Halloween Special

Sorry for the kimchon, because we got stories for years. All right, here we go. Welcome, everybody to episode 64, the Halloween Special. I'm excited, dude.

Tell me, are you excited? I was born excited with this. I'm seriously stoked because we've been talking about this for a while and how we were gonna get it done and if we can get some people to join in on it and make a way we think it can be. And it turned out really good, man.

I'm very excited for that. We got a good response. I'm pleasantly, I don't wanna say surprised, because people that listen to show are awesome. You're pleasantly pleased.

Yeah, yeah. I am. Officially, how goes in hella Greg. Good.

I was, I finally heard what you were talking about as far as the similarities between our theme song, the space ghost, ghost theme song, because we were talking about the other day and I was listening to, I was watching space ghost coast coast coast. Yeah, I think it's just the tone of the guitar. I don't know what it is, but I, it connects now. Right on.

There it is, there's that click. Well, first of all, you guys are gonna get this before Halloween, but let's just say happy Halloween to you because this will be the episode to serve as your Halloween spooktacular. Listen to this every day until Halloween. And then after that, keep listening.

Yeah. Yeah, so we're not gonna waste a lot of time up front. Thank you to everybody who sent something in. Thank you everybody for listening.

Do you guys remember Bobby Gotz, Robert's? Yeah. X underscore, X Bobby Gotz, underscore, X. He was on the famous JP yelling at him to sync his shit episode.

So Bobby came by to the Super Network Studio and told me a little story about a demonic possession, he believes he was a part of. Didn't he sync his shit too? He said that he was going to sync his shit if he was allowed to come back, but that was for an episode. So we haven't got, we haven't crossed that bridge yet.

So Bobby, remember you got to sync your shit when you joined the episode and everybody just sit back and just listen to Bobby Gotz, Des Robert's. I was about 16 years old and I had gotten into a lot of things. I will not name ecstasy. So back in the day, you know, like it was just wild, you know, we were out doing crazy things, going to River Bar for a little bit and then leaving and going to one of the homies house to get more, more fucked up.

And one time we went down to downtown-ish, you go all the way down, past like the park in the neighborhood and stuff like that, and there's like these little projects. They're like these houses that are really, really cheap, really, really close together. It literally screams projects. Like there's dudes outside the houses just trying to sell you stuff, it's crazy.

So one time we go to this, well I call her, I call her Pera, don't try to make any names out of it. This is going to Pera. If I was over her house at her mom was really chill, she let us do all this crazy stuff because she was doing it too. She got free stuff and she looked at it.

One night we all go in a group to her house. It is really dark already. We just spent maybe five hours at River Park and we go to these projects to have an after party and I'm walking up and it's about 11 p.m. I'm walking up to the house and I look to the left to me and the address says, and I shit you not, I'm being honest, it's a 6, 6, 6, 9.

I'm like, oh, whoa. That's just me being in my head. Nine falls, the nine little, because it was like messed up pieces. The nine was like on a nail and I guess it was just too loose and it fell.

I said, oh shit. And I was going to say something to somebody and I was like, nah, they're not going to believe me. They're going to think, oh, you're high. I didn't think it was going to actually happen.

And so I didn't say anything about this. I walk in the house, we have fun for about an hour. My friend, his name is, I'm going to call him a, tobert. Okay, his name is Robert.

But he was carrying on this for a while back story. He's been carrying on this German Bible for about a week and a half. No one knows where he got it from. He's kind of like one of those guys so you would know back in the day, he was homeless but he slept on everybody's couch and he just traveled.

He was like a wanderer, he's a director. No one really knew too much back story. And he had this German Bible. So at this time of the night, he has a German Bible and all of a sudden we're sitting around, everyone's had their stuff actually kind of close to dying down.

Like we're not feeling too high anymore. And this guy Robert has his Bible on his hand and also he starts confulsing in like literally spazzing out on the floor like completely breaking things, moving things on accident because he's hitting against it, his head's going back. And he starts speaking like, and I should not like, but the other people will say it too. Like there's full German.

Never, doesn't even want to read the Bible. Doesn't even want to speak German. So speaking full German. And we're like, or something that sounds like German.

It was crazy. Maybe I was little still for the time being, but it was definitely dead. And he starts convulsing into other stuff. And I immediately, I've had many past experiences with like demonic or angelic types of occurrences.

And I just told me right in my instinct, this dude is possessed. Like it's he's possessed. So everyone's freaking out. They don't know what they're doing.

Like some people are thinking it's a zombie thing. Like for real, like they're like, this is it. You know what I mean? You're carrying around a weird German Bible, man.

Bro, it's been weird. It was weird. And he was like, and so he starts doing the stuff. So I jump on top of this dude, like full on like, I mean, RKO style.

I get on a boom. Two people, I tell you, two people grab his arms. They grab his arms immediately. So people grab his legs.

