My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 138

Episode Date: September 2, 2019

This week’s hometowns include a hitchhiking scare and a home invasion.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We at Wondery live, breathe and downright obsess over true crime and now we're launching the ultimate true crime fan experience, Exhibit C. Join now by following Wondery, Exhibit C on Facebook and listen to true crime on Wondery and Amazon Music. Exhibit C. It's truly criminal. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. The mini-soath. This is where we read your shit back to you. You love to write us shit. We love to read shit. It's a perfect symphony of love and kindness. And reading. And reading. You go. Thank you. I go first. This is hometown all the way from Wales. Oh, yes. Greetings from Wales, Karen, Georgia and Stephen. First off, found your podcast last week. Have listened to it for a solid eight hours per day

and worked since. Good for you. Thank you for getting me through my monotonous job all day every day. Secondly, I am all caps gutted that I only just found out you'll be in London in November and I'm not in the country. Oh, so sad. Change your plans. For real. If you're so gutted, how about you cancel some fucking plans? Anywhom. Oh, here's one of my hometown would-be murders that is very close to me as it happened to my grandfather. So as I mentioned, I'm from Wales. Okay, quit bragging. More specifically, Abertylery, parentheses. I don't expect you to be able to pronounce that. Abertylery. We're saying Abertylery. It won't be Abertylery. A very small ex mining town in the Southeast. When my grandfather was young, he had a very tumultuous relationship

with his father, who in my nan's words was a very evil and cruel man. She often recounts the time she was in the house and he picked up a saucer and threw it across the room at my great-grandmother bursting open her face. Parenthesis nice guy. For absolutely no reason at all. So he and my grandfather would argue a lot. So it's basically this person's grandfather and great-grandfather. Okay, here my grandfather would argue a lot and one day he, the great-grandfather, picked up an axe ready to murder my grandfather in the family home. This struggling spilled out into the garden where luckily the neighbor prevented the would-be murder of my grandfather. Fast forward some years later and my great-grandfather has died. At his funeral they announced he had

written all of his children's notes to be read out at the service. In my grandfather's, he simply wrote, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. Oh my god, dad. My grandfather didn't live a long life and died in his 50s the year I was born after being plagued by ill health for many years. Make of that what you will. Sorry it's not super detailed because my only source is my nan who shrieks if she even sees a photo of him and can only speak of the man with her hands over her face. She is a little drama queen bless her heart. Also sorry for the spelling and grammar. I'm as dyslexic as fuck. Hey no problem. No judgment here. Do not worry. Stay sexy and cut ties with your abusive piece of shit father before he swings an axe at you. Lots of love. Rianne. Love it.

Right? That was great. Yeah. Fun. But not fun obviously. I mean there's I will haunt you for the rest of your life as a note from your father from beyond the grave is pretty fucking heavy duty. Thanks bro. Wow. This one's to you. Oh. This is called shut up and tell me the thing isn't necessarily bad therapy. Okay. Hey gang. On your show today you were talking this is last week. You were talking about how Karen couldn't be a therapist because of her bluntness but you might find it fun to know that some forms of therapy actually encourage a little bluntness at times. How much therapists can quote call out clients and how frankly they do it varies a lot depending on the type of treatment saying quote shut up and tell me the thing might be on the blunter end.

Remember when you were like shut up and tell me the thing. But I have said are you fucking kidding me when a client tried to downplay the progress they've made and my supervisor actually cheered for me. I'm a clinical psychology PhD student and I specialize in dialectical behavioral therapy which is a form of cognitive behavioral therapy that focuses on finding the balance between ideas have you heard of it. No. I.e. coming back from the edge when thoughts and feelings get extreme. Yes. Honestly it's hard to describe in two sentences without sounding woo woo but it's got lots of research evidence. I promise. One way that we find balance is responding to clients with warmth sometimes and responding with bluntness at other times depending on what the situation calls

for. Part of the reason why I love this treatment is because it's one of the most evidence supported treatments for people with borderline personality disorder and it helps a lot of people who feel hopeless but it's also kind of fun to be a ridiculous and therapeutic at the same time. I highly recommend you check out an example of the master in action in the link below and it's about Marsha Lionhan L-I-N-E-H-A-N the badass psychologist who developed BDT demonstrating bluntness balance with concern and understanding. I'm all about this. It's called dialectical behavioral therapy, DBT. I know this little glimpse of DBT doesn't fully do it justice but I hope you enjoy the taste. If you ever have questions about DBT or other clinical psychology stuff I'm happy

to try and answer them. Alex and it's signed Alex and that says girl which I'm only specifying because I want to respect women in research not because the binary is important. Thank you good point. Thank you Alex girl. That's awesome. I the entire time I'm like is that what my therapist does with me because she but she's always my therapist is so therapist is so kid gloves gentle that everything she says even if it is blunt is also said with the most loving mind voice and smile and everything is I hear that I hear you but mind to and tell the next day when I get a Venmo request that I fucking pay her because I forget to do it. And then she's like pay up bitch. Pay up bitch. Pay up. Nothing like a Venmo from your

