Rewind with Karen & Georgia - 92: The Halloween Special

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Or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello, and welcome to rewind with Karen and Georgia. That's right. It's Wednesday. And that means it's time for us to recap our old episodes with all new commentary of dates and insights.

Today we're going to recap episode 92, which we named the Halloween special. That's so creative of us. Why? But why you ask? Well, you'll see.

Let's listen to the intro of episode 92. Hi. Oh, I'm Georgia. Hi. So nice to see you, Karen.

Love your green top. Thank you. This is my one of two blouses. There's color. I like the color.

I just decided to go with some color. It shocks people. It brings things out of you. It brings I for about four minutes. Go ahead.

Fake eyelashes on. But and yet then the rest of me is dressed like I've been in bed for four days. It's a great combination. Well, I actually tell you. Okay.

I think it's not a big deal. But as of today, Mimi is on Prozac. Why? My cat. Yeah.

When my the most Los Angeles person you've ever met in your fucking life. My cat and I are on Pharmaceutical for depression and anxiety. Wait. Why is Mimi on Prozac? She's so chill.

She's a grumpy bitch. She's unhappy. Where did you get the pros of my therapist? You're not. No way took her to the vet.

I was like, look, she's just hiding in a box of my favorite murder merch all day. People love that. We should make them pay extra for it. Mimi for her. Yeah.

So it would be so pissed if I ordered some new shirt. And it would be like, I have all my own animal hair. I don't need this. So as you can tell, this is the spooky episode of my favorite murder. We start out with a creepiest thing of all.

Like cat on Prozac.

“Everyone who's not from Los Angeles is like, what the fuck is wrong with these people?”

That's hilarious. Oh, yeah. So this is our special Halloween episode. Yeah. Where because our normal show is not scary at all or creepy or a huge bomber.

So we figured we got a little ghosty for you on this one. Yes. And we asked you guys to write us your personal real. We begged you to make them true. Yeah.

And we read for truth authenticity. Is that what it's we read for authenticity to make sure you guys weren't lying Liars who lied. That's right. And Steven.

Stephen a lot of people don't know this, but in his mustache. There's a lie detector.

So he will sniff that shit out the second.

Snip it up. Flicks that email open.

He'll be like, uh, uh, uh.

No way. Steven's mustache keeping you honest. My mustache is tingling. There's lies in this email. Since 1985, I don't know.

When he was born. I'm guessing it's in 1985. I thought it was in the late '80s. '87. Yeah.

I wasn't specific. I can't.

“I'm pretending to be that I won that somehow and I didn't.”

You did. I'm not. I just tried too hard sometimes. Um.

But guessing the weird found it out.

I'm gonna go. Don't take a project real quick. Take one of me means projects. Fine. Last night, George and I dinner.

Steven, that's what you'll think. This is funny. And the one of the people that dinner was like, How long have you been doing this podcast? I was like, almost a year.

George is like, almost two years. I was like, what? That blew my mind. No. Mine too.

I think I asked you as a question. Yeah. Two years, Karen. No. It's like, oh, shoot.

Wait. It must be. You can't be right. Yeah. Crazy.

It's gone so fast. It's been so fun.

“That's a million years in podcast years.”

I think. Yeah. Two years. For real. You know what I mean?

Like, this isn't a fucking impancy of podcasting. And so that means two years. It's a long time. So this is a dog. Your situation is interesting.

Got it. So this is like, or 17th year. You coming up on? Yes. Do you know what we need to talk about?

What? The thing that I've and everyone wants to talk about this. Mine Hunter. That they say it, right? Yeah.

That's how you pronounce it. You pronounce it. Yeah. That's a lot to talk about it. So you're a no.

I'm not. And I am on like episode five. And I must. I must sometimes. Okay.

I don't. I don't. I must sometimes. I don't want to talk to you. I fucking like it.

Yeah. It's really cool and exciting. But the. And I. But it's.

But I'm a sometimes. Well, there's so much build up. And I'm sure I had a lot to do with that. Because there's no way I wasn't going to love this. I just, I, I, I permanently loved it before I ever laid my eyes on it. Yeah. Um, and there were, it did, of course, because all pilots start slow and are difficult. Um, but I, this, I loved it. And I like, I, I love his directing. Yeah. And I love, I love, I love, I love art, director David Fincher. There's like things like that. I love, it's just like seen by seen that it's the interpersonal relationships of certain characters.

That I don't give a shit about like, I love one. They're actually interviewing the criminals and then the other, like, the guy who played at campar needs all the awards. I, I, in my mind, I start going like, how did you cast this role? Because you have to get a guy that's like, we meet people that they have to over six six. Yeah. They have to be really giant. But they also then have to be great actors. And many, it's not like, you know, LA is full of those people are like, this guy, but you, they found this guy in like the Canadian out back.

He's probably really a serial killer. Because that's his jail. He's actually in. Yeah. They were like, this, he's just good. We have to hire him. And I know it's weird. Um, but more things happen in Hollywood. Wait, like, what? Every day. Oh, you've read the articles. But I, yes, at campar, like, for me, I was like, I'm in, whatever is happening here and whatever they're trying to develop, because I could feel that thing of there. It was, it's, you know, a period piece, basically. It's like, starts in the late 70s. All that, this, those old cars, man. I was thinking of the same thing. When they would kind of come around a corner and there would just be streets lined with old cars and all different, you know, they looked so real. I just, I don't know, I go way into the detail.

But then I also love that actor. So the lead actor, I love he's like a, I mean, he's from a million things, but he's also like a broad way star. He's a little sweet baby angel. And beautiful. And yeah, and kind of had the perfect, like,

you, that's not how you picture an FRI, like some hard-nosed. So reminds me of Dennis from what's always sunny in Philadelphia, so much that I keep thinking it's joke.

But it's going to be like a sketch. Yeah, that like he actually is a horrible person. Yeah, I don't know. Yes, it's very, it's drawing to me. I mean, I'm going to be watching of course. Keep watching. I binge did, um, when I think it was when we were going, we were leaving for the Anaheim leg. Yeah, I like to call our weekends legs of course.

“Because that's how, you know, rock stars talk about it. Um, but I bit my friend Molly was like, oh, it's on right now because they put it up at midnight on Netflix.”

And I was like, what? So I started watching it at 1 a.m. The night before we left for that weekend. Because I was like, I have, and I got, I think I got through the first five. And then, you know, we had to leave and then I came back at the end, which was so satisfying. Well, Halloween is when we started hanging out two years ago. That's a pleasure. Nice one. Yes. Halloween two years ago is when the podcast was born. It was in Udro. That's right.

Like two or three days, right? Right. Right. So it could take a while. Yeah. And that's when you were like the inception moment was Georgia texting. I can't remember or calling me. And then being like, let's just do a part. Let's just do it. Podcasting. I was like, oh, okay. If you make it really easy for me. Yeah. Then I will. And you're like, I will. Let's have a baby together. We'll name a podcast. We'll love her and take her. What are you going to be for Halloween this year? No, me. Yeah. I'm going to be on my couch. What I am every on my couch. Good. No, I actually my friend has a party that everybody goes to. That's a ridiculous human guess.

Our friend's got it. And he said, I promised him that if we were in town on the day he has it that I will go because I always say I will.

“Remember the year that I was supposed to go, I dropped my phone in the pool. And then I couldn't tell you that it wasn't good. But it was so boozy.”

I think you would have lost your mind anyways. Yeah. It's just like grown up alcohol. Like grown up drunk kid party. Yeah. But fun. So I mean, just kind of legendary, but also I think I should do the thing of the old people going early who cares about this topic for real. But I also go really. I'll go early with you. And then also because the parking is so crazy in that neighborhood. Look how old we are. I mean, and these kids are so loud and they take marijuana. Oh, they're so loud and they take marijuana right next to you.

And then how could you even see what anyone stressed as it's true dark. And your vision's gone because you're high in marijuana. Okay, we're back. Karen, how many blouses now that you're a full time podcaster with sponsorship deals left and right and how many blouses do you want to fuel the haters.

“But I think I have upwards of six blouses at this point. So yeah, I mean, in jewel tones too. What if you'll hold Karen 2017 Karen that she would be wearing jewel tones on the regular she'd spit in your eye.”

