Episode 712: Listener Tales 102: Villains! | Forensic Files

Hey weirdos, I'm Ema and I'm Hades and this is Villains Morbid. [Music] >> I can't stop saying that.
>> I It's great. I got the potion phrase. You got the lips. >> The potion was a nice little uh like
>> on the fly. Yeah. Your kids Did your kids make this? They sure did. It's one of the bath time potions.
>> I was getting ready in the bathroom and I was like, "Oh, let me take that." >> She just found it in my bathroom was
like, "This would work perfect." I was like, "Can I use that?" >> I said, "Can I tape a llama to this?"
>> Sure can. >> Here we go. >> Sure can. >> Um, so yeah, we're villains today. >> Villaincentric.
>> We're villains every day. No, I'm just kidding. >> Villains all the time. >> Villains. I can't move my head.
>> How many people we are? >> Yeah, if you ask. If you ask, never mind. If you're watching this when it
comes out, our live show is tomorrow. >> It's tomorrow >> and we're freaking stoked to see you
there. >> It's gonna be so fun. >> It's so weird like looking at the camera because all I can see is little scraps
of construction paper in my eyeballs and then also I can't move my head too much
because this really rolls around. Yeah, she really committed. I really committed
to this one. Yeah, >> Drew said um I I sent him a picture and he goes, "There's so much to take in,
but this might be my favorite one yet." >> I love that. >> I just love there's so much to take in.
I told John, I was like, "I have to paint myself blue." And he said, "Like Blue Man Group." And I said, "Kind of."
And he said, "Oh, okay. >> Okay." >> Yeah. >> I like that. He was like, "Just another
day at the office." >> He said, "Just another day at the office." I was like, "Sure is."
>> Yeah. You know, sure is. >> Well, so >> what other exciting things have we had?
>> Yeah, we have our live show coming up tomorrow. We also just had Sam and Colby
here in the his house. >> That was super fun. >> They're the sweetest. We love them.
>> Yeah, they're awesome and iconic and amazing. >> We love them. We had so much fun with
them. And you'll get to hear it. >> Yeah, you'll not only will you get to hear it, we're going to be um if you
want to see it, working on editing some of the video footage together so that you can see our little combo that we had
>> cuz I think you guys saw like a couple of clips, but >> we're going to be releasing the whole
thing, I think. >> Yeah. >> Yeah. Shout out to Mikey Pleasure >> for doing that.
>> Yeah. >> Um so yeah, those are very exciting things. And what's more exciting is that
today is listener tales. It's brought to you by you, for you, from you, and all about you. And we're
blue and purple. >> We're blue and purple. The lighting is blue and purple. We have a new table.
Check out our new table. This doll is haunted. >> And also a sneak peek into something
happening. >> Um, we have coffee because we got an espresso machine. Sponsor us, please.
>> Espresso. >> We love your coffee. >> We do. >> Cheers. Cheers. Eye contact. eye
contact. >> That was a very good cheers. >> It was. Hold on. >> I hope this doesn't turn me into a
llama. >> We al Oh, we have a haunted doll. And we also have Ruby. >> Oh, yeah. Rachel Stavis um sent us Ruby.
And I don't know if we've talked about Ruby on the pod before. >> Yeah. Rachel Stavis is your everybody's
favorite exorcist. >> Yeah. Hollywood exorcist. >> Yeah. Um she's a queen. >> She's so [ __ ] cool.
>> Literal queen. >> We've had her on the pod a few times. You know Rachel. She's wonderful and
beautiful and we love her. Shout out to Rachel. But she gave us Ruby and Ruby has a spirit.
>> Yeah, Ruby is the spirit >> inside the skull and she loves jokes and flowers.
>> She does and we give her plenty. >> Yeah, she's a good time gal. >> Yeah, she is a good time gal. All right.
Well, yeah. So, anyways, it's Listener Tales brought to you by you, for you, from you and all about you. And today we
have 2000's tales. Hercules was like 90s, right? Like late 90s. >> Move out of my way.
>> He just said move out of my way. Nicholas did. He did. I I'm sorry. I don't know where you are, Nicholas. So,
>> it's more polite to say, "Excuse me." >> That's very true. >> But, uh, Hercules was 1997.
>> Okay. So, you were It was almost there. I know. Eer's New Group was the 2000s
because it was one of the first Disney movies I ever watched. >> It was 2000. >> It was 2000. So, I'm on the nose.
>> That was one of the first um movies that I remember Papa Me on VHS. >> Oh, I love that.
>> Yeah. You know, Emma, I feel like you have the soul of Ema in there somewhere.
>> Oh, definitely. >> Just her fabulosity. >> Thank you. You know, thank you so much.
That's what my profile is on um on Disney. >> It's true. It is. >> And the girls are always like, "What is
that?" We got to show them Emperor Emperor's New Groove. >> We got to show them um Hercules, too,
because we we play that like Dreamlight Valley game >> and um that game is sick.
>> That game slaps. >> Like really good. And Hades is in there and they love Hades. Oh. So, let's go.
We'll have to show them pictures of us later. >> We do. >> All right. So, do you want to go first
or do you want me to go first? >> I'll go first. >> Go first. >> Which one am I going to do?
>> I don't know. So, I'm going to do one that is called listener tail submission.
>> And that's it. That's That's the listener tale. Um it's So, this is from Mary. Let me open it. And it's actually
called That Time I Was 13 and Talked to a Dead Guy About Maxie Pads. Whoa. Wait,
where is that? Which one was it? >> It's got a listener tail submission plus super cute dog and cat cuddling pics.
Gotcha. >> That listener tail submission is too funny. >> No, it is. It's way too funny to pass
up. >> So, this one says, "Dear Ash and Elena, first of all, here's the obligatory part
where I tell you how much I will [ __ ] if you actually read this on the pod. You
do be [ __ ] You be [ __ ] But for real, hearing you share my tail would be, what's the word for when something
is so exciting that it makes you [ __ ] your pants? I just asked AI and it suggested gobsmacked or it made us up
its own term, thrill spill. A fake but catchy term for involuntary reaction to extreme thrill.
>> I like that. >> Ah, the magic of technology. >> Yeah, thrill spill is when you [ __ ] your
pants cuz you're thrilled. >> Damn. Anyways, I just wanted to start off by, of course, telling you how much
I appreciate you both and the many, many hours we've spent together. Like so many
listeners, I discovered morbid during the panty and listened to you describe unimaginable horrors because a favorite
pastime while I completed dozens of adult coloring books, rearranged my apartment 14,000 times, and cuddled with
my panty rescue foster fail pitbull baby Tino. Pictures of him and his feline sister Louise attached.
>> Tino and Louise obsessed. >> Note, even if you don't read this on the pod, you should take a look because they
love cuddling and it is so freaking adorable that you will have a thrill spill. We I wish that my cats liked my
dog this much. How do you Please tell me how you get there. >> Tell me your ways. You can share the
pictures because the world needs that kind of love right now. I agree. But please don't share my actual name
>> because I somehow have a big girl job, but I that I kind of want a professional
reputation to protect and the powers that be at my organization may not be super pleased if my name became
associated with things like thrill spill and ghostly possession. >> That's fair enough. For the purpose of
this story, let's say my name is Mary. Mary. Mary. Also, this story involves two other
people. >> Nobody knows. >> He said, "Nobody knows." Oh. Oh, was he saying like, "Nobody knows your real
name." >> Nobody knows. Now they don't know. >> Nicholas said your secret safe. >> He said, "I'm in on this."
>> Yeah. I thought he said Doritos at first and I was like, "We should get some Doritos later."
>> All right. Uh, but also this story involves two other people who I haven't spoken to in years. So, anonymous is
probably for the best. So, onto my tail. This is the most unexplainable thing that has ever happened to me. I love
that beginning. >> That's so fun. >> Like a true glimpse that either the paranormal exists or the subconscious
mind with just a tiny window of opportunity is capable of some crazy [ __ ] [ __ ] I think both of those
things can be true. 100%. I honestly don't know which is scarier, both. We began 20 plus years ago at the start of
my eighth grade year. It's September 2002, which means we're smack dab in the middle of such horrors as low-rise
jeans, everybody hates hating on Britney Spears, and diet culture run a muck. >> Facts.
