Episode 550: Listener Tales 84

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So let me so. The Butcher game picks up right where the Butcher and the Wren left off. So if you have not read the Butcher and the Wren yet, what are you doing?

But this time we are going to some new territory. Ooh, we are headed to Massachusetts, baby, I love it there, we're headed to the Berkshires. Specifically, where our ruthless serial killer Jeremy Rose has now fled New Orleans and is on his way up to Massachusetts to evade capture. Dr.

Wren Muller being astute as hell, you know her? She sees that there is a fresh trail of bodies that seem to be calling her back to the case. But by following that trail, is she going to walk right into Jeremy's trap? Maybe potentially, this one is a truly twisted cat and mouse game, and I mean it.

You've been warned, this one's twisted. And it's going to culminate in a violent clash of past and present, where Wren is prepared to sacrifice everything just to bring Jeremy to justice.

So head to the links in the podcast episode show notes for more details and we'll share them out, too. Um, there's also going to be a fun poster for this one, too. We did that for the first book.

You guys rule you made this happen, and I hope you love all that's to come in the Dr. Wren Muller series, Yay.

I said what I said.

At this point, with a subject line like that, I don't think you really have the ability not to read this one.

If my dad ever heard this story, he may join his mother on the other side immediately.

I'll try to attach it as a word doc. You did, but I learned, but I learned back when you could do. The cool palm tree border in printers made of rapid fire noises. Oh my god.

That's nuts. But Claudia says I'm old and without kids to show me how to work this newfangled technology crap.

And I was in a horrible mood that first time. I listened for about two minutes to you guys, laughing and joking, and shut it off and went, Nope, not for me. And I moved on. Trust the process here.

I know I sound like a douche.

And I don't like a loud environment.

It makes me feel like I've truly found my family and how you're empathetic and really care for the victims. I love the caution that you approach your listeners with, but it still gives the details that you know we're looking for. I mean, this is called morbid, am I right?

It's a pretty, freaking awesome story now that I now that I don't feel the overwhelming level of shame that I did for many, many years. Whenever the memory popped in my head, instant cringe. Oh, that being said, if listeners have their kids listening with, I'm like, I hope you don't, that being said, if listeners have their kids listening with them. Earmuffs y'all, earmuffs y'all. this this mentions bobbing on the knob. Earmuffs y'all, earmuffs y'all, all right back to my story.

My grandmother was like my mom. We were together all the time for most of my life, and I was definitely her favorite. That's the best. When I was 17, she lived in Florida and I lived in New York.

I'd recently moved back up to New York to be with my boyfriend. Because, you know, teenage hormones and shit make you do dumb stuff, you know? Like, when you'd be on the phone and you'd say, you hang up, no, you hang up, no, you hang up. And then you would end up falling asleep on the phone together. Cause it was just so nauseatingly fucking adorable, yeah.

That shit.

Hell yeah, I also saw. Don't worry everybody. Claudia sent us an image where Dave consented to his name being said.

Young Yes, youngsters. I did happen to get my internet in the mail on a CD. You're speaking to Elena's soul.

Yeah, that was like, that was like Charlie getting the Golden ticket. You would open that shit and be like, Yeah, that's wild, oh, that's internet.

He thought something was happening to me. I was overcome with all consuming grief. Suddenly, I felt my heart breaking into a thousand pieces and I could barely breathe. It was a dark, cold, snowy January evening when a huge flash of light illuminated the entire sky.

So much so that my boyfriend on the phone, three miles away from me, saw the light and yelled, What the fuck was that? I was able to sob out the words? That was my grandmother, she just died, I have to go.

My dad's, my dad's going to call me now. And I hung up. The crazy part was I had no reason to think that's what was happening at this moment. But I knew I could feel her almost like, if you've ever seen the movie Powder. And he touched the deer, he could feel it dying, slipping away into darkness. That's what I felt.

I felt my grandmother leave this earth, and when that white flash filled the night sky, I knew she was gone.

And just like I had, and just like I had said, two minutes later, the real phone ring. It was my dad who let me know that my grandmother had passed away at home in her bed.

And then somehow, even though I was the one grieving, I ended up being the one in the kneeling position.

