Listener Tales 23

You're flat out and your to-do list is grown by the minute. But unfortunately, so is your headache. And now you've gone from flat out to... Flatent.

Luckily, Panadol extra film-coated tablets are boosted by caffeine, and they get to work in as little as 10 minutes. For powerful relief that's more than just paracetamol, that's one for Panadol. Speed-based on absorption data contains paracetamol, always read the label or leave it. Hey weirdos, I'm Ash.

And I'm Elena. And this is Morbid. That is an imposter. Who are you?

It's a secret. It's a secret. Today we have a special secret guest on the podcast. Mama and Mabela for him.

My boyfriend. Drew. Hey weirdos. So yeah, Elena is stuck at the hospital today.

And it was like panicking and was like, oh my god, I don't think I'm going to be home in time to record. Like it's crazy in here with the pandemic going on. There's so many cases that she has to... Well, it's not really getting into what exactly she's doing, but you know, she's got to be there and do the damn thing.

So I said, don't worry, Sista. I know just the guy. And here he is. Yeah, I wasn't busy.

So no, we probably would have... Well, I wouldn't have been recording, and you probably would have just been like funding off the cats while we recorded. But the cats are eating. Drew is here.

I'm here. And we're ready to do some listen-a-tales. Ooh! Have you ever...

You've ever done like a listener-tales episode, right? I did. I did a listener tale. I sat in on a listener-tales.

Yeah, I feel like you sat in on like a lot of listeners. Yes. But I've never actually been like fully apart of one. Well, it's your time to shine, buddy.

Hey. Alright, so do you want to do it? Like I'll read them to you and you can react. Yeah.

You want to be the funny guy? Yeah, I think that's most. Okay, cool. Alright, so I'll start off because really there's no business and like, oh, who am I to do business without my sister?

So here we go, listener-tales. This one is called You Are Not Welcome and Double-Nauted Plastic Bags. Oh. Yeah, so I don't really know what we're getting into except I do.

Can I guess? Sure. Sure. Yeah.

I used to be a bagger at a grocery store and people would always ask me to double-not their bags. So does it have to do with a grocery store? No. That's a good story though.

Alright. Hi, weirdos. I wanted to take a moment and share my listener-tale with you bad ass bitches. Even you guys reading this tale is on or enough for me, but if you use it, you can absolutely use my name.

I have attached the PDF of it, double-spaced. I know that makes it easier on you. Thank you for being a light to me in 2020. Enjoy.

What a sweetie for doing this double-spaced because I- She knew what's up. She did. I think I have a stigmatism even though I don't- I think that's just like when you can't focus on the page. Yeah.

Are you thinking of dyslexia? No, I don't have that. Sometimes I wonder if I do, but I don't. I just can't read.

Yeah, sometimes I can either, but you know what? That's not about us. Let's get into it. It says, Hey, weirdos.

I'm Ricky and then she offers a pronunciation for us because it's RY-Y-K-I. R-Y-C-K-I. She says, it's pronounced like Ricky, not Reiki. While RY-Bread is delicious, it's not a part of my name.

Most people think it is, to which I really ask, does that sound like a name to you? Although just to be clear, I am a girl. Yeah, I know Ricky is more commonly a boy's name, but here I am, rocking the Ricky and loving it. I digress, but let me start by saying, like everyone else does because we are thoroughly obsessed with you.

You two lovely ladies are alike to us all. You are not only hilarious, tenacious, and brutally honest, you create a safe space for all walks of life with no judgment except Harry Towne, Dick, Taper, and Festa, and shit stains who commit the fuck upcrabs. We don't include those in a compliment. Well, thank you.

That was really nice. I'll accept that on behalf of both Alina and I. Anyways, these stories, there's two, are about a black apparition and a haunted children's book. So, no, not a grocery store.

Well, I'm sure this is not as big of a deal to some listeners, but these two spoopy experiences were two more than I ever wanted to experience in my lifetime. Alright, here we go. I apologize for the length, but I wanted to include every detail. When I was growing up in the Land of the Year in Cheese, we lived in a spacious, two-story White House perched on a hill.

Nothing, not anything substantial, but enough to catch a bit more of the piercing frigid winds than I would have preferred. You guessed it. I'm talking about Wisconsin. To be honest, when you said the Land of the Year in Cheese, I was picturing my mind like a stadium of Green Bay Packers fans.

Yeah, I immediately knew it was Wisconsin because when I would go to Chicago, we would fly into Wisconsin for some reason. And driving through, there were a lot of cheese-themed buildings. I love that. I love that this entire episode is just going to be a palate cleanser.