I mean, she and Mimi would take their pros I could fucking leave pros I share. I love the announcement of that where it's like so, you know, do you feel like that 10 years later has Mimi's mental health journey improved since those days? No, we've just gotten comfortable with her anger. You know, like I realize it's not it's not about what's around her or what's you know, it's just her she's fucking mad and now she's old and mad and have to live with a fucking dog and little cat. It's like she's just not fond of so I think that Mimi's biggest problem in pros that isn't going to take care of this is that she's supposed to be an only cat so.

And she's the opposite. You're just like, and I guarantee that will never happen to you, right?

But she's going on strong. I'm the 2017 as a long time ago and Mimi's fucking still kick it out. So I think we know a lot of people who are great examples of how bitterness and spite actually are great engines and really. Yeah, along really nicely fuels the fire of life. That's right. Okay, so this is an episode where we just read Halloween hometowns which I love for us like right what a great way to fucking not have to do our homework for an episode. Same did out. This is back when I had two jobs, so we're just like how but we have other people do the work for us.

Right. And Steven's mustache. Figure it all out for us. That's right. All right, let's get into some spooky hometowns. [Music] July 2003, Councilman James E. Davis arrives at New York City Hall with a guest. Both men are carrying concealed weapons and in less than 30 minutes. Both of them will be dead. Everybody in the chambers of dogs, a shocking public murder. A scream. Get down. Get down. Those are shots. Those are shots. Get down.

A charismatic politician. You know, he just bent the rules all the time. I still have a weapon and I could shoot you.

“And an outsider with a secret. He alleged he was a victim of flat-down. That may have been not a bit political. That may have been about six.”

Listen to Worshack, murder at City Hall on the I-Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. [Music]

There's two golden rules that any man should live by. Rule one, never mess with a country girl. He plays stupid games, you get stupid prizes.

And in this new season of the girlfriends. Oh my god, this is the same man. A group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist.

“I felt like I got hit by a truck. I thought how could this happen to me.”

The cops didn't seem to care. So they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh hell no. I vowed. I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. [Music] Listen to the girlfriends. Trust me, babe. On the I-Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. [Music] Hey, it's Jake Brennan. And on my podcast, Disgraceland, I tell stories from the dark side of the music business.

And I'm thrilled to announce that now, Disgraceland, and its celebrity spin-off Hollywood land, have found a new home here at the exactly right network in partnership with I-Heart Podcasts. You can binge over 250 episodes of Disgraceland's Back Catalog, and listen to new episodes every Tuesday, bonus episodes on Thursday, and rewinds on Sunday, now on exactly right. Listen to Disgraceland, and Hollywood land on the I-Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. [Music] We asked you guys to send us in scary stories, and you guys interpreted it how you will.

Yeah, Stevens must lie in my stash of justice. Yeah, store with those out. And here they are.

Yes, go Karen. Okay. I'm going to read this one first.

The subject line is, "I'm glad she didn't look us in the eye." Hi, hey all, so super. My story is from a couple years ago, my niece, two years old at the time, was standing on top of my desk pulling books out from the attached bookshelf on by one. Oh, I stood behind her, ensuring she didn't fault her death should she trip on a Nancy Drew and stumble. I spent so much of my life standing behind Nora, letting her do what she wanted and just being there.

And then it just gets such a weird feeling of like, "Oh, I wonder how many people did this for me." When I thought I was out by myself, like, doing stuff, and there was just an adult there waiting to catch you. Or not, or that should have been there. Yeah, it wasn't. Okay.

There's so many options, everything. Okay, so I stood behind her, said that two are left is bedroom door, which goes into a hallway that leads to the kitchen to the right, and the garage to the left, kind of like a three-way intersection. Oh, we were in there for a little while, her pulling books, me estimating how long it would take to clean up when it happened. From my peripheral vision, I saw my great aunt slowly start to pass by the door frame. I could see the red robe, she wore all the time, her short curly dark hair, and her ever present bright red tailors with lipstick.

Oh, my god. My great aunt died four years before that day. When she vanished from the door frame, I scooped up my knees, who had stared unblinkingly at her the whole time. So the baby saw it too. Oh, I got it.

And followed, but when I turned into the hallway, nothing was there. She was 100% real. We both saw her. But no matter how many times I've told the story absolutely no one believes me, I'm into weird stuff. I believe the lackness monsters real.

Me too, girl. No! Yes, yes. There'll. Because, because, first of all, okay, don't make me get mad at you, Georgia.

Why do aliens are real? No, ready to go. No, I don't like those.

“Um, I think the luck, Stephen, are you with me on this?”

Um, totally. You guys. Because listen, and this might be your theory too. Um, we don't know what's in the ocean at all. It's not the ocean.

It's a lake. But lakes are connected to the ocean in a subterranean underground tunnels. And they could be living down in caves and places that we have. We don't know where down there because no one's ever fucking explored. 99% of the ocean.

I agree with all of the, all of that, the ocean is fucking amazing.

And monsters are among them. The Loch Ness Monster specifically was made up by a dude. You think? Okay. But that's just, I mean, I'll go in it on his side.

That's not true. It's not fun, girl. I think it's nothing to do with the dead Kennedy is right now. You're trying to be punk rock about the Loch Ness Monster. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Why do I be? Why is my musical taste being brought into this argument?

“Uh, because you're just, you have to believe.”

You have to.

It is the best idea that's, that's something that's a holdover from 50 million years ago.

It's like, oh, but I was hiding around the corner. Nobody killed me off. That when that, when that media or hit, I was just chilling.

And I saved all this algae. I don't know. I just want to believe it. Really? Same.

Well, they, they found supposedly extinct. See, like, can't fish. Like, that had been dead for millions of years. And they found it like 20 years ago. And it's just been hiding out under Madagascar for millions of years.

Can't believe it's Cedar Carfish or whatever.

“But the Loch Ness Monster is specifically, you know, I believe in dinosaurs.”

Listen, I don't think he wears that little Tamashamter. Okay. So that, I agree with you as ridiculous. No, he doesn't have, he doesn't wear a kill. No.

That would be crazy, he's a fish. He can't wear a skirt. Okay. Let's put a pin in this. I haven't, and say you're wrong.

Okay.

When that Loch Ness Monster corpse washes up finally.

I will 100% go on recurring. I'll tell you, you're wrong. No. I will not admit that I ever said any of this. 100% Karen.

We have a recording. No, never. That never happened. How do you believe in recording? That's double recorded this.

Fucking aliens. I'm taking a picture of this recording. Okay. We've totally lost her place. Oh, the aunt.

Oh, my God. I forgot. Guys, we're super scared. Remember the old lady with a lipstick that passed. We believe her.

A baby saw it. Baby, a baby watching a ghost. Is this scared? Is that you're seeing too? That's your proof.

It's down and down. Like humans have all these things that are like getting the way of them able to see. Yeah. Spiritual things and babies just like, what?

A ghost. Okay. Whatever.

“Why would that baby look away from the greatest game in the world?”

Full book software shell. It wouldn't. You're still playing that game. I love it. I love it.

We're going to get through one story. I love these ones. We just. It's all digression. Yeah.

Okay. She says it was the most surreal thing that has ever happened to me. And I remember the moment clearer than anything else I've ever experienced. Wow. Looking back on it though.

I remember she walked with her head down staring at the floor ahead of her.

And never turned to make eye contact with either of us.

Almost like she didn't see us. At the time this confused me, but now that I've had time to think about it, she looked miserable. And I'm really grateful she didn't make eye contact with me. I've no reason to think this, but it can't be a good moment to make eye contact with a dead person. Yeah.

That makes sense. That's good logic. I don't want to ever make eye contact with a dead person. I'm just saying that on this podcast. Yeah.

I think controversial. A few stands. Yep. Again. Punk rock.

Again. Well, Ray V. That's kind of. It's all my bad musical taste. It's getting thrown.

You're in your big pants. Yeah. Have you reposted that picture of you with those big pants in the choke run? Which one? It's the one that looks like it's the cameras on the ground.

Like it's almost all pants. You look like a pants model. You know that one? I think so. You have to post it.

Okay. That you're so like 1994? I know. I know. I know.

I'm just still not done with this email. Got it. Uh, pants model. pants model. I don't know what it was or what it meant.

But I hope she found peace even if she hasn't. If she hasn't already. Anyway, that's my ghost story. Love you guys. Even Steven F.

Oh, even Steven. I thought they were saying it like the same. Like we're Steven. Now we're even Steven. Love you.