What is happening then? No, then somehow it got worse. Dave gasped. Oh my God, she's here, shut up, shut up.

I'm like, you need to put your man-beat away because I can't do this shut up. The feeling and presence was so overwhelming that even he could feel that she was there. Hopefully she wasn't there to critique my technique. Because, Holy Heaven, did everyone else know that you're not really supposed to blow?

Damn you Catholic school sex education failing me again. No, stop the next sentence. Oh my God, this is just getting. This is the best listener tale we've ever read. Are you guys ready? So there I am, cranking out some raspberries on the skin flute, while my dead grandma was secondhand cringing with embarrassment for me.

I wish I could tell no, I wish I could tell you, I wish I could get through this, I wish I could tell you what happened after she made herself numb. But I'm pretty positive that I blacked out from sheer embarrassment and emotion. I can tell you that for a very long time. Afterwards, I did have to do a ghost vibe check to make sure that. Graham, to make sure that Graham wasn't getting another performance, although if she did, I had improved greatly.

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She struck him with her motor vehicle, she had been under the influence and she.

If I had stopped there and written and written up, if I had stopped there and written that there were stories where ghost ghost Graham saved my life and my husband's life. You guys would have said, damn it, why didn't you include them? Plot twist I did, yes.

Even though my grandmother had seen her Jezebel granddaughter in action, she clearly thought I was still worth saving. Because there are numerous occasions where the only way that I'm still alive is due to her angelic intervention. When my grandmother originally passed away, the movie Titanic had Come had come out right around that time, and the Celine Dion song My Heart Will Go On always made me cry. Fast forward. A few years later, I'm driving like a maniac.

Like I always did, my little geo tracker, which was basically a soda can with wheels and a diaper for a convertible top. So, you know, really safe. One night I'm driving this death trap down a three lane highway, that that all lanes go in one direction. It's absolutely pouring, but I'm still driving fast because I'm young and I'm dumb, and I'm indestructible.

And then the chorus hit and I really started crying and couldn't see, so I had to slow down even more. I'm in the left lane and out of a side street, a car turns into my lane. Going the wrong way, headed right for me, with its headlights blinding me. There's a car to my right and a guardrail to the left of me, so with nowhere to go, I had to slam on my brakes.

With the slick road conditions, I started to skid and he did the same. And we both propelled toward each other uncontrollably, and I closed my eyes waiting for impact. But it never happened. With the sound of the wipers on full speed and the heavy rain hitting the windshield, I opened my eyes slowly and the chorus sang out again. You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on.

Another instance with me driving down a three lane highway. There are a lot of them in my area, so it was not that crazy. And I was on the multiple times a day, but I was driving along, coming down a hill with a bend to the left, there was a light that had just turned green. The first lane had a car in it, the second lane had an 18 wheeler, and the third lane, from what I could see, was empty.

So I was coming around the bend. I couldn't see around the 18 wheeler. But went to go into that third lane so that I could pass the rig that was still just starting to get moving. The wheel was violently jerked out of my hand and pulled back to the left, keeping me in the second lane. I thought I hit something like one of those potholes that makes your car shake and your spirit leaves your body for a moment.

There was a motorcycle stalled in that right lane, still sitting at the light. How I was approaching the turn, the 18 wheeler was obscuring the view of it. And if I had passed around that right side of the truck at 65 miles an hour on the blind turn, I likely would have killed the motorcyclist and possibly even myself. But I know that my grandmother pulled the wheel from my hand and didn't allow me to go into that lane again. She saved my little trollop ass again.

Damn her little angel wings must get tired. Then again. A few years later, she saved not my life, but my husband's and an entire plane full of people. Damn. One day I was driving along and I got a vision, a vision so strong I had to pull over. It was of my husband on a plane and I could see him taking off. And a few minutes after they were in the air, the plane was malfunctioning and it was starting to fall from the sky.

Sorry, Alina.

It was what was going to happen, it was very clear. I also saw myself give give my husband's eulogy and be at the church with his casket. Oh my god, whoa.