>> Truly not a terrible time to be a young impressional girl at all. >> No. Every weekend meant a sleepover at
my friend Kelsey's house where we had a ton of privacy because her bedroom was in the basement, complete with her own
bathroom and a TV room. Damn, that [ __ ] had an apartment downstairs. This meant
we could drink Pepsi and sing Destiny's Child all night without anyone telling us to go easy on the caffeinated corn
syrup or to shut the [ __ ] up. So basically a 13-year-old's paradise. On this particular weekend, our friend Emma
was joining us. Now, no shade to Emma, but for context, it's important to know that she was not the sharpest crayon in
the box. She love your directness. She struggled to in most of our classes. And one time when our social studies teacher
asked if anyone knew what country Paris was the capital of, Emma confidently replied, "London,
it's giving." One time she asked me how to spell orange. >> London. >> London. >> Good for her. Good for her.
>> My f This is an amazing followup. So yeah, a sweet girl, but not exactly a mastermind
>> like us. Again, I'm not telling you this just to be a dick to poor Emma, but because it matters for understanding how
strange the following events were. I love that you're like, "Emma was a little dumb, so you should know that."
>> But it it matters. So, sleepover time. I don't honestly remember what we did the
night before. Probably lots of talking about boys and [ __ ] But the following morning, we for some reason decided to
play with Kelsey's new Ouija board. It's not for some reason. >> It's always a reason.
>> It's what you do at a sleep. the Ouija board around and you're a teenage gal,
>> you're you're doing the Ouija board. >> Unless you're me. >> That's the reason.
>> Unless you're me. >> That's That's Oh, normally that's the reason. >> Maybe tomorrow that would change.
>> Curious. >> Maybe tomorrow will be the first time >> maybe >> I decide to use a Ouija board.
>> Maybe. I don't know. >> I'm not sure. >> I don't know. Who's to say? >> Not me.
>> Now, maybe we were scared and that's why we waited. Oh, what was it? He won't leave. At first I thought he
said >> get that [ __ ] out of here. >> At first I thought he said you ugly. >> He's talking about Mikey's like he won't
leave. >> Well, I'm trying to trying to dink his ass out of here and he won't leave.
>> It also goes along with like he move out of my way. >> He won't move out of his way.
>> Mikey's being victimized. >> Mikey has a problem with me and he won't leave. >> Wow.
>> Move out of my way. >> Mikey and Nicholas are now beefing. So far, I've only I've been the only one
that has beef. >> What did he say? >> He literally said, >> he said her. >> Maybe he was talking about how he beefed
with me. >> Holy [ __ ] >> Maybe he was like, "Yeah, I beef with Mikey and I be with her."
>> Yeah, >> Nicholas, we're the only ones that have been cool. Please, please don't change
that. Uh, okay. Maybe we were scared and that's why we waited until broad daylight. Who knows? We were 13 and dumb
as [ __ ] This was the first time any of us had used the board. And I'm sure it was made and I'm sure it was made by
like Milton Bradley. But but to us, it seemed very serious and important, like we were about to communicate with the
dead. Yeah. So, we closed the curtains in Kelsey's basement bedroom, so there was just the teeniest bit of light
peeking through and started asking the board questions. It wasn't long before we were speaking with the spirit of, of
course, a teenage boy who had died in a card crash. Was this real or was this just our combined boy craziness
manifesting a male presence in the room? I honestly don't know. He said his name
was Justin. >> That's suspicious. >> That's sus. I've never met a ghost named Justin. Personally,
>> feels very in sync. >> Yeah. >> I feel like if I had talked to a ghost, it probably would have been named Justin
or Timber like JC. >> Um, and we asked him questions about his life and how he died. It was all rather
innocuous. I do recall that Kelsey asked him to choose two adjectives to describe
each of us using funny, cute, pretty, or sexy because we were, as the kids used to say, #thirsty. Oh my god. He
proceeded to hate. What did he say? >> Weak. >> He keeps saying weak. He keeps saying
weak. Are you feeling weak, Nicholas, or someone else in this room? >> Or do you think that kind of energy is
weak? >> That could be it. asking to describe you. >> He's like, he's like, "Set your own
standards." >> It's okay. Yeah. Good for you, Nicholas. I mean, you're not weak. Um,
Mary, >> Mary and Kelsey and and Emma even. >> Even Emma. >> Even Emma. >> He proceeded to tell us that Kelsey was
pretty and sexy. >> Oo, Kelsey. Here's the thing. Here's the thing about Kelsey.
>> She asked the question. >> She asked the question. >> She was moving that PL. She got pretty
and sexy. Emma was cute and pretty and my awkward ass got funny and cute. If you knew the haircut I had at the time,
this made sense. But it still stung that Ghost Boy didn't want to get all up in this.
I'm dead. Now, Kelsey knew how to hypnotize people. I'd seen her do it before at many a sleepover. She would
have a girl lay down on her back on the floor and rub her temples while she counted backwards from a hundred. Kelsey
was out here doing some [ __ ] [ __ ] It sounds super simple, but never failed to
actually work. So, she proceeded to ask Justin if we could speak if he could speak through one of us if she was
hypnotized. The planchette instantly moved to yes. Ghost Boy was ready to talk, and Emma volunteered to be the
vessel. Of course, she did. >> Oh, Emma. Here's where it gets really weird. Emma lay down and began counting
backwards while Kelsey rubbed her temples and I sat there a ball of adolescent self-consciousness over not
consciousness over not being called pretty or sexy by a dead guy. But I digress. Emma's voice got quieter and
lower the more she counted and somewhere in the 80s she abruptly stopped talking
mid-number. Emma? Kelsey asked. No response. Justin? She tried. Yes. Ooh. Emma, who normally spoke in a
high-pitched girly squeal, replied in a low monotone that sent shivers up my spine. "Do do you want to sit up?"
Kelsey asked. "Yes," Emma/jin replied. Her eyes were closed, and she proceeded to just keep laying there. "Do do you
need help?" Kelsey inquired. Emma's Justin's responses were slow, as if she were taking a while to process what was
being said to her. At last, they replied, "Yes, I don't remember how to move in a body." Oh wow.
>> I don't like that. >> That's chilling. I also feel like Emma wouldn't come up with that.
>> I think that's why she was telling us how empty of a vessel Emma was. >> Yeah. Until Oh, well. Yeah.
>> And you know, being 13 years old, Kelsey and I somehow took all of this in stride
and proceeded to help Emma into a sitting position. Her norm normal perky posture was now slumped with her eyes
still closed and head leaning forward as if it were heavy. These days, having consumed much more horror content, I
would have run out of this room. But at that time, I was like, "Yeah, let's just
sit here in the dark and talk to this dead guy." >> I love that >> you were very talk to me about this. You
were just like, "Let's go. >> Here we go." >> We proceeded to have a conversation with
Emma/Jin that followed up on the things we've been asking on the board, what his
life was like, how he died, which he claimed happened not far from where we were, etc. As we talked, Emma had a look
on her face, eyes still closed, that was a mix of sedated and uncomfortable. Noticing this, Kelsey at one point asked
if there was anything we could do to make them more at ease. I'm not used to having all this hair in my face, Ghost
Boy replied. >> So, Kelsey proceeded to pull Emma's long blonde hair into a low ponytail. But we
noticed that they still looked a little bit ill at ease. Is there anything else we can do for you? Kelsey asked. Well, I
think I think is Emma on her rag. That's the grossest way to say that. Why does anybody put it that way? Are you kidding
me right now? >> I wasn't prepared for that. >> I was not prepared for that either.
Also, that's none of your damn business, Justin. What the [ __ ] Ew, >> Justin. >> God damn.
>> God. Also, good that you're feeling it. Good that you're feeling it. >> Yeah, you should.