We would drive into Chicago a lot. Okay. I was raised in a Christian household, attended Christian school, and went to church every Sunday. Does that sound familiar to you?

Very much. To me, those hauntings, aliens, and anything else on that matter was a fantasy concert to merely cause unnecessary anxiety. Anxiety, for said, thrills, and chills. Obviously, my young thought process was painfully ignorant.

The stairs leading up to the second floor were somewhat like a zigzag. The first flight turned right onto the landing and then climbed up the second flight to reach the upper level where the balcony overlooked a living area. It sounds beautiful. Yeah.

My room was essentially in full view of the beginning of the stairs. I hate that for you. On the first landing, there was a large window that often allowed the moonlight to grace the threshold of the stairs and would illuminate the upper level at night. I cannot quite recall my exact age, but I believe I was eight or nine years old.

I usually wake up in the middle of the night, I usually would wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because I am fully convinced I have an anatomically small bladder. So waking up to a full bladder was nothing out of the ordinary. I woke up and begrudgingly rolled out of bed. But something was different that night.

I noticed a deep sense of dread. The moon must have been full that night or perhaps an uncharacteristically clear sky. But I could easily make out the contents of my room. It was so bright.

I tried to shrug off my feelings and opened the door to relieve my ever-pestering bladder. When I looked up there on the threshold of the stairs was a black-shrouted figure that resembled the Grim Reaper. That's terrifying. No thank you.

I could not see its face, just a hood and that seemed to emanate a personal fog. I thought I was imagining it, but I could see the moonlight framing its black figure. I was utterly frozen with fear. It didn't move except for its fog.

It didn't speak. Finally, remembering my Christian upbringing, I managed to stutter. You are not welcome here. I am a child of God.

I love that. Attempting to be brief. I gotta remember that one. I know.

Attempting to be brief. I turned to the corner to my left and walked into the bathroom. I love that she was just like, well I still have to pee, so let's go. That's brief.

Why I turned to my back to the thing, I don't know, because for all I know it could have run up behind me and taken my soul. Who knows? Once I sat down I mustered up every ounce of bravery left in my body and turned toward the stairs. The figure was gone and never returned, but my memory will never fade.

Isn't that scary? That is scary. Skip forward a few more years. And it was finally the day of the Scholastic Book Fair.

Do you remember those? Shit. Okay, you and I definitely have very different memories of the Scholastic Book Fair. I have books on this bookshelf that are from the Scholastic Book Fair.

Your girl, your lady, doesn't have a single fucking Scholastic Book because my mom was too poor to give me money and probably didn't care too either. I also had a poster of a cat hanging from a chair. So I was hanging in there. Danielle, that's great.

Thank you. I'm such a bitch. No, I remember like dreading the Scholastic Book Fair and like I remember even sometimes being like maybe I could steal a book, which I never did, but I would steal books from the library. Straight up still though.

Oh my God, because I had no bad eyes. I didn't want to go talk to people. Oh, nothing much has changed. It's same vibes.

So yes, we do remember those. It was always a day of excitement. No, it wasn't. Curiosity and the enticing smell of a new book.

You know that smell. So don't act like you know what I'm talking about. I do know that smell. I was 14 and I decided I would purchase a book labeled as mystery thinking I would be titillated with a suspense.

Did I not even say that? Titillated. Titillated. Titillated.

I cannot recall the name of the book exactly and I tried to look it up but to no avail. I'm sorry. All I can remember was that it ended up being a ghost story about a haunted doll. Despite my gut saying no, I read the book anyway with its tail creating full body chills with each page.

I was down, I placed it in my bookshelf on the bottom shelf toward the middle. Skip ahead. My dad used to sometimes sleep in the guest room where I kept my books because of his work. He would frequently be called in the middle of the night and didn't want to wake my mom.

This was back before he turned out to be a piece of shit and was nice. I'm sorry about that. One morning he mentioned how cold it was in the guest room despite the heat being on. It was wintering with content and if you don't know, it gets cold as the arctic's asshole up in here.

The next day he mentioned again how cold it was and something odd had occurred. My dad noted being woken up to our yellow lab Lucy. Staining on a lounge chair, hair raised down the length of her spine and barking at the corner of the ceiling. What the actual fuck.

The next day I had off from school and I was determined to figure out what was going on in that room. You're a bad bitch. I sat outside of the guest room and felt warm and comfortable. I walked in the guest room and I felt as if I had willingly leapt into that arctic asshole.