Jesus Christ. The truly terrifying part was that my husband was away on business currently and was scheduled to fly the next morning to come back home. I called him immediately, frantically telling him to go rent a car or ride with the trucks. That would be bringing the gear back. That he should travel with one of them, but do not get on that plane because you're going to die, oh, understandably. My husband was clearly startled because he answered the phone while at work to his wife, yelling You're going to die. And was taken aback. And jokingly said, Okay, crazy lady. I got to get back to work and he had to go. After we hung up the phone, I realized how I sounded like a raving lunatic.

He still had many hours of work to go before he was able to get back into his hotel room. But when he did, he called me as soon as he got there. Once we started chatting, he did not bring up my cuckoo phone call at all. I think he was hoping that I'd forgotten about it, or maybe if we ignored it, it would go away. Clearly not the best for relationships, but hey, we're human. It had been a long day and he said he'd call me in the morning before he was heading out.

I barely slept that night because I knew the next day I was going to be a widow. Oh my god, you poor thing. I have a crazy fear of flying, just like Elena, but I never projected it on my husband. I could only assume that's what he thought I was doing. As he called me from the airport that moment or that morning, and I told him one last time, don't get on that plane.

He told me not to worry and that he would be home in just a few short hours and I would see that it was all going to be okay. My husband has flown hundreds of times for work. He flies all over the world and planes don't bother him, even though he's been in one that's been struck by lightning before. How fucking crazy. I would never get on a plane again, but hey, that's me.

If you love me at all, do not let it happen again. I saw all of it play out so vividly. And I saw him call me as the plane was going down to tell me goodbye. I knew it was inevitable. His flight was at 9 30 a.m. And I was a sobbing mess in my bed, pleading with my grandmother to save him.

At 9 56, my phone was ringing and it was my husband's name on caller ID. My heart shattered and I stared at the screen, not knowing if I was even strong enough to answer this call. Could I be strong enough to hear his final goodbye? Right before it went to voicemail? I reluctantly answered. Knowing my life was about to crumble, I sheepishly said, Hello.

My husband replied immediately and loudly I will never doubt you again. Oh my God, what happened? He told me that as soon as the doors closed, he was filled with dread. For the first time ever. While flying, the plane began to back up and all the power shut off.

Everything turned off, it came back on, and they tried again, seven times, they tried to back up and seven times the power shut off completely. My husband flagged down a flight attendant and asked what was happening because he wanted to get off this plane. People in the next row heard him and immediately chimed in that they wanted off, too.

In the next few minutes, everyone wanted off. When the power came back on, they were able to taxi back to the gate and let everyone off. He called me to tell me he was going to rent a car and drive the eight hours back home because he was not getting onto a plane today.

Don't read their names because people will know who my embarrassed ass is.

Stay weird, but don't take it away ash, Uh, keep it weird. But not so weird that your grandma sees you to do your first blow job, because that's absolutely terrible and you'll never move on.

That is among the best listener tales we've ever received.

I'm obsessed with you, I'm obsessed with it all.

They won't listen to their gut.

Hi Josh, I'm a photographer from Toronto, Canada.

My mom's house she grew up in was the opposite. That spirit was a dick. It would do things like turn on the gas stove in the middle of the night or hold a pillow down over my sleeping grandpa's face.

If we can share your photography, we'll reach out and ask because I would love to share it.

It's like decaying, abandoned buildings. I love that shit. A lot of the places have quite a bit of history behind them, and more often than not, it's not pretty. I'm talking about abandoned hospitals, asylums, churches, morgues.

These aren't. You're saying a morgue isn't pretty? No, I'm just kidding.

Party We did our research, party, we did our research and hopped in the car, bags packed and a list of spots to hit along the way. This sounds like a fucking awesome trip.

I bet it would all be swept under the rug and more testing on innocent children would have continued anyways. I'm starting to get distracted because of the history here, but let's get back to it. After about eight hours of driving, we pulled up to the area the village was close to. Since it was fenced off and abandoned, it had been overgrown and not well-maintained. It was a bit of a trek to get to.

We parked the car in a discreet location and grabbed our bags, hopped the fence and started our hike into the forest. After about 10 minutes of walking, we stumbled onto our first building. This sounds fucking awesome, really.

It was like everyone here just stood up from what they were doing and walked away, leaving everything in place for the next 50 years. I love the that that sentence is so great, like everyone just stood up from what they were doing and walked away.

