Transcript of Episode 641: Listener Tales 94

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Hey, weirdos. I'm Elaina. I'm Ash. And this is Morvin.

It's Marvin. We're ourselves again, honey.

I don't know why we went there, but it felt right. We tried a trans-Atlantic thing, I think, almost.

It's like when we did the Bob Haired Bandit, and I tried so hard to be trans-Atlanticism, and I just wasn't. Trans-atlanticism. You know, Death Cap for Cutie. We did a whole thing. Yeah. You know what?

Before TikTok goes away, we might as well start with just nonsense. In Before TikTok goes away, there's this comedian on there. Her name is Carissa. And I want to find her full name, Carissa. Her whole act, she's like this, something Darling is her name. And she does this... She does crowd work in a trans-Atlantic accent in full gown. And she's just like, What's your name, darling? It's just like, it's really good. And she does the whole act like that. That was good. And she's fucking hilarious. So Carissa. Go find her.

Go find her and find out where she goes.

I'm going to find her on there while we continue so I can shout her out.

I'm not fully convinced that TikTok is going anywhere.

I don't think anybody really is.

And if it is, I'll be I'm a little bit sad for probably two days. And then I'll be like, wow, look at all this stuff I completed in my free time. Yeah, right? Because it eats up a lot of my time.

It's true. So I don't think it's that bad of a thing in that scenario.

No, but I do feel bad for creators who have made a living on there.

Well, that's the thing. It's been around for how many years? And it's like, when you've made a living off of this.

It's like your actual job. Yeah. Like our girl Isabel.

Oh, our girl Isabel.

I don't know what I'm going to do without Isabel's videos. Isabel, Analee. Analee.

Tyler. Mikaela.

What am I going to do I can't go to Patto. I'm going to be so sad when I can't go to Patto.

It's Carissa Hendrix, by the way. Carissa Hendrix. Let me see. Go find her.

She's so pretty.

She just roast people. But in the most classy way.

That's my dream job.

I love her.

We do that, actually.

She's really funny. So just go find her anywhere. I don't know. Find that girl. Find that girl, Carissa Hendrix. But yeah, I don't know. We just went with a 20s theme today.

Yeah, I don't even know whose idea this was. Maybe it was Mikey. Mikey, was this your idea? You mentioned it during the podcast at the end of that time. Boom, there it is. There it is. It was our idea. Speaking of actual regular episodes, this is an actual episode, but it's Listener tales. So we are going to put out Rodney Part 2, Rodney Alcala Part 2 on Monday. If you're watching this, it's probably Thursday. Or this came out on a Thursday. So we just wanted to have a little breather after part one. Quick little palate cleanser. Yeah. We're going to get into some gnarly shit in parts two and three. So this is like your little send off into that, which is nice. Yeah. We love it. Yeah. I picked the tails today. There's like a theme, I guess.

I feel like there's a theme, but without a theme. Yeah, I did like- The vibes are right.

I looked for like... I searched the word Gatsby. I searched the creepy doll and speakeasy. I like that. Yeah. All things that felt like of the time. They all make sense.

And even if they're not, it makes sense.

Yeah. Also, I want to wear these gloves every day.

As you should. Also, I had something really cool happen before this, and I'm having trouble concentrating, and I can't say what it is yet.

It's awesome. It is. It's really cool.

I I'm trying to say that.

We can't say too much because I feel... I give things away so easily. Like with my face and even like one... I'll say one thing and people are like, I know exactly what you're saying. And I'm like, I was really trying to be... I was trying to be undercover there. Trying to be coy. I could never be a narc. No. Well, I guess maybe I'd be a good narc.

You just wouldn't be a good undercover. You couldn't be an informant. No.

Oh, my God. I think about that a lot. I think about that a lot. When we do cases where somebody wears a wire, I'm like, I could never. First of all, my IBS, I would just shit myself instantly.

My IBS could never.

My IBS could not handle that. And neither could my delicate psyche because we're one step away from a full break.

I just laugh. Any time I'm feeling any type of way, I start laughing or smiling. So I'd be so shitty.

Remember the time that I was... I won't say who it is, but remember the time we had to go to a funeral together and we couldn't stop laughing?

Because I just can't handle emotions.

No, nothing was funny. No, nothing was funny. It was actually very sad. But we were sat together in a church pew, if you can fucking picture that. And we just couldn't stop laughing. We couldn't. And my grandpa gave a eulogy and it was so It's true. It was super bossy. The great guy. We were like, oh, gosh, the greatest of guy. I freaking loved that guy.

But yeah, I can't. Any time to process an emotion, I laugh or smile. I do that, too. And I often have to say, I'm not finding this funny. I am upset. I have to tell people, I'm upset, I promise.

Yeah, that's your tism, too.

It is. It's part of that. So this is the only way I know how to process anything. So I'm just going to maniacally laugh for. Okay. Which this is a good thing.

It makes sense. Do you want to go first? Do you think that will be helpful? Yeah, I'll go first. Okay. I think that sounds good. Dive in.

Because I'm so happy.

Oh, gee, morbid. She's about to dive in, everybody. I'm about to dive in.

There it is. Oh, that was really good.

Alicia?

That was good. Is she here? We need a little seance table in front of us, which I feel like we're dressed for.

Oh, yeah. You're actually... I feel like Something about the green is giving Barry and Madame Leota. I love that. Is it Leona or Leota?

It's whatever you want it to be. This is your show.

It can be what you want it to be. Like Trixie and Katia say. And not yours. Exactly.

So you can make it whatever you want.

I wish we took that tagline. I know. I wish we thought of it.

That's a great tag. I wish we stole that from them.

I wish we could steal it.

No, I love them. So should I do the time a Ghost Shoved Peaches Up My Nose?

Yeah, that one's really funny, actually.

Just Nose. I said Nosed. I said nosed.

I'm I'm not really sure. I didn't even hear that you said those. You say whatever you want to say.

I will because it's my show.

And not yours.

Just kidding. All right, so let's get to this. All right. Hi, there, spooky gals. Hi. My name is Jessie. Okay, I was making sure I could use it. I can use it. I don't mind if you use it. I appreciate you, ladies and whatnot. I would say all the mushy stuff, but I'm not good at that.

Neither is this one. Me neither. I'm the mushiest, gushiest. So I'll just say, You love us. You love us. We love you.

In fact, I had to say something really mushy to John. The other night. You did? I had a moment. You know how you get that moment of feeling like- Overwhelmingly appreciative?

Yeah.

You're just like, wow, you're so lovely. Yeah. And I get to hang with you forever.

Yeah.

And so I had all these emotions about it, and he happened to be upstairs doing something. So I texted him and I literally said, I don't know how to do this in person, so deal with it. And he was like, that first part of the text had me dying.

Also, 18 years into marriage, I don't really know how to tell you how much I love you, so deal with it.

So I know, and then I'm going to text it to you. But he was like, he literally was like, I'm dying.

You're unreal. Sorry. I had a little piece of hair, just like one piece of hair.

Oh, that happens to me a lot.

There it is. I got it. Sorry, I just didn't want you to yell at me for touching my face. No, don't All right, it's cool.

So it says, insert bunches of mush here. L-o-l. Honestly, that's essentially what I did to John the other day.

I love that you did.

You guys are the best and get what I mean. I do. I love you. I appreciate you. I respect you. I previously sent this tale in, but after rereading it due to my BFF Alyssa, you can use her name. Thank you because I used it. Who also loves morbid, by the way. Thank you, Alyssa.

Alyssa.

Told me I severely spelled Ottoman wrong.

I mean, that happens.

I would have done that, too.

I don't spell things correct.

I realized that in an effort to stay on topic and not get distracted a million times like I tend to do, that my tail was actually pretty short and needed more zest.

Oh, I love zest.

We love zest, darling. We're going for the zest. However, if you want a quick one, then feel free to the original version. I'm not picky. I want this one. Yee-haw. Let's get into it. I'm from Florida, hence my Yee-haw. I was wondering.

Yee-haw.

Anywho, I'm a full-time dog nanny. That's awesome.

Another dream job. That I could handle.

That's a fucking great job.

That A good handle.

Yeah, I could do that.

My IBS could definitely take that.

And they said, yes, you could call it a pet sitter, but dog nanny sounds way cooler.

I like dog nanny. I agree.

Dog nanny. Yeah. A nanny for dogs. For context, back in the day, I to groom dogs full-time and give them snazzy haircuts. I love that. Shout out to Ash. I know it's not the same, but still, we were both some hair stylist.

It's also probably better because dogs can't talk.

Yeah, and you got to make those dogs look fresh. Oh, it makes sense.

One thing I'm going to miss about TikTok is watching In the grooming videos. Yes. When they make them look like little Teddy bears. Little Teddy bears. Little Teddy bears. And they put the little bowls on their hair. I love it. I love that.