Even Steven. That's a given. I always loved Steven. Yeah. Um, that was genuine and legit creepy.

I love the idea of like seeing a being walk by. It's not like I saw this thing out of the corner. My or like I would come into the kitchen and all the drawers are open. Because that's the fucking scariest thing in the world. Right.

Like nothing is scarier than all of whatever is being open. Yes. Or like all the things taken out of this thing and placed on top of this thing. In those like, um, Conjuring movies when they do that, when it's like someone steps out of the kitchen,

when they go back all the chairs are in a pile. And that scene. Yes. When the mom comes back into the kitchen and everything is just piled up. Yep.

Murder. The best. Run. Yeah. Running.

Go by. You wish you could run. You have to stay. All right. Let's chew.

The big hairy man. Okay. Love those. This is a love story. Not a ghost story.

About how I love hairy man. Hmm. Hi. Karen, George, Steven and all our favorite furry babies.

I finally decided to write to you after senior requests for scary spooky stories till this day.

My mother still thinks I'm crazy. When I was around. Uh, the age of five, I had a bunk bed. I'm a side sleeper. And if I lay down my right side, I could see my doorway.

Being five, I had the worst.

“Uh, being five, the worst thing in the world would be sleeping in a room with a closed door.”

I had to have my door open. Yeah. For about six months often, I would wake up in the middle of the night. I'm not sure what time, but all the lights would be out and everyone would be sleeping. In my doorway, I would see a figure.

It was a, it was large enough to fill the entire space.

And red eyes, there would be heavy rhythmic breathing. What I would sometimes wonder if it was the sound of my father sleeping across the hall when I, uh, when I would think about this later in life. I would be terrified. I didn't want him to know I was awake, so I'd pretend to be sleeping and casually roll over.

Well, little me thought it was casual. I would eventually fall asleep. I would tell my mother about him and she would dismiss him as a figure in my imagination.

Finally, after one night I said to myself, when he comes back, I'm going to jump off the bed,

kick him between the legs and run across the hall to my parents' room. He never came back. Years later, in grade nine, sub-canada, I was asleep. I was some friends of mine. We were all telling stories named again to talk about the big hairy man.

One of the girls finished describing him. I was forced. She told me to speak to our friend Blake. I saw him in the hall at school that following Monday. All I said to him was big hairy man with glowing red eyes. His eyes started to tear up.

How do you know that? He said, oh, I said, I saw him too. He proceeded to tell me the big hairy man would sit at the end of his bed watching him. He says they spoke, but he doesn't remember what they said. Two years later, summer school, I'm talking to this chick. He would stand at the end of her bed and watch her.

About a year after that, at a party at my friend's house where I was crashing for the night. I was sharing a bed with my friend Peter laying in the dark. I was telling him the story. He said, if you could see me right now, I have tears in my eyes. He used to stand outside my window at night.

Finally, about five years ago, talking to a girl I worked with,

he would stand at the end of her bed too. None of us have any child hit connections. None of us went to the same elementary school and only met in high school or after. None of us could find a connection. Now, when my husband goes away for the weekend with the kids,

all doors are fucking closed, including closets, just in case. After telling my mother all the sightings, the woman still thinks I'm crazy. Stay sexy and close your bedroom door before you sleep tonight, Kelly. Now, that's super creepy.

“Did I ever tell you my story about seeing something weird?”

No. When I was a kid, like, five years old, and I was sleeping in a bunk bed at night, and we had at the end of the bunk bed was a mere closet, like the moving doors kind. And I was laying there, laying at night, everyone was sleeping,

and I saw the closet door open on its own. Like a foot, just like pushed open on its own. And I freaked the fuck out, running in my parents room. And that's it. And you don't know what.

Oh, I swear, I remember it happening. Like, I don't think there was a figment of imagination, because it actually fucking opened. Yes. And you were awake.

I was awake and it opened. That's super creepy. And I had to get all of my fucking courage to run, because I had to run past the closet door. I mean, that, those moments of like, when you are really young,

you running, uh, Kelly, right? Kelly, turning over, turning your back to like basically a monster in the doorway. Like, even those moments of like being brave is low kid are so huge.

Yeah. Your adrenaline's just pumping. It's so, I mean, that's so scary. Okay. We are back.

Revisiting our most legendary disagreement about the Loch Ness monster. How do you feel about it today? And today's money. What's your opinion?

And today's money.

“I think I'm three times more passionate.”

I've invested. I've doubled down. I've tripled down the Loch Ness monster. I believe now more than ever. Even the guy, say, I faked the Loch Ness monster photo.

Karen cannot. She thinks that the Loch Ness monster threatened his life. And said, if you don't fucking prove. The proof that man was clearly in distress.

And clearly he would never said those words.

Had never not been a real Loch Ness monster at his neck. Loch Ness monster was like, snitches, get stitches. And there's your proof. I rest my case, your honor. Well, how do you feel about the Loch Ness monster these days?

I was against it then. Not against it. I'm okay with him being real if he is real. But I can't imagine. I was accusing you of being lazy fair about the Loch Ness monster.

And I want to still aim. But I get off the edge. I love anger or nothing or nothing. I do believe there's probably some crazy ass creatures out there. We don't know about.

“So why can't one of them be in the mess in the Loch Ness?”

Right. Why can't they be underwater? Yeah. Harry, manager, giant man. What's better?

For me, giant. Giant? Although I'm not against Harry in the least. Yeah. It's like the Harry part is really it's.

What's it's like, what is the word? It's really primal. It's really sexy and muddy and dusty.

And it's fine line of too much. And then too many places. I wonder now that we're on the topic. If there's such thing as caveman smut. Because you know, we know there's hockey smut now.

And we know there's like cowboys, gay cowboys, smut, whatever. Is there? Do you think anyone's ever written an erotic book about well. There's clearing cave bear.

“How many times have we talked about the plan of the cave bear at this podcast?”

Like literally at least five. I just seated my own conversation and brought myself back around. I was waiting for you to stop so I could yell. Clean of the cave bear at you. So sorry.

Oh. If anyone doesn't know what that is. It's what all of our moms read in the fucking 70s and 80s.

And then we didn't realize it was basically 50 shades of gray.

But in the cave. Yeah. A lot of loincloth action. Yeah. A lot of thrusting.

Like a lot of loud, hairy thrusting. I remember stealing it. Be like, oh my god. Yes. I used to love stealing my mom's books and pretending I was reading like Judy Bloom or something.

Definitely. Definitely. I know my mom took away the outsiders from my brother when we were a little, which made me want to read it. And we went through her closet and found it.

Yeah. Then you love it. Yeah. Okay.

“Let's get back into more spooky lesson stories.”

Come on. [music playing] [music playing]

A silver 40 caliber handgun was recovered at the scene.

From eye-hard podcasts and best case studios. This is Worshack. Murder at City Hall. I could just have happened in City Hall. Somebody tell me that.

Good for you. July 2003. Councilman James E. Davis arrives at New York City Hall. But they guessed. Both men are carrying concealed weapons.

And in less than 30 minutes. Both of them will be dead. [music playing] And have everybody in the chambers of dogs. A shocking public murder.

A scream. Get down. Get down. Those are shots. Those are shots.

Get down. A charismatic politician.

“You know, he just bent the rules all the time.”

I still have a weapon. And I could shoot you. [music playing] And an outsider with a secret. He alleged he was effective of flat now.

That may have been not have been political. That may have been about six. Listen to Worshack. Murder at City Hall. On the eye-hard radio app.

Apple podcasts. Or wherever you get your podcasts. [music playing] There's two golden rules that any man should live by.

Rule one. Never mess with a country girl.

He plays stupid games. You get stupid prizes. And rule two. Never mess with her friends either. We always say that.

Trust your girlfriends. I'm Anna Sinfield. And in this new season of The Girl Friends. Oh, my God. This is the same man. A group of women discover they've all dated the same prolific con artist.

I felt like I got hit by a truck. I thought how could this happen to me. The cops didn't seem to care. So they take matters into their own hands. I said, oh hell no. I vowed.

I will be his last target. He's going to get what he deserves. [music playing] Listen to The Girl Friends. Trust me, babe. On the eye-hard radio app. Apple podcasts.

Or wherever you get your podcasts. [music playing] Hey, it's Jake Brennan. And on my podcast, Disgraceland. I tell stories from the dark side of the music business.