Diving into the mind of someone stuck in an asylum was a chilling experience. We could have stayed here all day and explored, but seeing as the sun would eventually go down, it wasn't a spot. We felt like spending the night. We continued exploring the various buildings, each one a little different, and spent hours shooting and wandering around the grounds. We decided to stop and have a smoke out in front of the one of the buildings. Bad habit, I know, but we're just chatting about the exploration while going through the photos on our cameras.

Looking off into the distance, towards the north, this is important. Later, we can faintly see two figures walking towards us. Judging by the speed they were moving, it didn't seem to be security or anyone that made us feel like running, so we stayed put and waited until they got closer. Took about 10 minutes for the couple to make their way close enough to make to us to make out who they were. To our surprise, it was an elderly couple, husband and wife, who were going for a walk together, as they normally did through the grounds of the village.

This didn't seem odd to us at the time, so we chatted with them for about 15 minutes while standing outside. They said they didn't know much about the area, but frequently walked around here. We, on the other hand, knew a shitload about the grounds, so we're more than happy to. They were more than happy to hear a little history lesson on the village from us. While we talked, they explained that they had walked together here for the last 20 years or so and enjoyed hearing about the grounds.

They spent so much time on, we chatted a little more and then said our goodbyes. And as they continue to continue to walk away from us at the speed of an 80 year old couple. We waited and watched them walk south out of our view. As we're, as we were trespassing and breaking into some of these buildings. Once they were gone, we turned and walked in the opposite direction to put some space between us and headed north into the next building. I remember they went south, this was exactly the same as the last building we were in.

So decided to head out and keep walking to see if we could find what we could find. As we turned to start walking, we noticed that off in the distance to the north again, we could see faintly two figures walking towards us. I looked over at Matt and said in a surprise voice, Hey, there's another two people coming towards us. We were both a bit shocked by this, so the grounds were closed off, but neither of us had any idea how shocked we were about to be.

In a few minutes, we continued walking towards the figures and once we got closer, we realized it was the same old couple we had run into 15 minutes ago. There's no way that's them, it can't be.

We passed them and waved briefly, saying hi, hi you again to the couple and watching them walk off once again into the distance. This is when it got weird. Both Matt and myself were looking at each other with confused looks on our faces. Just a few minutes before, we had watched this couple walk off into the south out of view. But somehow they made a full loop of the grounds and we're walking in the same direction they originally came. These grounds were big, hundreds of acres big.

In order for this to make any sense, they would have had to have gotten in a car as soon as they were out of view. The first time sped through the closed off, overgrown roads, parked, gotten out and started walking towards us again from the north. As I mentioned before, the couple walked the speed, you would imagine an 80 year old couple to walk slow as fuck. They wouldn't have been able to run no sprint all the way around to the end to end up where they did. I think it was a good 15 minutes. Matt and I sat there trying to figure out how this was possible, running every possibility through our heads, but none of them made any sense.

It would have been hard for us two 30 year old guys at the time to cover the amount of ground this 80 year old couple did in 15 minutes. The creepy thing about Letchworth Village is that when it closed down in 1996, it was extremely overcrowded. It said that many of the patients just mingled into the surrounding areas and blended into society. I looked over at Matt and asked him if he remembered how old the couple was. And after some quick math, we realized that they would have been in their early teens. When Letchworth was in its prime.

Oh, that gave me chills. They said they had been walking around these grounds for the last 20 years or so, which would be the amount of time the grounds have been abandoned for. I remember turning to Matt and saying to him, What if they've been walking around these grounds for the last 20 years because they never left? Oh my God.

And made it back to our car waiting outside the forest we walked in. From earlier that day to this day, I wonder about that old couple and still can't make any sense of the whole situation. Were they patients? were they ghosts?

Are they still wandering around there? Today? Years later, I guess we'll never know. But I got one of my favorite stories out of it and I'll have that forever. That's all for now, maybe I'll write again.

Maybe I'll write it again about the time we got separated in another asylum and had to backtrack alone through the tunnels underneath the building. In the pitch black, looking for a very expensive camera that got left behind? Oh my god. Or the time we walked into an abandoned morgue and could visibly see the breath in front of your face. In the middle of summer and 30 degree weather, that's for another time.