Back then, I didn't dog nanny much since I was focused on being a dog barber. But there was a family with two dogs that I have I've always made time to nanny for, and I have claimed the dogs as my own since then. I would do that, too. I visit them three to five times a week. I'd like to think if the doggies were to become parentless for whatever reason, that they would come live with me over anyone else in the family. I love how dark that thought is.

If their entire family died, I feel like I would get custody of them.

I feel like if for some reason their parents just weren't here anymore, that I would get those dogs.

If they just like, vanished off the entire Earth.

I I love your mind.

I love it. Yeah, it's good.

I've had dogs written to me in people's wills.

That's high praise.

That's the highest of praise. Like, truly.

Are you leaving me your dogs?

Damn.

You got to- Have you worked them yet?

I mean, I trust you with them for sure, but I wouldn't want to disrupt your cats. I know. Because I care about those cats.

Yeah, thank you. I care about those dogs. We'll figure it out later.

We'll figure it out. Off camera.

It's cool. She's not going anywhere. Yeah.

Let's hope they stay alive because while I want all the dogs in the I already have two amazing fur babies on my own, and if I end up with more, I may need to get a bigger house. Yeah. Well, already, for the first few years, the family mentioned above lived in a beautiful, safe-feeling house.

Well, not anymore.

Uh-oh. Last year, they moved. The pet parent, as I like to call it, had mentioned that her mother, who previously owned the home, left behind some antique items such as vintage mirrors, figurines, and the scariest dolls you have ever seen all throughout the house. Plus, the house is covered in old-timey wallpaper, which isn't super relevant other than the spooky uki vibes.

I love, which isn't super relevant, but spooky uki. I love vintagey wallpaper. In fact, there's a wallpaper man at my house right now figuring out how much wallpaper I need to order.

Which is really bad I'm so excited. It makes me want to I'm going to order so much wallpaper. I love that. Flash forward to the first time I had a slumber party with the dogs there. There was a double closet in the room I was staying in. I was hearing sounds from one side of the closet throughout the night, like a tapping or soft banging noise. I'm a scaredy cat in general, so this was a huge, Nope, for me. I opened that side of the closet only to find creepy dolls in rocking chairs. Specifically, doll-sized rocking chairs.

You said in rocking chairs or and rocking chairs?

In rocking chairs.

I just pictured dolls on one side, multiple rocking chairs on the other.

And these are dolls in their doll-sized rocking chairs. Just tiny rocking chairs.

Ready? I'm going to look at every camera and say no. No, No, no. That's not even my camera, but I'm going to look at it and say no. No. Uh-uh.

Uh-uh.

Not up in here. No. It reminds me of Ma. I love that bitch. I love that bitch so much. I too love that bitch. But at home in one of our hallways, Ma had... I'm not shitting your dicks, guys. She had three big, three three-story cases of dolls. And let me tell you, when you're like, sneaking home at night after a little... The dolls? You sneak home at night fully sober. You walk up the stairs in the daytime at that house fully sober. They're going to eat you.

The dolls.

They're coming at you. They're staring at you. She loves it. Oh, and I had to walk past every case to get to my room.

I think that's why... So obviously, I grew up in that house. I grew up with those dolls.

Yeah, that's your mom.

I am not freaked out by dolls. And I think it's because I spent my entire formative being exposed to those dolls being in my life at all times.

I spent a lot of time being exposed to those dolls, too, and I hate them.

I don't know what it did because I think I'm just so used to them. I was used to her getting dolls for different holidays. I think there's a puppy crying.

There is a puppy crying. She wants to say hello. She said, you're talking about dogs, and I'm a dog. Hello.

Excuse me. That's definitely a Blanche.

That's definitely Blanche. She said, I like the 1920s.

My name's Blanche.

Can I wear a Yes.

But yeah, I'm not freaked out by dolls. Dolls don't freak me out in general. Obviously, a scary doll, like a fucking Annabelle or something like that is going to give me the willies. But like, yeah, dolls in general, I'm just going to like, okay.

The word doll is losing all meaning. Doll. Doll. Now I'm just thinking roll doll.

Yeah.

But yeah, I don't like dolls. What a journey that went on. That's the inside of my brain for you.

Now I'm thinking roll doll. And you know what? James and the giant peach.

Peaches. Peaches.

James and the The giant peach is a real doll, right?

Yeah. Oh, I thought you said James and the giant peach is a real doll, right? And I said, no, it's a real doll, right? Did you see the math going on? Yeah, it's a real doll. Yeah, we're here. We're here. We're here. We're here with you. We're here. We're getting I'm not getting back into the story.

Yeah, it connects. It connects. With peach here.

At first, though, again, I misunderstood you. We're not getting back into it. I thought you said roll call.

Roll call. Mikey. I'm still big Right. Yes. All right. Here we are. I love it. After that, the closet kept opening by itself overnight. No. I would go to sleep only to wake up with it being open and seeing the creepy dolls staring into my mother freaking soul. Eek. My sister, who doesn't believe in ghosts, told me to compliment the dolls and ask them to chill, which I did.

I think she believes in ghosts then.

She does because she's like, You got to make friends with them.

She said, Be nice to them so they don't eat your soul.

She said, Which I did. I told them they were very pretty, but were freaking out. Not sure if it helped, though, or if you're supposed to talk to spooky dolls in general.

Oops.

After this, it went on for days to the point that I needed my boyfriend, a complete skeptic, to come stay with me out of fear. He didn't believe any of it. The closet had those Christian-type doors that scrunch open. He put an ottoman or ottoman. I like that. Whatever one.

However you spell it.

Footrest thingy. I sure don't know how to spell it and still can't figure it out. Is it? Alyssa thought I was trying to spell abdomen. Abdomen.

That's what I thought when I first read this tale. I think it's O-T-T-O-M-A-N. That's what I thought. Because I think it's Ottoman.

Or is that like, Ottoman Empire?

Who's that? That's like, who the fuck is... Who's Empire?

It's a time period.

Oh, who knew?

Which one? The Ottoman Empire.

When was that?

I can't tell you. I will claim ignorance on that. I don't know what time period it was. There's also a vampire weekend song that played at our wedding called Ottoman. I like that song. It was our cake cutting song. It was.

Mine was... Oh, finish. Keep going. Sorry. No, you go ahead. Mine was, I want to be loved by you, just you, and nobody else thought you. I know my idea, I'll stop you. I feel like we're on hinge today.

We are. I am feeling like I am in orbit right now.

Technically, I think, aren't we all in orbit?

We are sober as a judge, as always. And I am in orbit. Yeah.

Yeah. Orbit. Orbit.

I'm in space.

The Otto- Ottoman Empire. Oh, I thought you said... No, I did think you said Empire. Did you just hear my stuff? Yeah, I did actually. It was insane. I got it on the fucking mic. Oh, the Ottoman Empire was an absolute and constitutional monarchy that ruled over a large area of... Oh, I remember this.

It's in the very low numbers. Yeah, the 14th.

Well, the 14th century to the early 20th century, though.

I don't know a lot about it. I will not claim to.

It's also known as the Turkish Empire. I've heard of that.

There you go. Okay. All right. So he put an Ottoman, not the Empire, but the footrest thingy in front of the closet. So I would feel safe and would know that the closet wouldn't be able to open. Well, there you go. Jokes on him because the next morning, the other side of the closet was open. He asked if I had done it, to which I said, No. Uh-uh. No, sir. No, no, boyfriend. No, sir. I told you this place was spooky. It's spooky. My goodness. Honestly, I'm glad he got spooked out because now he believes me. After that, I hadn't stayed in the house until a month ago. This time, I was offered to stay in a different bedroom, to which I gladly accepted. Yes, please. There were no creepy dolls, but a few odd things. There was an exterior house light right outside the window that would turn on and off throughout the night. I figured it was a sensor issue, or at least that's what I tried to convince myself. The bathroom would randomly make weird noises, like weird gurgle noises that sounded like they were coming from the ceiling.

That's the ghost of me.

Just gurgling up in the ceiling. Yes. That was me a second ago.

Yeah, did you guys see that? Yeah.

My stomach was like, Rooh.

I don't even know if we'll need to, but we need to see if we can amplify that.

Yeah, because I'm hungry. Me too. Maybe just another house issue. The flipping wall made weird banging noises off and on, too. But I had to pretend it was all just a That's a good incidence anyways, because, da, it's better to avoid problems.

It really is.

But then throughout the night and only at night time, I would get an aggressive smell of peach in my nose.

That's nice. That is really nice. I'll take that. At first, when I was reading it, I thought you were going to say pea.

Yeah, pea wouldn't be great. Like urine. Urine. Urine, but peaches. Peaches, I'll take. Not like an aroma in the room, but like all the way up my nose. How rude.

That is a little It was a bit rude.

It was as if somebody actually shoved an entire ripe peach up my nostril. No, thanks, Ghosty.

Maybe the dogs were farting and whoever in the afterlife felt bad. And they were like, you shouldn't smell bad because you're so sweet and you take care of these dogs.