No, the windows were not open. I immediately was like nope, no thank you. I sat at the entrance and my attention was drawn to that damn book. No way.

I thought I probably sat there for 10 minutes pondering my ludicrous idea that the book was haunted or something attached to it. I ended up going downstairs and grabbed some Walmart plastic bags. I'm not sure why I thought a plastic bag would protect me from the diamond that lived in that book. But you know, it's what I had.

You really think I'd throw away a nice purse or sports backpack for that thing. I proceeded to wrap the book in several plastic bags and double knotted the handles. Again, I have no clue why I thought a double knot would protect me but it seemed logical at the time. I launched the parcel to the end of the driveway and went about my day.

When I went back to the guest room later in the afternoon, it was as warm as a summer's day and nothing else has ever happened. Holy shit balls. And that's all folks. Thanks for being amazing kick-ass bitches.

I seriously adored the both of you and wait with anticipation for each new episode. Sorry, the frat boys are doing something. I'm sorry, they suck. I seriously adored you both and wait for anticipation for each new episode since I binged all the others.

Thank you for reading my listener tale. Keep it weird. That was so good. Thanks, Ricky.

Yeah, I liked that one. I liked that you thought it was going to be about a grocery store and then it was not. A lot of things, Ash will tell you a lot of things. I relate back to my grocery store.

Yes, definitely. You'll be like, you know the cakes, nothing about the grocery store. If you want to never see a grocery store the same again, I... Date drew.

Yeah. All right. Do you want to guess what the next one is about? After I tell you the headline, listen to our tales, a fucking omen or an angel.

What do we think is going to happen here? An omen. What's an omen? Like a bad luck.

Like a sign of bad luck. Okay. I mean, I don't know. I have no idea.

I've never like had a... I hope it's more of the angel. I think it is. Okay.

So we'll read it. So this one says, I want to start out by saying that I'm obsessed with your podcast and it really helped me get through the loneliness of lockdown because I've been out of work since March of 2020 and have been very bored. That sucks and I'm really sorry. Yeah.

And I'm happy that we got to keep you company because we're best friends. My name is Katie and I'm a 21 year old super weirdo from Northern Ireland. Yes. We love Ireland.

Feel free to use my name also. Sorry, this is long. It's okay. I'd also like to say that I am not a very spiritual person or very interested in the paranormal as I'm a big old science bitch.

It's not here. But this alignment of events has caused me to be very conflicted. The story begins when I was around eight to ten years old and I started having nightmares. This is due to spicy childhood trauma as I come from an incredibly abusive family.

I'm sorry. One night while I was drifting off to sleep, I was woke to the sound of gentle scratching at my bedroom door. I thought maybe that it was a family cat so I ignored it but the door opened and I watched as the light from the hallway poured into my room revealing the shadow of a wolf followed by a growl. You know what that reminds me of?

What? My uncle's house growing up was crazy haunted. Yeah. And my cousin told me that she would like think of turning off a light like see a light on and I think of like oh I need to go turn that off and it would just turn off.

That's crazy. That's like some Matilda type shit. Yeah. Well this as I shit you not as clear as fucking day I saw a beautiful gray wolf standing in the doorway and his eyes were fixed on me but he didn't seem to be angry just stared at me.

I tried to scream and move but I couldn't. The only thing I could do was close my eyes and when I opened them he was gone. When I woke up it was just a normal last day until the night after my father gets a phone call from his brother explaining that one of my baby cousins had sadly passed away during the night due to health complications. This was a very sad time for my family and I'll never forget how much we all cried.

A few years later I had moved into another home with my mother and continued to have nightmares occasionally but didn't see the wolf until one night. I was lying in bed and just like before the wolf scratches at the door growl softly and stares deep into my soul. I try to keep my eyes fixated on the wolf this time and try screaming. This experience is just like dream paralysis.

I can't scream or move. I close my eyes and the wolf is gone. I wake up in a panic and my mom was in the next room so like a piss so like a little pissy baby I ran into her and asked if I could sleep next to her. Before she could even reply I jumped into her bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

You. Yeah. I did that way too much. The next day my mother informs me that one of my baby cousins has passed away during the night due to complications after birth.

That's really sad. I'm sorry you lost so many cousins. I went to the funeral and again my family and I were devastated but haven't gained another beautiful little angel. I was so confused and never told anyone about the wolf because I was convincing myself it was just a coincidence until St.