But if you guys read this one, that'll be enough for me once more. Love the show, love you too and keep it weird, but not so weird that you, you know what, fuck it.

We don't need to bring that old couple back for a third time.

That was great. Wow, Josh. Also, I want to hear those other stories, so yes, please.

Haunting needs to be like it needs to be part of a movie, or it needs to be a movie like that's. That whole thing is just so chilling.

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Hell yeah, hell yeah. I listen to the podcast Love it while I'm working. And I believe, with every fiber of my annoyed, sick of stupid people being that, the two of you are what keep me from punching people in the face daily.

I feel that, with the exception of a very elite few, of which you are both included, so you're welcome, the honor is all yours.

It's all pretty relevant. We will not. I'll start this story by saying, I have no fucking idea what the fuck I experienced.

Anyway, here's my story. I was extremely pregnant and feeling like a beached walrus, minus the mustache, and laying in my bed. And my husband, who was not pregnant and felt perfectly fucking fine and is now my ex. But that's a whole other shit. Show. Was sitting next to me, chicken scratching in a tablet. Probably making a list of things to do the next day. Or writing what he considered poetry or something equally as lame. You're an icon and I love you.

He was wearing a white button up shirt and dark pants, he was in a. He was in a very crowded outdoor marketplace like you would see in Marrakesh or someplace. Not that I've ever been there, but I do watch television, I watch the TV, you know. And he was looking about as if lost or searching for someone in the crowd.

He looked at my direction a couple of times, but never spoke, at least not to me or that I could hear. Thank God, he didn't seem threatening. Because I doubt if I would have been able to get my pregnant fattery out of the bed or out of the door fast enough. But I digress while I was looking at the boy for some fucking reason, not questioning why or how he was there in my bedroom, because that's not at all creepy.

Oh my god, my first instinct was to was to crank him in the fucking mouth and be like.

I simply looked back to the foot of the bed and continued watching this strange boy. Like it was a perfectly fucking normal occurrence that we do every fucking day of the week. Next thing I knew I was waking up the next morning, but wait, there's more. When I got up the next day. My husband already left for work, so I didn't get the chance to mention the odd occurrence to him. I shrugged it off as just a weird ass dream.

Went through my daily routine, went to work, I was working the afternoon shift. I won't regale you the details of my daily routine because that would truly be a, but not so weird, that moment, for some reason. During our lunch break, my coworkers, people and I got into conversations about dreams. I shared the dream quote unquote that I had about the boy and how very real it felt to me in my dream, and how my husband saw him too.

They half jokingly said, I should ask him about it. When I got home from work, the rest of the workday was extremely hectic. Because my life is a shit show and work is part of it. And I forgot all about the boy and my dream. I went home and started preparing dinner insert hysterical laughing because me cooking.

Anyway, the hubs came home and he went straight to the shower, as instructed, and then sat down to watch TV until dinner was ready. We didn't really have any conversation to speak of, and, as I said, I'd forgotten all about the boy and my dream. Out of the blue, my husband said to me, You know, this house is haunted.

Don't you? Side note I can neither prove nor debunk the existence of insert entire mega list of paranormal beings here. So I'm on the fence. I just want to put that out there.

Please read on. After a moment of surprise, I asked him, What do you mean? why do you say that if you just read that? In somewhat high pitched, frantic voice? Good job.

You nailed it, I'm going to do it again. What do you mean? Why did you say that? why?

He said to me, Didn't you see that fucking kid at the foot of our bed last night?

Can somebody please explain this to me? Even after I divorced this asshat, we've had at least two other shared dreams. Wow, where it's the same dream, just from our our respective perceptives. Say that three times, fast, fast.

Ash, I hope you're reading this one because I love when you trip over your own tongue. It is very endearing and makes me feel not so alone. You're welcome friend, you just knew. These experiences don't scare me, but I often wonder what they are and why they occur.

Thank you for reading my lame ass story. it's not lame at all, no, after hearing the other listener's story. Mine is really not on that level it is.

Let's finish this if I am a fangirl lucky enough to get my story on a listener tale episode. Please feel free to use my name while I bottle my tears of joy as a creepy memento. Don't worry, I don't plan to send them to you or anyone. I'm weird, but not send people.