Here's some peaches. Take some peaches. Millions of peaches. Peaches for free.

Up in your nose.

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I searched for outlets with air fresheners and didn't find anything.

It kept occurring the whole stay, only at random creepy times at night. At this point, I decided there was only one logical option. I had to accept that the ghost really wanted me to know that they smelt good because what else am I going to do? I'm stuck here for two weeks. I told the ghosty that I was just there to take care of the pups and asked it to chillax a little so that we could be, you know, buddies. Fair. Not sure that helped either, since those occurrences kept happening over the two weeks. It's safe to say that I was a little bit sleep-deprived, but Peach Ghosty never harmed me, so we're on good terms now. Yeah, I would say so. Anyways, I've avoided the creepy dolls at all costs since, like I said, I befriended my peachy ghost friend, maybe. I'm spending another week at the house now, so maybe I'll have more ghostly encounters. Keep it weird, but not so weird that ghosts shove very fragrant peaches up your nose. Attaching pictures of the cute puppies just for fun below, as well as scary dolls. Also, going to add my personal their babies because I love them so, so, so much.

I could just melt. Thanks for everything. You guys really are the best. So are you? I love you.

Those are scary dolls.

The dolls. Also, that scary Ship Captain doll is a little much.

Oh, your Puppertons. Wait, I need to look at this. Look at them. Oh, one of them is literally smiling. Shut up.

I love them. Oh, God. I love Puppertons.

Wait, I want to see the cat. What the fuck?

I love Puppertons. Yeah, I don't like the captain. It's like a ship captain statue.

I don't know about that.

Jessie, I love it. I love you. I love Alyssa. I love Ottomans.

I love it all. We're in orbit. All right. We're in orbit. She She's not okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm going to read, Listener Tale. Was my dog possessed? Yes. Maybe the theme is dogs.

The answer is yes. The theme is fur babies.

I literally picked this Listener Tale because you are so gorge and so is your partner and so are your dogs. I showed it to you already.

Oh, that picture? Yeah.

I was like, wow.

And I was like, pick that.

And then I said, I want to look like you in my next life.

It's true. She did. All right.

So this listener tale, I think I can say your name. It's Hot Mess Pooches. And it says, Hey, ladies, I fucking love you all. I fucking love you. This is long as fuck. Some of it's ADHD ramble, but oh, well, cool. We just did that for about 42 minutes on tale number one.

And you're still here.

I did the double space large font put-a-fuh because I'm old and did not wear my glasses while typing this because that would have been the smart thing to do. I've attached a story about the time I think my dog was possessed with a side story about how my uncle was not the circleville letter writer and how I almost got married in the Rampert Street murder house. My life is fucking weird. Feel free to use my first name. My last name may sound familiar. And the first name is Natalie.

Natalie. Oh, there it is. I was like, I literally went like this. I was like, Do it. Natalie.

I like, What's the.? Is it Sue-An? Jo-an. Jo-an. That's my favorite one.

She does Jo-An.

Hold on, now I need water. Joanne.

I can't do it because I'll start coughing forever.

I know it hurts a little bit. All right. My name is- Natalie. Feel free to use my name and any other names in my story. Will do, Natalie. Will do, Natalie. Hold on, fuck. Oh, man. I don't remember exactly when I started listening to you because what the fuck is time anymore? But I will say- Agreed. You two have kept me company as I transported rescue dogs all over the country for the last few years.

Oh my goodness.

Your podcast has helped me keep my eyes peeled as I travel thousands of miles, often only accompanied by dogs. You two have me a ton of lessons that have probably saved my ass. Fresh air is for dead people. Hell, yeah. And have helped validate my true disdain for humans.

I love that.

That's what we're here for.

That is what we're here for. I've been meaning to- People are good at people, and you should know that. Yeah.

Sometimes they people good, most So that time they people bad.

They people good, so they people bad.

And that's why we disdain them. Exactly. I like using disdain as a verb. I like it. All right. I've been meaning to write for a while, but as the director of a nonprofit dog rescue...

Bitch, can you get any cooler?

I hope you mention what it is because I'll it. Yeah. Anytime I would sit down and start typing, I would give into exhaustion and find myself falling asleep at my keyboard. I understand that. A recent car accident, I'm sorry, finally forced me to slow down and gave me the time to write. To tell you how long I've been trying to get a listener tilt into you, the case I was going to write to you about originally was actually covered in 2022, episode 328, The Circleville Letterwriter. That was one of my favorite episodes to do. That's a wild one. That's a really interesting case. This case is what sparked interest in true crime. Why, you may ask? Why? All right, I looked it up and I think it's Fresh Hour. So Paul Fresh Hour was my uncle. Some of my very first memories include visiting him in prison when I was just a young man. When the Unsolved mysteries episode about the case came out, my dad sat me down and we watched together. My family didn't talk about the case very often, but none of us believed that my uncle Paul was capable of attempted murder.

You remember that? Yeah. He ended up getting put away in prison for 10 years.

Damn, and that's your uncle.

And I wasn't so sure about that either. Yeah. He was actually the person. This man would have given you the shirt off his back and was the first to ask how my dogs were at my family gatherings. When he was found unresponsive in his car after the heart attack that eventually took his life, his trusty toy poodle Tommy was by his side. Oh, Tommy. Tommy, the toy poodle. I love that. I want a poodle. My dad. What?

That felt like an intrusive thought. You were like, I want a poodle. Kind of. My dad. He was like, Must have poodle.

I need a poodle. Named Tommy. Oh, my God. My dad was one of seven children, and my uncle Paul was my favorite after my dad. I truly believe Karen Sue, his ex-wife, set him up. Paul served 10 years in prison to protect his son, who was roped into the set up by his mom. Yes, Paul was absolutely the person who would give up his own freedom for those he loved. Unfortunately, Karen Sue passed away last month and has taken her secret to the grave. But that's not what this listener tale is about, so I'm going to give you a short backstory without rambling, but I'm not going to make any promises because ADHD... I feel that. I grew up going to my dad's house in Columbus, Ohio, and my mom's house just outside of Houston, Texas. For those of you who do not know, New Orleans is a mere five hours from Houston if your mom drives like a bat out of hell. That's crazy. I know. I didn't realize that.

Yeah. Geography.

I was going to say, gogography.

Gogography.

Back in 2002. Back in 2002, I was a pretty angsty teen. Spoiler alert, I am now a full-fledged misanthropic eldergoff.

Oh, everything you're saying, I'm just like, Yup. Yeah.

As soon as I read this, I said, You speak to me in a certain way, but you really speak to Elaina.

When you just said 2002, you were just an angsty teen. I'm like, Yup. Yeah.

I was- Same girl. Five. Yeah, it sounds like a thunderstorm.

You're five. Yeah, you're 15. You can hear it. Cool. Guys, I'm hungry. She hungry. I'm hungry for your tails.

All right, so, Ms. Anthropic elder Goth and learned that my favorite musician lived close enough to talk my alcoholic mother into weekend trips to the Crescent City. She would drink and gamble while I would roam the streets with friends hoping to run into the dark Lord of Industrial Music himself.

Do you know who that is? The Trent Rezner?

Is that... He's Nin, right?

Yeah, he's Nin. I don't know. I'm just the dark Lord of Industrial The Dark Lord of Industrial Music just makes me think of Trent Rezner. Yeah, I could see that.

Am I right? I don't think it ends up saying. The city immediately owned a piece of my soul. If you have never been to Nolins, it's not like any other city you will ever visit. I could go on and on the food, the jazz, the drinks, the art, the history, the best bar down the alleyway. You'll miss if you blink, the tarot card readers in Jackson Square, or the speakeasy that the vampire sent you to above the unassuming Bourbon Street bar. That sounds fucking awesome. Yeah, it does. It's almost like an alternate universe. And if you are sensitive, the energy will keep you coming back. It's like a drug if you're a weirdo who has never felt like you have had and had a home anywhere else. I love that. Beautifully said, but made me sad.

That really is But you know what? You got now ones. Now you got now ones.

As an adult, I make any excuse to visit and will often wrap up my dog transport trips with a stop in my favorite city to decompress. That is. One of the strangest sites I have ever seen was the French Quarter. Yes, Yeah. One of the strangest sights I've ever seen was the French Quarter, late spring, 2020. My boyfriend at the time had never been to New Orleans, and so I thought we would stop on our way back to Texas from the Midwest. It was a literal ghost town. Plenty of souls, but very few were living. I like that.

You're like very poetic.

You are very poetic. We were able to walk through the middle of the street with our dogs as I gave him a tour of the quarter, passing by maybe three or four humans along the way. It was surreal, but the energy of the city I love just wasn't there. A few months later, the city had started to open back up, so we decided to visit again. I wanted to show my now boyfriend the city I have obsessed over since I was a teen. We will call my ex Jeff, mostly because that's his name. And he will probably shit his pants if he hears you all tell this story. Hell Yeah, Jeff. I love, Mostly because that's his name.

