My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 18

Episode Date: February 13, 2017

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Family meal. It was one of the saddest. It was the family meal of the saddest family. I had a burrito with a whiskey. I had taco, two tacos and french fries, which I had to stop eating because I was like, this is wrong. This is against God. Do you know what the secret to Del Tacos? This is not a fucking plug for Del Taco. Well, it is because it's fucking great. But you know what the secret is to their french fries is their guacamole. If you dip their fries in the guacamole. So what you're saying is the secret is being shit-faced drunk? Yes. I mean, that's the secret to everything. To life. Especially these days. Yeah. When you texted me like, does anyone want anything from Del Taco? I'm sort of crying. It's like, I didn't even know I wanted anything.

It's kind of, I bet you that's how Postmates was born is like somebody else did that for someone where they're, because what's better than someone bringing you fast food? It's so shameful to eat that somebody taking it to your door and being like, hey, you don't even have to risk being seen in the Del Taco drive-through. Yeah. Oh my God. That's my biggest. Well, not anymore, but when I had fucking crazy eating issues. Yes. The thought especially, like if I go to a fast food restaurant with someone and they'd go to the bathroom when I sat there alone and the thought of someone driving by and seeing me sitting inside a fucking Del Taco alone at nine o'clock on a Friday night, which is like fun when you're with your bestie. Right. But then suddenly you're alone. Oh my God.

I would be like, can you just wait? But can you just not go to the bathroom? But these days, if you think about it or like from the 40 year old perspective, 40 plus, it's actually a political act to sit alone in a McDonald's like fuck all y'all. I'll do what I want. Your shame slowly dies when you get older. Yeah. You start to realize how much A, nothing matters and B, everyone else is so consumed with their own shame. They're not paying attention to you. Yeah. I mean, we've all, everyone's done worse things than sit alone in a fucking Del Taco. Way, way worse things. You're probably an angel. That's chances are. I used to have it. I tried to write a joke about this for one time. I was like, got pulled up and the girl was like, hi, welcome to McDonald's. How

are you? Or it was when I got to the pay window or whatever where she was being overly solicitous. I was like, hi, how are you doing tonight? I was like, obviously not good. If I'm here, I don't want to talk to you about it. Like take my money. Do not make eye contact with me. This is a shaming moment. I don't want to be here. No, nobody does. Nobody wants anyone to be there. It's not good for you. Everyone wish you were having a better night. I wish I was that kind of girl. I had a friend who was very thin all her life and she was the kind of girl to be like, oh, do you want to go get french fries? I'd be like, yes, every moment of the day. That's why I can't. Let's get a side of a fucking entire cheeseburger. Yes, with that. Let's get four things

pretend we're ordering for our family at home. Let's do that too. Yeah, there's some that we could just do this for days because that's for the eating disorder podcast. We should have our, yeah, our third weekly podcast is shame, shame. Things were shamed about shame, shame, not, not shamed anymore. That's right. It's also called shame. Right. And we get sued by showtime or HBO. We're not sure. Right. Anyway, we told you this is your home to burp. It's going to be a burp burp burp. I mean, I burp a lot anyways, but you giving me permission by burping too is going to help me. Yeah, I'm going to kick it off. Please do. Let's try to punctuate each hometown murder with a large and a raucous del taco belt. Let's do it. Here's my first one. It's the subject

line is hometown murder, Amsterdam, the Donald Duck killer. Are you ready? All of this sounds fun. How's your mind working right now? Fun. Do you imagine that this killer is a guy with a speech impediment who is naked from the waist down? That's the first thing that popped in my head. Not what I was thinking a sailor in a blue outfit with no pants. I was thinking like a like a wild Halloween party in the sky in Amsterdam because I heard they have a wild Halloween party and he's dressed. The years makes way more sense. I mean, there's so many possibilities. Steven, you want to make a guess of what could possibly be going on. Oh, you know. Oh, yeah, you know. I think that he is in California and it has nothing to do with Donald Duck or Amsterdam.

That's not even an answer now. He's just like a stoner in California that loves Disneyland. Yep. Ready? Yeah. Hello, ladies. First, I want to say that I am obsessed with MFM. You guys are so funny and I and I thanks to you and becoming Oh, God, it's commas. I thanks to you and becoming an expert on American murder, crime and punishment, whichever is kind of weird and pointless for someone living in the Netherlands, but whatever. All those that was so charming now. Those misses. We love you, whoever you are. It's a Sané. Donald. What? It's the murderous duck writing firsthand. Okay. This case is from 1971. This case, sorry, from 1971 became known as the Donald Duck murder and it happened in a park in the south of Amsterdam, Beatrix Park named after the queen.

