My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 228

Episode Date: May 24, 2021

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What? The many so. Thank you for joining me in what was, could have been a real embarrassing moment. I've taken improv. I know how to. Yes. And life. Yes.

And me so hard. My head is spinning. Can you feel the agreement going up your spine? Yes. Into my head. And that's right. You. You agreed and heightened.

Right. Yeah. I've taken improv one twice. Hold on. Wait a second. Ring ring. The groundlings. Yes.

She's here. Okay. Let me see if I can patch you through. I'll take it. The groundlings scholarship right on the mini so. This is powerful stuff. Right. To the top.

Of the groundlings, which is a, actually a one story building street. On the roof. Right to street level. Wow. And this is what you can expect from this mini so today. And from our new live improv show. I'm agreeing, but it sounds like I'm fighting. Oh man.

I have some stories from level one. Actors boot camp. Let me tell you right now. My agent made me do this. And I'm going to be the best in the class. To impress the teacher. And how did it work out? I quit after like, okay.

So one and a half. Twice level ones, I guess. But guess who made friends with the teacher. Guess who made friends with the teacher. Georgia. That's right. Cause she's a kiss ass. But sorry.

I took a whole round of classes or one. And a half class. A round of classes. Oh, that's not quitting. That's overindulging. You overdid it. You're wrong on the other side. Now you just know, and insulted my.

Correctly insulted what I am capable of. Which is true. Which is, which is clearing level one of an improv. You've done it. Sorry for the insults. I graduated high school, but I fucking graduated. So that's all it counts. Right.

Do you want to go first on this? What's supposed to be a podcast? Let's do it. Ready for some blue liquid. The subject line of this is my mom meets a fruit stealing axe murderer. Cool. Hey, I'm FM gang. In the early nineties, there was some crazy shit going down on

Seattle's Queen Anne Hill. It's a pretty residential neighborhood with quaint houses where you walk to bakeries and the metropolitan market. But in 1990, there was also a dude breaking into people's houses and just eating their fruit and leaving. Three days later, a resident comes home to find the axe. He stored in his carport lying in the middle of his living room floor. And then things got weird.

In March, someone broke into a basement with a pickaxe, but bailed when the owner of the house turned on the lights. Presumably there was no fruit to be found. Four days later, this sweet old lady named Geneva McDonald was found brutally murdered in her house. She'd been repeatedly struck with an axe and stabbed with her sewing scissors, and then her throat had been slit with a knife. Oh my God.

Who on the. The investigation kicks off and during the police lockdown, the fruit eating axe man of Queen Anne strikes again right under the cop's nose. A guy down the street from Geneva's house wakes up to see a guy holding a kitchen knife at the foot of his bed. The investigation plays out, but there's no suspect. People are freaking out, including my dad,

but my mom is cool as a cucumber. Her guard is up, sure, but she figures the police have it under control and their fruit bowl is safe. During the following months, the crazy fruit breakings continue and my very reasonable mom is on edge. Then in September, someone breaks into a house, eats all the fruit and scrawls the killer's back on the wall before leaving. How have we never heard of this?

I've never heard of this. We're going to have, definitely have to check it out. Yeah. About a week later, my mom was walking down the street in the general vicinity of the house from that break in and she sees a guy calmly walking down the street with an axe. He makes super confrontational eye contact with her as he's approaching and right as he's passing her,

he smiles so serenely without blinking. Of course, my mom doesn't have a cell phone because it's a 19 fucking 90. So she speed walks to the grocery and calls my dad yelling, I walked past the axe murderer. Oh my God. He tells her to call it in. So she calls the tip line and they calmly and carefully inform her that they already have someone in custody and the police are wrapping

up the investigation. What? Yeah. So like it's not him basically. It's some asshole trying to freak people out. You have probably. I'm going to scream. Okay.