That's a great reason to call him that.

It is. It's the perfect reason. We found an amazing deal on a dog friendly historic hotel right in the French Quarter, so we decided to treat ourselves after another 2000 mile trip moving dogs to homes and Partner Rescues Midwest. That's amazing. I know. I always travel with a few of my own personal dogs because I have separation anxiety. So a long walk around the French Quarter was the first thing we did. This is where I mentioned that I'm also a professional dog trainer and behavior specialist. My dogs have traveled with me all over the country and are used to staying in hotels. After a long walk around the French Quarter, we checked into our hotel, unload our bags, and set up dog crates in our room. We made plans to have dinner and join a haunted history walking tour. I want to do that so bad.

I want to do that right now. Let's book a trip.

Let's go. Jeff and I Jeff, his real name, and I, got the dog settled and walked out the hotel room to head to dinner. I always wait outside the hotel room door to listen for my dogs to settle. But this evening that didn't happen. Atticus. I love that. Atticus. I love that. Wait until you hear the next name. My most behaved deaf boy was scratching at the door and his deaf adopted sister, Dita Von Fleeze Adikus and Dita Von Fleeze. Dita von Fleece is the best dog name in the history of dog names.

Hands down.

Nobody else named your dog again.

That beats Kevin. Way better than Kevin. That beats Kevin. Valentina. Kevin. The best. Dita von Fleeze.

But Dita von Fleeze was crying in her crate. Oh, no. We figured they just hadn't had enough time out after a long trip and decided to take them to dinner and on the walking tour with us. I'm attaching a photo of myself with the three dogs who are with us on the trip. Lilith, Dita, and Atticus.

And Lilith.

My tattoo's name is Lilith. Shut up. Bitch. I love her. Now, an evening of perusing the French Quarter in August may seem like a lot for most dogs, but these are young Dalmatians, and they're fucking adorable.

Oh, my They're stupid cute.

They were literally bred for running miles upon miles. We had dinner outside next to Jackson Square, which is now full of artists, street performers, and psychics, but was once where the city held their executions. I scanned the square for my favorite tarot card reader, but I didn't see her. I'd been drawn to her several years prior because of the wolves on her altar cloths. My readings would often end with a discussion about our dogs, and something she had said has stuck with me. Dogs with, I think it's heterochromia? I think.

It's the eye thing.

Two different colored eyes, can see the living and the dead. Oh, I fucking love that. For some reason, it gives me Game of Thrones, White Walker's vibe.

Oh, my. Like dire wolves. Like dire wolves.

Like, oh, I fucking love that idea. Yeah. Specifically, they can see the living with their dark eye and the dead with their light eye, which I think is so fucking cool.

I'm obsessed with that idea.

Yeah.

Oh, I love that.

Well, on this trip, we didn't have any dogs with heterochromia pandemia, but Dita's eyes are both ice blue, and I wanted to see what she would say about that, which that's probably rare for a domination.

Yeah, I would think so.

Usually they have dark eyes, right? I think so. Yeah. We finished our dinner and spent the rest of our evenings on a haunted history tour through the French Quarter. There were locations where the dogs seemed to be bothered by something, and they definitely tried pulling us across the street upon approaching the La Lorie mansion. But otherwise, it was a normal long walk. We went back to the hotel and settled for the night as we were all finally exhausted. Then, at 3: 00 AM, Jeff woke me up, telling me he thinks Dita's having a seizure. I come, launch myself out of bed and see her crate rocking back and forth. He throws open the door and tries to grab her, and she sinks her teeth into his hand before shooting out of her crate and under the bedside table across the room. Holy shit. She was howling like I've never seen a dog howl before. I reached for her and her teeth sank into my hand as she urinated. At this point, I'm sure everyone in the hotel has heard her howls despite trying to calm her. Her eyes locked in on the window curtains that went from the ceiling to the floor.

She launched herself across the room one more time and attempted to climb up the curtains. She was in such a frenzy. I feared that she would hit the glass with such force that she would yeet herself out the window and down three stories to, I think, Dekouder Street?

Holy shit.

After what seemed like a half hour, Dita finally exhausted herself and retreated back into her crate. Jeff and I thought for sure we would be asked to leave the hotel, but no knock came or call. The next morning when we checked out, no one mentioned a thing. Dita had never had an episode like this before, and four years later, she has not had another one like it, nor have I seen anything like it with any other dog. Was my dog possessed? Could she see the dead? Or is she just a nutty Dalmation?

I can go with possessed.

I think possessed. Especially the fact that they were acting strange while you were on the walking tour and out of character. I tried doing research on the hotel we stayed at, but I didn't find anything particularly damning. The whole Which quarter is haunted, if you ask me. And if you don't believe in that thing, there are plenty of vampires, witches, and voodoo practitioners who may tickle your fancy there instead. That's so fucking cool. Side note, many years ago, I was engaged like any good, like any good gough. I planned to get married in New Orleans. Hell, yeah. I found a little museum on Rampart Street where we could have a small ceremony in celebration. My ex-fiance's mom was outraged when she found out that I had put the deposit down on the Rampart Street murder house, the Zack and Addy story. I didn't My goodness.

Yeah.

I didn't realize I would have been getting dressed for my wedding in the same space where Zack had dismembered his girlfriend Addy before jumping to his death. I didn't make the connection. Oh my God. I didn't make the connection until after enduring her outrage. Two weeks prior to the wedding on Friday, October 13th, my father had a massive stroke, causing us to call off the wedding. Long story short, had I gone through my wedding, I don't think I would be here today. I have absolute chills. I hadn't read that part earlier. I just read the dog part. Wow.

Whoa. Wow. Holy shit.

Some an intervention happened.

Yeah, I don't know what happened there, but damn.

That's crazy. I'm glad that you're here.

Yeah.

And I'm sorry that you had to- And I'm glad that that didn't happen. Glad that that didn't happen. And I'm sorry that you had to endure what you did.

Yeah. Holy shit.

I'm adding a better pick of Dita von Flee's and some more of my dogs, as well as a pick of the love of my life, Salem. Stop. That's who that is in the picture. Stop. You guys together are absolutely goujoie. Yeah. Yeah.

Literally a work of art.

I picked the tail because I said, I literally want to look like this woman in my next life.

She literally did.

Like, what? Like, she did. Hand to whoever.

Me, honor. I'm not a scout.

I thought you were talking about a judge or something. And I was like, I think it's your honor. You were like, Excuse me. I was like, did you break? What happened? I'd understand it because you know. Did You're all excited and stuff. I thought you guys would appreciate that my future husband named himself after a sassy black cat, not the town or the witch trial. I'm obsessed.

I'm obsessed.

Anywho, keep it weird. We will and we know that you will.

That's fucking awesome.

Even on an off day, she looks like this.

You're absurdly beautiful and just radiate nice good energy. You're a work of art.

And you and Salem are just the cuteest I've ever seen in my life.

Oh my God, you guys are just stupid gorgeous.

In the dogs. Wait, I got to show you the picture of Dita.

Look at Dita! Oh, Dita. Look at her eyes. She does have beautiful ice blue eyes.

They're almost white. They're so blue.

They're gorgeous. All right, let's see. Should I do Creepy Doll Listener Tale? Another one?

That's a good one.

So this one's called Creepy Doll Listener's Tale. This one is so good. Hi, weirdos. My name is Angelika. Yes, like the rug rats, you can use my name. If you decide to pick this tale to read on the podcast, I will simply pass away.

Rip. Wow. That's a normal thing to say to that, but I feel like we did the same inflection, too. Yeah, we did. Get out of my head.

Damn. I've been a fan for about a year, and the first episodes I listened to were your Albert Fish ones.

What a way to start. Baby, you stuck around after that?

Yeah, for real. Damn. I I almost left after that.

I tried and they said, you're contracted.

They said, no. We both said, okay, that was it. I listened to it at the gym and was cackling at all your jokes so hard that my husband stopped his workout and wanted to know what I was listening to. When I told him this podcast about Albert Fish, he looked horrified. He said, Qual? When I reassured him it was funny, not because of what he did, but because of your guy's absolute roast of this man. We do be good at that. He understood and became interested in the podcast. Side note, I'm not a huge true crime junkie since I already know how horrendous people can be, and it makes me sad. Same. Same. Shout out to my fellow social workers. Oh, yeah, you definitely know how horrible people can be. But I did take a serial killers course in Creek Community College and learned a lot about them. It was interesting to say the least. However, I'm more impressed with you all's interpretations and retellings. I've learned so much that I think I may have to scrub my brain clean and start fresh. But in a good way because I love you.

Yeah, I try to do that a lot, too.

Yeah, I'll shut the fuck up now, but please know I absolutely adore you both. And thank you for always making me laugh and for keeping it weird. This year has been a rough one, and I'm only 25. And what year was this?

25 was one of my worst years.