We have to look that one up. I bet she's pretty awesome looking. Yeah. Queen Beatrix of Amsterdam. Yeah. Or the Netherlands. She's like a like, um, Alison Wonderland character. Yeah. You think so? She's got like, um, her head is way bigger than the rest of her body. Yeah. And that like the thing that looks like a coffee filter is her collar. Yeah. Yes. Yes. Okay. Um, so, oh, it's in a nice quiet neighborhood. I was born 12 years earlier and have many happy memories of the park. So hearing this story was very shocking. I love, I was, I'm sorry. This is the last, I was born 12 years early earlier. I was 12 years old. Right. I love that. Okay, good. 12 years. Everything is from before or after this Donald Duck murder. Okay. We're like, Oh, I was born 12 years before the

Donald Duck murder. Were you born B D D or B D post D D. I went to the prom three years after the Donald Duck murders. Okay. The Donald Duck killer became a sort of boogeyman for children in the neighborhood. I would imagine and a way for parents to get their kids to listen to them. Be careful. Think of the Donald Duck killer. That's fucked up. Yeah. Okay. I know one person whose mother said that to him. It still sounds horrifying. Maybe it wasn't. Yeah. It was never another lens wide trend. Just some psychotic psychotic mother. Yeah. Okay. Gerard spree, spree out S P R U I T spree. Sure. I realize you will be butchering all the names in this story. But I get that Dutch names are crazy. They are. I have no idea how to pronounce it. They don't

make sense in terms of English letters. Okay. He was a door to door seller of magazine subscriptions in the neighborhood next to the park. And he delivered Donald Duck magazine. Oh, no. Fuck. Kids would always follow him around because they had a cart that had the Donald Duck logo on it. Red flag. During his trial, he admitted to molesting the boys that helped him deliver the magazines. Okay. Okay. Here's another terrible name. Boss. Blomena was not laughing was a nine year old boy that sprue it. We're not laughing at the name. We're laughing at how I have no capacity to even pretend that I can pronounce that. No one thought you would. Okay. Boss. Blomena was a nine year old boy that sprue it saw playing in the park in August 1971.

He lured him to his house strangled him and dumped the body in a rolled up rug outside the city. The police didn't have any clues, but the rug, the entire rug. Well, the rug was very distinctive. Oh, and they thought it would help them find the killer. It was showed on television and the spruits and spruits wife actually recognized it, but he convinced her not to call the police. Is that that entire patch of rug I cut out last week that matches the rug that the kid was found in? It makes me think I should call the police. You're being crazy again. Am I? I'm sorry. Take your pills. Take your pills, honey. I'm sorry. This is this thing I do. Three years later, another child went missing from the park, a girl this time. Helene Isaac was nine years old and

spruite had also got her into the house. He thought she was a boy back in the seventies. Boys and girls looked more alike. I think when he realized his mistake, he got so angry. He strangled her. He hit the body in a laundry basket and dumped it in another park where it was found the next day. Oh honey. He was arrested because lots of people noticed that the magazines were delivered hours late on the day Helene went missing. That's a weird clue. Like he wasn't like, he didn't have, you know, irritable bowel syndrome. Like they were late. He must be the killer. Well, because up until that point, he was fucking right on time with his little cart. It's so dark. Yeah. When confronted by the police, spruit admitted to murdering the little girl and the

police connected him to the murder of boss three years earlier. Turns out spruite had multiple convictions for rape and molestation of boys going back to 1943. What the fuck? He himself had been abused as a boy by a priest in the Catholic boys home where he grew up. Spruite was convicted for 20 years of manslaughter, convicted to 20 years for manslaughter. But when he came up for parole, he was 20 years. Yeah. There was an actually an exclamation point after that. He came up for parole. He was still seen as dangerous and placed in a mental institution. When he got denied parole again in 1988, he committed suicide, which he probably should have done before he started killing and abusing children, but okay. So that was my hometown murder. I didn't want to say it.