So my mom feels pretty ridiculous and my dad thinks she overreacted. But as my mom maintains quote, why in the world would you be walking down the street with an axe? Maybe he just wanted some fruit. No. And there's no. That's it. I feel like at this point we need to take the rest of the episode to

talk about this one. I mean. And the rest of our lives. That's I can't. There's so many things. Yeah. An axe murderer in Seattle. I feel like I want to think I would have heard of that before.

But I never have. That's amazing. It was in the 90s. I. Yeah. I would like to go ahead and I'm sorry. I'm not. Your dad's probably a fine person, but that was not an overreaction in any

fucking sense of the word. No. Not at all. That's the. If there's a. That's the chillest. Yeah. Yeah.

If there's an axe murderer on the loose in your neighborhood, everybody gets to do whatever they want. They get to call call home, they get to run at the grocery store screaming. Yeah. I get to it's all valid if they got a weird feeling about a random person, but this person had the murder weapon in the neighborhood with a creepy look in his face. He should have been arrested simply for being a fucking dick.

Well, right. Because that's a it's basically like that was from 1990. That was a troll. That's that was a real life troll. Oh my God. He's trolling the neighborhood. Yeah, he is. All right.

Quite literally. I mean, if you don't cover this one so we can get all the details, I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what else I can tell you. Because I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but clearly I am. But fucking do that story. You're going to go writing a note so I feel good about this. I'm going to call Hannah and just be like, Hey, I know she didn't say she

wants to do. Okay. This is called bras in the wood chipper. Oh, this is a little long, but it's worth it. I promise. Well, intros are overrated. Let's get into it. My husband is a lineman.

The high wire electricity one, not a football player. Yeah. Did you know about that? I didn't know that was the thing. Well, fire. Fire. You know the Wichita lineman that song. That's what that song.

I had no idea. The reason I know about it is because my Aunt Joe. Yeah. Joe Brown was the first female lineman in San Francisco for the Pac-Bell Company. Steven, you're making a face of, you know what it was too. Am I the odd man out here? No.

I didn't have no idea what a lineman was. You're just, that's cause Steven doesn't have a mustache anymore. And it's easy to project any emotion into his face. I'm a blank canvas. Everything seems valid. I see some five o'clock shadows. So he's working on it, which we all appreciate. Okay.

And he is usually among the emergency responders to a scene at a scene of an accident or house fire or sometimes robberies. He usually works 36 hour shifts during big storms, intense cold or wildfires. He loves his dangerous job more than anyone I've ever met. And I love how much of himself he pours in to ensuring the lights are on. Right. I could go on forever about how much I admire him, but gag. I know you want the tea.

All the caps on this. Okay. This week he was responding in a traffic accident call. A bucket truck with an attached wood chipper had swerved to avoid missing a deer. And on the slick country roads had lost control and rolled into a ditch, knocking the utility school onto the cab of the truck, spilling their load of wood chips into the road, opening most of the workman's cabinets onto the truck and scattering the contents throughout. The two men in the truck managed to climb out of the window of the truck that was now

stuck on its side. My husband showed up and the men were covered in blood and shaken, but otherwise okay. As they waited for an ambulance to come, the man told my husband what had happened and showed him how they got out. These dudes had missed being electrocuted by a mere few inches. Yeah. Yeah. Once the men were being looked at by at EMS.

Oh, this is another husband shaming wife story. I just realized and taken to the hospital. My husband and his crew got to work when they were able to safely get a closer look. They noticed bras and panties were shrink throughout the wreckage in my husband's own words, an alarming amount of undergarments. Uh-oh. The tow truck showed up and my husband and his crew helped to roll the truck back over and get it loaded up so it was out of the way of the pole they needed to remove and

replace. It was at this point, they noticed that not only had the bra and panties come out of the workman's nooks in the truck, but they were shreds of fabric and more quote undergarments in with the spilled wood chips. So a few hours later, my husband comes home from lunch and is telling me the story. I immediately asked 200 questions he had no answers for. Did the police show up? Did they ask about the underwear?