I don't know, my bottled tears. Weird. don't keep it that weird. Love you both and love the podcast. Love you p..s.

I know Elena is an accomplished author, congrats, so please don't judge the horrendous grandma.

It's practically a community service. I like the way you look at that, I love that, that's how you look at it, cause that's how I always looked at it.

You can tell us any of your weird, crazy experiences, we support you. No judgment here.

Yeah, Euro. Bodela Shire, that is the southeast coast of Australia. This area is gorgeous and remains one of my favorite places in the world. It's so peaceful and beautiful and calms my soul no matter what's happening in my life.

I love that, so you can imagine how best pleased I was when one night I was over. It was overtaken by aliens. My family have regularly gone up to this area for weekends and holidays, as why wouldn't you? Every Christmas, my family would rent a house somewhere along the coast and we'd stay there for a couple of weeks. My friend, Let's call her D, would come and stay with us for the second week of our stay and had done for years. The last time this happened, D and I were 16 and had well and truly started our teenage nonsense. One night, the house was full of two families and younger children.

So we did what any teenagers do and swipe a couple of beers and a flashlight from my parents and headed down to the beach, just a short walk away. Being a regional area, as far as we could tell, we were the only people on the beach slowly sipping on our beers, which weren't going down so well as they were warm and nasty. But when you're 16, you're like, it's fine.

I kept watching the light on the horizon as my friend rabbited away. After 15 to 20 minutes, however, this light had gotten bigger, like it was closer, perhaps, and I realized it was not sitting on the water, but significantly higher up. Hard to tell when something is so far away, but guessing at least a hundred meters off the water. So it was no longer looking like a ship or a boat.

Hmm. After staring at this for a while, I interrupted D's and then Adrian said, Story with Do you see that? indicating the light in the distance? Yeah, she says, and forgets about Adrian and becomes equally as focused on figuring out this strange orb. We both stared at it for several minutes, waiting for it to explain itself.

It was certainly bigger than anything that belonged to a plane or ship, and it just moved weird. Still confused and not thinking about it. I decided to pick up the flashlight and flashed at this mysterious light. Well, fuck. The moment I turned on the flashlight and pointed it at this thing, it immediately responded to our flashlight and to us.

We turned, we turned towards the dunes away from the beach and just ran. When we got to the top of the dunes. We both paused and dared to look backward. It was still there, just chilling. It was big and made of light, like the light you might see from a street lamp. But it had a clearly defined outline no metal opening or features, just opaque light.

It was just about the size of a double-decker bus. Its shape is hard to explain. It could have been changing shape slightly, or it could have been slowly spinning and revealing different sides. I couldn't tell. At one point, it looked like an imperfect sphere, and at others, more like a rounded banana or sausage.

Either way, it just hung in the air, soundlessly, slowly moving across the water, just where the waves were breaking, about 50 to 70 meters off the water. Maybe it was exploring now that I think about it. We really should have done a better job hiding rather than standing on the highest point of the beach, gaping and frozen. At this point, we had time to think, what the fuck was going on? Is it looking for us?

Can it already see us? Did it think our torchlight was one of its own and excitedly sprint to greet us? Only to have to explain, Oh, shit, thought you were someone else?

Years later, I told my best friend about this experience, but she was still highly skeptical and told me I only thought I saw something. What a bitch she wasn't there. That's not right, fuck you.

It says, I didn't say it, she did fuck you, says Betty. Luckily, she has many other qualities and is still my best friend to this day.

But as you can imagine, this is not a story I share with people. Since this experience, I've kept a casual eye on other encounters that might be similar to mine, but there's not a lot. If anything, this has made me more skeptical about other people's experiences, and definitely YouTube videos. As soon as I hear things about saucers and metal count contraptions, I'm like, Nope, that's not what aliens look like. So, in truth, I can't say exactly what I what it was that I saw, but I saw it.

And it was something extraordinary, though terrifying at the time. I'm only up to about an episode 160 on your podcast, but catching up fast. I like how you describe the unknowns in your stories and theorize on possibilities. So, ladies, please feel free to tell me your thoughts.