Love. Sana said it for you. Love for ma'amster dam. Sana, you can mention my first name, but I don't expect you to be able to pronounce it. It's not Sana. I mean S-A-N-N-E. Sunny. Sunny. Sunny. Shade. It's Shade. That was great. Really good. That was like, yeah, I dig it. All right. Well, this one isn't necessarily a hometown murder, but we got a present that we love. Oh, yes. Getting presents. And it's, it was three candles. And so one of them was for Steven, which like warms my fucking heart. Yeah. It's by someone, her name's Lauren, and she runs a company called Boozney Arts B-O-O-N-Z-Y. And she sent us a present, which we fucking love. And so I'm going to read this. We started reading this like card from her and they were like, nope, we're saving this. Okay. Hey there,

Karen and Georgia and Steven. Thanks so much for making such a fat fucking fun and hilarious podcast that has united us true crime wearers across the world. Hey, I think my curiosity about murder began when I was a kid in Tucker, Georgia, and our adult neighbor across the street shot and killed his father who lived with him. Three weeks later, my stepdad moved us into that house because, quote, he got a good deal on it. That's when we stopped reading or like saving it. Can you imagine? Can you imagine? A couple of weeks later. Did you hear what happened across the street? Ooh, that's so creepy. And then your dad's like family meeting. Three weeks later. Family meeting. Gather around. I got everybody Del Taco. Gather around. I bet he made all the kids carry the

furniture across the street to the murder house. Oh, pick a bedroom. I saged and clapped the corners. Everybody were fine. No, I'm not telling you what room it was done in until you pick your bedroom. Because I don't want to hear it. I want the fighting. You know, just pick your, the blood stain. This pretend it's not there in the master. Okay, and over it. My business in is boozy. Boozny arts. And I make geeky and pop culture themed candles. I've been selling these. Stay sexy. Don't get murder candles for a while, but only recently got access to your post office box number access. Yes, I live in Los Angeles, but no, I won't be visiting the post office where your box resides. The fragrance is called fresh grave. Yeah, which is wet earth and roses. That's hilarious.

I thought it was Jasmine. Yeah, really funny. That's creative. I was donating. That's amazing. I was donating 20% of the proceeds from this candle to end the backlog, but recently changed the receiving organization to Planned Parenthood. Nice. I'm horrified. What should we what the new and official as of tomorrow president has in store for women like us who don't just shut up and look pretty already and donating a Planned Parenthood is just a small way to battle this deep despair. Thanks again. Hope you guys continue to grow your podcast and have fun with it. Cheers, Lauren. Thank you, Lauren. Cool girl. Yeah, way to take action. That's that's badass. Boozny arts. B O O N Z Y arts.com. Boonsie. Boonsie. Boonsie. What did I say? If the ends first,

but you're correct. Boonsie. Yep. Totally. No offense. How much like how bum would you be if like the whole she was like, thank you, thank you. You're fucking saying my company. Thank you, except for that's a different company. That's actually that makes porn gifts. And so I don't please don't associate me with that. Boonsie B O O N Z Y arts. Man. Nice. Thank you so much. Thank you, Lauren. What a lovely gift. Can I tell the story of that? Georgia also, she goes, we got some presents. And so she was opening them and she goes, she was opening the second one that she goes, do you want to do you want a part of this? Are you do you want it? And so she hands me, she opens the box and hands me one of the things inside and I'm opening it really slowly.

I'm like, Oh, we don't even know. This is so creepy. We don't know what this was. There was no card. There was no nothing we open. I opened mine up and it is just like a porcelain goldfish from the sixties that you'd hang on the wall and you held it and go, Oh, you got really happy about it. Look how cute this is. And then Georgia goes, Oh, I ordered those off the SDS for my bathroom. Oh, shit. Thank God the card said, thanks for your Etsy order. Otherwise, I would have been like, Oh, those are mine. Yeah. I was like, well, I demand to keep what I open. That's the law. And I suggest that we just smash both of them just to be fair and start over. Yeah. All right. Number two, meet Cleaver murderer caught after firebombing a mosque. Oh,

how timely. All right. Hi, Georgia and Karen. I only recently found your podcast and I'm so glad I did because it makes me feel a lot less weird for being some girl who's obsessed with murder. Hi, I'm a PhD student in Scotland and I listened to your podcast on the lonely, lonely rainy walk to and from work. It brightens my day. Just so you know, this is from Claire. Claire, I lived in Glasgow when you were in that TV show, that love movie. Remember, I made you be in a, what was it called? Did you say love movie? Yeah, what are they called? A romcom? Yeah. I made a whole narrative of you being in a romcom. And it was actually just kind of in, it was like an arty channel for dramedy or something. I don't really know what it was.