Did they take it into evidence? Did you see blood on or in the wood chipper or its chips? Hello. These are basics of amateur detective work. Have my countless hours of forced true crime documentaries and endless podcasts taught you nothing. For real. Drag alongs.

Am I right? Yeah. For God's sake. Yes. You are. He said the police, sheriff's department and state trooper were all in the scene at one point throughout the ordeal and they all just laughed it off. Me, however, I cannot let this go.

I have not stopped thinking about it and looking up any relevant information I can find or crimes I may have been able to connect to these tree trimmers and their doubtfully harmless affinity for women's underwear. Anyway, please tell me I'm not insane for thinking all of this is Red Flag City. As an aside, thank you for spreading awareness about mental health and its many struggles. Y'all are a huge reason I just started to start a blog, openly sharing my struggles with postpartum depression and psychosis, which does not get fucking talked about. I think it's right.

And through doing so have connected so many other mothers who thought they were the only ones who had a baby and went crazy. There is so much power in knowing you are not alone and her Instagram is at postpartum psycho. Wow. Wearing on your sleeve. I love it. Stay sexy and thank linemen for working those polls and keeping you turned on Tiffany.

I get it. Cute. Cute. Good one, right? Tiffany, you're a thousand percent right about this is like it reminds me of, you know, 70s and 80s when people are like, Oh, the old peeping Tom in the neighborhood, funny dumb thing that it's like, you mean step one of being a serial killer? Yeah.

Like there's someone should be asked some questions about what the, where those clothes came from and who put them there and why they're there all of these. Maybe they were doing the last weekend. Yeah. I feel like there have been, you know, one woman on the team who was like, that's not what happens at the end of our cycle of underwear. And we don't just casually, that's not how you get rid of, I have, there's so many. So play this for your husband, please.

Shame on you, sir. However, thank you for your work. We appreciate it. Okay. Take two. I'll leave that and take it out. Thank you. Yeah.

I mean, hey, look, because there, it could be that the driver of that truck bought brand new women's underwear and just had like a chipper issue, whatever. But let's not just assume it's a funny joke. No. Underwear stealing could be a bad thing. Okay. Q10 emails from woodchipper owner saying the thing that greases woodchipper's best, you didn't know this and that's okay, but I wish you would read this on the podcast is undergarments.

That's the only way to get it cleaned out. Dear woodchipper owner, you're full of shit. Yeah. We see you. What you don't know is that, is that we got Siri to reverse record you. Oh my God. I love it. Okay.

The subject line of this one is, we saw a lot of Lerona kind of, howdy beautiful people and pets. I'll save the pleasantries for later. Let's get into it. Growing up, my mother tried to shelter my sister's knife from anything horror or true crime related. So why would they all have done that smart? Obviously, it didn't work because here we are now.

Anyways, unlike us, my cousins were exposed to all of that stuff at a very early age and they knew every Mexican folklore like the back of their hand by the age of five. So one night, my family and I were driving back to drop off my cousins from spending the day with us. My older cousin, we'll call him Taylor, decided this would be a great time to tell my younger sister and I about La Llorona. For the audience who isn't familiar, La Llorona or the weeping woman is a Mexican folklore about a woman who drowned her children for a man.

But when he said he no longer wanted to be with her, she was so overcome with grief that she drowned herself and she now haunts the waters crying and looking for children to take. Oh my God. Uh-huh. My mom quickly turned around and told him to stop lying to us and lying in quotes because she didn't want us to get scared. His response was to insist she was real and that she steals little kids like me and my

sister. Oh. Cousin's man. Right? The power of cousins. Uh-huh. Right when that happened, my dad stopped the car and screamed and there she is pointing to a woman crawling on the side of the road soaking wet with her hair covering her face.

No. However, this wasn't La Llorona. Just a drunk woman leaving the bar trying to walk home in the rain. Oh no. My sister and I were completely lost, but my cousin was scared out of his mind. Yeah, I can bet. My mom said she remembered little tween hands pawing at her face from the back seat yelling Aunt Judy, Aunt Judy.