>> Good that you're feeling it. I hope you have crumps. >> Yeah, I hope you have crumps. Ghost Boy
asked if she was on her rag. Now, this was 2002. That's the other thing. >> 2002. I'm like, no one's saying on your
rag. >> No, >> that's like from '9s. Like that's like like um >> I think they say it in the craft like
Yeah, they do. Yeah. >> It's such a gross term. >> Says she's she needs her rag or
something. >> Um now, this was 2002 and none of us use the term on her rag. Also, we knew that
Emma was in fact on her period and would thus have been wearing a maxi pad. We were all too young and scared to use
tampons at the time. Justin/ Emma shifted slightly. I can feel this pad thing. It's like a diaper. You girls
wear these all the time. Yeah, they do suck. They do. Kelsey and I genuinely laughed. Haha, dead guy, you're so
funny. It was around this time that I realized my parents would be coming home coming to pick me up soon and our
three-way combo with Ghost Boy would need to come to an end. Justin said we he would go and that if we ever wanted
to talk again, we could reach him through the Ouija board. I honestly don't remember how we got Emma out of
her hypnosis, but I do remember seeing her eyes open and start blinking rapidly. The first thing she said was,
"Why is my hair in a pony?" We quizzed her over um over everything that was said, but she appeared to genuinely have
no recollection of anything that had happened. Whoa. >> Now, back to Emma not being the smartest
cookie. She was also a terrible liar. like face would get red, eyes would dart around, she would nervously giggle, all
the telltale signs. But here she was making eye contact, sincerely curious about everything that was said and
seeming to have no memory of it. That's wild. At this point, my parents arrived at in our good old Astro van, and I
excitedly told them all about how I just had a direct conversation with a dead guy. Their response was basically,
"Sure, Jan." I tried telling them it really happened and that Emma couldn't have been just yanking our chain because
she wasn't smart enough to fake it. I >> love that in your in your parents Astro
van. You're like, "Mom, Emma's so stupid. >> She's too dumb to fake it." And your
parents are like, "Oh shit." Yeah, >> I thought it was real then. >> [ __ ] that was real. And coming up with
little details like how as a boy he or she was bothered by having long hair and wearing a maxi pad. No way our sweet,
simple lumb could have come up with that on the fly. Anywh who, to this day I look back on that strange morning and
wonder what the hell actually happened. Had a Milton Bradley product and a sleepover hypnosis trick actually opened
a portal into the afterlife or had our subconscious powers forced the planchette to conceive of this Justin
character and all his responses? And what about Emma? Had she been a secret mastermind an amazing actress the whole
time who's capable of completely fooling us? Or was her subconscious somehow able
to play along as this dead guy even to the point of using dated terms like on her rag or was it actually a dead guy
talking to us about maxipads? >> He said where are we? He was like I don't know what the [ __ ] you're talking
about. >> Where the [ __ ] am I right now? >> What is this about? >> What was the second part?
>> By no means. >> By no means. He said by no means do I want to talk about this. Okay.
>> Okay, that's fair. I respect your boundary. >> Nicholas is a gentleman. >> Yes. He's like, "This is getting out of
my realm." Yeah, >> I guess I'll never know. Insert shrug emoji. If you've gotten to this point,
thank you for reading my long strange tale. If you read this on the pod, I will shove it in my mom's face and say,
"I told you so." And then I'll go to my dad's urn and do the same. Oh, said, "Shout out to my fellow # deadad
club members and the dark humor that keeps us going. If you know, you know." That's actually so valid. The other
night, Caleb was at my house and he was saying something about his dad. I said something about my dad and then we were
talking about moms and Drew just goes, "My dad's dead." >> I was like, "Oh, all right."
>> Like, damn. >> Like, just so casual. >> That is It's something about dead dads
specifically. >> Like if you talk, in fact, um our friend Walsh, Emily Walsh, she's a [ __ ]
amazing comedian. Go listen to her. >> Maybe you'll see her soon. >> One of her like big bits is like my
dad's dead. Like it's like dead dad girl. >> Yeah, dead is funny. She can make it
hilarious. >> Yeah. So, >> grief is funny. >> Grief can be funny. It's the only way.
Gallows humor is so necessary. >> It's It's just got to happen. We're human. >> Now, speaking of my parents, they ended
up sending me to Catholic school the year after this incident because I was acting cray cray and going from in
innocent slumber parties to drugfueled raers. Ah, youth. So, I kind of just fell out of touch with Kelsey and Emma.
Wherever you are, I hope this you they remember this morning and think of it fondly. Justin too, wherever he may be.
Okay, that's it. Thanks for reading and keeping on keeping it weird. Love you guys, Mary.
>> That's iconic. >> Mary on a cross is who that is. >> I love it. >> Oh my god, you're puppies and kitties
and you are adorable. >> I know. I just need to know how you get to this point. My god, I desperately
want this to be my life. My cats [ __ ] hate Dolores. >> I love it. I love Dolores.
>> I love Dolores, too. And I love my cats. And I wish everybody just loved each
other. >> Everybody love each other. I wish we could all just bake a cake filled with
happiness and rainbows. We could all eat and be happy. >> Be happy. >> All right. Mine is called My mom used my
toddler daughter to get the last word from her grave. >> Oh, that's annoying. I feel
>> to get the last word. I know it is. It is a little bit. >> All right. So, hey weirdos. I discovered
you two a few months back. Became instantly hooked and have been catching up in reverse order. I'm now listening
to your 2022 archives, and I want to encourage you to keep being weird and morbid in your quirky, compassionate
way, especially with my two faves, vintage cases and listener tales. >> Hell yeah.
>> How fitting. >> Those are some of my faves as well. [Music] >> Before I get into my own listener tale,
let's get some business out of the way. You have my permission to use real names
if you share this story. My name is B. Thomaselli and Oh. Oh, it's not done. B. Thomaselli Treatili. And I will happily
giggle if you butcher the pronunciation on your show. I hope I didn't. >> I love that name. If it's easier for
you, I'll just go by my alter ego. Xenon. I'll tell you about Xenon at the end of the story.
>> Xenon girl of the 21st century. >> Duh. Zoom zoom zoom. Makes your heart go boom boom boom.
>> Oh, is it two boom booms? >> No. Yeah, it's just boom boom. >> Oh, >> my supernova girl. I don't really
remember Xenom. I know. Anyway, >> Prozzoa was like the, you know, N sync before In sync.
>> He kind of looks like Spike, too. >> Yeah, he does. And he's British. >> There it is.
>> I'm into it. All right. >> Well, I teach high school in uh I teach high school science in my day job, and
I'm generally a logical woman. When I hear about paranormal phenomena, I first look for a scientific explanation.
>> Good for you. That said, I may be skeptical, but I'm also open-minded, and I've definitely experienced phenomena
that defy logic. One such instance occurred shortly one such instance occurred shortly after
we adopted our children in the late '9s, before our kid before our kids were a thing. My husband had a stereotypically
antagonistic relationship with his mother-in-law, my mom, of course, Nelly Thomaselli, who had a name like a little
poem. Nelly Thomaselli. >> Nelly Thomaselli. I love it. They are slash were both loving but stubborn
people. Mom and dad lived near us and we'd sometimes carpool to visit my sister Sylvia and her family a few
cities away from our Southern California home. One Sylvia visit, my mom asked us
to drive her newish four-door Camry. My husband Gerald loves to drive, mom didn't, and dad has vision problems.
Hubby and I were driving cars that were not family-friendly. Gerald drove a truck and I drove a twodoor that mom
found hard to get in and out of. The four of us loaded up into Camry and mom asked us to lock our doors. Dad and I
obeyed, but not Gerald. >> Not Gerald. >> Not Gerald. Never Gerald. >> Never Gerald. He refused for no apparent
reason other than to mess with his mother-in-law. >> Wow. >> They had an argument about locking the
car doors, but my husband remained stubborn and eventually just changed the subject. We all made it to my sister's
house safely, and I would have forgotten all about it, except flash forward a couple years to late 2001. My husband
and I were getting ready to adopt a child from Russia. An orphanage near Siberia had sent us pictures of toddlers
approved for foreign adoption, which was legal in Russia at the time, and we had
our hearts set on a todd a toddler girl who went by the nickname Luca. Oh. Anyways, we kept our adoption plans
vague with our families as nothing was in writing at that time. Thus, the adoption was uncertain. In early 2002,
mom was diagnosed with a very fastmoving cancer. Despite mom and my husband's differences, Gerald is an RN who was
there to offer advice, aid, and compassion when mom entered hospice. On her deathbed, I handed mom a photo of my
daughter, telling her this would likely be her future granddaughter. >> Mom clutched it tight and stared at the
pig intently for a few seconds before drifting into a deep sleep. >> Mom slept most of that day and took her
last breath just before midnight. Gerald and I didn't have much time to grieve. Shortly after mom's funeral, we were off
on a two-day plane trip to the remote, snowy region of Magadan, I think, in eastern Russia near Alaska.