But I don't know. I just, I just got the thing of like, I know where she's talking about. Yeah. It's actually quite a, quite a large country. Is it? I don't really know. Okay. So she says, I'm emailing in because I thought you might be interested in a strange but little known murder case that happened in my hometown. Chantel Taylor was a mother of three. She had a very hard life and lived in an extremely deprived area of our town in Birkenhead. Her aunt had previously died suspiciously and her brother was killed by his ex-girlfriend. Chantel was grief stricken and she sadly became a heroin addict and started working the streets. She left her house one night in March 2004 and was never seen again. As a teenager at the time, me and all of my friends

vividly remember seeing missing posters for her everywhere for over a year. The trail went cold. 18 months later, after the London bombings, a local mosque was fire bombed in a revenge attack and a jacket left at the scene was found to belong to a man called Stephen Wynn, a builder and former army guy who was childhood friends with Chantel. When he was arrested for the attack, police searched his house and found a 14 page document hidden under his sink, which contained his life story and a poem he had written about killing a woman who he described as quote worthless and quote a junky whore. They also found a number of other disturbing items, including a set of weapons encased in a concrete block in his back garden and buried bin bags containing shards of bone,

bloodstain, clothes and sheets. He cracked under police questioning and claimed that he met up Bushantel that night to smoke heroin and attacked her with a meat cleaver when she stole some of his drugs. Then he dismembered her body in the bath and hid it in water tanks in his attic, keeping her there for months, even as his three year old son played in the house. The smell apparently became unbearable and then he moved and he then moved the body hiding parts around the town and stripped his wallpaper carpet clean so that he would not get caught. He encased the murder weapons and tools in a concrete block and planned to hide them under the foundations of the house. To this day the only remains of Shantel that have been found are the shards of bone he

accidentally left in her clothes. My partner was in the same class as a sibling of Stephen Wynn and to my knowledge his family have mostly disowned him. He was sentenced for 18 years to life for the murder of Shantel as well as some other sentences for the mosque attack. He was recently allowed out into the community for a visit to his sister's memorial without the knowledge of her family, which is heartbreaking for them. They don't get a fucking visit. I guess they do. Wynn still refuses to tell investigators or Shantel's family where he hid her body parts so they were only able to bury her bone charge though they continue to search. I find this case so strange mostly because of the shock of seeing the fallout from the size of the murderer's family

after growing up seeing these missing posters all over town. I also find it bizarre that he went to such lengths to cover his tracks. It took them six months to gather DNA from the house because he cleaned it so meticulously. But they knew it was her right? Like yeah. I guess so yeah. But after all that he ended up getting caught because he decided to carry out an impulsive terrorist attack and left poems about the murder in his house. Jesus. I also see his sibling a lot and wonder how they cope with knowing that their brother is capable of such terrifying things. I hope you find this interesting but even if not thanks for giving me a chance to tell this story Claire. It was very interesting Claire. It's so sad. That one fucking piece of shit who thinks

he's fucking better than everyone. But also that like she makes a really good point that he had gotten away with murder. Yeah. So he was clearly crazy in that way of like keeping that he didn't have to keep any of that information or any of that stuff. I don't think he left his jacket at the scene of the bombing. You know some people would say like oh he wanted to get caught. But like I don't think something you're just fucking stupid. Sometimes people are just fucking stupid. Maybe. And bad at criminal. Or bad at criminal. But he was good at criminal up until that point. Yeah. So then he does an impulsive thing like I don't know. Just it shows that it's not a person that's like it's not like he's completely not going into some deviousness. It's like obviously

and also just the way he wrote. He keeps poems under a sink like that alone creeps me out. The judgment of her for being whatever he said like you know bad person and the judgment of the people in the mosque is just like the fucking delusions of grandeur motherfucker. Right. Looking for a better cooking routine with meal planning shopping and prepping handled. Hello Fresh has you covered. Hello Fresh makes home cooking easy and affordable so you can stay on track and on budget in the new year. Hello Fresh meals are convenient seasonal and delicious. Stay cozy all winter long with classic comfort foods available weekly. Why stop with just dinner. Now you can enjoy Hello Fresh's expanded menu of quick lunch solutions weekend brunch simple

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All right. So Linda. Nope. Lydia says hi there. I love your podcast. I heard your requests for people's hometown murder stories. I have four. Oh and three of them I personally knew either the victim or the killer the force was my dad's college roommate. What where does this person live? Uh let's looks like maybe Ohio. Okay. Murder number one the video game killer when I was in college this kid from my hometown in Wellington Ohio. I knew his older sister and had been to their house before and met him once. He shot both of his parents in the head after they took away his Xbox. His mom died. His mom died. His dad survived. It was horribly tragic as his dad was a local pastor and his mom was incredibly influential in local charity work. I'm a dick.