I like two people like, okay, cool. I say, yo, you over there, Pera. Well, I guess I told you Robert's name. Sarah, go over there, get the water.

Get the drug of water right now. I'm a blessed this water. I don't even care if it works or not. I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna be concrete in this. And I say, go get that water, bowl of water. So she gets the bowl of water. She comes up to me.

You know, I do my thing. You know, I do my cross thing. I try to do a prayer over the water. I'm just saying that, you know, dude, Jesus, I hope, or like, please make this water holy, blessed.

And then grant this mercy of your will, blah, blah. And then like, and like, all of a sudden coming out of me, like, just out of nowhere. And like, I get the water. I started putting it on his forehead and saying like, honestly saying like the cliche things, like made the power cry scalpel, you're something like that.

Cause I didn't know. You know what I'm saying? No, but try every snare back. I've seen these.

I was that go getter guy. So of course it was me doing it. And, you know, I didn't work at first. He started doing it crazy.

He started yelling at me and trying to spit on me. And I was like, you know, I'm still a young dude. So I punched him in the face. I was like, I hit him in the face.

I'd say, don't you frickin spit on me, bro. Like, like, he's just like, oh wait, he's obviously possessed right now. I'm not gonna get to him like that. And then I say something and I look him right in his like, I suck his and I was like, you will leave my friend in the name of Jesus Christ.

And if you do not blah, blah, blah, I said something else. And then like, he stopped. He breathed one time. I looked around everybody, looked back at him.

I had my hands kinda close his neck cause I'm not gonna get spit on her like bit or something like that. Or whatever. I was just gonna hold him back of anything. And then he's like, let's have a good gasp and then just close his eyes and he's calm, he's normal.

He gets up, he's like, his head shaking. He's like, he's shaking his head. He's like, man, what the? And then like, everyone's freaking out.

Like what the heck's the people are cheering? Some people are like, really excited. And this is funny thing, this is the beginning of the story. So that happens.

I go out at this timeframe, I was smoking cigarettes. Unfortunately, that's one of the scary parts of this cause you know, death. But he, I was out there and I was by the 666 post. And I'm looking at the nine on the ground and there's these three light beams, light post beams.

And they were going down this like open project, like house like alleyway. They're flickering, you know? At this time I'm like, no, I'm not gonna run my head around that, blah, blah, whatever happened in there, happening there, you know, whatever. And then I'm like, I start feeling like I'm being crowded.

Like I'm being really crowded. And I'm smoking the cigarette and I look at the last light. It goes off. Then he goes back on, I'm like, okay cool.

All right, cool. You know what I mean? Like I said, I've had demonic experiences. So I kind of know the feeling of when I'm being close to something that's not too right.

Even if it's something on the TV, I know when I can feel when it's like, I think it's brainwashed, you know? Maybe it's conspiracy, but whatever. And my friend Jake comes out and he sits next to me and he goes, looks like he's like, man, that was crazy in there dude. I'm like, yeah, dude, I mean, that might've been real real.

And he was like, dude, that was real. And I was like, whoa, I was like, what's the last time he took a pill? He's like, dude, it's been hours. I'm like, bro, me too.

Like that was real real. And he was like, man, and we're hitting it. We look over at the light flickers off again. And I said, man, I like it off last time.

And they probably just pour, it's pour area, you know? And it stays off. I'm like, well, it doesn't, it's not coming back on. And then I start feeling this crowd in this.

And he's like, man, I feel weird. I'm like, what do you feel like? And he says, I just feel like, I don't feel like we're alone. And I'm like, what?

And then the next light goes off. And then the next light goes off, the one that's kind of close to us. And then I'm like, what? And I look around.

And when I look around back at the door to the house, that dude is outside the house, like with the blanket just staring to the lights. And I'm like, it's coming back. And it's brought home. He's dog like, I started freaking.

I said, get him in the house. I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, and I'm running. And like, then all of a sudden, like, I'm trying to get to him and like, get him in the house. Before I can get there, I feel like this push on my back.

And I tumbled down to the ground. And I'm like, what the? I was like, oh hell nah. So I try to punch the air because I feel like maybe I can do some effect.

I guess probably stupid. You can touch me, I gotta touch it. You gotta be really stupid shit. And nothing happens.

I'm like, okay, I feel stupid. But I'm like, so I get him, we get him the house. And I'm like, all right, all right. You know what?

Keep the water next to him. Give me another bucket of water, Sarah. The thing is, we all stay in the house. We obviously were on XC does not take a while to go.

So we're not gonna fall asleep. You know what I mean? Like we're drained. And the morning light comes up and we walk out there, take a bus back home and crash out.

And it was just the craziest moment I'll never ever forget. Cause I legitimately felt like I might have been fucked around with demons, but still saved a friend. Thanks for the story, Bobby. That was wild.

That's crazy. Kids on drugs, it had everything. Yeah. It's like a, I feel like at any moment Jason Vorty could have showed up.