My dad ended up driving off with my mom laughing. My cousin traumatized. My sister and I confused as to what the hell just happened. Thank you ladies so much for always accompanying me on my commute to and from work. I even got my mom listening and she loves it. She actually wanted to send in this story, but she's not too savvy with computers and then in parentheses. Love you, mom.

Stay sexy and don't walk home drunk. You might scare the shit out of some kid. LJ. I do feel in my heart nowadays we would have picked that woman up and that kid would have been doubly traumatized. La Llorona gets into the car and is like, oh my God, I have a child's secret. No, that's the worst kind. Everything about that, except for not picking the woman up is amazing.

It's horrifying. I think you and I have talked about, but that's my favorite reference of standing on the side of the road in a wet nightgown at night. What's the scariest thing that you can do on the back roads as you're driving by yourself? And then the lights come up and there's just a lady standing there in a wet nightgown. By itself, nothing else has to happen and that's horrifying. I have no words. That's right, unless she's at the end of your bed when you wake up, then she's holding

a snake. Do you have any laundry you want me to do? I'm so cold. I'm freezing. All right. This one's called, I don't recognize that man's story. Hello, my favorite murder gals. Your podcast is a beacon of joy and an otherwise droll work day and I appreciate every single

tantalizing episode. Here is a hometown quote, things that could have gone so much worse story about my sister that creeps me to this day. This is terrifying, actually. Okay. But there's no wet woman in this home, don't worry. It's terrifying in a dry way. It just wicks the water right away.

My family home is in the woods up a winding hill. Most people wouldn't be crazy enough to walk up. We have a forest to one side and a wide canyon to the front of the house, so it's isolated. And then she wrote, I never even knew what that curtains were a thing until I moved away for college. That is such a specific visual that makes me understand everything, which I love. Storytellers. Just not having, you're so far out that you don't have curtains.

You don't even know what curtains, you know, essentially are. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just love that. You should be a writer, person. Throughout our childhood, we had minor break-ins at our place and our neighbors with people stealing change and jewelry, but nothing major. One day my sister was staying home sick. She'd parked her car up the hill so my parents could use the carport when they got home.

She was being lazy on the couch when she heard a knock at the door. Normally our dog would go crazy at the sound of a human, but she'd sadly passed away the month before. Still in her pajamas and feeling antisocial, my sister looked out the peephole instead of opening the front door. A man she didn't recognize was there. Nothing about that was unusual as our dad works in construction, so his employees will occasionally drop off tools or documents.

However, this shoot immediately gave her a weird gut feeling. He didn't look like the normal guys my dad works with. After the knocking, she could see a shadow through the coke bottle windows. Gorgeous. Pacing, your face is shocked, right, it's like so excited. Sorry. Who is it? It's like, I'm nursing you with such wide eyes before I go.

Pacing around the front deck and heard the door handle jiggle from the outside. At this point, she freaks out, grabs the phone and runs to the bedroom to call 911. The operator tells her to stay quiet and on the line and that they will come right away. This sounds like creepypasta, but I think because it's her sister, it's okay. It's not like my friend's sister, right? Well also, just as a person who listens to the podcast, Let's Not Meet and many of those, these things happen so often of like kids and people at home and dudes trying to get into the house.

It's very disturbing how often this happens to people. It's awful. Luckily, the police station is a few minutes down the road and our town is sleepy, so they got there fast. Because it turned out there was not one guy casing the house, but two. The first guy was at the front door, the second was working the back door, which my sister couldn't hear. The police caught the first guy immediately, but had to chase second through the woods

and I honestly can't remember if they caught him. Uh-huh. It's a small detail. Uh-huh. Oh, hey mom. Quick follow-up. I don't know. Anyway.