Patrick's Day of 2017. I was out getting fucked up at a friend's house in Ireland because I'm from Ireland. Alcoholism is running through my veins therefore it's okay to get stinky drunk and regretful things on St. Patties.

You just spoke to my inner being. Yeah we're from Boston so it's basically the same. Yeah and I'm like mostly Irish so we got real fucked up around here. So I fall asleep at about 5am with my boyfriend at five years and my friend's uncomfortable mattress and the room is spinning that's the worst.

When I finally get to sleep I am awoke by the fucking wolf. So she's not even in her own house and this is happening. I'm having a panic attack because I know what's going to happen. I wake up crying to my boyfriend but I can't tell him because I think I'm insane so I just told him I had a bad dream and he comforted me as we fell asleep.

I completely forgot about the incident the night before until I'm home and sitting in my room watching TV and I hear the unholy sounds of my mother screaming Katie get the fuck downstairs now. And I just knew someone had passed away or someone was in the hospital so I got dressed and ran to her but she was gone. She was running across the street to where my grandmother and grandpa lived so I quickly followed her. Turns out my grandmother had just gotten home from work to find my grandpa had unfortunately passed away in his chair from a massive heart attack.

This destroyed me as I was very close with my grandpa and he was kind of like a substitute father for me after mine had abandoned me and I know Ash can relate to the prandtl abandonment slash neglect. Yes I can and this reminded me of my grandpa because I love him so much. This is the last time I've seen the wolf and I dread the next time I see him but I was wondering if maybe anyone had any explanation for these occurrences. I've had a few friends that sadly passed away over the years but I didn't see the wolf before any of these deaths so maybe it's just a family thing?

I don't know. Anyway thank you for keeping it weird with me and for your company because quarantine has been very lonely but your quirky personalities and sweet voices has made me feel like we're lifelong friends that will probably never meet. It's a bit weird but not so weird that you have creepy premonitions about family members deaths. You know what that's like?

Practical magic with the beetle? Oh my god that's exactly what that's like. How they hear the beetle before their husband is going to die? Yeah.

That's crazy. Yeah. That's really really wild. So maybe your family maybe your witch and that's like the curse or something that was put on your family.

Or maybe it's kind of like a guardian angel thing where you're gaining a guardian angel and the wolf is symbolic somehow in your family. Yeah. No no no guys give Katie some answers if you know. Okay this one got me because of the subject line it's called hide and seek time to eat.

Anybody that like lives with me or is around me knows how much I fucking love the word eat. I say eat about everything. What do you think it's about? I mean definitely hide and seek.

Yes correct. Probably seeing something you don't want to see or like hiding somewhere and like something else is in there with you. Okay like that was a pretty good guess. So hey weirdos my name is Jade you can share my name I don't care and I'm from Buffalo New York I jade I said this story and months ago and it never got told so I'm trying one more time because I believe it needs to be shared.

I absolutely love your podcast and you guys remind me a lot of me and my sister. I love that and thanks for sending it again because the subject line I'm telling you it got me. Now let's just dive right in. I've experienced paranormal phenomenon for as long as I can remember but the tale I have for you today is one that happened inside my house.

To give you some background my house is built on top of the world. I keep on it to say world but it literally just says war. On top of the war of 1812 battlegrounds so obviously some shit is bound to happen sometime. Can I do a little I grew up but right by the bat and conquered in Lexington battlefields.

Oh yeah you did. So I feel like I'm gonna relate to this a lot. My house I grew up in was an old mill house. Why did I not know that until right now?

There's a mill in my hometown. Oh yeah. It's like 200 years old. Yeah I've been there.

Yeah that's crazy. Yeah. Okay my family and I moved into this house when I was seven years old and it has always rubbed me the wrong way. I never got bad vibes at your house.

I like always felt someone there or like something. Yeah I feel like they liked us so they just never bothered us. Yeah. So I've had objects fly across the room, footsteps walking through the house when no one else was home.

Doors opening and closing by themselves. The first floor of the house has two bedrooms. A bathroom, living room, kitchen and dining room. Upstairs is supposed to be an attic but my parents turned it into a bedroom.

Since upstairs is built for storage there are many holes in the walls that are covered by pieces of fabric. They hate upstairs. That's where I have never felt safe. When I was 16 years old my best friend at the time, we'll call her Mo, came over after school to hang out.

We were bored and wanted to get our mind off the day and decided to play hide and seek. Now activity in the house I've been silent for months which is why we decided to give it a whirl. Mo knows my house is haunted. Now my house is the type of house no matter where you are you can always hear where someone is walking.