>> To make a very long story short, we decided or we adopted two adorable Russian toddlers a few months later,
Lisanna and a sweet boy named Nikolai, both aged 2 and a half. >> Nikolai, >> I love it. We soon found that a twodoor
car was super cumbersome when it came to buckling squirly toddlers into back car
seats. Indeed. >> Dad was looking to sell mom's Camry and we eager eagerly bought her sedan. Oh,
so there you go. Perfect. Within a few days of the purchase, we were getting ready for our first family outing in
mom's old car. Our toddlers at that point were beginning to understand English, but could only say a handful of
words. You know, the usual first words, mama, papa, mine, no, toy, water, etc. Once bundled in, my husband started the
engine and began to back out of the driveway. Lanna immediately began rocking wildly in her car seat. She
seemed to be having a panic attack and began chanting, "Lock the doors. Lock the doors. Lock the doors."
>> Oh. >> And didn't stop until we obeyed. Again, I'm a level-headed, logical person. But
Leanna's chanting gave me chills. >> Yeah. >> I'm convinced mom got the last word with
her son-in-law from the grave. And hey, she should have because it's truly safer
to keep your doors locked when you're driving for a bunch of reasons I won't bore you with.
>> Over the years, our family has had an uh has had alleged visits from mom and other spirits. But I say alleged because
again, I'm a skeptic, but an open-minded skeptic. And let me tell you, weirdos, ain't nothing will convince me that mom
wasn't in the car with us that day. I know this may not be morbid enough for your delightfully gloomy podcast. But
regardless, I do have a PS regarding my Oh, that was weird. A candle just go out. No, it just like puffed up some
smoke. >> Damn. >> Yeah, >> this is a spell candle, by the way. We did a cord cutting ritual today.
>> Hell yeah. >> Interesting. Cuz one of them burned completely down. And the other's still
going. Something's holding on. >> I do have a PS regarding my xenon alter ego. More than once, I have heard you
weirdos complain about your past boring chemistry classes. I literally just was.
>> Oh, I love I loved chemistry. >> That was probably me. >> Yeah. >> I would like uh I would like to think if
you had me as your chem teacher learning stoimetry. Stokeemmetry. >> I I can't see it.
>> Stoic stoometry. >> Stoometry. Thank you. And balancing chem chemical equations would have been a
blast. I teach high school chemistry and biology in my day job. But evenings and
weekends, I'm an actress and writer for the plot- driven animated chemistry series Xenon and Friends.
>> Oh [ __ ] >> Which uses comedy, music, and real words world scenarios to help beginning
chemistry students visualize the invisible world of atoms and molecules. >> That's badass.
>> That's really cool. I wish I had had you. >> Yeah, I could have used that in organic
chemistry. >> I will say I did have a nice chemistry teacher in case she's watching.
>> Yeah. Nance, I love you. >> And Nance, >> here are a link uh here are links to a
couple of my favorite Xenon and Friends YouTube episodes in case you need a laugh or a reason to refresh your
chemistry skills. PPS, I'm flying to Boston this summer to attend my niece's Cape Cod wedding, but I'll be a tourist
for a few days ahead of time, for a few days ahead of time, and that will include my first ever trip to Salem.
>> Yes, if you have must see, must do recommendations for this Massachusetts tourist, please share. This was a long
time ago. So >> So I hope you had fun. >> Yeah. I hope you had so much fun. >> That's amazing.
>> That's so cool, Xenon. >> And what a badass that you're a chemistry teacher and an actress and a
writer. >> Damn. Like and a mama. >> And a mama >> just out here doing it all. >> Yeah. [ __ ] I love it.
>> And also I love that your mom got the last word and not only got the last word, but also got the last word and got
the son-in-law to lock >> to lock the doors like through the little bit. >> She was like, "You will lock the doors.
Listen to this little baby. >> I love it. >> I love that. >> I love that. >> I love it. This one's called Spook
Mcfucking Spook. I hope that ghosts like homemade cookies. I hope so, too. Um, it
says, "In your best Jack the Ripper police officer voice." Hello. Hello. Hello, you bloody beautiful birds. And
welcome to my tail. >> All right. I love it. >> Honestly, Mikey would have killed that.
Mikey, can you please do it? Yell. >> Hello. Hello. Hello. >> There it is. There you go. Welcome to my
tale. All right, I'll start off in the most British way possible by apologizing for apologizing. I imagine this won't be
a short read because like an onion, evil or not, this gal has got layers. Also, I'm currently severely sleepd deprived
because my dumb bum thought it would be a good idea to rescue two kittens into my already chaotic home. Yes, I've
attached pictures as bribery for airtime, so bear with. They were so cute. I've changed names in this story
in case they don't want their awesomeness known, but I will not be anonymous myself. Does that make me an
does that make me anonymous? I don't know. Hi, I'm Chloe. Hi, Chloe. >> Hi. I'm a beauty therapist from across
the pond. >> What is a beauty therapist? >> Near Stratford upon Avon, aka thy land
of Shakespeare. And if this is read out loud, then there's a rather high chance thou will soil thou's pantaloons.
A customer introduced me to your podcast a little while ago because if you're not
chatting spooky [ __ ] while having hair ripped out of your labia, then what are
you even doing with your life, bro? >> So, that's what a beauty therapist is. >> I don't know if I would call you a
therapist, my girl. >> I like that though. >> Have you ever had a wax? >> It's But it's It makes it sound nicer.
>> It does. >> That's the thing. >> But it's also kind of like >> misleading. >> Yeah, it is a little misleading because
ain't nothing therapeutic about that. >> Oh, but for some, >> for none, >> but not others. for, you know, none.
>> Uh, angels to some, demons to others. >> Yeah, I guess so. >> And I have been obsessed ever since. You
guys really are the creme de la creme of all things morbid. >> Thank you. >> Thank you for all the time you put into
researching cases and for caring as much as you do about victims and their families. It really shows in the way you
tell their stories. And it also helps that you both are funny as [ __ ] You deserve every ounce of joy, success, and
happiness that comes your way. >> Thank you. >> That was really nice. Oh, so kind.
>> You too. >> So, let's hop into our way back machines to the early naughties before the day of
phones, tickity talk, and social media. Hell, at this point, we didn't even have
MSN. I was young, free, and pretty [ __ ] stupid. And my friends weren't much better. We were still a few days
away from the early grooming days of of Habu. Habbo Hotel? What's that? I don't know. Habbo Hotel. What What was wrong
with us? It says. I want to know what that is. >> I'm googling it. So, our free time was
mostly spent >> Oh, it's like a video game. >> Oh, okay. Um, so our free time was
mostly spent hanging around skate parks, listening to bowling for soup. Hell yeah. And occasionally exploring cool
[ __ ] around the town we lived in. It was during the latter that me and my best
friend Mia discovered that she she was slightly more in tune with the other world than we'd realized.
>> Mia's family were strict Christians. The cool kind though, that thought wine ble
being the blood of Christ was the best excuse to drink a shitload of it. And who always forgave our teenage sins. Aw,
because of this, Mia hadn't had any exposure to the witchy ways of living. Me, on the other hand, I was blessed
with a father who was a proud Wiccan. >> That is awesome. >> I mean, that man really did the [ __ ]
I'm talking bringing me up with tarot cards, runest stones, crystals. Hell, on more than one occasion, I found spell
rituals set up in the loft. >> I'm trying to be that kind of mom someday. >> So, being bored teenagers, who couldn't
kill time watching People Versus Helicopters on Rotten.com? Seriously, what the [ __ ] was wrong with us? I ask
to this day. One day, we decided to pay a local a visit to the local Iron Age hill fort. The site dates back to the
second century and is essentially haunted as [ __ ] Fun. >> I'll attach some info if I can find any,
but some of the things it's known for being the site where around a thousand Danish pagan Vikings were massacred by
Saxons. That's a lot of Danish pagan Vikings. It is. And the site of one of the last documented human sacrifices in
Britain. >> Oh, just that. just known for that casual. >> Couple things. On reflection, the fact
that this place was literally a 10-minute walk from my house makes me remember how crazy England is.
