May 19, 2025 • 24 mins
This week’s hometowns include a mom destroying “evidence” and a hero Siamese cat named Rutherford.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, can welcome to my favorite murder the minuisodes.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
They're so tiny.
Speaker 3 (00:24):
There are emails.
Speaker 2 (00:24):
Go first, okay, I demanded.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
The subject line of this email is the one where
mom destroys the evidence. Okay, intense, and then it does
us high. Hi, Hi, longtime listener, and thought you'd like
to hear about the time my mom tried to destroy
crime scene evidence. This all happened about fifteen years ago.
At the height of my career in the restaurant industry.
It was not uncommon to get out of work around
midnight and go hit the town with my buddies until
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we stumbled back home around three, four, sometimes five in
the morning.
Speaker 3 (00:54):
Oh yeah, how.
Speaker 2 (00:56):
Late would you stay out? Well, probably three because everything
this is a two here in California, So you'd go
out till they close at one thirty or two, and
then you'd go get pancakes. Yeah, and then you'd get
home on a Tuesday three in the morning, having to
get up at seven to work. Yeah, it's great. Yeah,
how did I do that? I don't know. White drugs,
nosti Gus's just nevered. Never, it was just youth. It
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was youth, right, you had the drive to earn a
living youth and whiskey. Okay.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
On one of these mornings, I get shaken awake by
my mom at seven am. She has a panic look
on her face, and she keeps begging me to tell
her what happened. Over and over again. She says, it's okay,
Please just tell me what happened. It's okay, I promise,
I won't tell anyone. I have not a single clue
what she's talking about, and only a few hours until
I have to get up for work, so naturally I
tell her to go away.
Speaker 2 (01:45):
Oh God.
Speaker 1 (01:46):
About eleven am, I finally drag myself out of bed
and go see what all the fuss was about. I'm
greeted by my mother and my uncle sitting at the
kitchen table. My mom is crying and saying, it's okay.
Whatever you did, we'll figure it out. We cleaned the
blood off your We just we won't tell the cops.
We know you were drinking last night. Just please tell
us what happened this poor oh woman, My god. Also,
(02:08):
how about I snap right into the crying mother blood?
Speaker 2 (02:10):
That was great?
Speaker 3 (02:11):
Thank you, Needa a diractress. I'm the Margo Martin.
Speaker 2 (02:13):
Dale of this podcast.
Speaker 1 (02:16):
I finally piece together what's going on, and I burst
out laughing. My mom and uncle are dumbfounded. I said, wait,
you cleaned my car because you thought I was drunk
and hit someone with it.
Speaker 2 (02:27):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (02:28):
I then proceed to tell them about my drive to
work the day before. I was on my way to
the restaurant, stopped at a red light waiting to make
my U turn. Out of nowhere, I see a huge
swan come flying down from the sky, headed straight toward
my side of the car. The thing hits my passenger
door and lands on the road in the next lane.
At this point, the light turns green, so I shake
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off this insane brush with mother nature and go about
making my U turn.
Speaker 2 (02:54):
The fucking swan. Those things are huge and you're not
immediately looking up what symbolizes you can't react because it's
honking at you. It reminds me remember when we were
in my car and that.
Speaker 1 (03:05):
Crow just flew into your sun roof, like literally tried
to get in.
Speaker 2 (03:10):
Apparently good luck, thank God?
Speaker 1 (03:11):
Yeah, ah, for real, We kept driving, Okay, all of
a sudden, this fucking thing rises up off the ground
and comes at me a second time. It hits the
front of my car head on and flies up over
the back. I pull over and stop the car. I
get out, along with a couple of other drivers, to
check out on the bird. But based on the amount
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of blood on my car, it is clearly dead.
Speaker 2 (03:34):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (03:35):
At this point, I am extremely late for work, so
I get back in the car and I haul asked
to the restaurant. I work the whole shift, party the
whole night, and totally forget about this, Oh my god,
until we reach the beginning of this story with my
mother in a panic, thinking I had just committed vehicular
manslaughter and telling me she got rid of the un
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ssdgm B. Wow.
Speaker 2 (04:00):
I mean, now you know that your mom is a
good one, got your back.