Murder number two Matt Hetzler a kid I went to junior high with. He was really weird and quiet and I remember trying to talk to him once and telling and him telling me to fuck off one day. One day I walked up to his sleeping dad one day he walked up to his sleeping dad and killed him with a shotgun. He then went back downstairs and watched TV like nothing was wrong until the blood soaked through the floor and began dripping down near him and he couldn't hide it anymore. He called 911 and reported it as if he'd just found his dad like that. Some former classmates and friends of mine are in this video. I think it's a video of like the news report. Number three a good friend of my family called up one day and told us that she'd found her daughter dead in the apartment

the daughter lived with lived in with her husband and two toddlers. The girls were still in the apartment and had been sitting there for two full days when their grandma found them. No she couldn't find her daughter and their mom until she opened a closet and found a woman crumpled up and stuffed in a garbage bag. She'd been stabbed dozens of times and her bed was soaked all the way through with blood. Remember that day vividly because my mom asked if I'd go to the house with her to help the mom clean it up after the cops were done there. No I helped carry the blood soaked mattress out to the dumpster. Holy shit. They thankfully caught and arrested the husband and the two little girls are now in high school and they're just the sweetest kids in the world. Their grandma

raised them and did a really good job of it. She made sure to keep the details out of the press so they never had to hear about it from somewhere else. That poor grandma. Poor grandma. That was her daughter. Her sweet little. Fuck. Oh my god. Okay that's so awful. Tragic and the thought of carrying a mattress out. I mean Jesus Christ. Yeah. Well I was this in the 90s or a while ago? I know it sounds like it. I sounds like it. I mean don't they have people that do that professionally? I think that that you can't dispose of stuff like that anymore right? What would hope? Let's let's just say that's the truth. Let's say that they have has met people. That's heavy. Dude. I can't believe this person is normal enough to fucking write this email. I mean Jesus. I would

be ruined. Okay murder number four finally. My dad's not finally but like and and in conclusion. Yes. I wasn't okay murder number four. My dad's college roommate and good friend at Claremont McKenna College had a really rough go of things. His mom committed suicide during his first semester of sophomore year and my dad said it seemed like after that he seemed like he was a different person. He'd mumbled to himself and stayed alone in his room with the curtains drawn all day. I do that. He stopped going to class and drowned and dropped out soon thereafter. A couple of years later my dad got a call telling him that his old roommate had killed two random people with a ball peen hammer. Oh no. What's that? That's the it's just the hammer that's hammer on one side and then

two stabby things. No the two stabby things is a normal hammer and the a ball peen is the one with the rounded thing on the other side. Okay. Pretty sure. Okay. He later told my dad everyone will let you know if you're not right. I mean can you imagine the wave of carpenters that are going to just they're just going to attack me on Twitter. He later told my dad that he'd heard voices in his head telling him to do it. Oh my god so his dad talked to him after. I'm not really sure where he is now but I know both my parents visited him in prison. I didn't realize before how many murders I had been near. Where to think about that? Sorry these are so sloppily written. Oh honey. Are you kidding me? They're not but I felt like they were stories that should be told. I'd appreciate it if

you didn't use my last name if you happen to mention this on the podcast. Thanks Lydia. Lydia holy mother. Honey get some therapy. I mean that's just there's just so much here's that here's actually the thing that I love is that she's the kind of person that saw that there was a kid in her school that didn't talk and seemed sulky so she tried to talk to him. Totally. That's what stuck with me where I'm like and then he was the kind of person I was just like fuck off as in I am not safe don't stay around me or like please try harder not that that's you know what I mean like that's not true probably but like or that's not gonna work on me yeah like this is worse than this isn't me like trying to like listen to goth music and be sad. I'm so far gone that I can't even accept that.

Lydia. Lydia, Lydia. Those work great you guys keep sending them in your hometown murders. Hometown can meet college hometown can meet your parents hometown or their college or just some some story that you know that like affected you. You don't have to have gone to college to like I sure didn't. I didn't either. I mean I did for a little bit. Me too. And then I was like this isn't for me. No. I sure don't like it here. Yeah. Math is hard. Send them to my favorite murder at Gmail and we will maybe get hopefully get to them I think. Also math isn't hard for women. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. Bye. Elvis you want where is he? You want a cookie? Elvis want cookie? He's coming in from the other room. Elvis you want a cookie? You did it. Okay. Bye.