I feel like he should have, maybe at one point or another. Missed opportunity, Bobby. So from Bobby's story, we are gonna move to my brother Clayton's story. Now Clayton didn't bring us a personal experience, but he did bring us a story of the occult.

I love occult. I know. That's why I was so excited to tell you about it. So chill for a minute and listen to Clayton and tell you a little bit about occult that I hadn't heard of before this.

I'm gonna chill so hard for this. Yes. The Fall River Colts. And it took place in the late 70s and it's how called Fall River.

And I think Massachusetts, I might be wrong, but somewhere up there. There was something right around the corner. It's a big deal and I guess the early 80s, a lot of people worried about that kind of shit. But, so Fall River, two prostitutes found it.

Barbara Rampos and Doreen Levesque, both prostitutes bound rape, tortured to death. Both have an X carved into their torso or somewhere else on their body. So instantly there's a connection there. Stabs several times.

So, but apart from the X, what makes it interesting with forensic analysis is that it suggested that they both died, actually died by stoning. So, suggest a little ritualistic element to it. Not many people die from that nowadays. Only thing it's not common.

It turns out the sleep a little town, Fall River. It's kind of like this twin peak vibe a little bit. Really simple. Yeah, a little bit, right?

But underneath that innocent kind of image that they had, there was this huge web of a satanic worshiping crime syndicate that was brewing in the background of everything. So, a month after one of them goes missing, Barbara Ramposa's boyfriend Andy Mulsh's follows a missing person's report. This guy's a creep too. He's convicted pedophile of Rampos and has recently devout Christian.

So, he starts talking, they can't get a good read-off. But once he starts talking about satanic cult, he'll take his mind and say, oh, ritualistic shit, maybe. What's going on with this guy? Might be relating to the murder of another girl that they had released, Dorin Levesque, the other girl that was found dead.

And apparently at the time with Barbara gone missing a month ago, him and her were both Satan worshipers, Andy Mulsh's in Barbara. Seems a little quick up to switch from Satan worship into the battle Christian, you know, a month. But this is a little weird. This guy, Andy Mulsh just once he brings that kind of shit up.

This guy's very interested, man. He offers a meeting with two members or something called the Fall River Cult. What the fuck is that? And Karen, Marzyn and Robin Murphy.

Both runaway prosthetists, drug addicts, lovers, they get this meeting going. Sitting down, it doesn't take long from the finger. This guy, Carl Drew, some murder of Levesque and Barbara. This guy's a fucking weirdo too.

He's a meth addict. He's a pimp and a prostitute. I don't know. This whole town of Fall River got this kind of weird thing going on.

And later on, this girl claims, later on this girl unrelated to the crime she had made it out alive, had said that this guy Carl Drew claimed he was gonna tie her to a tree to be sacrificed, pour goats bull at all over her face. You know, a little bizarre. You know, people don't usually say stuff like that. And she says, it's all the part of something called the Fall River Cult.

It's a web of Satan worshiping meth head prostitutes and other cult of characters in the vicinity. It's a little Massachusetts town. I think it's Massachusetts. And they've been looking at this a while.

They've been looking at these two murders a while and have these web of interesting characters that they're going off of. So they start looking at old unsolveds, comparing them to both Levesque and Barbara Ramposa, you know, the X, the Rich Willsick murder, kind of forensic shit. And I found that there had been almost a dozen similar scenes that they hadn't, that they just didn't compare them to. You know, they didn't have the knowledge of this cult.

And up to that point, there had been about a dozen other murders that they had at that point connected. So there had been for a while, these Rich Willsick murders going on in the city. Also it is Massachusetts. You know, similar kind of scenes bound, rape tortured left in the woods, but the X is what connected all of them, a lot of them, had the X on them and whoever didn't, they did the forensic shit.

And the suggest that they've been murdered rich realistically as well, whether stoning or, you know, they're like that. So they can't pin anything on Carl Drew. So they gotta let him go. But a few days later, that same girl, on Murphy calls, it says she'll testify against Raposa's boyfriend, Andy Mulch's.

But while he's detained, another body comes up missing. Or another body is found. And this time they got the forensics dependent on Carl Drew. So that's a lot, Andy Mulch's go.

This is huge confusing shit going on. They're all compsing things and messing, you know, because days later, another body pops up. Same ammo and a woman reports Robin Murphy as the killer. Robin Murphy is one that said she would testify.

So it turns out, all this turns out to Robin Murphy, was a sort of den mother to this group of hillbilly meth-dead Satan worshippers. You know, all of them ended up knowing, you know, all of them were interconnected into this weave of crimes. It wasn't just one person doing it, because a group of detectives later said that they managed to witness one of their black masses that they held in the woods, towards the end of the investigation. They were able to watch one of their black masses, and they were able to pinpoint, like identify, like Andy Mulch's, Carl Drew, you know, a bunch of them.