fucking request from your therapist to make you feel like a total piece of shit. She's like how much more must I do. Okay this one I'm not going to read the subject line because it gives it away. Hey kids during high school I volunteered at a rural emergency room for three summers because I worked during the day I would usually volunteer late into the night until around 1am and although it was a small town I saw a lot I bet it's the emergency room. Yeah that's where everything happens but this story has never quite been topped. Love it. Here we go. Because this hospital was small and didn't have a psych wing patients brought in for any psychiatric reasons were put into an ER room in front of the nurses station. The room was really stripped down and

had almost nothing in it but a bed and if the door was closed a camera with a feed to the nurses station was always being watched to make sure the patients were safe. On one particularly busy afternoon a nurse was in the room cleaning up to prepare for the next patient and one of the can lights fell down from the ceiling. She didn't think anything of it and had a maintenance man come and replace the light. A couple hours later a nurse was again in the room cleaning up after the last patient and heard movement coming from the ceiling. Everyone assumed that there must have been a raccoon or something and called maintenance back to check it out. When they pushed up a ceiling tile to check it out though the young woman who had been checked in five

hours earlier only to disappear was staring back at them. Oh my god. The patient had climbed up the cabinets and into the ceiling without anyone noticing and slept there for five full hours before being found. Holy shit. The nurses at all just assumed she had gotten up and left. Say sexy and if you need a break from our broken mental health health care system go bless. Climb into the ceiling and take a fucking nap. Do not however use oh no. Do not however use a glass coke bottle as a dildo they will have to drill holes in the bottom of it to get it out when it inevitably creates a vacuum and gets stuck. The E.R. is wild. S.S.D.G.M. Emma. No. Somebody help me. Oh god. Listen that might go down as one of the greatest sign-offs of any

mini-sody male ever. Top that everyone. Just when you thought that wasn't enough of a story she came in with the coke bottle dildo. Oh my god. Jesus. Okay. Jesus help me. Okay. This is one this one is called close call with and I'm not going to tell you who. Okay. Greetings and salutations to the royal family of true crime. Wow. Well well well. Thank you. Finally we're getting the respect we ask for constantly. So I'm a murderer from the U.K. and recently had a family reunion after much food and wine my parents who grew up in the sixties and seventies began telling stories of their youth which is always fascinating. My dad told a creepy story about hitchhiking in his flower power days and how a man had tried to assault him as he was driving.

This prompted my auntie who grew up in Gloucester. Gloucester. Gloucester I think. Gloucester to chime in about her experience. She said that she once went to the cinema in the evening with her friend. Oh someone's fancy. Oh someone's in the U.K. The royalty. Oh did you go to the cinema in the evening. And when the movie finished they had missed the last bus home. At the time with no Uber or mobile phones her friend who was more outgoing and wild than her suggested they hitchhike reassuring me aunt that she did it all the time so my aunt agreed. A man stopped for them claiming to be a policeman and he was nice and kind to them saying it wasn't safe for two young girls to be out at night. Later though my auntie who

was already wary noticed that they were going down a dark country road that she didn't recognize and the man started slowing down. She said his whole demeanor changed. He told them that he wasn't a police man and he started looking left and right as if to check if the coast was clear. He then said in a sinister voice you know you really shouldn't get into cars with strangers. You fucking asshole. Then as my aunt was shaking in fear in the backseat her friends of the most badass thing ever. Well you don't think I'd get into a car with a stranger without a knife do you? Of course she didn't have a knife but this must have scared the weirdo off as he dropped them safely home afterwards. Really? Yeah. This scared my... He made a huge U-turn. Yeah and I know where

you live. Goodbye. You seriously? Yeah maybe. I don't know. Found the problems. This scared my auntie from ever hitchhiking hitching a ride with anyone again but it didn't stop her friend who continued a hitchhike particularly to a disco that she went to every Friday night. Jesus. Apparently she would routinely get picked up by a couple who would drive her to and from the club. The woman she described as quite talkative and the man who seemed quite quiet. Quite quiet. She eventually stopped going to the disco after getting weird vibes from the man and that was that. Years later however when Fred and Rosemary West photos were on every newspaper she realized that she had been catching a ride with two horrific serial killers and could very well have been a victim herself