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Okay, let's see. Sorry, fucked up these pages. Wedding dress ghosts. I can't judge a Stephen Elvis Mimi. I grew up in an old coal house off the railroad in old Minneapolis. This is a perfect start.

I was in a rundown area of the city. It was in a rundown area of the city. As though as though a designer just said rust was their vision. Anyway, the house was haunted. The trouble began when my parents bought the house before I was born.

My mother found a wedding dress in the attic. Originally belonging to the old woman who died in the house. Apparently her husband had left for years before. And she died alone. Oh, no.

And then I just start crying.

And then thanks for the money, isn't that the scariest idea in the world?

Dying alone. Happy Halloween. Mom liked the dress. And since she was going to get married,

“she decided to use this dress to save money.”

Lady Lady. You don't like it? No. The dead lady's attic dress. Well, she didn't want someone else to use it.

She should have burned in the backyard. Like a normal person. You know. Oh, no. You do right after you get married. This dress is actually when she goes to put it on.

It's just all made of moths, interconnected moths, touching each other. They go fly away, then moths on. Maybe she disappears too into moths. Yeah.

But then they're in a moth, a moth, poth, up in the sea. Yeah. And the daughter comes in moths. She goes moth.

Hi, me. Hi, me. From far away in a fan. Okay. To say my parents' marriage was rough.

That would be an understatement. That's because of the dress. They fought a lot. But the energy of the house was a darker variety. When I was young, I would hear someone calling my name.

Ooh. When I investigated no one had called for me. I'd see slithering shadows out of the corner of my eyes. I'd get that all the time. I would.

You might be having a seizure. I'm going to check. I have floaters. There's all kinds of real. Get your eyes checked, everybody.

But when I turned to look, the shadows were gone. My mom noticed this and she was disturbed. But my dad dismissed it as nothing. Allah, the shining, which has spelled the shining. Even my dog would not go upstairs at night.

Cowering, whenever anyone tried to bring him near the room. And preferring to stay outside. That's the craziest part to me. That's so not dog. No.

Yeah, dogs are like, I'm good out here. Yeah. I'm going to kiss Shiver in the yard.

“You should have burned that fucking wedding dress.”

Yeah, it's way safer out in the burning area. Things came to a head when I was taking a bath. No. You mean the skeleton hand that came up through the bubble? No, no, no.

I'll read this is what it actually says. I was alone in the bathroom and I felt someone touched my back. No, no. I was too scared to turn around. Oh, no.

And soon my mother came in and I rushed to her crying. My parents' marriage fell apart. And eventually they divorced and sold the place. Since then, they've become best friends. Oh, no.

I never felt that dark presence again.

And though I've wained in my belief in this supernatural, I still get chills as an adult when thinking back. The dress was lost in a move. Oh, God. It's in a box and someone else's fucking attic now.

This is part two. It's the scariest goodwill in town. The dress was lost in a move. But seeing so many B movies in my life, I'm sure it'll come around.

I'll see you later. I swear I didn't read that ahead. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. Greatfully and sincerely.

Allen. Oh, my God. That's awesome. I mean, he had me at a wedding dress in the attic. Oh, my God.

Totally. That's terrifying. Okay. That's that. The other.

This one. We did. Okay. You ready for ghost uncle gets his way? Uh-oh.

All right. My great uncle Jack died when I was really young.

He was always really kind, but also deviously sarcastic kind of guy.

Because diagnosed with lung cancer and lived for several years with it. Thanks to chemo. As he grew older and weaker, my great aunt Roxanne had a stand-up shower installed in their bathroom. So he wouldn't have to step over the tub with the traditional bath. He hated that shower.

He was in complete denial about being weak and he thought that glass see-through door was ugly and tacky. Hey, fucking man. He constantly asked her if they could go back to the traditional bath. On the day of his funeral, Roxanne was in the bathroom at the sink taking a breather from the reception. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure moving towards the shower.

Just in time, she turned to look at the shower and the glass door breaking exploded. The glass out of nowhere shattered. Yes. Needless to say, she went back to a normal tub after that. That sarcastic hilarious dude got his way from beyond the grave SSDGM Patrick.

Oh my God. I love him like physical things. Yes. That's amazing. Patrick.

That just makes me think after my mom died, I think I told you the story. But our good friend, Ellen Slater, her father was sick. This was like a couple of months after my mom died. And she went to, she had been sick for a while. She went to bed one night and she dreamed that my mom came to her and was like,

"You need to get your shirts together.

“You need to get ready because your dad's going to die."”

And she woke up the next day and he had died.

Yeah. What the fuck? I totally believe in that story. I mean, the night my mom's dad died. So my mom was like, a couple years before I was born.

His name is George. So I'm Georgia. She was in New York visiting her sister and they were all out. My family's from LA.

And out of the window, like third story window, my mom hears her dad yell her name.

Janet. She rushes to the window, opens it up. Nobody's out there that night at that moment he died. Oh. And bed, it's asleep at home.

Yeah. I totally believe in those. Yeah. Those are real. Like the way she tells it to me, you know, I 100% believe her.

I love it. Well, yeah, I mean, that was a real experience. Yeah.

“So I think like when you're on this planet, you have connections with people and”

you're and you leave like there's whatever it is, a burst of it, whatever it is. There's some, you know, electric. There's like electricity in the air. It's like radio waves, but there's the way it's the ghost wave. It's people, people radio.

People radio plus AM. Oh, not AM frequency. Coming at you ready for Victorian ghost woman? Always. Hey, they're Karen Georgia, Steven and Katz.

My mom and I moved into a new apartment that was built in the late 1800s. So it is a lot, lots of history to it. Well, after a long days of moving, my mom fell asleep on the chase. Oh, well. The chase.

Oh, blue bloods. You know, some blue bloods. The chase. She woke up to fingernails scratching on the arm of the chair. She woke up and saw a woman.

And saw a woman in white looking at her. The woman then slowly walked down the hallway and disappeared.

For as long as we live there, I felt strange about that house as if somebody was always watching.

The lady never bothered us or seen again. However, the people who lived there after us have told stories that there was a ghost that would not leave them alone. I found out this story years later and that creepy feeling now makes sense. Thanks for the awesome podcast. Stay sexy.

Don't get murdered. Don't have bomb art of moving to a place. And just be like, you can let yell at your neighbors for having fucking whatever TV show they're watching on too loud.

“The Americans, like, can you please turn that lower?”

Please, or like, fucking, what is it? What's the one? Yeah. The Lord of the Ring? Yeah.

Turn that lower. It's like, stop haunting me. You can't do that. I know. In all those like ghost haunting stories that I love that are on TV.

It's the people move into a house that they just, like, spent all their money right. And then they're stuck in this house where crazy should's happening, but they're all like, no, we have to be in denial. Yeah. Because we don't have the money to leave. Do you remember a couple years ago, there was that story about a family who moved into some house.

It might have been upstate New York or something. I don't fucking know that details. And they started receiving letters from someone threatening them. Threatening their children by name and saying specifically things about their children. And their family that they did like their routine.

They knew everything about that. And they were sending them to threatening letters, like, move the fuck out. I will kill you all. And they moved the fuck out. They didn't find out who was.

No. I mean, maybe they have at this point someone let us know. But like, oh my God. It was like, I was just like, my brother would ghost 100%. Yes.

It was just some creeper'soid who like probably grew up there or whatever. Lived in the walls. Or just some fucking neighbor who was like, God, they listened to the American so loud. Yeah. Exactly.

That's that weird thing of like some crazy person that lives near you. And there's the slightest, you know, they're like, we brought you a pie. And you're like, I'm sorry. I don't eat pie. And then the letter writing campaign starts.

Luckily, the murderina who lives two doors down is really fucking cool. And she has the cutest dog ever seen in my life. Oh, good thing. Yeah. Thank God.

That's very lucky. Because if she had just been cool, it'd been fine. But one thing with the dog is cute. So that's cool. So I want to wait for my turn.

Ready for a sappy ghost story, Karen? Yes.

“I was called, hey, y'all, how about a sappy ghost story?”

I was born with a family of funeral directors who operate three funeral homes in rural Tennessee. Fuck yes.

So death has always been part of my life.

We had at least three Christmases and my eighth birthday party at the funeral home because they were too busy to leave. My dad and brother have talked about times they felt a spirit with them or was in the funeral home. But I never experienced it myself until 2007. In early 2007, my grandpa and my Yorkie dog passed away. That August, I moved to Knoxville for college and was having a rough time emotionally.