And one of the detectives said that they heard a new that Satan had actually appeared there, because the members of the Fall River's cult, some of them would let him speak through them in his own language, that it wasn't human speech. No anyone could false fake that. I don't know, I don't know. Yeah, like, I don't know.

So, but in the end, it was a total about 15 connected murders with 10 to 30 members of this cult that they could identify, you know, the arranging. So, turns out Murphy breaks down and confesses to orchestrating most of them with the help of Carl Drew. And, but what gets me most about this kind of stuff isn't the actual crimes, but instead, you know, what could psychologically bring a person to, you know, like falling into that sort of like a cultist, like, see, the way I see it is that everyone's got to void in them, that they need to fill. And some, you know, they fill away a Christian God, you know, some with all our whatever, but some people reject the idea of a, what our common held idea of a righteous divine reward is.

And instead look for something in the darkest and deepest recesses of our, like, consciousness, you know, and like the realization of a lack of truth, they're trying to fill that. And they have no meaning in the grand scheme of things. So, the same notion that takes people to church or makes them give a homeless person money, divine reward only, but these people latch onto it in a different way, you know, it's fulfilled by ritualistic rape, murder, you know, things that go against what our nature naturally wants, but they rewire themselves to desire for. They're needing to fill that void, takes them to that point, you know, or they're just fucking psychos, you know, what do I know?

But it's one of the two for sure. Yeah. Thank you, Clayton, for rolling through the Super Network Studio and bringing us a story about a cult. Yeah, see, I thought you said a cult.

A bad at English, man. A cult. I mean, I wasn't disappointed either way. It was the same.

It had a little column A, a little column B. Yeah, and it was definitely, definitely had a House of Thousands of Corpses' feel. Yes, I love that I have a brother young enough that he wasn't, you know, like privy to the Satanic Panic. Yeah, I mean, you and I caught like the tail end of it.

Yeah, for sure, not that we lived through it particularly, but yeah, it's, you know, it's interesting. I just thought that was pretty cool. Definitely helped us turn out the way we are. Yes.

I was saying, so yeah, thanks Clay. It was a super kick ass story. I had never heard of that. So it was new for me and I like that.

So Greg, how about I give you two choices? We're gonna listen to both anyway. Do you want the first anonymous call? Or do you wanna hear from Cameron?

I hear from Cameron Pliny. Give me an anonymous call. We're gonna give you the anonymous call. So this particular anonymous call is only anonymous because they called the voicemail line.

They left us this voicemail and they never left a name. So thank you anonymous storyteller. How many people are gonna be like in the comments going, that was me, because I totally would. Like depending on how the story shakes out, I might take credit for it.

Just at the end, it's my original voice. I could have done that with the computer, you don't know. No, I know, but no one else does. All right, so let's check out our first anonymous story in this Halloween special.

Up in the mountains, there was a royal airfield, North grass airfield. This guy and his wife, and I think they have a friend with him, were a bug that took off in the plane. The plane didn't get enough altitude and crashing to the trees. And so they called the county medical exam route just, you know, clean up the body, plant the scene.

So we gotta give it an all clear. And this couple got a son. And the son, I think, came up there, they might have a ton of respects, and they say goodbye to my parents. And the other quick thing was, yeah, you're good.

There should be no more bodies up there. So this guy goes up there in middle of the woods, big burn spot, and he's walking around, and he finds him on his hand. And he knows he found his mom's hand, because he found the hand with his mom's green field line. He's like, that's freaky.

So he's walking around, and he finds a couple more body parts. I think there's another hand in the foot. And he's like, oh man, this is crazy. So he gathers up the body parts, and he puts him in the back of the car.

And he's like, I'm down the mountain. And then he hits him, he's like, I get pulled over. There's no talking out of this. I literally have body parts in my car.

Coffee's gonna take me to jail for Mary. So he goes back up there, takes me to the whole, puts the body parts in the hole, and puts a couple of rocks over it, so he knows where he is. He takes back down and finds a medical examiner. And so he didn't clean up his body.

He's like, there's still bodies up there. So I guess, I don't know exactly that term, but I think he has seen him, or he's using a walk-and-out practice ideal. And so he has my dad to be his lawyer. And my dad's like, you need to, how did you not find all these body parts?

Just about every human has two hands, two feet, two legs, a head, a body, you know. Very same stuff. So my dad's like, let's look at these, the pictures he took at the body bags. So he goes in and looks at the body bags.

And these body bags have like, two torsos in a foot, and then the next one will have like, three hands, two heads, and a leg. And the next one will have like, three legs, a hand, and like, one head, and nothing else. And so, you know, there's kind of one part, but my dad basically argues you should be able to find, you know, find these body parts. You should know that their body parts out there.

You shouldn't have told the kid, you know, their body parts are cleaned up. Fortunately, it was a judge rule that, you know, it was unreleased to assume that after a violent impact, like that, to find everything about. So it actually cuts off there because our voice amount only records for three minutes. So for future F, anybody's in cough, three minutes, where you're getting cut off.