It's nearly impossible to not know where someone went even if you're a few rooms away which is why we decided the seeker will count in the garage which is attached to the house because it would muffle the sound of the person hiding. To muffle the sound of hiding even more we turned on the TV and set them at a decent volume. Now it was time to play. We took turns counting in the garage and finding each other.

Neither of us the first few rounds set upstairs. The first few rounds were normal and we were having a good time. The last round which we didn't know was going to be the last round. Everything changed.

It was my turn to seek. I went into the garage and started to count. One, two, all sounds start straining from the garage. Three, four, the sound of the radio and TV fade away.

Five, six, I can't hear Mo hide. I can't hear anything at all. And when I mean anything I mean anything. I can't hear the everyday life outside.

I can't even hear the soft blows of silence when everything goes quiet. I can't hear anything. That's terrifying. In movie Dead Silence, you know the scene where all the sound is drained out in the room?

That's what it was like. Seven, eight, my heart is in my stomach. I know she went upstairs. Nine, ten, it's time to buck up and find Mo because I am no longer the only seeker that gives me chills.

I open the garage door and walk into the kitchen. My heart is pounding and I'm dreading having to go upstairs. I walk into the living room and the TV is still on as well as the radio but no sound is coming from it. When I checked the volume, it was still set up to twenty-six.

No, Mo did not turn down the volume to mess with me. I searched the bottom of the house twice. I could not bring myself to walk upstairs. After putting off the inevitable, I told myself to man up and go up there.

I started the base of the stairs and felt absolute dread, but forced myself to go up, slowly with every step my heart pounded further and further into my stomach. Something was not right. I made it to the second last step from the top and hesitantly said, Mo. Mo burst from one of the holes in the wall covered by a curtain crying and ran out of the house.

The moment she burst from her hiding spot, all sound came back. The TV and the radio sound blasted. I could hear birds chirping and cars driving by. I even had that slight buzz sound back.

I ran after Mo and asked, your flat out and your to-do list is grown by the minute. But unfortunately, so is your headache and now you've gone from flat out to... Flat-unt. Luckily, Panadol extra film coated tablets are boosted by caffeine and they get to work in as little as 10 minutes.

For powerful relief that's more than just paracetamol, that's one for Panadol. Speed-based on absorption data contains paracetamol, always read the label or leave it. Sure what happened. She said that the moment she started to go upstairs, this is gonna fuck you up.

I'm not ready. The moment she decided to go upstairs she could no longer hear me count. She couldn't hear the TV or the radio, she couldn't even hear me looking for her as I was calling out her name a lot downstairs. Everything went dead silent.

When she hit in the hole she started to get an uneasy feeling. She looked into the dark and saw a pair of red eyes staring at her. Holy shit. When she saw the eye she was ready to eat on out of there, but then there were footsteps pacing back and forth in front of the curtain that was concealing her.

Oh my god. Like, Mo sat frozen in fear. She had a pair of red eyes staring at her from one end and another and entity pacing back and forth at the other. Right before I called out her name, when I got the courage to go upstairs, she set a hand grasped the curtain and started to pull it back.

Once I called her name, the hand dropped the curtain and she ran out of her hiding spot. Holy shit. Needless to say, we yeeted on after that and then went to her house instead. We never played hide and seek again.

Anyway, I hope that's my story. Hope you like it. And guess what? What?

There's a bonus story. Oh god. Bonus story. You don't have to do with high and seek.

No. Why did you want to play after? Well, I used to love high and seek. You know I used to play hide and seek with my friends in an abandoned building.

Yeah, that's wild. I love that you survived that. But I'm very happy about that. Alright, bonus story.

She says, you don't have to read if you don't want to, but it's still a good story. This also happened when I was 16. I was home alone in chilling in the room. I had a loft bed at the time, desk underneath bed on the top, which I want that now.

I was laying in bed, chilling on my phone when my door opened by itself. I heard footsteps start walking around in my room, heading to the ladder that leads to my bed. Not wanting to deal with it. I laid down, faced the wall and closed my eyes.

If that happened, I would literally run out of the room. Like I wouldn't like, I can't imagine laying down and like face the wall, like with my back all exposed, I'd be so freaked out. I felt the weight of footsteps walking up my ladder. My bed was shaking.

When whatever it was got to the top, I heard breathing. Then in the deepest man voice, I have ever heard it said, never mind. What? I jumped down.

I jumped down. I heard footsteps run out of my room and my door slammed shut. I got up and left the house for the day because I do not have time for that. And yeah, that's my bonus story.