Losing my grandpa and dog, moving away, starting college, cluster fuck of emotions. My then boyfriend, let's call him Jack, lived in an off-campus apartment and his sister lived nearby with her little dog Peyton. One day I was napping in Jack's room while he was in the shower.

I was laying on my left side with my back to the door and I felt a little dog jump on the bed.

“I figured his sister had stopped by with Peyton.”

The dog walked around on the bed, it put its paws on my right side just for a bit, then laid down on the foot of the bed. Seconds later, I felt someone sit down on the other side of the bed. Figuring it was Jack at a shower, I didn't even bother opening my eyes or rolling over. He patted my right shoulder twice, just gave it just a slight squeeze and then the weight of him and the dog on the bed was gone. A few minutes later, Jack came in and woke me up.

I asked him why a sister had left Peyton here and he said no one had been in the apartment and the dog wasn't there. I didn't believe him, so I got up and went to the living room. No dog and the inside deadbolt chain lock was still locked. So no one had been in the apartment. Walking back to the bedroom, I smelled juicy fruit gum.

Jack didn't shoe that gum and neither did I, but my grandpa had.

He kept an open pack and his overalls so you always smelled it when he was around.

After realizing this, I immediately started sobbing. I knew it had to have been my grandpa with my dog letting me know they were okay and I would be too. Thanks so much for this amazing podcast, and I can't wait to see all of Nashville SSDGM, Megan. Oh my god, I love this. We're also fragile.

“Do you ever get, when, when we're away and hotels and stuff and you're like falling asleep at night, do you feel your dog shump on the bed?”

I feel like had to jump on the bed all the time. Do you? That's Larry. It's just like the Phantom Buzz in your leg. I don't get that, but I miss it. Because Frank, my dog Frank, the second I get home and lay down to watch TV or whatever.

He comes up and either slides all the way up and lays in front of me or goes into the the bend of my legs and lays there. He's like has to be directly pressed up against me. Baby. It's the cutest. And George goes into a little weird circle, like far away and then goes,

and she's all mad.

She's mad that I left. She's mad I came back. She's just always mad I came in.

Oh. Okay. She was gonna mad that you came in. You're here.

“So this is from a Reddit thread. I found out about this because a Reddit thread got posted on Twitter.”

And so a bunch of murdering us, let us know that this person was writing in and they were trying to get heard. But of course, our Gmail is a chalkful and no one had read this email. So we got the heads up and we went and found it. And actually, I began to email with this person and had a good conversation with them. And so they sent this email.

And before I get started, I just want to give a trigger warning. This is a very intense letter. So people, if you're sensitive to sexual assault stories, you're not going to want to listen to this. A few months ago, a coworker turned me towards the MFM podcast because a story was told about me. Spoiler alert, I wasn't murdered.

For reference, it was episode 92 in October of 2017. I actually wrote two months before and indicated that I didn't want anything more published that I just wanted to set the record straight. But I've had a few months to sit on this and some time to bounce it off my therapist. And I've decided that I do want to tell my story. It was so crazy to hear my worst nightmare told on a podcast.

It felt like a violation. So much of this has felt like something that happened to me and I want to control this part of the narrative. I want my real story told by me with my consent. On January 8th, 2017, I was working as a medical legal investigator and forensic autopsy tech. I was working as a swing shift alone.

The building we were in at the time was old and decrepit. The building was not connected to any hospital, though it did house the county morgue. The upstairs part of the building was primarily offices and the basement was the autopsy suite and body cooler. That night, the region was experiencing widespread flooding due to rain melting the snow pack. Law enforcement resources were stretched in and the old building was leaking and threatening to flood.

The county had made press releases that county facilities would be closed the next day. In addition to seeing investigations, part of my duties were to process cases for autopsy the next morning. Traditionally, I would do all of my writing and follow up from my cubicle upstairs and save the hands-on processing until the very end of my shift. I would rather process three bodies in a row all at once versus go downstairs three times during my shift. Even after years of working with the deceased, the downstairs creeped me out.

While I was upstairs writing a report, my computer keyboard malfunctioned.

I spent some time fiddling with it, but ultimately decided to go downstairs to an abandoned office, turned storage room to get a replacement.

I was in the office storage room with my back to the door. When I turned around, there was a man leaning on the door frame. He was wearing a scary clown mask. He was calm and cocky, and he told me, "You're early."

He knew my routine. I was kind of frozen for a second.

He rushed toward me and I swung the keyboard at him like a baseball bat. To this day, I can see some of the keys flying off in slow motion. He pushed me against a bouquet's hard. My vision went white.

“I think my bell got wrong pretty good because there's a couple seconds I can't account for.”

He had my right hand pinned up near my head. He grabbed it, my skirt, and ripped it. I thought he was trying to pull off my lanyard that had a key card and physical keys to the building. I tried to hit him, but I couldn't get any leverage. He was so close to me. Nothing I did got any response until I tried to pull the mask off. That's when he pulled the knife. He rubbed the knife over my face.

He cut my cheek and showed me my blood on the blade. He called me a whore. He told me to undress, and when I refused, he put the knife under my collarbone, right at the subclavion artery, and told me he would paint the wall's red. He raped me. When I yelled and begged him to stop, he laughed and asked who was supposed to hear me scream. He stopped and told me to get all my knees.

For the first time he didn't have the knife to my chest or throat. I didn't think about it. I grabbed the knife by the blade and ran. Running up the stairs, I kept feeling something weird on the handrail. It turns out it wasn't the handrail that was weird. It was my hand. I started to run outside, but realized I didn't know where he was.

Our old building was like a maze. I started to go to my desk, but stopped and hit under another investigators desk. I couldn't find my cell phone, and I called 911 from the desk phone.

“It took a couple of tries, having to remember to dial 99 before dialing out.”

I vividly remember hiding under the desk trying to whisper to the dispatcher and watching the blood run down my fingers and pull on the ground. Our building was supposed to be secure, and the responding police officers had no way to gain entry. I had to leave the desk and walk through two doors and a hallway to let them in. The whole time I was expecting him to pop out, but he didn't. It took law enforcement a while to clear the building.

They didn't have keys were unfamiliar with the maze like layout and had to search every body bag. The man in the clown mask wasn't found. I was released from the ER several hours later. My supervisor drove me home, but we first had to go back to the building to collect my wallet and keys. It was dreamlike.

“Seeing the red and blue lights illuminate the area.”

Officers and deputies patrolling in pairs in the pouring rain reminded me of a scene from a movie. After the scene was processed, my coworkers cleaned my blood from the office, stairs, desk, doors, and wall. An email went out to the majority of the staff telling them not to report until 0800 hours. One of my coworkers, who are also my partners and best friends, went downstairs to prepare everything for autopsy. They found evidence that he had been waiting for me in the autopsy suite.

I arranged on the back of an evidence cart. Next to an exam table were long strips of red duct tape.

Two long pieces, two shorter pieces. The red duct tape was dog-yared, which is never done with evidence.

As it was described to me, they were ready for someone at the floor level to be able to easily grab, ready to go. If I had been going down to process bodies and my usual routine, I would have walked backwards, pulling a gurney to that exact spot. No arrest has ever been made. The only DNA that was recovered from my clothing wound up belonging to my infant son, from where I had held him before going to work. The investigation of my case was transferred from one jurisdiction to another as the attack happened in a county building.

This resulted in twice as many law enforcement officers being involved in various ways. The detective's investigating my case forgot to flag it as confidential, resulting in an unknown number of deputies reading details of my case. One deputy shared details of my case on a hook-up act. One high-ranking officer, one high-ranking officer shared the details with their family, and that is how it came to you in the first place. That night turned my world upside down. I moved, changed cars, my kids changed schools, and I ultimately resigned.

The new facility that we moved into a month later is state-of-the-art, with cameras alarms and ballistic glass, but I was never again comfortable being alone in the mortgage night.

I will always have to live with a knowledge that someone very smart, collected, and comfortable in a mortgage is still out there. We know that he had been in the building at least twice before and likely once after. I don't know what exactly he had planned, but I'm thankful for a random faulty keyboard space bar.

I wanted to write to you because I think sometimes the person part of your story gets overlooked.

“I found and reached out to the person who initially shared my story, but I think I freaked them out.”