I was able to find this. And he was at the end there. They, the judge ruled that there's no way that it's reasonable to assume that the medical examiner could have covered like that amount of forest to find every piece of. Right.

Yeah. So the guy did not win his case in that particular one, but fucking crazy story, man. Yeah. You know, I can tell it wasn't me.

I was super interested in the whole time and I'm never interested in anything I have to say. So I could tell it wasn't me. Yeah, it's perfect. That's the perfect way to find out it wasn't you that you were very interested in it.

All right, man. So then we've got a couple more here. Greg doesn't know, Greg hasn't heard a lot of these, you guys. I've kind of kept them in the dark about these.

So Greg's gonna hear a lot of these for the first time. So Greg, let me ask you now. Do you want to hear a story that was sent to us written out by Erica B, who your lovely wife read for us, which is a true story. Or would you like to hear the one fictional story brought to us by Shanna Anderson?

I will take the fiction. All right. 500, Alex. So our good friend and follower, Shanna Anderson, sent us in a little bit of her fictional writing.

And I was, she read it too, which was cool. So we got a little bit of, you know, like, when you go to a reading of a book by the author, it's kind of a, we got a double whammy there. So you guys can see some of her fictional writing on her Instagram. Greg, you have pulled up there?

Yeah, it's Bella underscore ex Donna. So go check it out. It was very interesting. It was our only fictional submission, which was like, she called it like technically correct is best correct because at the beginning of her voice, Mal, she said, you guys said anything goes.

So here we go. It totally does. And I'm so glad because one, I'm not a strong reader. So I like people reading to me.

And two, it's good. It's good. So everybody follow Shanna if you want to hear some, and see some horror writing. And hopefully we'll see her writing a book one day.

First book dedication to the serial killers? Yo, I want back jacket. All right, fair enough. Yeah, I want to give a blur.

I was going to say, let us give a blur, Shanna, on your first book. We would love to do that. So say back, everybody, and check out Shanna's story. My name is Shanna Anderson.

So here it goes. Courses in the silent for when I have been running since 1902. The year in 1947, Dr. Solent has noticed odd behavior in the girls in the last month or so.

They appear to be infatuated with the walls of the institution, constantly scratching, smelling, and whispering to the walls. I know it from his journal. Day to January 8, 1947. I suppose this is a result of competitive nature between the girls from my attention.

My long time skip the frontic patient Isabella has been having worse and worse episodes. My attention, I cannot lie, have been directed more towards her and her condition than the others. Next journal entry. March 9, 1947.

I hear the worst. I captured this photo of the girls to spend it midair at what matter of science can be explained. Can't explain this. I do not know.

They've been scratching and smelling the walls. Day at next journal entry, April 4, 1947. I hear movement behind the walls. Something is in there.

Crews have began to search for the entity within the walls, but I found nothing. Next journal entry dated April 25, 1947. Symbols have been found wrong within the walls with small handprints. It was my belief that one of the girls is indeed provoking this chaos and whichery.

What girl I cannot begin to know for cats one of the Thomas twins. March 2, 1947. The crew members have been ramsacking the interior of the walls for days now. Nothing has been found.

The girls are beginning to slam their heads against the walls, floating midair. Isabella is inconsolable. Her hours have worsened. She here has so hard yesterday.

I hear there is serious trauma. March 11, 1947. Next journal entry. A discovery with me today beyond shocking was the high addict, beyond the high addict of this island.

Workers discovered a crazed old patient of mine. We had believed her to be dead and other physicians had witnessed her die mid-seizure at myself. We had thought, you know what's her name? Before Nina's passing, she became infatuated with me, always asking me about my long walk-off from France to every week.

About the time Nina's death, the letter stopped. I assumed my love clear. Wanted thanks to end. Full of sorrow, I began to lose myself in my work.

Upon discovering Nina, dozens of letters from Claire's were found scattered across the attic time that I had written others from Claire. An each location where I had to grow Claire, a large egg, was sharply placed over Claire's name, and in its place was written in black. Nina. Next journal entry.

March 12, 1947. Upon further searching beneath the floor, words of the attic, a body of sound where he'd clared the clock at. I have sent her. I am heartbroken.

Claire has totally planned to surprise me about Thanksgiving years ago. She was waiting for me and my office. Nina must have spotted her in her many people. She had made throughout the asylum.

Nina was transferred to a maximum security asylum today for Charms and many textbooks, and which practice burned. The other girl's behavior became normal once again. I resigned from my position today. Some of the horror writing that I've done, and I share on my Instagram.

Thanks so much. I saw it with a little split up and whatnot. But I appreciate it. And I wonder why you guys talk to me so much, Chan.

Get your jaw off the floor, Greg. The entire time, you were just like, shut up and let me listen. Yeah, no, that was awesome. That was a good story.