Hopefully you guys like this. I look forward to your podcast every week. Stay weird. So he was just looking for someone else probably.

Or maybe, you know what I was thinking? Because my grandma always, because my house is like super fucking haunted. Like weird shit would happen all the time. I know.

But my grandma always says like, like people like that lived there before are still kind of existing. Like they lived there in the past. So maybe he like thought that it was his bunk bed or something and was like, and then like realized that it wasn't like realized you were in there. Yeah, I don't know.

I don't know. It was like really freaky. It's like doors used to open at my house. Just like, oh yeah, my bedroom door.

And actually before I moved into my grandparents, it was Alina's room. The door would just open all the time and it happened, especially after like our family dog died. That was like Alina's dog basically like her whole family. But she was the one that like lived with it the most lived with him the most.

And he would always come in her room at night. And after he died, you could like see the door would open like a little bit almost like a dog was coming through. That's, you know, he's buried in the back here. So he's like still there.

Okay. This is an excellent story. Why I was never allowed to play outside of a kid. The story of Leslie Renee Keckler.

Don't guess what this is because I feel like I'll be rude. Hey, Ashay, Alina. I'm a huge fan of you guys, but I'll get to the point. I wanted to share a story about my amazing cousin and her murder.

I've never seen her story covered by anyone, probably because it's a closed case. Although it does have a super suspicious unanswered part to it. I guarantee it would have been much worse if some badass bitch didn't come forward. And an excellent detective wasn't on the case.

So gather round and I'll share with you the story my mom told me when I was six and wanted to play outside by myself without adult supervision. Leslie Renee Keckler was a beautiful girl who had just started school at Bowling Green College in 1989. She was dating her long-term boyfriend and overall loving life. She was looking for a job around town and decided to apply for a few open positions.

She got a call back for a restaurant supply sales position at Bob Evans and was asked to meet with the interviewer Jeff Bennett at a holiday inn so they could first interview and then drive the sales route she would be covering afterward. She was excited about this opportunity and let her mom and boyfriend know she would be gone for about three hours on September 26th. She was never seen again. The next morning, her boyfriend called her mom and let her know that Leslie had not returned home the night before and he was worried.

It was highly out of character for her. They filed a missing persons report that day and interviews were conducted. Her job was to recognize a similar incident that occurred in May 5 months earlier of that year regarding another woman who had gone on a job interview with a, you guessed it, Jeff Bennett for a waitressing position that had her meet the interviewer at the same holiday inn. This previous victim got into the car with him for his business route and started getting real creepy with her.

He had begun commenting on her skirt length saying it was too long, driving back down sketchy roads, you know, the normal, scooby things. She got creeped out and thought about jumping out of the moving car but she didn't. He ended up taking her back to the holiday inn. This girl recognized the hoax and finally jumped out of the stopped car after he asked her if she would do other things for him or what she would do if somebody pulled a fucking knife out on her.

The fuck, right? This trick was awesome. She ended up getting away and filed a police report complete with a composite sketch of Jeff because of the investigators quick timing. The sketch was completed the day after Leslie went missing and was broadcasted via local media.

Bravo, John Helm, Bravo. Unfortunately, despite this quick action, Leslie was already gone. Four days later on September 30th, Leslie's body was found in a ditch on the side of a back road by two local boys with multiple stab wounds and ligature strangulation. It turns out Jeff was actually a man named Richard Fox, a piece of human trash and a line cook at Bob Evans where Leslie had applied to.

No, are you ready? This is insane. God. Fox had swiped her application from his manager's desk and made the call in subsequent action that our family has still been healing from to this day.

So he saw her application, like took it for himself. Yeah. Like probably saw her drop off her application. What a fucking creep.

Leslie met him at the holiday inn and ended up going on the fake sales route with him. According to his confession reports, when Fox tried to put his slimy ass, gravy covered fingers on her, she fought back and tried to run away. She called him an asshole, which apparently his fragile ass ego couldn't take. Fox told detectives, quote, no one calls me an asshole.

Like, wow. Okay, grow up. He went through his car and stabbed her in the back, strangled her, which, secondly enough, he said was just to make sure that she was dead. The autopsy report said Leslie had died as a result of a Spixia from ligature strangulation and multiple stab wounds.

She had been stabbed six times in the back. Three stab wounds had penetrated her lungs. Her right wrist had a deep defensive wound gash, and her face had bruises on her left eye, upper lip, and nose consistent with blunt force injury. So he like went nuts on her.