Perhaps they were concerned that I was the perpetrator. Oops. If you have any questions about details or you need clarification, I'm happy to unscramble this. Thank you for your time. So, wow.

So we told a story that was third hand and not the person's story to tell.

I don't think that the person who wrote in had malicious intent, but I think this is a very good lesson for all of us.

“When we think about what we're doing and how we're talking and who we're talking about.”

So our apologies to you who had to hear her story on a podcast. That's the last thing that we want to happen and that's just that's not what we're trying to do and it's not what it's about. And we should have thought it through and we're going to try our best to keep aware of this and to keep you in mind. So that we avoid mistakes like this in the future. And so Georgia and I have decided that we're going to donate $10,000 to the rape abuse and incess national networked rain.

And we thank you for your understanding and for writing in and communicating with me and letting us retell your story the way you wanted it told. Okay, we are back in the 2020 6th. Yeah, that the whole experience with the woman hearing her own story on our podcast with someone else telling it, sending it in and telling it incorrectly, was really one of like, I don't know, one of the most, of course, humbling but also like, really self-assessing moments on this podcast for me because it was like we're just reading stuff and trying to get like quote unquote trying to get our work done.

And this as a possibility, of course, just never would have entered my mind.

And now I mean, it felt so awful and I think that it didn't enter our mind and then it did and it hasn't left, you know, like when we touring go to the cities, we do stories based in whatever city we're in or state we're in and you're always like when it's a recent case, I was like, what if that person's like best friend or cousin or something is in the audience, you know, how that I want them to react to this. Yes, you can't help it, but you want to make sure you're doing it in a way that doesn't feel gross. Yeah, and it was really I remember emailing with this person and they were incredibly fair and incredibly just straightforward about like not really being sure how they feel not liking it.

Like, and I basically said, we can do any version of what you would like to do, we can take the entire thing down, we can take, you know, blah, blah, blah, whatever. And so what it ended up being and what you hear in this episode is what they asked to do, which is essentially it replaced the incorrect one with the correct one, which is their own story.

“I think that was incredibly generous of them to allow us to do that and allow us to make that change on the show. Yeah, I felt very, very lucky that that's what their decision was and that they shared that story with us, definitely.”

Okay, now we're going to go back and finish up this last batch of haunted home towns. This is called "Stab by a Ghost" by Lacey. Whoa. Dear Karen, George Stephen and respective pets. I'm a longtime listener, first time caller, as all my hometown members have been covered by already, but I saw Stephen's problem somewhere fucked up. But I saw Stephen was looking for some spooky cookie. Oh honey, experience is for a minute, so now that I've heard my hat in the ring. I'm sweet. I was taking a sit and now I cook when she's been spooky cookie. That almost came on my nose. I saw, oh, but then she goes on to say, no, make a step out of this summer. I was stabbed by a fucking ghost. Why? I have a ridiculous that sounds, but hear me out.

I worked for my family's bed and breakfast this summer. My family had been divided on whether the house is haunted or not, and until I started working there, I was firmly on the not haunted camp. I had stayed there as a guest from time to time, but I had never spent more than a few days in the house. Once I started working there, I experienced little things that I would chuck up to natural phenomena. Like my bedroom door swinging open or shuttle or all the window blinds flying up mid-pist. That's terrifying. Can you imagine? You're just, and that's horror, and you have to finish.

Something something mid-pist okay, being a skeptic, I totally wrote all of this off and tell it was the only one on duty one night, which you can't write it off, because I'm not going to be like, oh yeah, well, let me let me really show you.

“Yeah, I was working on preparing some banana bread, and a savory bread pudding for the next morning's breakfast. Okay.”

Yeah, I placed the bread in the oven, assembled the pudding to soak overnight, and had thoroughly clean the kitchen. I went to the back laundry room to work on turning a few loads of laundry while the bread baked in the oven. About 30 minutes into baking, I went to the kitchen to check on the bread. I went to slip my hands into the oven mitt, and was promptly greeted by a fucking pairing nice stabbing me in between my ring finger and middle finger.

Whoa, I removed the knife and found the first aid kit.

I went to go curse out my mother for leaving a knife in the oven mitt when my blood ran cold, and I remembered that I was the only one in the house. Being a skeptic, I used to be, I tried to find rational explanation for why a pairing knife would be blade up inside an oven mint, and then it says hint. There's no rational explanation. It was not a knife I had used in the breakfast prep, and it was usually kept in a drawer along with the other pairing knives. I racked my brain for hours, trying to wonder if I had truly put the knife in the mint in some sort of "oh, remember why this is here later?"

But then I finally came to the conclusion that the ghost was real, and probably mad at him, or for me, for talking shit at him all summer. I apologized out loud to the ghost, and went to the doctor once someone else came home. Now, I've just got a fun little scar to remind me of why ghosts are real, and you shouldn't call them imaginary SOBs. Lots of love Lacey. Oh, then she said, "I would held the name of the B&B because I didn't want you to say it on air, but if you're curious, I will right back, would love to have you guys come visit.

It's got lots of ghosts and antique furniture." Oh, well, we're there.

That's everything I need. Yeah, because I was thinking, I was thinking, "Oh, well, if you keep obviously, if you keep your oven mitt in the same drawer as those knives."

“Right, but she wouldn't be scared of that, where the truth is she would have already checked.”

And I'll see if you would feel it, right? Yeah, she just used the oven mesh. They were out, it sounds like. Now, I'm on a fucking ghost cut to you. Move. Please. It's so crazy when ghosts can move shit around, which is why I don't think it's real. I mean, look. Listen. Are you ready? Okay, go ahead.

What? Look, I think ghosts don't haunt me because I'm like, "Oh, cool." I'm like, "Great, that's funny." Yeah, I wonder if it is locational situation or about the people. I just don't think it's what we think it is enough that any of that would be true or matter. Yeah. Like, I just don't think it's like a person who's dead being like, "I'm going to make this girl freak out when she's pinging."

Anyway, I'm going to stab her in between her finger. Right. But then, I think that's also having better person who has a ghost story.

“The frustration where you're like, "Well, this is the thing that happened.”

Maybe in and out of itself, it isn't insane." Or like, you can't explain it. But that's not the explanation I'm telling you because I was there. And it doesn't make you feel any better about you experiencing that thing. Yeah, someone being like, "Yeah, well that didn't happen." You know, like, people anytime I tell my ghost story, they're like, "You had sleep paralysis."

Yeah, it's like, "No, because I've had sleep paralysis." And I know the difference. I know what that feels like. Why do they need to do that? Because I do that too. They want to solve it.

I don't even want other experiences I've actually had. I've been like, "Well, I had an active imagination or whatever the fuck works for me." What can I just be like, "That was fun." Right. Or it's uncomfortable to leave it with anything possible.

Weird world. Is there a man in the crawl space? Or is it just a ghost? Hi, George, Karen, Steven, Elvis, Mimi, Doddy, Frank and George. I will be at your Fort Lauderdale show on the 5th, November 5th.

I cannot wait to see you guys. So my ghost story haunting comes from my hometown of Hamilton, New Jersey. Yes, that's the same place of the Megan Conco murder. Side note. I hope it pronounced for last name. Side note. I went to the same elementary schools. Her a few years after this happened.

So, Sam, the elementary school was very big on Stranger Danger lessons. They tore that assholes to house down and made it into a park called Megan's place. So the family didn't have to keep being reminded with that house. And our school used to take is there once a year to remind us of the true dangers of going with people we don't know. And that's the Megan's law murder, where Megan's law came into play.

Yeah, or started anyway.

Anyway, I was about 10 years old when my dad finally moved this out of an apartment into a house.

The family that lived there before us was an older couple who built the house. When the wife died of old age, parentheses might I add she died in the house.

I remember the first time I walked into this house in the weird feeling I got. I chalked it up to all the old people's furniture being in the house and the wife's sewing room being untouched since she had died. Her sewing room became my bedroom once I moved in.

“No, weird things started happening as soon as we moved such as things being misplaced that no one could remember moving.”

Weird noises that my dad would explain by saying, the house is settling and you're just freaking yourself out. Oh, this is just screaming and you're just freaking out. Why don't you like screaming? You're a child.

This is screaming in pain. It's perfectly normal. You wouldn't know we always live in apartments.

That's right. You don't understand that houses have feelings like people and skin. Oh, me pain. I fell off feeling. Okay, so fast forward a year later. My first night all alone in the house. Oh, I was using the computer and my dad's room chatting with friends on aim.