>> That is crazy, and I'm jealous. >> Within only a few minutes of being there, Mia went super quiet. We looked
around for a bit, mostly disappointed by the fact that now just looked like a bogggy field with a few old cider cans
rusting away from end of school parties. All of a sudden, Mia screamed, dropped to the floor, covering her head, and
screamed, "We need to leave." Now, this [ __ ] is my best friend. If she tells me
we need to leave, I'mma head out. >> Correct. >> Correct. Leaving the rest of the guys
behind. We fully ran out of the fields back to her house. Once my butthole had returned to regular size, I felt it was
finally time to say, "Sis, what the actual [ __ ] You didn't see it?" she said, looking at me wideeyed. See what?
I asked. That massive [ __ ] black bull that ran at us with glowing red eyes. >> Oh, just that.
>> You didn't see it? >> That's crazy. Imagine if she was like, "Oh, that." >> Oh, yeah. I just figured we should keep
going. You know, >> you were talking about something else. I'm sorry. What now? I mean, no, I
definitely didn't. Otherwise, I'd be in your room helping myself to a fresh pair
of pants right now. We went straight to her computer room. Remember when that was a thing?
>> Yes. >> She said that and I >> We spent so much time in the computer room. >> I miss a room.
>> Remember when I showed you your shoes? >> Oh my god. >> Mhm. >> And text message breakup. You know, text
message break up. I miss the computer room. >> I know. >> When it would the end of the day, the
door would close and the computer was in it. >> Stay in a room. >> Get the [ __ ] away from me. That's what I
remember. >> Now it's just sitting on our lap all the time. >> It's not sitting on our lap. It's
sitting in our hand in our [ __ ] pants pocket, ruining everyone's lives. >> Let's throw them into the ocean and move
on. Just kidding. That would be like so pollution. >> So, we went straight to our computer
room. RIP. loaded up the family PC and patiently waited for her mom to get off the phone so we could use the internet
to look up whatever in literal fresh hell this meant. We couldn't find a definite answer, but the general
consensus was some sort of dark evil bad vibes nope energy existed there and had
decided to show itself to my best friend. What a lucky gal. At this point, Mia's brother and his friends came home
and upon hearing our story suggested we do one of those Ouija board things. Now,
I know this is the point where you girls are going to be saying, "Hell no, stay away from that." Not me. Not me. Maybe I
feel differently, but you need to understand something. This boy was the epitome. Yes, I had to Google how to
spell that. Of early 2000s hot, >> you know, before I read the next line, I said frosted tips.
>> Oh my god. I mean, that is the epitome of early 2000s hot. >> Early 2000s hot. I'm talking frosted
tips, beaded necklace, >> like the puka shell one. >> Yep. shorts and a skateboard kind of
hot. >> Yeah, that'll do it. >> I'd have laid my basic bear ass down on Lego for that guy. So, some simple demon
summoning to win his love didn't seem too much to ask. >> Dang. >> I get it, man. Well, I'd love to say
this was some sort of lifealtering moment. It was in fact a complete letdown. Nothing happened. Like,
nothing. Me and my girl sat there with our [ __ ] Crayola drawn Ouija board, fingers on the upturned glass for a
solid 10 minutes, and didn't even get as much as a silent ghost fart come our way. Thinking that it was a complete
bust, we headed upstairs, only to be accosted by her brother and his friends demanding to know how we did that. How
we did what? We asked. Turn our [ __ ] lights off and make the keyboard start playing.
>> Literal chills ran through my body. While I'd love to say I had the magic fingerpointing skills of Sabrina, or
more accurately, Matilda, despite my dad's best efforts, I was a pretty skillless witch. At that point, I set my
ringtone to play my on my phone, faked a phone call from my mom, and nope the [ __ ] out of there.
>> Iconic. >> Over the next few years, there was a few spooky occurrences, but nothing we
wouldn't chalk up to floorboard settling or dodgy worring. Why? Why? I almost said like what?
>> I mean, worring would have made sense. Uh there was one crazy night where during a sleepover, some dude literally
broke into our house in the middle of the night. >> Damn. >> I don't know if that's spooky or just
[ __ ] up. >> That's spooky and really [ __ ] up. I guess he wasn't counting on finding a
group of teenage girls in the living room, so he dropped his bag of stolen [ __ ] and ran.
>> Oh my god. >> This was when we discovered that the only thing he tried to steal was their
family photos. >> Uh what? I'm going to my head out. >> I don't like that. Family photos.
>> I hate that. >> That's so creepy. >> Who the [ __ ] was that, dude? I need to
know more about that. >> That's giving stalker. >> It says, "I mean, what the actual [ __ ]
The police tried to follow up but found nothing." And while this was honestly a terrifying experience, it definitely was
not the work of ghosts. Just some [ __ ] up [ __ ] >> [ __ ] up [ __ ] indeed. I want to
know more about that. >> I don't want to know anything about it. Now, flash forward to 2018. I'd recently
birthed my little crotch goblin and Mia had needed knee surgery, so I'd moved back in with her parents for a month
while she recovered. Being a good friend and desperately needing some distraction
from cleaning up various small person bodily fluids, I hear that. I decided to pop and pop in and seize her with some
goodies. I iced my homemade cookies. Get well soon, you old [ __ ] Loaded the pram
and headed over. >> I love that they call the baby carriage the pram. >> And I I thought you were going to say
what I was thinking. I love that you guys use the word [ __ ] so endearingly. >> Yeah,
>> cuz like we try to do that over here. >> Everybody gets so mad at us. >> Some people get so [ __ ] mad and it's
like just call people [ __ ] >> Yeah. It's the same as [ __ ] >> Just Yeah. And some people get mad at
[ __ ] too. It's like just >> Oh, if you're getting mad at [ __ ] get out of here.
>> Well, also just live your [ __ ] life. Tell people what you want to call them.
>> Live. Let me live. And we'll all just live. >> If I call you a [ __ ] it's cuz I love
you. If I call you a [ __ ] [ __ ] it's cuz I hate you. >> Yeah, you'll know. >> And if I call you like [ __ ] that's cuz
I love you. If I call you [ __ ] that's cuz I hate you. >> Sometimes you say it sarcastically
though, like [ __ ] >> [ __ ] But like you'll know. >> Yesterday at the Starbucks drive-thru, I
realized I called you a [ __ ] Like while this while the window was open, I literally went, "You're such a [ __ ]
bitch." >> I was such a [ __ ] [ __ ] >> But I was like, "Wow." Hopefully the Starbucks girl didn't think that was for
her. And I was like, "Hey." She comes over like, "You're such a [ __ ] bitch." >> Honestly, she probably loved it. I would
love it. >> Yeah. I'd be like, "Yeah, >> sisters being sisters. >> It is what it is." So, as I walked up
her drive, I spotted her in the bedroom window upstairs. She opened the curtain and waved down at me. I gave her the
finger and waited to open. >> Waited for her to open the door. >> I love England.
>> 5 minutes went by and there I was still standing on her doorstep like a [ __ ]
So, I called her. Look, I know you're messed up, but it's cold out here. Let me in. I said, "Sorry, I didn't hear the
doorbell. I'll come now." She hung up and opened the door. I didn't ring the doorbell, I said when she opened the
door. You saw me out your bedroom window. She looked blankly at me. Chloe, I've just had knee surgery. How the [ __ ]
do you think I'd be able to get up or downstairs? Fair point. She got me there. Okay, well, at least I thought
your mom would have yelled down to let you know. Chloe, there's no one else here. I'm in the house alone. Mom and
dad are at work. I looked up at her, waiting for her to laugh, but she didn't. She just stared confused. At
that moment, her mom pulled up into the drive, confirming that Mia wasn't [ __ ] with me. She really had been
home alone downstairs watching TV. That's horrific. Sensing the vibes were more than off, her mom suggested we load
into her car and go for coffee. We were about a month away from getting my daughter christened and I certainly
wasn't going to let some demon ass curtain twitching Karen steal her soul no matter how much I wanted to catch up
with my bestie. So, we agreed. >> I love that you're like, I can't be bring my baby in there. She's not
>> Chris and we can't have that type of thing. >> In the car and obviously confused by the
fact her daughter and friend had seemingly turned into quivering extras from Scooby-Doo, Mia's mom asked what
was going on. We told her what happened, expecting her to laugh at us for being wimps, as she had done so many times in
the past. But instead, she said it was probably time to tell us the truth. >> No.