I really like that. I didn't see the twist coming. Chan, we are fans. So keep it going.

We support you. We hope that you reach your dreams of becoming a horror writer, because you better fucking believe we're going to be your first autograph signing. Yup. OK, Greg, we've got five more tales to go.

Would you like the halfway point? We're halfway-ish. Do you want to take a little break? Not this time.

Perfusion. So I'm going to bring you back an option. Cameron with a UFO. Or Summer Schilling bringing us a true crime story.

A truly fucked up true crime story. You know me. Got to go with UFO. Let's bring in the UFO.

Cameron, tell us a little bit about the time your grandpa saw one. My grandfather, back when I was a younger man and smaller, he used to work for the Air Force. He was a mechanic on the big bomber planes. So I got a lot of cool stories from him about doing that.

But one that stood out that links to the topic we just discussed was about how they were moving from the New Mexico area to California, because he got re-stations out here in somewhere I can't remember what base it was. But he had, he was in his 57 Chevy, Bellaire. And he had grandma in the car. He had my mom, her sister, and my uncle.

And they were cruising through New Mexico, opened up another. And he had heard stories about UFOs and test planes and shit like that. And he never really paid him much credence, or cared really much at all. But his last day on base, somebody said something like, hey, be careful tonight.

Roads can be dangerous. You just worked full shift. Blah, blah, blah. But it seemed he said it seemed a little weird.

It was a little slightly more than his buddy who worked with him on plane saying, hey, drive safe. No good luck in California. Be careful. Worked 20 fucking hours or whatever.

So there, cruising, he says he was doing the speed limit. I don't buy it. I guess grandpa back in the day used to race cars locally here back when we had a racetrack in our town. So he was probably speeding pretty quick.

And he swears that he was going about 60, 70 miles an hour. And all of a sudden, he saw what looked like headlights behind him. And keep in mind, this is like midnight, one in the morning, New Mexico desert. Not a whole lot happening out there.

Not a whole lot of shit making light. And everybody in the car was asleep. He was just cruising, listening to nothing but open road. And he says he starts to hear a wishing noise.

It sounds a little bit like a jet engine spooling up. And he didn't think much of it. And the lights were staying far back. They were still probably about half a mile behind him, just bright enough to be seen.

And so he just cruising on thinking it's weird. He's here as a jet engine spooling up. So he starts looking around out of the car window to try and see if he can spot the plane lights to see if it was one of the planes he was working on or something like that. And all of a sudden, he said it's like somebody hit the high beams, but it was green.

He's like, well, what the fuck? Not an MP because they use red and blue, just like everybody else does. And he was on one plane. There was a board of pull over to let somebody pass because he thought somebody just got on him and fucking hit the high beams.

And so he sticks his arm out the window and tells him to wave around, wave him around, go and go around. And all of a sudden, they just fucking go straight up 90 degrees up in the air and fly over top. And they don't hit him with a spotlight or nothing, but he can still see the green lights up front shooting straight ahead like two headlights and then it's got white lights instead of red and blue on starboard and aft. And then another white light on the tail that's strobing like plane.

And it keeps pace with him about his one o'clock as he's driving. He wakes up grandma and wakes up the kids. He's like, look at this. It's a UFO.

It's a UFO. And they didn't care. They're like, oh, it's fucking one in the morning. Fuck off.

It's like, you're going to keep going on a road trip and a 57 Chevy in a fucking heater. You're rolling with the windows down. It's like 30 something degrees. Grandpa.

Goddamn. So he's like, oh, fucking there's a UFO right fucking there. And grandma looks and she's like, that's nice dear. And then goes back to sleep.

And as soon as everybody got kind of got over it, it just fucking shot off towards the mountains and disappeared and he reported it to his CO one he got the base and the CO said. Hmm sounds like he didn't see anything. And he's like, no, but sir, I saw, you know, this what I saw, it was green. It was going fast, all this that in the other and the COS says, Lou.

Sounds like you didn't see anything. Right. So you don't wind up in an underground base somewhere. And eventually, Grandpa got the hint.

He's like, sounds like I didn't see anything. I might have been tired. He's like, you probably were tired. You should probably go home and rest.

Oh, damn. That's awesome. So moral story is you see something weird in the Mexican desert when you're whole and ass with your family moving across state lines. Keep that shit to yourself.

Who doesn't love a good UFO story? I know I do. If you don't like a good UFO story, fuck you. Get out of here.

How are you doing with your life? Yeah. Come on. There's stories for a reason.

Like I'm on my level. Yeah. So all right. Damn.

OK. This Halloween special is awesome, dude. I'm so excited. Like these has a little bit of everything.

That's exactly what I was about to say is, you know, we brought everybody who said something for the most part is here. Like we got them all in here. So we got a UFO. We got coal.

We got murder. We got it. You're exactly right. It's a nice melting pot of hell.

Yeah. OK. So how about another anonymous one? I'm not going to give you a choice this time.

