online community of Sleuths can help finally crack her case. Yeah. Mom used that story as a warning for me and always told me to stay away from the woods. I'm fucking telling you guys at the beach, no matter how fun they looked. I'm 33 now and still look at them with suspicion. Anyway, thank you for putting into audio form the conversations I've been having with my mom since childhood. Stay out of the forest, Sarah.

Yeah, Sarah. Wow, that was great. Thank you. Yeah, great job. So much. God, that would be amazing if Citizens Sleuths who are solving cases left, right, and center every day would take up, because it's the 30th anniversary, would take that up and see. It's just a 14-year-old girl's rape and murder unsolved for that long. It's just there's no reason aside from not having evidence, you know, but yeah. Well, and it's DNA. Because I've been watching since we're off the road, I really miss forensic files. And so I went to Netflix and just started watching it that way. But it's so funny because it sounds like that's right in that time where it was like just beginning. The DNA thing was just beginning. And there was little bits and then they destroyed like

evidence trying to get that. Yes, you're right. Right. So it's like the re-approach and retesting stuff. I wonder if that could really make a difference. Do it. We say the name one more time. Rachel Hurley 90. Okay, great. On Twitter. On Twitter. Awesome. Now listen to this subject line. We didn't stay out of the forest and we almost got murdered. What is happening? This is my to be. It just says yellow. I love it. Like the color. Yellow. I know one of the first rules is to stay out of the forest. And of course, SSDGM. But when I was a junior in high school, about 10 years ago, my friend and I may have broken the staying out of the forest rule and I'm so happy we stayed sexy and in fact did not get murdered. So it was a weekend on an early

summer day and I was on my way to my friend Chloe's house. We were planning on camping out in her backyard and having a fun girls night with high schoolers essentials, shady weed and a handle of $10 vodka. Oh, God. Can I just say this about the bad vodka? Yeah. Whatever you need to do, whether it be just save for another week or steal $10 out of your mom's purse, which I'm not in advocating yet at the same time. You just said it. You don't have to bottom shelf the vodka. Yes, you do. Get up out of the winners cup area and get into some decent brand. It'll kill you. I feel like the my years of hangovers from shitty alcohol has made me drink less in general. You know, like even now when I can afford a Tito's, let's say. Oh, I see. You know what I mean? Like I

don't overdo it because that one night on my 21st birthday when I drank just absolute fucking bottom trash covered in dust in the back of the fucking shelves at the liquor store and vomited in the gutter. Yeah. So don't do that again, Georgia. Okay. You know what? You're right. These are guardrails in high school. We put up for ourselves where it's like, yeah, I will never drink gin again. Well, I won't drink anything again. But I really, if I had to go back, I would never go back. Just don't buy the shitty whiskey because that'll give you a fucking hangover. Buy the shitty vodka. What are we talking about? The shitty vodka is better than the shitty whiskey. I'm just saying, you deserve better than the shitty vodka. No, you don't. Not if you're 20. John Karen does his

thing. You mess it up with pink lemonade. That's right. She messed it up with pink, pink, pink lemonade. Okay. It was midday and we were having some lunch before we were going to pitch the tent. That's also smart. Put down that base layer of food. 100%. If you're going to drink $10 vodka. There you go. Chloe, being a year younger than me and not quite as rebellious as myself, was worried that her parents were going to smell the weed because our tent was going to be so close to the house. They would have. I told her not to worry, but if it made her feel better, we could move further back into the yard. That's when Chloe had the bright idea of camping in the unoccupied summer campgrounds that the entrance was right next to her house. Have you ever seen a horror movie?

I mean, they were like, do you want to stay here in the safety zone or do you want to go into the living horror movie? Oh my. Okay. Amazing. Of course, I obliged. I was used to camping in the woods. I was a boy scout at the time in parentheses. I'm a girl. I love it. So we told her mother our plans and we loaded the tent in the back of my truck and drove down the long camp driveway deep into the forest. Horrifying. This really is the beginning of a horror movie. For being in the summer camp, there weren't many open spaces and it was quite wooded. We found the most open area we could near a cabin and set up camp. Before long, it was getting dark. So I'd started a fire and Chloe and myself had started our night of doing

bad things like that high schoolers shouldn't do. After a few hours, we were drunk and high and decided it was time to go into the tent and fall asleep. I doused the fire pretty well, leaving a small, small flame. So we didn't. So we had a little light. Don't worry. I'm from New England. Everything is wet and I wasn't worried about wildfire. I trust you. Thank you. The Californians and us thank you. If you can start a fucking fire in the woods, then you know enough about it to take care of it. Yeah. I couldn't start a fire and I shouldn't be left alone with a fire that someone else started. Yeah. Therefore. Therefore. Look, you can rely on a girl boy scout to get in there and handle shit. Clearly,