We suspect the burglar's thought the house was empty because the carport was. When they arrested the guy at the front door, they found a 12-inch knife tucked into his waistband. So it's hard to say what their actual motive was. My sister is the napping queen. Hashtag napping, bluenzer. And I shudder to think what would have happened if she'd been asleep and they got inside and found her or if she'd been extroverted enough to open the door.

Yeah. After all this, she was asked to testify in court, but thankfully didn't have to since the guy pled guilty. My parents still live in the same house. We got a big white shepherd soon after this happened and have not had a break-in since. Yoo-hoo. No name. It's some, clearly a famous author because she's a great writer, they are a great writer.

That was Jane, Joan Diddyon wrote that in. Amazing story, Joan. Her name is J, J-D, or her? J-D. Or her initial? D-I-O-N. Okay. So, we have like two parking spaces.

When both the cars are gone, it's clear to every, and they're on the street, it's clear to everyone we're not there. How about a beater? Buying a beater, keep car, keeping it clean. It's cute so it doesn't look like your house is, and leaving it at the house all the time in the driveway so that always seems like someone's home. Police officers, people in law enforcement, criminals, please let me know if that's actually a thing.

How about this? What if, I mean, we're not in, I don't think we're officially in quarantine anymore, this isn't an issue, but if we're at the beginning of quarantine, you could get a bunch of children to make a beater car out of cardboard and paint it themselves, and it's like an art project of a thing that people will think is a thing, but you don't actually have to buy an actual car for. Karen, you like that, I do. You're so creative.

And then it's also a way to like get the neighborhood kids involved. That's right. Maybe they kid friends, they're all bored because they're not at school, maybe they could get, they could be interns on to pay them, and then so they make it some credits toward elementary school kids and need credit, no, but they have credit toward junior high. Yeah, they could put it on their junior high resume. Right. This, the credit for this will get you three corn dogs and junior high, so get to work.

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We always ask for found drugs. And then I will declare, although I'm sure I've said this before and meant it before, but this is now my favorite opening line ever. Okay. It just says, it's my time to shine, bitches. It is, it is. It is. Get ready.

Oh, you've heard enough of us. We've done this. We've gotten our egos up. It's your time, baby. Okay. In the last minute, so do you ask listeners to write in about found drugs? Oh, yeah, I was right. And I read that.

So I knew that already. Sorry. My husband and I took a trip to Italy. We spent three days in Rome, then took the train to Venice for another three days. My husband, who is a daily toker was feeling very desperate for his daily hit by the time we reached Venice. He didn't mention his desire until a long stroll through the narrow walking paths and bridges that line and cross the beautiful canals.

Have you ever been to Italy? Oh God. No, I wish. I want to go there. So bad. We'll go tour. Let's go tour Italy. Yes.

Hey, Abundanza. We'd love to. I don't feel like they have any good murders there that we could do at live shows. No, there's hardly been any murder. No crime over the past 5,000 years. He had just purchased himself a slice of pizza while walking and eating. He looked at me and said the only thing that could make this moment any better would be if I were a little stone, damn, if, and this isn't all caps, damn.

If the motherfucking Italian gods didn't answer his prayers, I looked down without exaggeration two seconds later and there's a tire sandwich baggie full of but I scooped that shit up so fast he didn't even know what happened. I looked at him waving the baggie all abracadabra style in his face girl, you are shining right now like a diamond saying ask and you shall receive needless to say he spent the rest of Venice high before flushing what was left when clearly he should have returned the favor to another tourist in exactly the same manner. Stay sexy and ask so you too can receive and amazing.