Oh, yay. When I heard footsteps walk by the doorway right under the staircase. I ignored it as I thought it was the quote house settling and kept chatting away. Shortly after the first pair of footsteps, I heard multiple pairs of footsteps running paired with giggling. Now giggling, please.

Home alone giggling. Being the idiot child I was, I decided it was okay for me to go investigate. As soon as my feet hit the floor, all sounds stopped. Oh, that's creepy. I feared it was my imagination and went back upstairs to carry the on-eye aiming my friends. Once I got upstairs, the footsteps and the giggling started again.

Oh, my God.

This time I figured it was my dad playing a prank on me since he did this often.

I ran back downstairs yelling, this isn't funny. I looked out the window and when I saw his truck wasn't there, that's when I really started to panic. Oh, my God. I grabbed the landline and ran into my bedroom and locked the door. That's when I heard heavy footsteps banging up the basement steps and the sound of someone banging on the basement door.

No. My dad kept it locked since he was convinced someone was going to break in through the basement. Yeah, they are. I climbed under my bed and started calling my sisters for them to come get me. As soon as there was a break in the banging, I bolted out of my house and down the street.

About five minutes later, my sister's boyfriend picked me up and he had me wait in the cars. He checked the house to make sure no one was in there. No one was. He decided to take me home with him until my dad was able to come and get me. I don't like that either.

Since that day, my dad made a joke about having a man living in the crawl space in his room.

Anything, anytime anything, where it happens, the man in the crawl space is at fault for it.

Like when my dad eats all the ice cream sandwiches and doesn't remember doing it. Thank you for reading my haunting slash ghost story, Allison. Oh, that was so scary. Giggling. Yeah, nobody wants giggling.

You don't like you don't think about it until like being by yourself and hearing giggling.

“Did I ever tell you that time that I was by myself in my house?”

This was before I got George so I didn't have dogs. And I was sitting there trying to, I was trying to finish some writing. And so was dead silent in the house and had been for like an hour. Yeah. And I heard directly next to my ear as zippers zipped up.

What? And I fucking oh, no, sorry. I had gotten George because I grabbed her leash and was like come with me. And we just walked out the door. I went to the dog park and then I called my friend Rob.

Because I was just like, this is, you're the only person I can tell us. You had sounds so weird. But I just zipped her. I heard something. It was just, it wasn't in the distance.

It was like someone zipped their coat next to me. That's so creepy. And it was very clear. It wasn't like, this, this sounded like a zipper. It was a zippers zipping.

Like a bundle of plastic zippers on a 70-skay jacket. Yeah. Like that really felt like a serial killer's way. Like a camper. Oh my god.

You know fucking Ted Bunny has some sweet ass fucking 70s jacket. He probably on his 70s jacket left the ski lift hat. That was what to do because he was like, yeah. I went skiing over the winter break. Yeah.

I was up at Snowbird.

“How much money would one of those tags that says Ted Bunny's name on it go for?”

Oh, I would say in the 500,000 dollars. Uh-huh. In this day and age. Mm-hmm. Well, these people who live serial killers are weirdos.

Oh my god. These people live. What kind of monsters? Okay. Uh-huh.

Let's see. Okay. Yeah, there's something about being home alone. And I don't know how you do it. Like, I don't know.

Like having a house where there's multiple rooms. Like I took to turn all the lights on when I'm alone. Yeah. But I swear, the dogs saw everything because I hear everything. George hears everything.

Yeah. She knows when people are walking up the street from half a block away and starts barking. So that's like, if anything, if anything, it's just like a nice warning call. I can say if any zipper people come in, George is gone.

Go into it regularly. She didn't on that one though. She was like, what? What are we leaving? I'm supposed to be scared of this.

You do this all the time. Okay. Okay. Here we go. Grandpa's haunting me and that's okay.

Hi, Karen. George is Steven. Katzendogs. I've been listening to MFM for a while now. It's brought a change to my life.

I could have never expected.

Thanks for helping my socially awkward self make new friends and gain some confidence to myself. Okay. That's what we're talking about. Brittany. Tell ya.

Okay. All right. When I was three years old, my grandpa died. He had been at an accident at work and lived in a vegetative state for quite some time. Oh, no.

When I was born, that's where he was. Oh, God, that family. That's tough. It was an incredibly tough time for my family. But most of us made it out okay.

A couple years later, I was at my grandma's house. A split level with the recroom downstairs and the kitchen right above it. While my grandma was in the kitchen. She could hear me carrying on a conversation through the vents. I love this.

I know. When I came up for a snack, she asked me what I was doing down there. Talking to the man I replied, "My grandma asked me to describe what he looked like. But may have regretted that decision. As I described, my deceased grandfather to a tea."

Oh, I of course thought nothing of it and went about my child business. Oh, with your child briefcase. Yes.

I have no memory of this, but I also don't have memories from before first grade.

Fair enough. A few things happened as I was growing up, but nothing too notable. A couple of things moved or fell, but it wasn't anything I was afraid of. I was afraid of. Fast forward to having my first live in boyfriend.

He would wake up with scratches every now and then and made me nervous.

“I remember my aunt having a picture of her and her prom date on her dresser.”

And his face was scratched out on the glass and on the picture. Whoa. It was weird. One morning, I remember waking up to just one of my hanging plants swaying, but not the other. Oh, I hate that.

That's the worst. Don't worry about it. That's just a wind in here. Oh, shit. There wasn't air circulation there as the wind was closed and the heater was off. So it didn't make any sense. So I decided to try to make some contact.

I grabbed a voice recorder and started asking questions. Okay, wait, here we go. Though these questions, I threw these questions. I learned I was my grandpa and he didn't like my boyfriend. He was right.

We aren't together anymore. And that was it. Those were the only two questions that were answered. Holy shit. I felt less scared afterwards and I didn't have anything of note.

And I didn't have anything of note after happened after that. I do remember the night I went into labor with my child. I fell in an overwhelming sense of love and protection. I hadn't even gone into labor, but I felt like he was there and he knew. A couple of small things have happened since then, but they're not as exciting.

But that's my ghost story and I'm happy I was able to share with everyone. Thank you for all you do. And you don't have to fuck politeness if the ghost is your grandpa. Who really just wants to love SSDG. I'm Brittany.

Yeah. I love how he like physically scratched up her boyfriend. Yeah. And the ants photo. It's almost like, I can't really tell you anything.

I can't. If I tell you, I don't like your boyfriend.

“You're just going to love him more because that's how it always works.”

Right. But instead, I'm going to like horror movie creep you out about your boyfriend. I'm going to make the way from break up with you. Yes. By scaring that ever loving shit out of him.

Oh, it's so good. Great. Okay. Give me a sign. Grandpa.

I just scratch his up the face of it. It's just like crazy white eyes. Yeah. It's a child. But he's like, I don't like your dog.

Yeah. Scratches up your grandpa. You don't get to choose my life. Grandpa, you have all the you're so finicky. Okay.

Ghost and scary human in silver like cafe theater. Dear team hard kill and precious sweet kind gentle Steven. Steven. That's not why you're putting me. This is ridiculous, Steven.

I want to first let Karen know that I am from Sacramento. And I love every time she shits on Sacramento because it truly is the armpit of California. And Baker's field is the bundle. Come on everybody.

There was someone that just wrote on Twitter.

“They wrote something like, why won't you come to Sacramento?”

It's like, I have explicitly stated how I feel. That's going to Orange County and despite me having fucking panic attacks there was an active god. Yeah.

And then having that amazing show.

Oh my god. The best show. Yeah, my time show was incredible. Oh, it's so fun. Okay.

Anyhow. Yes. So we're not going to Sacramento. Anyway, but we absolutely should. I know.

Oh, we should play the fairgrounds. Oh, we should play the fairgrounds. Like the state fair. Yeah. We could do a live show in the How bout Arden Shopping Center and just like clear

some park cars. I don't know what that is. I want to do a safe fair. I want to. I want to I want to be between the pie eating contest.

No, I don't know. Is there.

There's definitely a pig eating contest.

It's like, if you can eat a live pig, you've been a ribbon. Right. Yeah. You're waiting pig. When you're waiting pig, if you can eat your waiting pig.

You know, it's like, well, I don't really want that anymore. Oh, wait. This is my favorite thing. Georgia texted me at like four in the morning. People you up.