That's horrific. Yeah. Fox was a monster, like to say the least, I say because Leslie's mom fought hard to ensure Fox would never do this to another woman again. Her and Leslie's brothers were certain Fox would do this to another woman, if you were to get out.

Fox was found guilty and sentenced to death in 1990. However, as I'm sure you all know, after sentencing someone to death, there are a billion and one appeals that occur. During these lengthy battles, Leslie's mom Linda would pass away in 1995. Oh, that's really sad.

On her deathbed, she begged family members to keep fighting for Leslie. They did, and Fox was put to death on February 12th, 2003. So back to that super suspicious unanswered part I told you about. Fox's daughter, who was only six when Fox killed Leslie, made a plea to the court before his death that she would be left in orphaned if Fox were to be executed.

What's really sad? What's interesting about this is that her mother had filed for divorce from Fox, and shortly before their final divorce hearing, Kim's swine heart Fox was found dead with her arms and head over the side of a bathtub in her apartment, in a parent's suicide. Her wrists had been slit and blood was found in the bathtub, but the coroner determined she died from aphyxiation as a result of neck compression, not blood loss. You can't tell me that's a coincidence.

Yeah. Anyways, that's a brief overview of Leslie's case. Even if you don't share, I'm glad I could share with you the story of Leslie to keep her name alive. I attached a picture so you could put some faces to name.

Keep it weird. She was so pretty. And he is so yucky. Yeah.

Like, that's just disgusting. Yeah. She wrote human shit stain. The little thing.

The absolute thing. That's horrible. Sorry for your family. Yeah.

Okay. This one is hilarious, but also terrifying. It's called that one time I was probably going to get axe-burnered by my neighbor who lived in a hole in the... You're flat out, and your to-do list is grown by the minute.

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So what do you think that's about? Um, I think the neighbor had their house, but also, like, probably a man-made tunnel or hole that they did shit in. Okay. But it says, ladies, I'm not sure if you're still doing listener tales.

We are. As I just found you recently, I think, what year is it even? And I'm only on episode 91. You have been my quarantine catharsis.

I love hearing that. I want to tell you the tale of what is actually one of my very earliest and most vivid memories. It didn't mess me up. Probably.

Maybe. Okay. A little. But it's fine.

I'm fine. It's fine. For a background. I grew up in rural.

It's so hard to say that. Montana. In the woods, like all the way. You can not see another house from the house I grew up in.

At this time, it was just me and my mom, who at the time, was a badass recent widow living on her own, raising a kid on her homestead that she built her damn self. But we were in the dark alone, miles from anyone else, and had no phones or running water, but that's a different story. I'm about two and a half or three years old. I remember my mom scooping me out of our bed in the middle of the night and telling me to be very, very quiet.

She hugs me tight and opens the front door just to crack. I'm starting to wake up more and make some noise so she gives me a shut the fuck up look at her eyes. I can remember how scary that face was. And I'm sure it made me keep quiet.

We all know that face. Yeah. Oh, yeah. She then throws up in the door and sprints to her truck as I cling on.

She starts the car and we tear out of the driveway and down our road. She's driving like a maniac and I'm so scared. We drive all the way into town and stay at my aunt's house, which I was actually really excited by this because she had a water bed and I loved it. And I calm down and I fall asleep.

The event was never mentioned again and eventually we went back to our home. I would think about it from time to time over the years, but wasn't sure where to place this memory. So finally, one night when I was in my late 20s, I asked my mom if this was a real memory or something I made up. She went as white as a ghost.

Oh, no. Now, apparently on this particular cold winter night, she got up to stoke the wood stove and she thought she saw movement outside. She checked the windows and saw nothing, but she couldn't shake the creepy feeling she had. Trust, yo, good.

So she grabbed her gun and a flashlight and went outside to investigate boss bitch. And she shined her flashlight into the trees. She said she saw movement at the edge of the light and swear she saw a man dodging behind a tree. Yeah, that's terrifying.

Yeah. Yeah. No, no, no. One time I thought I was home alone and thought someone was in a just node.

I forgot where my parents were, but I thought someone was shoveling my driveway. So I called my mom and told her I thought someone was shoveling our driveway and she's like, so. She's like, why are you going to stop them? What the fuck?

Also, I was like, what? Why would you remember what? I guess that would be creepy if you were home alone. Was it like at night or was that night?

Yeah, it was at night and I could hear shoveling. And I thought it was our driveway. And like, I was like, looking out the window and seeing that it was probably just a neighbor. I called my mom and said, I think someone's shoveling our driveway.