I'm going to give you our last anonymous story of the day. Fine. Do it. I don't need a choice anyway.

Basically, I got work. And I got all these messages from my friends in high school. And they were like, hey, man, are you OK? Like, what's going on?

And I was like, what's fun? And one of my friends was like, how do you look on Facebook? Like, not that work. But then I looked at a Facebook.

And the person I was dating, looked at photos on the cell, covered in blood. So I was like, all right. That's fun and cool. So what he did was he went and bought pig blood between him and he covered in blood to take his help he had online.

But then also to scare me because normally I would come over after work. So he brought the blood and put his shoes in the blood and put footprints on the door and put like handprints everywhere and stuff, tried to scare me. So that's my story. So it sounds like that guy is an aspiring performance artist and also a little bit of a creep because where do you buy pigs blood?

I don't. I mean, I get pig parts. Like you can go to a pig part store and get that stuff. I imagine it's the same place, right?

I feel like the guy selling you the blood is just as in the wrong as the guy buying the blood. Well, here's my thing is that, you know, if you're going to prank somebody and put blood on the wall, just fucking go get stage blood. Because what's that going to smell like? Like six hours.

You know, come on, come on, that guy. What the fuck's the problem? Ooh. That guy.

Well, thank you, anonymous storyteller. Yeah. OK, Greg. So let's go.

We have a finale that the fans are going to be calling for. So that one's going last. OK, this one is OK. It's the anchor.

So out of the five that were left, we did. We've got what? We've got two left and then the anchor. And then the anchor.

OK, OK, so do you want crazy fucked up true crime, Summer Schilling? Or do you want Erica B's story that she wrote to us and your wife Sam Red? I listened to the one that Sam Red and I edited and stuff like that. So let's do crazy fucked up true crime because I like that.

That's why I'm here. I mean, yes. Hello. Let's do it.

This one's by Summer Schilling. Hi guys. My name is Summer Schilling. And my submission for the Halloween special is the murder and torture of Junco Feruda.

I remember hearing about the story back in high school. And I couldn't believe how horrible and horrendous it was. And I actually got a chance to go to the neighborhood in Tokyo where she was tortured and murdered. And it was a really quiet, nice neighborhood.

Like you just wouldn't believe that something this heinous went on there. And it's kind of a long story. I didn't want to leave out a lot of the details because they're just really grisly and bad. But I'll try to make it not as long.

So here we go. Junco Feruda was a Japanese high school student who was born in Misako, Saitama Prefecture in Japan. She attended Yasheo Minami High School and worked as a part-time employee during after school hours. She was known to be popular and good-looking, which made some of her classmates envious.

She was looked down upon the gangster like teenagers since she refrained from smoking, drinking alcohol, and drug usage. Hiroshimi Ono, a known school bully with connections to the Yakuza, which is the Japanese mafia, had a crush. He had a crush on Junco, but she turned him down since she was not looking for a relationship. With the exception of Junco Feruda, nobody dared to oppose Miyano during, due to his Yakuza connections.

On November 1988, Miyano and his friend, Nobuhiro Minato, wondered around Misato with the intention of robbing and raping local women at 8.30 PM, and why put it? They spotted Feruda, cycling home after she finished her part-time job. Under Miyano's orders, Minato kicked Feruda off her bicycle and immediately fled the scene. Miyano, pretending to be an innocent bystander, approached Feruda and offered to walk her home safely.

Gaining her trust, Feruda was unaware that Miyano was leading her to a nearby warehouse where he revealed his Yakuza connections. Miyano threatened to kill her as he raped her in the warehouse and once again in a nearby hotel. From the hotel, Miyano called Minato and his other friends, Joe Ugura and Yasushi Watanabe and bragged to them about the rape. Ugura reportedly asked Miyano to keep her so that they could all have a turn.

The group had a history of gang rape and had recently kidnapped and raped another girl, although she was released afterward. Around 3 AM, Miyano took Feruda to a nearby park where Minato Ugura and Watanabe were waiting. They told her that they knew where she lived from a note in her backpack and the Yakuza would kill her family if she attempted to escape. She was easily overpowered by the four boys and taken to a house in the Ayasi district of Adachiku in Tokyo where she was gang raped.

The house was owned by Minato's parents, which soon became their regular gang hangout. No, on November 27, Feruda's parents contacted the police about their daughter's disappearance. In order to stop the manhunt, the kidnappers convinced her into calling her mother. She was forced to say that she had ran away, but she was safe and staying with a friend.

She was also forced to ask her mother to stop the police investigation into her disappearance. When Minato's parents were around, Feruda was forced to pose as the girlfriend of one of the kidnappers. They later dropped the pretext when it became clear that Minato's parents would not report them to the police. The Minato's stated that they did not intervene because they were aware of Minato's Yakuza connections and feared retaliation and because their own son was increasingly violent towards them.