It was 2024. So, yeah, it was a shitty year. Yeah. And I'm only 25. Seriously, if things keep on this trajectory, I'm not sure I'll make it very far. You will. Yeah. This is going to be a better year.

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Do things typically get better or worse?

But for real, listening to you guys helps distract me from the fuckery that is life. I am currently unemployed. Shout out to having a Menti B. And Writing this story has filled me. It filled up a lot of my time. And for that, I am grateful for the opportunity, even if it is not selected. Wow.

Oh, girl, it's selected. It is selected. And Elaina broke.

I literally broke while saying it.

She isn't selected.

Sorry for any time.

Why did I laugh like that? Did you hear that? Neither of you reacted to that. I'm literally like, Am I Dinavon, please? What the fuck? Mom? Not her. Never mind. She's like an old man Muppet.

I feel like an old man Muppet.

Like, Marley and Marley. We're Marley and Marley. That's a banger. I didn't like the Muppets for a long time.

Come at me, bro. Confession time.

I know. My mother-in-law was really pissed about it, but we watched the What's it called? Not Big Christmas, Carol. I was so against watching it for a long time, but it's Drew's favorite movie, so I was like, I have to.

It slaps. It slaps.

Michael Caine had no business doing as hard as he goes in that movie.

Everyone gets that. He didn't. He's top-notch.

Yeah. No, that's a good movie. Yeah. It's fucking awesome. I feel remiss. Yeah, right?

As you should.

Anyway, though, back to your story. 25 sucked balls. Yeah. 24 and 25 were fucking shit. It's tough. 26 got better because I got engaged. And then 27 and 28 have been fun. So I think the closer that... I think 25 is a hard point in life because you're in the middle. And I think friends get weird at that point in time.

Yeah. And I think the closer you get to 30. Yeah. When you get into your 30s, I feel like it starts Just being awesome. Coasting. Yeah. I feel like the closer I got to 30, was like A plus. You figured it out more. I just meant everywhere. And then I had my twins at 30. So it was like the beginning of awesomeness, I think.

Yeah. I think the closer you get to making your own family or even getting married or anything like that and choosing your own space, you get happier.

To me, 20s are overrated.

Yeah, I think they are too.

To me, in my opinion. Maybe your 20s are awesome. And for that, you are lucky.

I mean, good for you. I haven't heard anyone ever say No, I've heard everybody be like, fuck my 20s. I think your 20s are just like a redo of your teens, but with a little more information. And then your 30s are like, wow, we got to reel it in.

We got to overhaul this whole thing.

So it's going to be good.

So attached is a double space putipha and word document in time's new Roman size 14 font, documenting the time my dad found old dolls hidden inside of a wall. Damn. As in to the windows, to the walls. I have attached photos as well for viewing pleasure. I'm breaking again. Sorry in advance if they give you the creeps. They seem to have that effect on people. I hope it's not too long and not too boring. Keep it weird. And maybe don't look at these photos after dark. Much love, Angelika.

Yeah. No, it brings viewing displeasure, but in a fun way.

Yeah. Also, the name of this listener tale is fucking top-notch. To the walls, to the sweat drip My Dolls.

It is to the windows, to the walls, to the sweat drip down my dolls. Love it.

You're an icon. A little background may be helpful before we get into the story. My father does home improvement and often has to demo houses. He gets to tear down walls, break shit, and have a good time doing it.

That would also be a fun job.

I literally paid to do that once.

Yeah, it's called a rage room.

Hell, yeah. And I want to do it again. We should. During this process, sometimes he gets lucky and finds treasures. Let me tell you, rich people love to throw away perfectly good shit all the time. We got a $3,000 new stove for our home because said rich people wanted to throw it in a dumpster. Damn. Why the fuck are you I've thrown out a perfectly good fucking stove.

I'd donate that shit.

Anyway, my dad has found some great things along the way and usually passes these things to me. He's given me books, CDs, records, antiques, and housewares. On one occasion, he brought home 10 trash bags full of vintage clothing, including one deceased woman's wedding dress and her mother's wedding dress from the 1920s. That's why I picked this one. Was it mine? It wasn't. I'm not from the 1920s. It's like thrifting, but I don't need to do any work or spend any money. While my dad has many interesting stories and has one of the most chaotic lives I know, this story is not really about him, although he would love it if it were. He would fill up an entire episode of Listener tales just telling you about the past few years of his life. But alas, this is a story about the time my dad found a case of dolls inside of a wall. My dad was demoing a house somewhere in Baltimore. It had already been vacated. We know nothing of the previous owners. The new owners had asked my dad to break down a few walls for a new project. A piece of cake.

My dad does this all the time. As he's doing his thing, probably while listening to Bruce Springsteen, he could see something hidden inside the wall. My dad has seen a lot of shit in his day, but nothing like this. He starts to rip away the wall, and what he found shook him. It's a handmade case with a plexiglass front with some tiny, creepy-ass-looking dolls inside. Each doll was zip-tied to a wooden board with holes in it.

Why?

Of attached photos. Why? She has attached photos.

Isn't that the scariest shit you've ever seen? Why are they? They're zip-tied?

By the neck. Yeah.

Yeah. Another weirder shit you ever-I don't like it.

I don't love it. And they're all different little creepy dolls. Like, some of them are baby dolls. Yeah.

Wait till you find out what they are.

I don't like these at all. Holy shit. He just found that on a wall. Yeah, there's a lot going on there. I mean, they're cute in a creepy way, right? No, no, wrong, wrong. Obviously, when my dad found these little fuckers, he thought, what the fuck? My weird ass daughter will love this shit.

That would be Papa's react.

He would burn this to you. 100 %. I sat in the living room with him as he recounted his tale. He was sure that they were haunted because why else were they buried in someone's wall? That's I thought they were a little creepy, but overall endearing. And I was more so curious of the origins of the dolls. Me, too.

I'm curious of the origins. I don't find them endearing, though.

I also found it interesting. They were zip-tied by their necks to the board. Same. To keep them there for viewing or to contain them from committing doll acts of evil, we will never know. I think the latter. Yeah. They've been zip-tied and secured behind the plexiglas for as long as I have had them. And I would be lying if I said I was not at least a little bit scared of the idea of releasing them from their habitat. I don't believe it. In fear that they may Maybe the case has been blessed or whatever, and opening it would unleash some little doll demons, just like in the movies. I'm not about to be the dumb bitch who dies from her mistake. Good for you, man. See? You're smart. If they do decide to one day become haunted, I like that they They'll just be dormant and then they'll just become haunted someday. They reserve that right.

Yeah.

Oh, thank you. You all will absolutely be the first to know if I am still alive to tell the tale.

Hell, yeah, brother. Thank you. Hell, yeah.

That's an honor. Rozier. That's an honor. It is. I also want to share that we moved recently and the movers refused to move them to our new home. They were a little creeped out by them.

That's actually hilarious. I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation.

They just go in the other room and they're like, no, dude, I'm not moving. The other one's like, I'm not touching it either. I'm not doing that. This is what are we supposed to tell them? And they just go to you. We're supposed to be grown adults. Why are we touching the dolls? I'm not touching the dolls. I can hear it in my head.

I guess so.

I can hear it.

I liked your bit.

I'm going to write a whole script out.

Elina's next book is just the movers conversation about the dolls.

Just their conversation.

In the dolls.

Now, on my search to understand more, I came across a group on Facebook that is specifically for dolls and doll collecting. I just want to say that those guys are on it and very good at what they do. As soon as I put, shout out to that group.

Hey, girl.

As a group, as soon as I posted the dolls, people went crazy, and I had multiple offers in my inbox. Apparently, these things are worth something besides just nightmares. From what I could gather, the dolls inside are considered penny dolls. During In World War II, soldiers would buy them for their children and bring them home to the US. They are rare and very sought after by doll lovers and collectors. The dolls likely have real human hair. No, thank you. I don't want to know where they got the hair and hope to never find out, given what was going on in the world during that time. That's exactly what I was thinking. Yeah, no, thank you. You can tell by looking at them that someone took great care to make the dolls as detailed as possible. Maybe the person who, I don't know, hid them in the walls, still very sus, knew they were valuable and wanted to preserve them and keep them away from the sunlight.

Or maybe they were fucking terrified of them. Yeah. But if I was so scared of something, I don't think I'd put it in my wall.

No. So it can just breed contempt for me in there? I don't want that. Breed contempt. I don't want that. You are a writer. I do not want that. Maybe the original owner tried to get rid of them, but each time they threw them away, they reappeared on the person's doorstep like that creepy Ouija board in that one listener's tail. I hate that. I think that's what happened. So they put them in the wall. I'm not sure what the doll's origin story is, but I think we can all agree that hiding them in your wall is a bit strange.

I think it's funny.

I think it's funny. I think it's a practical joke. I think they were blessed because they were haunted and probably ruining the original their life, and they were told to put it in the wall so that they would never be found. Probably. And disturbed. And now they've been disturbed.