that's what she's about. That's right. She's a truck for fuck's sake. Yeah. Hell. Come on. Okay. So we were laying down for a few minutes, still laughing and giggling when we heard a stick break like something or someone was walking outside. That's when we noticed. See, this is when $10 vodka does not help you. That's right. That's when we noticed the fire was much bigger than it had been after I threw water on it. I told Chloe not to worry that it probably just relit itself like fires do sometimes, which that never happens. But when I peeked out of the tent, I noticed two or three new logs had been placed on the fire and then 25 exclamation points. So Chloe and I started to panic and my truck was as good. It was a good 50 feet away and we

were not about to sprint that far with someone outside our tent. Then we heard fucking laughing and at least two male voices. Chloe was crying at this point and I told her we had to get out of there as fucking soon as possible. All caps. Thank the good Lord. I had one bar of service on my phone and we were able to call her mom to come and get us. Oh my God. Longest five minutes of my life waiting for her car to pull up. We grabbed our backpacks through all of the water on the fire, hopped in Chloe's mom's car and noped the fuck out of there. We then came back to the next morning to get the tent and my truck. And as I was too fucked up to drive the five minutes down the trail back to Chloe's house. That's right. Stay safe and sane. Yes. That's really,

it was a really good call. Yeah. We never found out who it was or what their intentions were, but I will absolutely never camp in the forest again unless there is at least 10 people. Stay sexy and fucking just stay out of the forest to avoid potential murder. Bails. Hilarious. Great job. Really good. That was an epic story. So good. Okay. Here's my last one. Okay. I'm not going to tell you the name of it. Okay. But it's lighthearted. Hey Georgia, Karen, Steven and all furry associates. I've been listening to your podcast since January and have now completed all the current episodes. I'm obsessed. I don't have a hometown to share, but I figured you two would love to hear about the time my older sister and I's dress up went horribly wrong. Yes. We

originally from NYC, but we moved up state when I was nine and my sister was 12. So we can have a better life. AKA my parents, student have to worry about us being kidnapped when we walked home alone from schools. Yes, they do. Yeah. Both of my parents are in the NYPD. Oh. And all we knew about their jobs at that time was that they were basic cops. And sometimes we would be left alone in the house while they worked overnight. Onto the story. My sister and I were home alone during the first few weeks we had moved into our new house. Since we had come from an apartment, we were fascinated by all the closets in our new home that my parents were using for box storage till they could unpack. Like what a thing that you don't think about that you're like, I'm from

an apartment and then suddenly you have closets. Oh yeah. Closets space and why are there so many doors? Yeah. Being the nosy little shits we were, we snuck into our parents room to go through the three closets they had. While going through my mom's single closet, my sister had come across a bag we had never seen before. Upon further inspection, we realized the bag was filled with all caps, wigs, so many colorful wigs. What? Obviously this revelation meant one thing, all caps, fashion show, 9 and 12. Oh. How fun. Like you stop fighting for 10 minutes so you can fucking have a fashion show. So you can do a full on wig show. That's right. We got all dialed up in our Sunday vest with neon wigs and danced through the house to old J-Lo songs. Hell yeah.

It was magical. Until my mother came home early to find my sister and I not in bed and each sporting a three foot long blonde wig. How fun. Like I want to do that now as an adult. We should. Yes. Wig party. Let's do it. We thought she would be mad but she burst into laughter and took a million embarrassing pictures. Okay, please send us one of those and we'll post it. We'd love it. After she calmed down, she sat my sister and I down to explain where the wigs had come from. It was then that we learned that my mom was no basic cop. She was an undercover narcotics detective. Hell yeah, she was. She used the wigs to go undercover to clubs and gang parties to burst, nope, to, yeah, to burst drug dealers it says. And she meant bus. I think so too. Or burst

them like balloons. Yeah, burst their egos. Low, both low level and kingpins. Wow. I always knew my mom was a badass but I had no idea she was out in the streets keeping us safe while also rocking the perfect lavender bob cut. Stay sexy and maybe don't go through your mom's closet and play with wigs that most definitely have gunpowder on them. Okay. Oh my god. I love it. So many good ones this week. So many good ones you guys. First of all, please, if you have a wig party this week because that email that we just read you, please send us pictures. Yeah, please do wigs. Wig party. Thanks for listening you guys. Send your shit to my favorite murder Gmail and also our brand new beautiful website, my favorite murder.com. You can submit your stories there and it's so gorgeous.

Take a look at what we're doing over there. There's some polls you might want to take. There's some fan cults you might want to join. The fan cult is so much better. Yeah, it's awesome. It's so exciting. Thanks guys. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Bye. Elvis won't cookie.