Minato's brother was also aware of the situation, but also did nothing to prevent it. It's also worth noting that almost over 100 people knew what was going on, but they did nothing to stop it because they were afraid of these boys. Feruda was held captive in the Minato residence for 40 days where she was abused, raped, and tortured. They also invited and encouraged their other friends from the Yakuza to Torment, Feruda, according to their trial statements.

The four of them raped her over 400 times, beat her, starved her, hung her from the ceiling, and used her as a punching bag, dropped barbells onto her stomach, forced her to eat live cockroaches and drink her own urine, and forced her to masturbate in front of them. They entered foreign objects into her vagina and anus, including a lit light bulb and fireworks into her vagina. They burned her vagina and clitoris with cigarettes and lighters and burned her eyelids with hot wax. They also tore off her left nipple with pliers and pierced her breasts with sewing needles.

Some of the torture's friends have been officially identified, including Tetsuya Nakamura and Koichi Ihara, who were charged with rape after their DNA was found on and in the victim's body. Koichi Ihara was allegedly bullied into raping Feruda. After he left the Minato household, he told his brother about the incident. His brother subsequently told their parents who contacted police.

Two police officers were dispatched to the Minato house. However, they were informed that there was no girl inside. The police officers declined an invitation to look around the house, believing the invitation was sufficient enough proof that there was no girl in the Minato house. Both officers faced considerable backlash from the community.

Had they done their due diligence, Feruda's ordeal would have lasted only 16 days, and she may have recovered from her injuries. The two officers were fired for failing to follow procedure. At the beginning of December, Feruda attempted to call the police. However, she was discovered by Hiroshi before she could say anything.

When the police phoned back, Miyano informed them that it was a mistake. As punishment, they doused her legs and feet in lighter fluid and set them on fire. They also pushed a large bottle into her anus, causing severe bleeding. She reportedly went into convulsions.

During their trial, they stated that they thought she was faking a seizure. So they set her on fire again. She survived the injuries and continued to be raped and tortured. Feruda is reported to have asked her captors on multiple occasions to kill her and get it over with, but they refused.

Instead, they forced her to sleep out on the balcony. It was winter at the time, and they locked her in a freezer. One of the kidnappers told the court that her hands and legs were so badly damaged that it took her over an hour to drag herself downstairs to use the bathroom. Due to the severity of the torture, she eventually lost bladder and bowel control and was beaten for soiling the carpets.

She was also unable to drink water or consume food and would vomit after each attempt. She was also severely beaten for this. The brutality of the attacks drastically changed Feruda's appearance. Her face was so swollen that it was difficult to make out her features.

Her body was also severely crippled, giving off a rotting smell that caused the four boys to lose sexual interest in her. As a result, the boys kidnapped and gang raped a 19-year-old woman who, like Feruda, was on her way home from work. On January 4th, 1989, the four boys challenged Faruda to a game of mahjong, which she said to have won. Out of frustration, the boys beat her with an iron barbell, kicked and punched her and placed two short candles on her eyelids, burning them with hot wax.

They made her stand and stuck and struck her feet with a swinging stick. At this point, she fell onto a stereo and collapsed into a fit of convulsions. Since she was bleeding profursally and plussed as emerging from her infected burns, the four boys covered their hands and plastic bags taped at the wrists. They continued to beat her and dropped an iron exercise ball under her stomach several times.

They poured lighter fluid onto her thighs, arms facing stomach and once again set her on fire. Faruda allegedly made attempts to put out the fire but gradually became unresponsive. The attack reportedly lasted two hours. Faruda eventually succumbed to her wounds and died that day.

Less than 24 hours after her death, Nobuharo, Mino Buharo, Minato's brother called to tell him Faruda had appeared to be dead. Instead of getting caught, afraid of getting caught from murder, they wrapped her body in blankets and shoved them into a travel bag. Then they put her body in a 55 gallon drum and filled it with wet concrete. Around 8 p.m., they loaded and eventually disposed of the drum into a cement truck in Koto, Tokyo.

Her murder case was named Concrete in Case High School Girl Murder Case because of this. On January 23rd, 1989, Heroshi Miyano and Joe O'Guro were arrested for the gang rape of a 19 year old woman they had kidnapped in December. On March 29th, two police officers came to interrogate them as women's underwear had been found at their address. During the interrogation, one of the officers led Miyano into thinking he knew of Faruda's murder, thinking Joe O'Guro had confessed to the crime.

Miyano told the police where to find Faruda's body. The police were initially puzzled by the confession as they had been talking about the murder of another woman and her seven year old son that had occurred nine days prior to Faruda's abduction. The case remains unsolved to this day. Okay, and just as a disclaimer, I really don't know a lot about the Japanese judicial system.

I know that they don't have a death penalty. And also the legal age of being an adult in Japan is 20. So if their ages seem a little old for being charged as juveniles, that's why. The police found the drum containing Faruda's body, the following day, she was identified via fingerprints.