I feel like if you don't want them to be disturbed, though, you'd bury them in the backyard.

But that's hard because there's a lot of them, and it's Putting them in a wall is just like, Mmm?

Putting something in a wall is tough, though. You got to cut the wall of them.

Well, that's the other thing. That's why a practical joke is a lot. That's a pretty intense practical joke.

Oh, I will commit to a practical joke.

I mean, same as these, but how many people will do that? Pull. How many? Yeah, let's see. Would you open your wall as a practical joke?

I just thought of Jasper on TikTok when she's like, Who wants Buffalo Chichin wings? Raise your hand.

What was That's the first one? If you want... Was it mozzarella stick?

I think it was. He says, You want mozzarella stick?

Raise your hands.

Buffalo chitchin fingers.

My dad gave these dolls to me when I was around 18, and I'm 25 now. I live with my husband, cat, and dog Luna. Pictures attached. I heard you guys were into that thing. We are.

We love it. We love animals.

The dolls hang out in my basement because my husband is thoroughly freaked out by them despite my attempts to reassure him. I would love to display them somewhere as a conversation piece, but that's unlikely to ever happen. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to make them into a coffee table with the plexiglas being the top of it. That's a conversation.

That is such a good idea.

Do it. Tell your husband we sent you.

It's two things. It's such a good idea, and it's also something that a weird couple would propose to do on flea market flip. Yes.

Absolutely. Side note, I used to be super afraid of dolls when I was younger. I blame this on my aunt, who decided to place her super realistic toddler her doll in her hallway with a knife in its hand when I was a child. Yeah, that's her fault. That's her fault. We'll fight her if you want. That's her fault.

We can fight her.

Yeah. A real knife from her kitchen. She got a kick out of that. Thankfully, I'm now a huge horror fan and love everything I'm fucking scary and funny enough, I fucking love dolls now. Really? The only thing that can truly terrify me are giants. And I am betting and pray to whoever will fucking listen that they are not real. I also don't like giant things.

She doesn't like giants. You don't like giant things.

Or giants. I don't want... I mean, the ogre, sort out?

Yeah.

Like the Earth giants from frozen. That would scare the shit out of me. Yeah, that would be fucked up.

I don't like that at all. Well, they could just like, Squish you.

Yeah, I don't like it. I can pretty much handle anything scary, but when it comes to giants, a line is crossed. If they ever do turn out to be real, I will exit this life before things get too spicy. Just kidding, just kidding, just kidding.

I like how niche that is.

Anyway, Anyway, I will keep these dolls probably forever. All jokes aside, the history and craftsmanship are incredible. I know I sound like a huge weirdo, but hey, we all have our things. You're not weird. Now that I've given you some spookies, I need to give you some giggles. I also included a photo of my Princess Diana rip doll that my mother got me for a few years ago. I was convinced for years that I was related to her, that she would rescue me to be a princess with her. I love that for you. I do, too. Then I found out that she was very dead and that I was not a princess. Anyways, my husband It has convinced me that this is not...

It's not Princess Diana, it's Owen Wilson wearing a dress. He's not wrong. You might be right.

He might be right. Can I get a, wow, In your best Owen Wilson voice. I don't know. Wow.

Is that good? Random the other night, we were at a hotel and I woke up at 3: 00 AM to Owen Wilson on the TV and I was like, what the fuck is this? And then I saw JLo and I was like, am I what? Hello? Am I listening? They were in a weird movie together recently. Really? Yeah. She's a pop star and she's dating some... I think she's dating Bad Bunny.

I think I saw clips of this and it looked insane.

I woke up at 3: 00 AM and I was just like...

That's a fever dream.

I watched like 15 minutes of it.

Oh my God, you showed me a little Luna, aka Luna Tuna. Luna Tuna? I'm obsessed with Luna Tuna. You guys are cute. You guys are adorable. Give me Luna Tuna. Yeah. Immediately.

We also So you have to put those in your wall when the time is nigh.

Luna Tuna? No. I'm just kidding. No.

The dolls. Yes, you do. But the dolls in your wall, if you know you're going to make an exit from the coil when you're like... I'll hit my microphone. Not anytime soon, but when you know you're going to... When you're like, 98.

Yeah. When you feel like you're about to shuffle off this mortal coil, just shove them in your walls.

Just do a quick home project.

Yeah, just call a quick contractor. But do it early.

Just call them up and say, I got a job for you.

I need you to hide these dolls in my walls.

I found these dolls in a wall what my dad did when I was a girl.

Develop an accent. Okay, before you do I'm going to just workshop it, okay? Yeah, you'll get there. You got it. You have time. Okay. Luna tuna for life.

Luna tuna.

Luna tuna.

I don't know why I sang it, but I did.

You sing lots of things. I like it.

It's true, I do.

It's true, It's true, I do. That sounds like a Nana Bob song.

The Rewatcher. Go listen to the Rewatcher.

Let me take a shot of my water.

I think we could probably finish on this. This one is Listen to tales. Predicting death is my sixth sense. Oh, fuck, yeah. Let's go. Yeah. Says, Hi, Deb, Deb. Oh, you too, Ashtalina. Oh, hey. I love you, weirdos, and hope you read this on the pod. We will. Here we are. It is a terrifying yet interesting experience, and I haven't heard a listener tell like it, so I hope it stands out. To sweeten the deal, there's a picture of a puppy and a baby.

You guys know. You guys just know.

Included as a 14-point, double-spaced part of her. This is actually my second time submitting because I sent it to the wrong email. I really want to know who got that email.

I also want to know that.

Reading time is approximately 15 minutes and 15 seconds, but not unlike two weirdos I know, I stumble on words a lot.

Damn.

Yeah, it do be us. This is from Millie. Millie. The biggest and most vivacious hello to Ash, Elaina, and Deb, Deb. My name-Vivacious? Vivacious. My name is Millie. Use it, bitch. I will. Millie. See attached a photo of moi, simply because when I read, I love... I always love a face for context. She's gorge. Oh, Millie. So pretty.

You... That face card, girl.

Fuck it up. Fuck it up. Damn. The mug never declined. Lee. I know what you're thinking. Are you a 511 Thicke-ca-ca-ca-ca Indigenous woman with a bodacious booty?

That's literally what I was thinking. Yes, I am. Thank you for answering that.

It's giving. It's giving everything.

It's giving all the things I need. I love it.

I'm a relatively new listener. My mouth just made a gross noise, so I'm going to say that again. I am a relatively new listener who started her morbid journey in August of 2022. However, I'm quickly catching up to all of the episodes. I started at the most recent and I'm working my way backwards. Words, which is apparently not what the normal is. But you know what it is? It's what we suggest. And we actually suggest that you stop at a certain point and never listen to the early ones. Yes.

In fact, we were talking about this the other day. That's actually really funny. Yeah. That we were like, whenever when somebody says they're new to the pod. We're like, are you starting from the beginning? Because we're like, are you starting from the beginning? Are you still here? Go from newest to oldest so you can appreciate us later.

I still grow off on a tangent, obviously. But the tangents that my ass would go off on, it was a different time. I think I was like, was I like 22 when we started this? You were young. Yeah, I was so fucking annoying.

You were a young'n.

I'm still pretty annoying, but I own it.

I was annoying then, too. Yeah, I'm still annoying.

Let's be annoying together. Forever.

Forever. That was a good one. It was.

We didn't cheers. Never mind. I was going to say, did we make that? But we did. But we did. We went. Why did I forget instantly? Are you a witch? Are you a witch? Are you a witch? Are you a lizard, Harry? Oh, God. All right. Oh, God.

We were like, We don't go on tangents anymore.

We never go on tangents. Everyone's like, this has been six hours long. All right. Back to Millie's tail. Millie, Millie. We're hungry, I We are.

I have tacos waiting for me.

I have a slaw that I made. A slaw? A slaw with some rotis check.

Bunk.

Bunk. Bunk. Hey, Michael, what are you doing? I'm saying Bunk, Vinnie. What's a Bunk? I'm glad you asked, Vinnie. Bunk is a super easy to use free digital bank that pays 2. 2 2. 67% interest on your savings. Paid weekly, fully on demand, and can be set up in just five minutes. And it's fun to say, Bunk. Bunk. I see. What did my bank pay? Next to nothing. A Bunk? 2. 67%, Finnie. Paid weekly? Paid weekly. Okay, Bunk. Bunk. Hey, it is fun to say. Bunk Ireland is regulated by the Dutch Central Bank and by the Central Bank of Ireland for Rules of Business Conduct.

Terms of Conditions apply.

So work your way backwards and stop at a certain point. However, I'm the far-fars-est.

I'm the far-fars-est. In the fjord. I'm in the fjord. I'm the Fárd. I'm on the Fárd. I'm Fárd.