The only way that could have gotten better in my mind if this were a book I was writing a rom-com she would have held up the baggie he would they wouldn't have been married yet he would have had a bring in his pocket because it was you know it's Italy and he would have gotten down and been like well ask and you show I don't ask a net can I ask and receive you know like I'm working on it. Yeah, like a play on words I get it like a well you I asked you're I'm now receiving so do you want a pizza my heart I'm trying to make up a thing that would make her say no I will not and then he passes her the ring and she passes in the baggie like that is

a lot either way it's love and then he receives it and they both get arrested and they just never see each other and detained and get on the no fly list this reminds me we've told the story so I won't get into it but when Vince we bought pot in Amsterdam because it that's all the moment needed we were told to yeah it's it's the law and says and Vince forgot to take he found weed in his pocket at the airport going through security at the airport he had so little on him and they were clearly so used to it they just wanted to scare him yeah so thank you Amsterdam but we were scared it worked I was shaking you took me to like a duty free and you're like it's gonna be fine it's gonna be fine I was

like no it's not I was shaking and you're like look at this here's a happy perfume by a clinic look at clinics happy smell it my mom wears it I don't want it okay can I just tell you I just realized I'm wearing sunglasses I was gonna tell you I was gonna tell you but I personally I think it's I look I never look better than my sunglasses on my head agree what is that it's like a boost without wearing a bump it you know it's just like it's very it is a great accessory to say like I'm chic and I'm beautiful you don't have to worry about what my face looks like I'm casual up here yeah and I'm like a little bit Minnie Mouse I'm I'm interested in sun damage Vince has Vince and I have the best

vision because we wear sunglasses constantly because we're hipsters yeah okay anyway you're pretty hip you are pretty hip can you I think so could you give me that can I at least have that okay this is called found dead in a freezer I live in North Carolina and they used to be housemates with this creepy dude from the tiny rural town of Goldsboro period I thought that was like I thought it was like I already said North Carolina okay yeah mm-hmm hearing stories from him think literal kissing cousins makes hearing this story come at no great surprise not everyone there is a creep mind you but much like that one friend who constantly dates losers this town can't seem to keep him out great play on words yeah back in 2016

a woman purchased a deep freezer from her neighbor a great deal on a freezer is a great deal on a freezer mm-hmm she paid only $30 for it at a yard sale I can't imagine what she was thinking selling this freezer and I can't imagine not opening it to look inside prior to purchasing yeah for real like simple math yeah but it wasn't until the buyer was home with the purchase that she discovered the frozen corpse of the seller's mother oh my god yeah why did I save this for last turns out no one had seen the mother since August of 2015 because she had died reportedly of natural causes and her daughter had laid her body in the freezer to continue caching in her social security checks post mortem oh no that feels

like a regular thing doesn't it it just doesn't seem keeping the body around is just like going here here's how I'm gonna get caught yeah yeah yeah that that equation doesn't need to be in the mix no okay the woman was convicted of concealment of death and obtaining property by false pretense the social security fraud and was in jail for about a year and a half I let someone found the poor older woman and she was able to be properly laid to rest but maybe let's all agree to never buy a used deep freezer I guess mm stay sexy and don't unwittingly transport human remains buck he him I just buck it is a fascinating story mm-hmm but I just can't imagine how you've that slips your mind like yeah something

you've done a thing that you know is wrong and you're clearly doing it to do another thing you know to get those checks or whatever so it's like keep track of your shit what are and then yeah you do you just that's such an odd like it's worse than just like you know bumbling criminal mistake yeah are you trying to get caught well clearly there's something going on there but I will say maybe in North Carolina not judging I love the place maybe there's you have multiple freezers in your garage you know like beer freezers and meat freezers and then if you go hunt deer is probably a thing and so she just forgot which one uh no I don't think you can have that many freezers to forget no unless you

have 22 freezers which then we have a whole nother problem on on our list of problem is there it's just so it's so extreme it's so like it feels to me like people going like la la la it's not a problem forget it here just buy this and I'm sorry for saving it for last but here's why I did that because if you want an uplifting fun one go over to the thing look at me look at me go over to the fan call and we have one more story each to tell you and there's like a couple weeks back now there's a ton of videos if you can't stop listening to our voices mat smattering at you that's where to go yes we will see you on the mini mini so if you're in the fan called nif not stay sexy and don't get

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