if it wasn't for her intuition telling her to stop. Oh fuck. Rest assured I sat with my eyes wide all through the story and couldn't wait to share it with my favorite podcast. Stay sexy and always go to family reunions. You never know what kind of crazy stories your relatives are sitting on. Love you guys Lucy. Fuck Lucy. You know what I'm gonna say to Lucy? Blimey. That's wow. Yeah. Double story. Double. Oh my god can you imagine being in a car with Fred and Rosemary West? No. They're so creepy. I bet they smell like ivory soap and fucking hair pomade and blood. They smelled like dirt and blood. There's no way. Ew. Okay. Here you go. Okay. We're gonna wrap it down on a kind of a light one. Great. And I'm not gonna redo the subject line. Okay. Know that I think

you're both amazing, hilarious, and gorgeous but let's get to the story. Thank you. How nice. Here's my hometown murder. When I was in my early 20s so like maybe eight or nine years ago I moved into a house with three other girls slash co-workers slash friends. We threw a party for New Year's Eve at like 1 a.m. and a quaint and stopped by the party after leaving the bar and looked totally freaked out. She's like this is the house my biological father was murdered in. Bitch what? It says it on the paper. It's a separate paragraph by itself. Bitch what? So she leaves and comes back in half an hour with a DVD of forensic files season 10 episode 34 bump in the night and it's my fucking house. Holy shit. Her biological father was murdered in the late 80s

by his ex-stepson for his mom to get the life insurance money or something crazy. He broke in a window and bashed him in the head, tossed the weapon on a roof of a commercial building up the street. Our town, Cape Gerardo, was pretty small so there weren't a ton of murders. My roommates were creeped out but as a lifetime murderino I was stoked to live in a murder house or just that simple. It's just that simple. What the fuck? She came back with forensic files in her hand. Can you imagine looking at the room and then looking at the forensic files and then looking at the room? Oh my god. Oh that's awful. Was it her dad or her stepdad? Well it said biological father. Oh so maybe yeah. Makes it sound like it's something maybe she found out later. Jesus

that was not lighthearted. No you're right it wasn't. I have one more do you want to? I kind of saw the forensic files part and it was just like oh yeah I love that. Hello MFM crew. I want to write you this email because it's a cute cat story and a weird thing that would only happen to my sister. Here we go. She says a few months ago in our semi-small town of London Ontario Canada my sister went to bed and woke up around 3 a.m. to her cat Peanut meowing in her ear. I fucking get it. She opened her eyes and noticed a strange figure at the end of her bed. No. Looking closer she realized a man who was very much naked was watching her sleep. No. She said she remembered that someone said if anything strange happens to never overreact just in case they try to hurt you.

She looked at the naked man and said could you please leave and shut the door behind you. He never said a word and he left with no issue. When he left she called the cops and my mother who just laughed hysterically. Mom. Yes. The cops showed up but the man had ran out the back door only leaving a sock and a cigarette. Upon inspection they realized the man had eaten her food and taken a shower. They blue lighted her room for fingerprints and asked her every detail of the event. They told her the cat was very smart and could have saved her life or saved her from getting raped. Who knows what he wanted with my big sis. Right. The local newspaper even wrote an article about it. Of course they did. Anyway they found the man. It wasn't very hard

since he was the only one walking around naked down the street. Turns out he was homeless and just looking for a place to stay warm he noticed that my sister's roommate never locks the door and he crept in when they went to bed. Anyway I love you ladies so much. I'm heading to university in September 2020 to study criminology thanks to you ladies. Maybe I'll write in again later about how my mom was kidnapped in Thailand. Oh my god. Please do. Stay sexy and always look out for naked men. Gabby. Gabby Jesus. And then she says and this is a theme. P.S. sorry about my spelling or punctuation errors. I'm dyslexic. Yeah. It's like she this was perfect. You're not alone. Yeah. You're not alone and this and you wrote this better than I ever would have. You're doing great.

Also what amazing advice. Yeah. Don't overreact. Like you scream it makes them freak out whatever. Also make sure your roommates know to lock the fucking door. Lock we I mean I know how many how many needle points do we have that say lock your fucking door. It's really and like it sucks to live with someone who doesn't care and do that shit but you know you just got to be vigilant. And you got and you've got to be the one that makes them understand it has to happen. It's okay if they've lived in the middle of a cornfield their whole life and they're like it doesn't you be the one that's like no no. And they're gonna be like you're paranoid everything's fine. So what. They're wrong. Everything's fine until it's not fine and there's a naked fucking guy

watching you sleep. Don't make it easier for someone to fucking just like get into your house by leaving the door unlocked. There's no benefit to unlocked front doors. None. What do you you want the outside world to think you're chill. Knock it the fuck off. But you're not scared of your neighbors. Be afraid of your neighbors. What is that. So I'm sorry. So safety's uncool. Yeah. Are you fucking. Do you know where. Put your seatbelt on. Put your seatbelt on. Get insurance for fuck's sake. And get your teeth fixed. And get big long white rabbit teeth. And then you can be beautiful and live your life. Live your life. Oh stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. Elvis do you want a cookie.

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