Because you texted me. I woke up at four. Of course. And I looked at my phone and you just texted the coffee. It was a mistake.

Yeah. At like midnight. And then I was like, you know what? Last time I told you I was up on that. You were like, text me.

I'm up. Yes. It takes you four. Yeah.

“I think I woke up like a half an hour later.”

And it was so exciting because I just.

There's, you're never lonely.

Or then when you're up on the middle of the night by yourself. And it was like, I had a message waiting where you're like, hey, you up. What's going on? But the big thing that I was, I said, I'm just laying here listening to the big people. Yes.

Book. Which everyone needs to fucking download immediately because I fall asleep to it at night. Even though it's like the best book ever. What's the title? It's called no stone unturned.

It's about necrous search. I think I talked about it way in the beginning of the podcast. But it's necrous search, who is that really awesome. Organization that finds clandestine graves. There's all these different kinds of people in it who are sciency and otherwise.

And they're called the experts and they're called the pig people because they started bearing pigs to see how decomposition worked and how it made graves look and how you could see how a body was buried based on the foliage and based on the bugs and the composition. So I listened to that to fall asleep and I'm like, why isn't this working?

It's so crazy. It's so relaxing. I'm not. I'm dreaming of pigs. No stone unturned.

Listen to what it's best. Okay. Go. Sorry. No, no, no.

Okay. It's sacrament. Plenty of shitting on sacrament. Then anyways, this is my guest story.

“The day after I graduated from college, I moved from Northern California straight to Los Angeles.”

Scary enough in and of itself. My boyfriend and I literally walked the graduation stage in a few hours later, jumped into our view hall truck for the six hour drive. I love that. I love it.

I did that. It took about a couple days after I graduated. My mom and I were like, bye orange county forever. There's nothing I love more than if something ended. You just fucked it up.

There's no car. There's no reason to hang out and like visit. It's just kind of like, and on to the next one. Yeah. Let's start.

Okay.

I was star-eyed as I exited on vine street and thought how amazing the city looked.

It does from that weird little hill. I found a job quickly as a barista in a small theater cafe in hipster, Silver Lake. I thought it was a very cool gig. The customers were semi-famous comedians and people I recognized on TV. I mean, there's nothing better.

The cafe also hosted fun improv and comedy shows in their small black box theater. The lyric. It's the lyric. Oh. Okay.

You might like to tell Ben on guessing what place this is. Yes. It's the lyric. Kurt Bronoller, our friend used to go in there all the time. The lyric, Hyperion?

Yes. Yes. It's okay. Sorry. Okay.

Perfect. We figured it out. The afternames and night shows were fun and lively. However, I felt a sense of dread as all the customers and audience members left. One by one and an aura of evil lurking the cafe at night.

That place is fucking absolutely haunted. You really? I know it. I've been in there. I've been in the thought in the background. It's terrifying.

“So, well, she's going to... Why don't I even talking during this?”

I don't know. No, you're fine. I mean, weird shit. No, you're fine. Okay.

Now, you believe I accepted to close the cafe by myself every night. Mm-hmm. Now, you believe. It's just one word for it. That meant a five-foot 90-pound female with severe anxiety.

It's close the cafe 11. Oh, honey. Don't do it. I need this job. You know, she said yes, too, because then she's like, "I don't have to talk to anyone."

Yes. Well, like, close. I'll just sweep. It'll be lovely to be alone. Well, I was responsible for cleaning and locking up the cafe and theater.

Which would take about 45 minutes. The cafe was extremely quiet as I mopped the floors. And suddenly, I heard a roar of happy cheers, whistles, and laughter that lasted approximately three seconds coming from the audience of the theater room.

What? Uh-huh. I dropped them up and peat into the control room upstairs to see if there was still a show going on. I looked out of the window from the booth. No.

And saw a dim red light emitting from the back, the from the small black box theater, and a lone chair in the middle of the stage. No. I felt like a sinister being was watching up at me. Wait, from down on the stage.

And I quickly locked up without cleaning the rest of the cafe. A few days later, my coworker, who had the morning shift, texted me and confronted me

Then he sent me a picture of the three pepper shakers lined up neatly on the floor

in the middle of the cafe.

“That was impossible since I would never have moved there, but it was on the floor.”

That's just weird. I thought he was pranking me. One time I had to cover the same coworker's morning shift, even though I was scheduled to close that previous night. As I was closing for the night, I made sure the salt and pepper shakers were in the same exact spot

on the kitchen table. The next day I opened the cafe. No. No. And the pepper shakers were moved neatly aligned on the floor again.

In the front of the cafe, even though I had made sure to place them properly that I before. It freaked me out so much that I just sat on the outside patio. Wait waiting for the morning rush customers to come in. Last and scariest event that led me to quitting the job happened when I was closing the cafe again. I had taken a trash out by using the back entrance, but it not locked up.

Locked up the door since it was one of the last things to do when closing. I continued to clean and count the till.

When I looked up and saw a skinny and tall homeless man pressed his face into the glass of the entrance door.

His eyes were round and dark and his squished face on the glass had this obtuse and evil smile. He then darted away as I remembered. I didn't lock the back door. I quickly rushed to close the back gate and saw a tall dark figure rushing towards me through the gate screen. I then slammed the door and locked it because of the front of the cafe.

As with the front of the cafe had these huge glass panes as walls. I turned off all the lights in the cafe so that he could not see me and quickly hit in the corner of the store. This was already scary enough as I knew ghosts are probably haunting the theater too. No. I called my boyfriend to come pick me up a 30 minute drive.

No. And I quit the job. Fuck. It's been three years since I moved and I have a better job. I know the higher standards when finding jobs in Los Angeles.

One makes sure it has a parking lot and two have co-workers close with you. Oh my god. Your tiny murder Reno Tracy. Oh my god. I am going into Lerick Hyperion tomorrow and asking for ghost stories.

Yes. Oh my god. That's so scary. It's so scary.

“And that idea that you have to race the guy to the back door is fucked.”

One more year or 20 and you thought you were fucking invincible. You could close late night alone and leave the door open and I'm going to be fine. Well you're just kind of like us. It's fine. Yeah, living my life.

Yeah. Oh my god. Tracy, that was a really good story. Tracy, that was great. I think we should end on that one.

Yeah. Steven, these were awesome. Good job. Steven. Those were really fun.

Yeah. They were so fun. Oh my god. I love getting scared. Like a side podcast of this.

We could just keep doing our hometowns as this for a little while. I know. Well. Yeah. Yeah.

Yes. Yes. For sure. I love them. Listen.

Here's what we're going to say.

Send in your hometowns. If you have spooky scary stuff like that. We want to hear it. Okay. I feel like not even just spooky scary but like thrilling weird shit.

Yes. You know what I mean? Racing a guy to the door is great. That's great. Yeah.

I mean mirror misses. Come on. Right.

“And also the thing of like, and then after that she knew, like, yeah, you have to.”

You can't just let somebody schedule you because they're cheap at the place and they only want to pay one person. Yeah. Like no dude. It's two people or like I can't close at night. The song pepper shaker thing is the scariest thing to me.

That's not. Because like, if he hadn't said anything to her about it, she wouldn't have done that was going on. That's scary. It was just like in a weird position and moved and like not supposed to be where it is. And it's just like inconspicuously placed.

That's fucking terrifying. It's so scary. And we're back. So this episode was originally titled The Halloween Special. But if we were naming it today, based on the episode, maybe we would call it my two

classes. That would be a perfect one or cat on prosack would touch a piece. Tip of the hat to old Mimi or will name it podcast when Georgia talked about us coming together and having this baby. Let me name podcast. Oh my god.

All right. Well, thanks for listening guys. We appreciate it. And let's go back to 2017 to say goodbye. Oh.

Well, that was thrilling and scary and exciting. Happy Halloween, everybody. Safe and sane. You know, Vincent, I are going to be Simon and Garfunkel. You told me that, but then I thought you had a different one.

No, we're going to be Simon and Garfunkel.

From that 70's one. It's so good. Yeah, thanks. Thanks guys.

We, you guys are the best guys.

Yes. So fun.

“And thank you for everybody who sent those scary stories in.”

And I mean, there's a lot of writing taking place. You guys really, you laid it all out for us. Thank you so much. Thank you. I don't get murdered.

Bye. Elvis, you want a cookie? Elvis? Elvis? Daddy?

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