>> What? >> You don't want to hear that. >> Imagine she Well, I guess I should tell
you the truth. >> You don't want to hear that. The story went like this. They'd moved into the
house just before Mia's big brother had been born. As a baby, they would often hear him crying through the nursery baby
monitor, only to check on him and remember he was in fact in the crib downstairs.
>> Oh no. >> They'd hear footsteps in the room at night, sometimes with soft singing. And
one night, they woke up to find the entire contents of the room on the floor. >> Nope.
>> Being new parents, money was tight and they couldn't afford to just move. They
never felt threatened by the presence and so decided to live alongside it, asking only that it never harmed them.
After Mia was born, the room became hers. Apparently, she was often heard talking to people that weren't there and
would ask about the lady that sang her to sleep. >> What? I got chill. I got ew.
>> She was never scared, though. And her parents were just glad of a good night's
sleep. Honestly, hell yeah. >> As long as she wasn't scared. Yeah. >> Like my youngest wasn't scared of
Skeleton. So, we were like, "All right, hang out. >> Hang out, I guess." >> I guess. So, it was only at a street
party years later that her mom would meet a previous owner of the house, once a widowerower, but never now remarried.
And she'd find out that this sad story that could explain what had been happening for all those years. Also
newly married and with a baby, him and his wife had moved into the home in the 70s. He'd worked for a local car
manufacturer and would work a lot of nights, leaving his wife and child at home home at dinnertime and returning to
to smiles and breakfast in the morning. One morning though, he came home to no breakfast, just the sound of the baby
crying upstairs. >> Oh, that's horrifying. >> He ran up to the nursery and found found
a heartbreaking scene. While no exact cause was rep was found, the report showed that during a midnight feed, his
wife had suffered a medical episode and died. >> Luckily, the baby was unharmed, still
lying in his mother's arms. >> Oh my god, I have chills. The man was too heartbroken to stay in the house and
moved out soon after, leading to a string of very short occupancy from various residents until Mia's family.
That was >> It turns out we hadn't been imagining things growing up. Mia's mom had wanted
hadn't wanted to traumatize a couple of teenage girls with what might just be one of the saddest stories I've ever
heard. Now, my best friend likes to tell people how she was raised by her adopted
ghost mom, although she doesn't stay at her parents house anymore. So, there's my story. I'd apologize for it being
long and rambling, but I know you ladies will tell me to shut up. Keep it weird,
you guys. Take it away, Ash. But not so weird that you think that you're going to just do a Ouija board one day after a
break-in and figure out what the [ __ ] is going on, but then you you you find the
saddest story ever. >> The saddest story ever. >> Oh, no. >> But I love that her like she's singing
these kids to sleep and like trying to comfort them. >> I know. >> Like damn, I love that.
>> Mama through and through. >> Mama. >> Oh, that like breaks my heart though. And Mia clearly has been like seeing her
>> Yeah. >> through her whole life and then saw that thing on the uh at the fort.
>> Yeah. >> And like she's like clearly more in touch. >> She absolutely is. Like you said,
>> that's crazy. >> That was unbelievable. And also, if this is your daughter >> Oh, wait.
>> Cutest little thing I've ever seen in my life. >> Oh my god. >> And if it isn't your daughter, still
cutest little thing I've ever seen in my life. >> Also, fantastic shirt. >> Bluey.
>> We love Bluey. >> Love it. >> So cute. And the cats are so cute. So adorable.
All right, our next one is Listener Tale. I don't know why I said listener. >> Listener Tale.
>> Listener Tale. Paranormal Plantivity. Grandpa's uh Grandpa's Ghost and the Haunted House Plant.
>> I love that. >> I thought you were going somewhere. >> No, I'm just leaving. Bye. See you
later. I'll finish this out. >> Yeah. >> All right, ladies. First and foremost, thank you for reading my story. Feel
free to use any names or photos from it. That My name is Adam and I'm living my best life in Springfield, Illinois with
my two cats, Alfie and Glattis. I love I'll be turning the big 40 in October of this year and I have fully embraced my
spinster cat lady cat lady man lifestyle. I'm a Libra and I knew Ash would want to know that Libras are
great. Mikey is also a Libra. >> Yes. >> Yes. My grandpa is haunting my house plant and we'll get there. But first,
let me start my dress. >> Perfect way to start. But first, let me start off by saying that I think you
both are the tits. I'm basically obsessed with your podcast and feel like we're besties already. Already?
>> We are. >> We are. I started listening about a year ago and quickly abandoned all other
podcasts. All your tales of New England actually inspired me to book a bucket trip list to Salem.
>> Hell yeah. >> A bucket list trip. I mean, >> we're just bringing people to Salem.
>> We love it. >> I'm sure Salem's like, "Damn it." >> Salem's like, "Jesus Christ, Ash and
Elena." I convinced my gal pal Ashley to join me on a New England tour in October
of 2024. It didn't take much to twist her arm. All it took was dinner at our favorite dive Chinese restaurant and a
conversation about witches. She was sold. >> We uh studied up on Salem by listening
to your Salem themed episodes. Love that. By the time we arrived for our walking tour, we considered ourselves
total experts on all things Salem. In fact, the tour guide asked us on a scale of 1 to 10 how much we knew about Salem,
and we confidently answered nine. Hell yeah. The guide was skeptical, but ended up being impressed with our knowledge. I
mentioned your show to her, and she's also a fan. She even said she'd seen you in Salem before. I bet it's Sarah from
the Salem podcast. >> It probably is who we literally just saw last time we were in Salem.
>> Sarah. >> Hi. >> We saw several other cool New Englandy sites and ate all the seafood. 10 out of
10. Recommend. >> Speaking of seafood, Elena tried this much of an oyster the other day and she
spit it all the way out. And I'd love to post the video if you let me. >> I'm going to post it.
>> You're like, if you'd let me, I'm going to post it. >> Well, you nodded yes. >> Anyway, I know she wouldn't try lobster,
but she said in the future she will. >> In the future, I will. I think you'll have a better time with lobster.
>> Oyster is a no-go for me. >> Oysters are so good. >> One, I'm scared of vibrio. And two, they
taste and feel like snot. >> They don't. >> Boos. >> You're no >> boogies. >> Anyway, on to my spooky story. Growing
up, I spent a lot of time hanging out with my grandparents, Dawn and Diane. Dawn and Diane.
>> Don and Diane for life. >> Why don't I just stop there? >> I love Don and Diane.
>> What can I say? Kicking it with the olds is just a great time. >> It is. It really is. I affectionately
refer to my grandma as granny. I always have and I always will. Granny is not your typical grandma. She's
free-spirited, cusses like a sailor, and gives zero [ __ ] >> I want to be that grandma. Fun fact, she
used to read me children's stories at bedtime, but would insert curse words, frequently referring to Goldilocks as a
little [ __ ] She's [Laughter] a great time if you aren't one to embarrass easily.
>> She is a great time. I love that she called Goldilocks a little [ __ ] >> A little [ __ ] My grandpa was more
reserved, which worked out well since somebody had to put up with Granny shenanigans.
>> Yeah, they balanced each other out. >> Yeah. He grew up on a farm and worked in
a factory. He was never without his flannel, cowboy boots, and full grandpa mustache.
>> A very bluecollar country type grandpa. He taught me everything he knew and loved me with all his heart. He could be
grumpy at times. Grandpa's after me. >> Grandpa [ __ ] you know, >> but he had a great sense of humor. He
was my guy and we were always very close. Oh, >> one of my favorite early childhood
memories was going antiquing with granny. We had several local shops that we would visit regularly. I enjoyed
browsing but hardly ever found any anything that stood out until one day when visiting one of our favorite shops.
I found this old timey ceramic figure of an old man playing a cello. Honestly, it
was creepy as [ __ ] but I was into it. I was a strange child. It's fine. I turned
out okay. I love how you write. Anyway, the old man stood about 10 in tall. He was
wearing a red jacket, seated on a bench, holding a cello in his right hand, and a
detachable bow in his left. >> The old man had seen better days. His paint had clearly faded, and the cello
was missing a big old chunk. If you turned him over, there was a spot for batteries, a volume knob, and on andoff
switch. There were openings around his head and hands, almost like he was a bobblehead doll. Clearly, he was
supposed to move like one of those animatronic Santaas and play music. I expected the tune to be something super
creepy and couldn't wait to try it out. However, the shop owner told me and said
she Oh, sorry. However, the shop owner stopped Hello. >> Hello. >> However, the shop owner stopped me and
said she had tried everything and it just simply didn't work. It wouldn't play music.