Don't start with the fjord because then I'll go on a tangent to Konan. Uh-oh. He has a song. However, I'm the farthest thing away from normal, so it's incredibly fitting. I'm an English major, so if there are any grammatical errors, feel free to call my ass out. I'll call the police. Whoa. It escalated. Before we get into the gushing, I want to give a well-deserved shoutout to the divine individual who started my unhealthy obsession, your now second biggest fan, Ashley Little.

Ashley Little.

She's like me, but little. I know you two love the art of making others defecate themselves, so please use her full name because she will take a monstrous gitty dump in her jeans.

Ashley Little.

Ashley just took a dump. This is her photo. This is her photo.

Oh, Ashley, you're adorable.

She's gouge. She's big gouge. Yeah. Okay, gushing time. I absolutely adore you two. I adore you. And I hate people, so that says a lot. Oh my God, you are my people. And we hate people, too. Yeah. You've made your way into being a daily part of my life. And when I'm driving to and from work and listen to you on my hour long commute, it feels like I have the two coolest bitches behind me in the back seat. Bitch, you who are constantly almost responsible for my untimely demise as I find myself repeatedly swerving after a laughing fit. Or nor. One time you made me laugh so hard when talking about dick cheese that I snotted all over myself and almost died running off the road trying to find a Kleenex. Don't do that, you two say. But if my end includes snot running down my face and tears in my eyes from hysterical laughter about dick cheese, that sounds like a good way to go. Who are we? Crazy. Who are we? We're just literally We're literally so random. Seguying Oh, man. To the tale with death. This is about a few, yet far too many times that I have predicted death.

This is Cri. By the way, I'm already sporting dodo drawers, and I don't even know if you read this on the pod yet. So if I hear you reading this, then my pants are already off and on fire. I love it. I live in a very rural town in New Brunswick, Canada. I'm talking I graduated with 12 people rural.

Holy shit.

I thought other people's schools were small. Damn. However, to begin this story, we set the scene in the big city of Brampton, Ontario. Brampton is about a half hour from Toronto and is way too big for my liking. I graced the lives of my parents by making my glorious entrance into this hellhole we call the world on April fourth, 2000. That's right, Ash. I'm an airy and moon, and my rising is Capricorn. I see you, Elaina. Oh, hell, yeah. Double Aries. You are fiery as fuck. I'm married an Aries. And Capricorn, even though Capricorn is an Earth sign, I feel like they're pretty scrappy. Yeah. You're probably scrappy. Yeah, you're scrappy as fuck. And I love that about you. I get along really well with Aries and Capricorn. Same. Yeah. Mom and dad, John and Elaina. Yeah. So make your own most likely accurate assumptions. I did. We did. My parents divorced a few years after my birth, just in 2004. But don't be sorry, it was for the best. This is hilarious. My dad found himself in the awkward situation of accidentally falling into women's bahina's, and my mother was tired of his 'quot, unquote ' slip-ups.

His 'quot, unquote ' slip-up. Fast forward to 2006.

That's a great way to describe that. I love that. That's somebody who has healed.

Yeah, you've healed. Fast forward to 2006. I'm six years old and my dad's living in Brampton with another woman who I'm glad to say he's no longer with. She was a very angry Italian woman who was a bit hard on the noggin. Or maybe she wasn't angry and she just spoke in a perpetual scream. I'm not really sure. That's a lot. I was playing with Polly pockets alone in my room (ash gets it. When I had a feeling. It made me stop and pause with every strand of hair on my little body standing straight in the air as if I were hanging upside down. This feeling in the facial expression I would have worn is comparable, I don't know why I said it like that, comparable to someone who horrifically realized that their fart had not, in fact, been a fart. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it was as as if a thousand dementors had entered the room, surrounded me, and then simultaneously began sucking my soul out of my body. They are the worst part of prison you know. Michael Scott.

Did you get that? They are. That's prison, Mike.

I don't watch the office. Don't yell at me.

You got to watch it, man. Maybe. Prison Mike.

I didn't have a vision, more like an awareness that my great grandfather, who was in perfect health, was going to die. I walked around with this wait for the entire day asking- A six-year-old? Yeah. That's like one of your babes. Asking to my dad if he had been talking to grandpa. He said no, that he hadn't that day, but he just spoke with him the week before, and he asked why I was wondering. No reason, I replied, kicking my feet together and avoiding eye contact. I was just wondering. This feeling, I remember, was not one I wanted to share, and it kept me up most of the night. I laid in bed until sleep found me in the early hours of the morning, and I arose to my dad, standing at my door, looking forlorn and also suspicious. Grandpa passed away last night, he said hesitantly. His tone was a mix of grief and suspicion. Did this man think my small, fragile, and incapable body could walk a two-hour drive in the middle of the night and somehow unalive my grandfather?

Come on.

I remember being heartbroken, not only because I had lost someone important to me, my first encounter with death as well, but because I also felt responsible. I knew it was going to happen, but I said nothing because as a child, my thoughts, feelings, and intuitions were typically dismissed. Oh, relatable.

That makes me sad for you.

I know. The memory stuck with me for a while until it began to fade as the years went on. I had forgotten about the feeling and what it felt like. I resumed my life and paid it no mind until I was 14. I had my laptop going with karaoke songs as I was home alone and aspired to be a famous singer at the time. Hell, yeah. Typically speaking, though, in order to be famous, you have to be good at singing, which I was not.

I mean, do you?

It's subjective.

It's 2025 now.

Yeah, you don't really have to be good at much anymore. Think the demon cat from Pet Cemetery being shook around and then thrown out a wall. Love that. That's the most accurate description of my singing voice, even to this day. Right in the middle of the ear piercing belt of the chorus to rolling in the deep. It stopped. I stopped. Wait, I took a vocal class once and it was rolling in the deep and I thought I slayed that shit. And then I got home and I recorded myself and I never went back to voice acting, voice I love your lessons again. I love. I said, Teacher Jamie.

You said I did not roll in the deep.

I'm sorry. I said, autotune would never help this. So I stopped. It reminded me of Raven from That's So Raven when she'd get a vision. The same feeling I had ejlected from my hemunculus Yeah. Amunculus? Yeah. Amunculus? I don't know. I'd return with a vengeance with one major difference, the person it surrounded. This time it was my grandmother on my mom's side, Ruby, who I would later name my daughter after. Ruby. And this is Ruby, and she's so fucking cute. The pigtails? You get the fuck out of here with that kid. I can't. I can't.

That's a cute ass kid.

I can't. Ruby. I can't. She's so fucking cute. I love her. I know. And look, she's judging whoever she's looking at.

She's got that eyebrow I'm like...

Her mom is a double Aries. I'm impressed. Well, grandmother Ruby was the... And this reminds me of this lady, Judy, I used to live with who I fucking loved so much.

Grandmother Ruby.

Yeah. She was a kind woman who would always be found drinking Diet Pepsi from a vintage floral glass and watching Judge Judy. Get it. Well, she'd have it on the TV, but she'd be talking so much through it that you could not understand what was happening. Love that. And then she'd look at anyone with her and go, What's happening? I regret not spending much time with her in my teen years as I was caught up in school, sports, boys, and video games. But it unfortunately did not classify seeing my grandparents as fun. So when I had this feeling, I panicked. I wanted to call my mom and tell her, but then how would she see me if Ruby did die? Would she see me as in a different light, a freak possessed by the devil. Damn overly religious white women. I decided to let it go and hope that I wasn't right. But that night at 3: 00 AM, my grandmother was taken by ambulance and passed in the hospital. I know, I'm sorry. I went home and looked in the mirror like someone in a movie, not even sure of who I was seeing.

I screamed, What the fuck? Which was a big deal because I didn't say a single swear word until I was 17. And I've progressed so much now that I'm convinced my child will think her name is fucked. I love how you write.

I feel that so hard.

The feeling of confusion, dread, and fear enveloped my body like a spicy blanket.

I like a spicy blanket. I like them both. Personally.

I still refuse to share my curse with anyone. And again, it went dormant for years to come. 2018 is when it returned, yet again. My ex-boyfriend. We ended on good terms, don't worry. Oh, good. I love that because we never hear that. I know. Rarely. My ex-boyfriend and I were living in our first apartment. I was in my first year of university, and I was sat at my makeup station one morning, putting on some semblance of a falsified, excited face for the day. Being in university, I needed all the help I could get with the bags under my eyes and permanent look of depression that encapsulated my face. Then, spoiler alert, it hit. The feeling. Though this time would slightly different from the previous two. This time, it wasn't someone that was directly related to me. It was my boyfriend's grandfather. The other difference was how quickly it happened. The other two times were at least a 12-hour span between the feeling and death. This time, I had the feeling, I was hooked in it for about five minutes, and then my boyfriend called me. My heart fucking sank. He said, Papa didn't wake up from his sleep this morning.

I had to force myself to pretend to act shocked, though it was earlier than expected. I still knew it was coming. Is he dead? I asked with a fake surprise. No, I think it's just diabetic coma. He'll probably be fine, he answered. First of all, who the fuck calls someone and says so so and so didn't wake up from their sleep? Just being like, casually, they're fine, though.