Would love to know what your maybes and explanations could be while you're baking your noodles. Let me add this. A few days later, D's father and step-mom, unexplained expectedly, paid us a visit. They had to give D the awful news that her mom OD'd. A couple of days before ending decades of struggles with heroin, D was very close and protective of her mom and was devastated.

Related Probably not, but that was two big events that happened very close together. Thanks for reading, ladies.

I know how much you love Australia, so hopefully I have provided you with another tidbit to add to your basket of creepy Australian tales. Keep it weird, love Betty.

I want to really yes for like, a hard 100, you need to see it.

Yeah, wow, I want to see it. I feel like we've had experience. You don't want to see them.

I'm not sure, I don't want to, and I do want to. I. I want to see them, but like, not get abducted, please, yeah.

So like, I don't, you won't catch me out, so you're not going to catch me in an alien ship. I also don't like flying, so that's many issues for me there, yeah.

I'm also a Capricorn, so don't touch me. And like, Yeah, no, none of this is going to work. I want to see them, though, yeah.

From the distance and just give a little wave and be like, sorry.

So you can be comforted in that fact. Betty Yeah.

Yeah, but you're right, we love Australia, we love our Australians.

You're welcome Ash. Thank you. hello, you beautiful baked potatoes. That is how I identify. thank you.

That's wild, thank you. And it's basically the only one I consistently listened to. I tried listening to other ones, but it just felt wrong. The other true crime ones are too monotone or depressing.

Plus, it made me feel like I was cheating on you guys. In a way, if I listened to a true crime podcast, that wasn't you, which I know. You encourage us to listen to other people, but I don't care, I only want you lol.

You're like, I won't, don't make me. There's so many other good ones though there are. Give them a try.

I promise, but thank you, that's so kind anyway. You guys keep me company on car rides to school every single night while studying for my exams. Med school, baby.

Hell yeah, working hard now so that everyone I love doesn't have to later. LOL. What a badass. That's Queen behavior, or king behavior, and basically anytime I'm doing anything, i...e.

Cleaning out my car, cleaning the house, walking, breathing, et cetera. It's safe to assume that if I'm awake, I have headphones in and Morbid is playing. That's so nice. I love that you guys feel like the big sisters I always wanted.

So thank you, we are below, I have attached a double space puttafa for your reading pleasure. Even though I literally write creatively for fun, I am not a good storyteller. So I apologize if we end up bouncing back and forth a bit.

I'd like to one day write in about my truly horrifying experiences, such as the time. My possibly possessed neighbor threatened to kill. Us, broke into our house and tried to kidnap my, uh, two year old at the time brother. And every time I sit down to write it, I have to stop before it's nighttime, otherwise I will get nightmares and I can't sleep. So for now, we're sticking with this less spooky tale.

Ooh, I want that one too, I want both. Hope you enjoy and my babble is not too chaotic to understand, mama.

I'm a Gemini. Nothing is too chaotic to understand. This happened recently, around two or three weeks ago, mid end of August. Though it's not my spookiest experience, it is my most recent. Let me start by providing some background.

I attend college near my house and commute every morning to my classes. On this particular morning, I remember being in a rush. I had slept past my alarm, which in turn had thrown off the rest of my usual morning routine. I took a five minute shower, which I had not thought to be possible for me previous to that morning, threw a lunch together and ran out the door. I arrive every morning around six to study for a few hours before my morning class.

So it's usually still dark out when I leave in the mornings, around 515.

You could literally never catch me doing that morning routine early. I give you a high five to get to the campus. I take a lot of back roads surrounded by corn fields and farmers to get there. Because there's less traffic, and I prefer to avoid the congestion when possible.

I drove past a red barn as I do every morning. And today there was a woman clearly upset with her. Oh shit, with her car halfway in a ditch across the street from the bar, damn.

She was standing by the back of the car, holding her phone to the air as if she couldn't get signal. I found this weird, even though we were in an area surrounded by Cornfields. I always have pretty decent reception. I blast morbid on the Bluetooth speaker on my way to school. Oh well, but we probably just use different phone companies.