And she's like, all right, then let him do it. She's like, cool, you don't have to do it then. But then was your driveway shoveled? No.

So it was a neighbor. Love that for you. All right. Well, this says she saw a man dodging behind a tree.

That was an out fuck that. So she grabbed me and we ran. She said she called the cops later that night. And the next day, she went with them to inspect the property.

They found large tracks in the snow all around our house. And a cinder block had been moved from the garden to under one of the high windows. That's really terrifying. Yeah.

She was so freaked out. She said the cops were useless. They basically were acting like she was a hysterical woman. Fucking 1980s.

But she insisted they'd check the other buildings on the farm, which were a shed and a barn down a bit from the, down a hill a bit from the house. At the barn, they found more footprints that did not belong and a fucking axe that was not ours. Yikes. An axe that was not ours.

No, thank you. Just leaned up against the barn. Just like chillin there. Still probably nothing, right?

My mom says we stayed away a while longer, but you have to go home eventually, right? Wrong. I hear Florida is nice. That's what they wrote in there.

She now thinks it may have been our weird neighbor, a creepy guy named Sanford. No last name, probably not even his real first name. Also, I am using the term neighbor very loosely here, as he actually lived in a hole that he had dug in the side of a hill on some public land down the road. He would be there and then would suddenly disappear, sometimes for years at a time.

I think he maybe was in prison then. Oh, and one time we came home to find him stealing mine and my mom's underwear off the clothesline. And the kicker, as kids, we were allowed to run wilds all over our side of the mountain. But we did have one rule.

If we saw Sanford, we were to run and hide, never talk to him and never go near his hidey hole. Good rule, mom. So yeah, if this was inside out, you could file that. One time I was probably going to be axemoted by my neighbor, who lived in a hole in the ground as a core memory.

Don't keep it Sanford weird. You love that movie, babe. That's such a good movie. I love it.

I tried to watch it one time, and I was like, this is ridiculously sad. Me and my friends, like, we all assigned each other emotions. Can you guess which one I got? Sadness.

No. What? Anger. Anger?

Yeah. I don't really see that. I was very angry person. Oh, OK.

All right. Well, this next one is called, the man who ruined my non-existent future in modeling. What do you think that's about? What do you think happens?

A man that ruined her non-existent future in modeling. It's all the dead air. Sorry. I'm not used to this.

Sorry. I mean, you got me at the non-existent part, because so is she not a model? I don't know. You're supposed to guess.

I'm trying to piece it together. I think this man did something to her. To make her not model. Yeah.

OK. Jesus. You're like, I want to guess. And then you're like, 26.

Hi, I'm a very slow thought process. I love you. Hi, Lena Nash. I have to say, you guys are my favorite podcasts that I listen to.

I listen to them anywhere at the gym, on my way to school, and even pulling into the parking lot at my childcare job. All I know is I have finally found a podcast that does not make me feel like I'm fucking weirdo for being fascinated with true crime. I guess it's not normal to discuss how Jeffery Dahmer tried to make human sex zombies on first dates. Anyway, I adore your relationship.

What? I don't know much about Jeffery Dahmer. Yeah, he wanted to make a sex zombie. And I guess she talked about that with somebody on a first date, which sounds like something probably Elena would do.

Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, I adore your relationship and get so excited every time I see a new post. Any Hoosers, I love that.

I wanted to tell you about how I have the worst luck when it comes to scary situations of being alone. For someone with anxiety, I have a lot of panic inducing things happening to me. This is the story of the reason I will never model. As I said, I'm a super anxious person.

Usually I don't like doing things alone. Same. This happened in August of this year when I started school. I wanted to save money, so I decided I would take the light rail and walk the rest of the way to my school.

I go to Sacramento State in California. I was nervous to take the light rail alone. Fuck. But I took the morning before to hype myself up.

I was a boss-ass bitch who could take the light rail alone. I've never heard it called light rail, so I keep like, what's a light rail? I'm assuming it's like a train, but I've never heard it before, so I keep saying it weird. I feel like, yeah.

A little did I know I would be in for an experience. You're flat out, and your do-list is grown by the minute. But unfortunately, so is your headache. And now you've gone from flat out to flattened.

Luckily, Panadol extra film-coated tablets are boosted by caffeine, and they get to work in as little as 10 minutes. For powerful relief that's more than just paracetamol, that's one for Panadol. Speed-based on absorption data contains paracetamol, always read the label or leave it. It was 8.30 when I got to the station, and I got on the first car and found a seat by myself.