He'll probably be fine. What? It's probably fine.

That's not how you tell someone that.

And also, like, probably just a diabetic coma. It's like, oh, just that little thing. Oh, you know.

Yeah. Anyways, I didn't dare tell him what I knew, and I was also hoping that I was going to be wrong this time. His grandfather was a pure and kind soul. He was in his '80s, still chopping wood, cooking, dancing, and living his life. We'd go over all the time and play skipbo, and he'd get so zoned out, we'd have to yell his name 30 times to snap him out of it. Oh, my turn.

He'd shout. Oh, my God. I love him.

That's so sweet. I drove to the hospital to meet with them and we went to the room he was in. Once the family was rounded up, the doctor came over and broke the news. He had a brain bleed. He said, more forcefully than I would have liked.

That happens a lot.

Yeah, it's very clinical. Yeah. He's being kept alive by the machine. But once we unhook him, I don't expect him to live long after. I felt helpless. So many loved ones I knew would die, and I could do nothing but sit back and wait.

That must be so hard.

Yeah, that's tough. Yeah. Nothing I could have done could have prevented these deaths, yet I was burdened with the knowledge of the inevitable.

That's exactly what it is. That's a burden.

Yeah, it is a burden. These first three death predictions would soon prove themselves to be the easiest that I would have to encounter. I had eventually split from my ex and was living the single life. We were together since I was 14, and I I was now 20 and lost. No sense of an identity, an introvert with one friend, and my time was mostly taken up by school and work. I felt confused as to the next steps to take. Then a guy messaged me on Facebook. To protect his identity, since his name is incredibly unique, we'll call him Fred. Fred. Fred. It reminds me of, Hey, it's Fred. Remember that guy? Yeah. Fred started chatting with me and flirting, but in a kind, genuine, and respectful way. I learned he was from India and he was here for school. He was incredibly gifted with humor intelligence, perseverance, and sheer willpower. He went to the same university as I did, and we hit it off right away. However, just as friends as I was not ready for another relationship. We spent time together and I learned how fascinating of a human he was. He was in boarding school in India and was in a gang in his teen years.

He survived being stabbed and got out of that place in his life. His family also owned a tiger. A tiger. His name was Timothy. Like a hole ass tiger. A tiger named Timothy?

Yeah.

Holy shit. They rescued and rehabilitated him. How much What? What cooler can he get?

Not much.

He was always very kind, and I enjoyed the time we spent together. We were inseparable friends for a few months. When he moved here, he turned his life around, got heavy into the gym, and then excelled even more at academics. He got a moker... A moker cycle, I was going to say. He got a moker cycle? He got a moker cycle. I love those. A little bit different than a moker cycle.

You ever been on a moker cycle?

You know?

For a ride of your laugh.

It's crazy. He got a motor cycle and would venture around on it all the time. He was also an incredibly talented painter. He cracked jokes that would make me laugh so hard. I cried. He said, All the strange Indian men that have probably messaged you before, and yet I had the charm to get your attention. However, his tale would end like the rest. One day, I was sitting in my room alone, thoughts to myself when it came. The feeling, the dread. No, I screamed to whatever it was. Not him. It horrified me. I was so scared and helpless. And that's when Fred messaged me and told me he was going cliff jumping with his friend. Oh. This will eat me alive forever. But I said, Okay, be safe. I thought once again, fate would change. He was going with someone, which meant that he would be safe. I thought, I was just in my head about this one. He's 23. There's no way anything could happen to him. You're indestructible when you're 23, right? Wrong. The next day, I woke up and I realized I hadn't heard from him. No text, no calls since 3: 00 PM the previous day.

I called, no answer. I texted. I called again. That's when I messaged the friends that he was with. Can you meet me? She asked. I agreed, and she broke the news. His death was classified as a drowning. She said he hit the water and started flailing. She ran down to the bottom and tried to bring him in, but he was panicking and was bringing her down into the water. She got back up on land and turned to grab him once more, but there was no sight of him. He was gone. My prediction is the force he picked up on his way down threw him deeper into the water than he had the breath for, and he started inhaling before he reached the surface and never made it out. That's brutal.

That's awful.

I didn't sleep or eat for weeks, months even. I lost a concern turning amount of weight. I could have stopped him, but I didn't believe my gut. I blamed his death on myself ever since. No. It's not your fault. And you don't want to mess with fate, you know?

Yeah, and it's hard to believe that you know when these things are happening. So you're probably second-guessing it.

Exactly. I would stay up at night crying and apologizing to him, someone with so much light, so much potential and purpose, gone. That is until I went to a medium, and she assured me that my gift was not just in my head. And even if I begged him not to go, he still would have went. That helped a little bit. The last prediction was the strangest and most haunting of them all. Trigger warning for suicide here. I was at work. I'm a waitress, and I work in a small chain restaurant just in Atlantic, Canada. The place was dead, and I was wandering around searching for things to do when I got the feeling. But it wasn't just a feeling this time. It was a vision, too. I got this overwhelming, all-encompassing sense of sorrow, depression, and hopelessness. I was in a first-person perspective and went into my room, though, similar to how dreams work. It wasn't actually my room in reality, but in this vision it was mine, and I locked the door. I then grabbed gasoline, poured it on myself, and lit myself on fire.

Holy shit.

But I wasn't anyone I knew, which was the strangest thing. I had thought it was weird and definitely concerning, but it wasn't anyone I was familiar with. Each one of my previous wamp feelings, I knew the person I was referring to. I shook it off. The next day, I was on social media and read something on the news. At the exact same time I had a vision, A young guy a few towns over went into his room, locked the door, poured gas on himself, and set himself on fire. He did not survive. I have chills all over my arm. I was in shock. I didn't know him, and this was also completely different from my other experiences. I felt so afraid for those... I felt so afraid for so long these would keep happening. But that was a few years ago, and they seemed to have stopped. I'd like to think that they're gone forever, but I refuse to let my guard down because that's when death will sneak up on me, like a fox with an unsuspecting squirrel. So until then, death, but I'll be waiting for you. Thank you, ladies, for reading my tale, if you did.

And if this is on the podcast, I will never shut up about it. I hope you, ladies, enjoy the rest of your day, week, month, life, year, etc. And I can't wait to continue to keep up with your journeys and see where life takes you. Thanks. Aw. Elaina, I read your book and I absolutely adored it. Thank you. I took a hiatus from casual reading after life got incredibly busy. This is the best compliment. And your book brought me back to the book I used to be.

Oh, that's literally my favorite compliment ever.

So thank you for that. And I cannot wait for the second one. Hell, yeah. Ash, that's me. I'm anxiously waiting for the pictures of your and Drew's wedding day. And I'm so happy you have such a beautiful human to love and to love you because you both deserve that and more.

Drew is a beautiful human.

Thank you. He's the most beautiful human I know. He's so lovely. It's ridiculous. I don't know how I got him. We love a Drew here. I love him so much. I just want to punch him. Just pop out.

With love. Right in the kisser.

Until then, keep it weird. But maybe not this weird. Millie. But here's a picture of my dog Stanley, because why not? Stanley? He's just like, oh, my God, I'm obsessed with Stanley. I love him so much.

He was doing like the Meg, the stallion.

Yeah. Good job. I'm so proud of you. Look at me, I'm learning things. Oh my goodness, guys.

Milly, that was a fucking harrowing tale.

Haunting. Like, harrowing. But you wrote it so well that it was... It was fascinating. These were so good. They were so good.

I have tacos.

I have slaw. And she Chitchin.

Chitchin. Chitchin. This was amazing.

This was so much fun. I feel like this is the most fun I've had on... Yeah, this was a lot of fun. Yeah, I think we're getting more comfortable being on camera. Definitely. I'm not going to do it that much more, but...

No, we're going to keep it like this.

I said, Don't get your hopes up.

Don't get your hopes up. Don't.

But we'll do this on our tails. Yes, for sure. We'll do this on our tails. We'll keep doing that. We'll do it.

And until then.

We hope you keep listening. And we hope you... Keep it weird. But not so weird that you predict death. Definitely keep I mean, keep it that weird. It's interesting. Definitely keep it so weird that you cut a hole in your wall and you had some creepy ass dolls in there. I have to open the rest because I don't have a memory due to 15 years of my life. Oh, keep it so weird that as a ghost, you shove peaches up people's noses. Don't keep it so weird that your dog gets possessed, but that wasn't your fault, obviously. Keep it so weird that you run a nonprofit for dogs, though. That's fucking absolutely incredible. And I think I got all of them.

Yeah, just keep it weird.

Keep it the weird It was so weird. Bada Boo! See you next Monday, you butt heads. If you like Morbid, you can listen early and ad-free right now by joining WNDYRI+ in the WNDYRI app or on Apple podcasts. Prime members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. Before you go, tell us about yourself by filling out a short survey at wndyri. Com/survey.