>> Okay. >> Even so, there was something about the old man that intrigued me, and I just
knew I had to have him. >> I got to have him. >> I knew grandpa would love him, too. The
old man reminded me of Grandpa, only in looks. Grandpa had no musical gifts. I asked Granny to buy him and she
responded swiftly. We don't need that broken up old bastard. I was disappointed, but we said our goodbyes
to the shop owner and we left. Once we got to Granny's minivan, I asked again if we could get the old man. After some
light pouting, she After some light pouting, she begrudgingly asked to go. She begrudgingly agreed to go back for him.
Sorry. Granny headed back inside, haggled with the shop owner, and came back out with the old man.
>> That's a granny right there. >> That is a granny. We went back to the house. I showed the old man to grandpa.
He loved him just as I had anticipated. We spent the whole day trying to repair the old man and get the music to play.
Grandpa was usually very handy and could fix anything, but not this time. We eventually gave up and moved on. The old
man stayed in my grandparents square bedroom/off spare bedroom/off sitting >> square bedroom.
>> I know. I don't know what's wrong with me. Sitting on a shelf above their 70s
style faux fireplace where the bricks were made of styrofoam. When visiting over the years, I would occasionally
look in on the old man and continue to be pissed that he never worked. Fast forward to 2006 when I was 21 and had
moved my small home from my and had moved from my small hometown to the big city of Springfield. When I say big
city, I mean a population of 100,000. >> Damn, that's a lot. But much bigger than
I was used to. Around that time, my grandma suddenly my grandpa suddenly became sick and was quickly uh placed on
life support. We soon had to make the difficult decision to end life support. And grandpa passed away.
>> Oh, Grandpa. >> I'm sorry. Granny and I were with him, holding his hand as he left this world.
That was the first time I had ever lost someone close to me. I didn't get to say
goodbye. At least not when he was conscious. But they people passing do hear you. Even if they're not conscious,
they I fully believe they hear you. A short time later, I was helping Granny go through Grandpa's things. As I was
alone reminiscing in the bedroom office, I spotted the old man. I hadn't thought
of him in years. He looked exactly how I remembered him from childhood, only covered in layers of dust. That was when
[ __ ] got weird. The old man came fully alive. His head began to turn. His hand
began to move the bow across the cello. And the most haunting tune you've ever heard began to play at full volume. The
lights in the room began to cast a beam directly onto a photo frame of me and my
grandpa from when I was about 3 or 4 years old. This continued for what seemed like forever, but was probably
only 30 seconds. I immediately started to cry. I don't cry because I have a black soul. But what was I supposed to
do in that moment? >> What was I supposed to do? >> What was I supposed to What was I meant
to do? >> What was I meant to do >> in that moment? I remember wondering why I wasn't scared. I wasn't. I felt oddly
peaceful. A warmth rushed over my body like Grandpa was giving me a big hug. I felt comforted. I told Grandpa that I
loved him and that I would always miss him. It was so surreal, like a dream, but it wasn't. I figured Granny had
heard the creepy tune or my blubbering and would rush into the room, but she didn't. I began calling for her, and by
the time she came, the old man had returned to his dormant, busted up self. Granny, being the open-minded chick she
is, didn't doubt my story for a minute. For the sake of my own sanity, I picked up the old man, turned him over, and
there were no batteries, and the switch was set to off. Before I left that day, Granny insisted that I take the old
bastard home with me. I was in no condition to pick a battle with Granny, so I obeyed.
>> No, you got to take that old bastard. >> You got to, Granny says. >> Yeah. >> This was the one and only time the old
man came to life, but I've kept him with me ever since. He proudly sits on my bedroom shelf today, motionless, but
filled with special memories. But wait, there's more. Grandpa has since moved on
to haunting house plants. Not knowing anything about plants, I snatched a peace lily from Grandpa's funeral back
in 2006. Risky move, but it turns out I have a green thumb. >> Bold. >> I know. I love that you stole it from
his funeral. >> And I just love risky moves. >> Risky risky moves. >> But turns out it's great.
>> I've now kept this thing alive for almost 20 years. >> Holy [ __ ] >> Wow. I've since acquired about a million
more house plants. But I digress. >> Good for you. >> I am fully convinced that the plant is
haunted by my grandpa. It is. >> The plants bloom. Uh the plant blooms randomly, sprouting white flowers that
look like balloons. Sometimes it will go years without blooms, then bloom. Grandpa has something to say. It could
be wishful thinking or a weird coincidence, but it only blooms when I need grandpa.
>> He throws up balloons to show he's around or to provide comfort. I now call I now call the plant grandpa like a
full-on weirdo. I think that's beautiful. >> I was waiting this entire time to hear
that he refers to the plant as grandma. >> You just knew it was coming. I just knew
it. I get it >> cuz that's only right. >> It's grandpa. >> It's only right. >> There have been several examples over
the years. In 2010, my brother had a kidney transplant and my dad was the donor. This was obviously a very scary
time for my brother, dad, and our entire family. Out of nowhere, Grandpa's plant
sprouted a balloon the day before the surgery. Everything turned out fine. The surgery was a success. Grandpa was
letting us know that everything would be okay. >> Grandpa. >> Grandpa. Several years ago, my mom, his
daughter, reconnected with her high school sweetheart and they got married. >> Oh my god.
>> I wished more than anything that Grandpa could be there on this special day. What
do you know? Grandpa's plant sprouted a balloon the day before the wedding. >> He was there. In 2023, my two
16-year-old cats, Samson and Annabelle, whom I had since the day they were babies, passed within three weeks of
each other. >> Grandpa was there to comfort me. Grandpa's plant sprouted several
balloons this time. >> Oh my god. I've been experiencing some health problems over the past few
months. I blame it on being almost 40. Don't worry, it's nothing too serious, but it's caused loads of stress, and
I've been anxious as I navigate various testing. Just a few days ago, Grandpa sprouted a balloon to let me know that
everything will turn out okay. As long as that plants hold plant As long as that plant holds up, I know Grandpa will
be around. And in case you were wondering, Granny is still here, causing a scene anywhere she goes.
>> Oh, hell yeah. >> We lovingly threaten to check We lovingly threatened to check her into
Shady Pines any chance we get. I couldn't possibly wrap this up up without a Golden Girls reference. You're
welcome. >> Thanks for listening. I've included some pictorials for your viewing pleasure.
>> The shady pun. Keep it weird, but not so weird that your granny calls Goldilocks
a [ __ ] and your grandpa haunts an animatronic old man figurine and then a house plant. Or maybe do keep it that
weird because who wouldn't want a fiesta granny and a guardian angel grandpa house plant.
>> A fiesta granny. >> Oh my god, you're adorable. Look at your look at your Salem pics.
>> I need to see this. >> Oh, I love you guys. Um All right, so I guess we can probably do one more.
>> Yeah, I would do the last one. >> Maybe one more. Yeah. All right. So, this one's called Listener Tales, My
Sority Versus a [ __ ] Biscuit, Ted Bundy Wannabe. All right. Oh my god. Uh, all
right. So, let's open this up. So, this says, "Hello, my my lovely spooky friends. I've been enjoying your podcast
for years, but recently my daughter Sawyer has become a fan as well. I love that name.
>> That's such a cute name." >> Listener tales are her absolute favorite since the regular episodes run too dark
for her age, and she enjoys the lighter side you bring to true crime. All right.
I know some listener tales can also be on the mature side, but she's old enough to know which words are okay at to say
at home and not at school. That mom may hit fast forward when asking Elena to say trigger warning. And more
importantly to be aware that while most people are good, some can be very, very bad.
>> You sound like a fantastic mama. >> You're a great mama. Your stories provide a reminder to always be aware of
our surroundings, trust our instincts, and that it's okay to share our experiences, both good and bad.