As a young female, I've always been told to be careful in situations like this, as it's sometimes a tactic used to hurt or kidnap people. We've all heard those stories where a lady or a child pretends to be hurt. And a guy comes out of nowhere and hits you over the head with something and you pass out, or you die. Or maybe that's just me, since I watch forensic files with my mom all the time, but something felt really off.

I passed her fairly quickly. Speed limit in the area is 45 miles an hour as I drove by her. We made eye contact for a brief moment and I swear time slowed and chills immediately ran down my spine. My gut started twisting into knots, and I felt an indescribable heaviness. I felt like if I didn't stop, I would deeply regret it or something bad would happen.

I got the terrible feeling that this woman was in danger. I quickly estimated in my brain that the probability of getting kidnapped, raped or murdered. If I were to turn around and asked if she needed help, she was the only other one out there. And I'm absolutely certain that there weren't any other people or cars. But just to be on the safe side, I decided I'd stay in my car. Pull up to her with my window rolled down a slight crack and ask if she needed help. I turned around in the big driveway of the Red Barn across the street. As I got closer to the ditch, I realized she and the car have completely vanished.

That's what I would shit myself again. It was bizarre as it couldn't have taken more than two minutes for me to turn around and get back to that ditch. An eerie feeling came over me, but I decided I was probably just paranoid and should forget about it. So I unpaused morbid and continued on my route to school. Everything that day went fine.

Nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning, however, things got weirder. Once I drove by the barn again, there was another car in the ditch. It wasn't the same kind as the woman had, and nobody was outside the vehicle. The lady's car was a dark color.

This car was white, it looked too clean to belong on these roads. Honestly, I don't know much about cars, but it looked nice to me. All the windows were completely tinted, so dark you couldn't even see by the driver's side window, which is illegal where I live.

I also noticed there was a black, there was black writing on the side of the car. But I couldn't read what it said. Because of how far away my car was and the speed I was going, totally wasn't speeding. Winky face, winky face, never, never, don't speed.

Be careful. This time, I drove straight by it and didn't even consider stopping. My gut was screaming, No run to me. I'm not quite sure why.

I just got a terribly gut-wrenching wave of anxiety, so I kept going because kindness is for dead people. And I have an exam that morning and I wanted to study anyways.

We had walked to our cars and we're just chatting, putting our books away, et cetera. When a white car with tinted windows and black lettering on the side pulls in and parks in the spot directly next to mine, my friend found this odd. Since there were tons of open parking spaces surrounding us, we park way out in the back lots to avoid all the congestion getting out yet.

This car chose to park right next to me. I was internally freaking out a little bit now, as this was the same car that I'd seen in the ditch earlier. I asked Peter if we could go back inside the building, and he, Uh. And he saw the look on my face and knew something was off. He walked me back inside the building and I told him what happened. We looked out the window and saw the car pull out of the spot, roll down the driver's side window slightly, as if it rolled painfully slow by my car. And then out of the lot.

That's fucking weird. Oh, I hate that. Peter walked me to a campus police car and explain the situation to the cop. We ended up leaving and the officer told us that the next, sorry. The officer told us the next morning that though he saw the encounter on the security footage. He really couldn't do anything, which I knew and I didn't expect him to, I just guess I wanted somebody to know, I guess.

It made me feel safer at the time, but looking back, maybe it was a waste of time. No, I would.

He parks right next to me and with the way that our garage is set up, he would have hit my door with his car if it were left open. When he pulled out, it threw me off, but I brushed it off and assumed maybe I just left it open the previous day. And somehow my dad got around it. Or maybe he needed something for my car and grabbed it before he left, forgetting leaving the door open.

I shut the car door and went back inside to get my laptop bag. When I came back out, the driver's side door was open again. I walked around the car cautiously, using the flashlight on my phone to shine under it and around it quickly. Making sure that I was the only one in the garage. I was hit with the overwhelming feeling that I was not, I swear. I felt like I was being watched, slamming it shut and locking it this time.

I went inside to grab my lunch. When I came back, the garage light was off. This is a fucking horror film.

I feel that I'm too young to be this over it, but whatever, I'm an old spirit. I yelled something along the lines of, Leave me alone. You most certainly are not welcome here, so get the fuck out. Or I will get a shovel and a frying pan and beat you until you're dead twice.