>> Hell yeah. Now, when Sawyer gets in the car, instead of, "Can I play Taylor or
Sabrina?" It's, "Mom, morbid, we love your senses of humor and the quick listener tale anecdotes that can start
and wrap up in one 20-minute car ride." Sawyer told me she wishes she had her own listener tales to submit, but thank
God, she's had a happy and uneventful childhood so far with no stories worthy of a podcast called Morbid.
>> Let's keep it that way. >> So, instead, she begged me to share my own creepy scary story, C Pifa. While
using our names Christy and Sawyer is perfectly fine, I believe my college and sorority would prefer to remain
anonymous. I've attached a few photos of us. One at our last concert and one at a
trunk or treat last spooky season. You guys are awesome and I love you. You are Oh my god, you're adorable.
>> Also, you have great hair. >> Holy [ __ ] you guys are gorgeous. All right, so in the fall of 2000, I was a
sophomore at a large university and a member of a sorority with a house near campus. A few weeks before the new
school year began, everyone was settling back into the house after a summer away
and welcoming a new class of freshmen moving in for the first time. There were about 50 of us that lived in the house
together. I was chatting with friends in the living room after dinner when all of
a sudden a dozen or so panicked girls flooded down the staircase and one screamed, "There's an attacker in the
house." A friend and I ran into the nearby phone closet because even though we had cell phones then the house was
still had the house still had a landline tucked away in a small room. Early 2000
things I guess. We locked the door and did the best to barricade we what we could with the only piece of furniture
in the space a small wooden chair. >> Oh no. >> I called 911 and quietly relayed the
limited information we had hoping my voice didn't carry outside the door. I remember the look of panic on my
friend's face and realized my own must have mirrored hers. A tiny room with one exit may have not been the best place to
hold up, but it's where we fled for better or worse. I didn't always have my phone on me back then and wanted to hide
and call for help. After the police arrived, we were able to get the full story. We find out a man had been hiding
on the third floor of the house. >> Oh, it's like um Black Christmas. I hate that. They believe he was watching us a
watching as a girl. Let's call her Liz walked from her room to the shared bathroom in the middle of the house
wrapped in a towel with her shower basket in hand. He waited in Liz's room for her to return, at which point he
attacked her, striking her in the face and breaking her [ __ ] jaw. Oh my god, the level of violence it takes to do
that. That's horrific. He was wearing panty hoes over his arms and legs and a fencing mask straight out of a bad
horror movie over his face. It really was out of a horror movie. Urban Legends Final Cut was in theaters at the time
with a fencing maskfaced killer that most likely gave him the idea. >> Oh, and that's the worst of the urban
legends. What a loser. >> Yeah, like [ __ ] that [ __ ] Fortunately, a couple of badass girls in the adjacent
room heard the assault and immediately ran inside. One of them jumped on the attacker's back and he then fled the
room and ran out the back steps to leave the house. >> What a badass. >> Yes. All three of these girls were
freshmen around 18 years and old and living away from home for the very first time. As I mentioned earlier, school had
not even started yet, and they had all just moved into the house that week. >> Wow.
>> The man didn't seem to have a weapon at the time, but police later found t-shirts identified as belonging to
girls in the house in the back stairwell that must have been methodically ripped
into strips by a knife or scissors. >> Ew. He must have had plenty of time alone in the house without anyone
noticing. >> That is so scary. >> That would [ __ ] me up. >> How would you ever like feel safe again?
>> Truly. Liz was taken to the hospital and then went home to her parents to recover. She eventually came back to
school later in the semester and did amazingly well despite what happened. >> Wow.
>> Some girls offered to move her belongings into a new room in the house so she wouldn't have to return to the
same space, but she said it was okay and that she was fine. >> Wow. Good for her.
>> That's a brave lady. There were no leads until about a month later when a 23-year-old man was stopped for
suspicion of driving on a suspended license near campus. Police found reason to search his car and discovered duct
tape, handcuffs, leg shackles, panty hose, and a loaded pistol with the serial numbers filed off in his truck.
Like, holy [ __ ] The news article I will link below noted, "According to the police department, the suspect lived in
an apartment about five five blocks from the sorority house where investigators found Ted Bundy memorabilia scattered
around his room." >> E. He had told his roommate that he was a law student like Ted Bundy at the
university, but no records were found of his ever being enrolled. According to police, at the time at the age of 18,
the suspect was tried and committed of charges that accused him of slashing the throat, wrist, and forearm of a woman.
And he was acquitted. What? Along with the Bundy memorabilia, a different news article stated he told
people in his building that his name was Ted, even though it was not. >> What the [ __ ]
Ew. As his truck was being searched by police, he was able to escape the back of the police car and flee while still
wearing handcuffs. >> Shut the like. And he was also like Ted Bundying by like escaping custody.
>> Yeah. >> He was found and arrested the next day at the airport attempting to fly to
Houston. >> Holy [ __ ] >> Police believed this convicted felon was responsible for the attack on Liz, but
there was not sufficient evidence to link him to the crime. >> Wow. >> His name was never released and no
charges were filed. Who knows how long they were able to keep him for escaping the police and a firearm violation, but
certainly not long enough. >> No way. >> I hate to think of the atrocities this garbage human committed from them on
then on. Listening to Morbid has taught us this wasn't the first or last time he
was a coward. He would cowardly attack innocent women. Keep it weird, ladies, but not so weird you and your friends
have to fight off a Ted Bundy impersonator with a murder kit stashed in his truck that may not be, but really
should be put in jail for the rest of his pathetic life. Honestly, I'm horrified by that.
>> That is so scary. >> Like truly horrified. >> And even just the way he like broke into
a college like sorority. >> What the [ __ ] Just so many. >> He's literally doing the exact same
thing. He was trying to like relive and like copycat his total crime. >> E, what a [ __ ] creeper.
>> What a [ __ ] loser. That's disgusting. >> That's so scary. >> Oh, your poor friend getting her jaw
broken. >> I know. >> Like, holy [ __ ] >> [ __ ] that. >> Damn. >> Wow. Those were some crazy listener
tales, you guys. 2000 goes hard. >> It does. >> Dang. >> Yeah. >> Well, um, thank you so much for
listening. We hope you keep listening >> and we hope you >> keep it. We But not to worry that when
you try to film listener tales, the lawn mower people and the lawn mower people come and they ruin your whole [ __ ]
listener tail. But don't worry, we prevailed. It's fine and you prevailed. And you should send your listener tales
in to morbid podcast@gmail.com. Bye. [Music]

Weirdos, REJOICE! It’s that time that's brought to you, BY you, FOR you, FROM you and ALLLLL about you! This week, Ash & Alaina enter their villain era, and focus on tales from the early oughts! We’ve got haunted plants! We’ve got stories about a break in! We’ve got ghostly babysitters! So sit down, grab a cup of ambrosia and join us as we say farewell to September!

If you’ve got a listener tale please send it on over to Morbidpodcast@gmail.com with “Listener Tales” somewhere in the subject line- and if you share pictures- please let us know if we can share them with fellow weirdos! :)

Cowritten by Alaina Urquhart, Ash Kelley & Dave White (Since 10/2022) Produced & Edited by Mikie Sirois (Since 2023) Research by Dave White (Since 10/2022), Alaina Urquhart & Ash Kelley Listener Correspondence & Collaboration by Debra Lally Listener Tale Video Edited by Aidan McElman (Since 6/2025) Listener Tale Theme Music licensed from @ Main Theme: Matti Paalanen — Trick or Treat — Provided by Jamendo Ad Music: Title: Artist: BlueJay Studio — Spooky Waltz — Provided by Jamendo

Brief Summary

Listener tales include ghost stories, a sorority attack, and a haunted plant.

Key points

Listener Tales Introduction. Today’s episode features listener tales, brought to you by you, for you, from you.
Talking to a Dead Guy. A listener shares a wild story about a sleepover and a Ouija board encounter with a ghost named Justin.
Ghost Boy's Hilarious Comment. The ghost, Justin, humorously comments on a friend's period, leading to laughter among the group.
A Direct Conversation with a Dead Guy. Excitedly sharing a surreal experience with parents, only to be met with skepticism.
Mom's Last Word. A chilling moment when a toddler chants 'Lock the doors' after adopting from Russia.
The Ouija Board Attempt. In a quest for love, a Ouija board session leads to unexpected chills.

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