Speaker 3 (04:04):
She's not a whale one.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
Yeah, she actually does love you. Yeah.
Speaker 3 (04:08):
Can you imagine?
Speaker 2 (04:09):
No, that's so fucking I mean.
Speaker 1 (04:11):
My mother would be like, I called the police, please
go downstairs, comb your hair.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
I feel like my mom would would hide evidence for me.
Speaker 3 (04:19):
She would.
Speaker 2 (04:19):
Yeah, all right, this is my neighbor. I'm not going
to read you the rest. I don't want to get
roasted for a shitty intro, so I'll begin with a
simple Hi, stupid god, what have you even doing. I've
been listening to you guys since twenty twenty, and I've
wished I had something to write in about completely forgetting
about the one story that is my entire personality, other
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than the fact that the building John Wayne Gacy was
interviewed and by police is now the office of my
best friend's corporate job and is a town over from
where we grew up.
Speaker 3 (04:48):
That is some deep trivia.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
Yeah, totally okay. Anyway, I grew up in the Northwest
suburbs of Chicago, right behind the city Courthouse. Our block
had about fifteen kids living there, including my three siblings
and I, and this was the late nineties early two thousands,
so there were always kids outside when it was nice. Well,
one day, when I was maybe seven or eight, we
had a new neighbor move in next door to us
named Jeff, not his real name. Jeff was a single
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adult man who at the time seemed to be about forty,
but I was also seven, so I didn't know. No, no,
he was about twenty eight, Yeah, exactly. We received a
knock on our front door one day after he moved in,
and being the nosy child I was, I went to
the door with my mom to see who it was.
I loved meeting people, so I was excited to see
a new face. Hi, I'm seven. Well, Jeff introduced himself
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and began to inform us that as part of Megan's
Law and it says, yes, you read that right, he
had to go door to door and let all the
parents know that he was, in fact, a registered sex offender.
I feel like that should probably happen more than it
does in Los Angeles.
Speaker 1 (05:50):
Right, I mean the door to door part, well, it
reminds me of the big labouts. Of course, it's like course,
God damn, he's a pediast.
Speaker 2 (06:00):
Now. When we were told the story by him and
our parents, he told us he was watching regular old
porn and his nephew walked in and saw it, told
his mom, Jeff's sister, who then reported him. He was
a very nice guy and his crime seemed relatively harmless,
so naturally all the parents let us go to his
house whenever we wanted.
Speaker 1 (06:20):
No.
Speaker 2 (06:20):
Late nineties, early two thousands, he was a cool guy
in his twenties, right. He always had those long popsicles,
you know, the ones in the plastic sleeve in his
garage freezer. For all of us, and we would often
go over to his garage and grab some, whether he
was home or not.
Speaker 1 (06:34):
He was that kind of cool adult, cool long phallic
popsicles kind of adults.
Speaker 2 (06:40):
I always had free sweets. I used to dog sit
for him by myself too. Yikes. He never did anything
to any of us, and it was not that you
know of. And it wasn't until we were all older
that we realized how absolutely batshit our parents were for
allowing us to spend all caps one on one time
with this man.
Speaker 3 (06:58):
It turns my stomach.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
My mom would have scratched his eyes out in the moment.
She would never have allowed that.
Speaker 1 (07:03):
My mother would have gotten him out of the city. Yeah,
she would have absolutely disappeared that man.
Speaker 2 (07:09):
Yes, one percent. Anyway, my brother is now in law
enforcement and recently did more digging because surely his only
crime wasn't simply for watching porn. That doesn't make sense.
All caps, Nope, all caps. It was for child pornography
film slash photos of a thirteen year old when he
was twenty six? Again, why were our parents so lax
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about this? Because nineties two thousands, I guess I'm glad
the registry is so easily accessible now, because what the fuck? Yeah,
stay sexy and maybe don't let sex offenders move into
neighborhoods full of children. S. God, I mean almost seems
like you should have to like give them a piece
of paper that says what you did on it instead
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of being like, here, all I did was like I
got caught urinating in public or something, you know what
I mean, Like, yeah, it should be like not this
guy's fucking making it up to now that you can
look it up, guys, sex offender industry like tells you
how many sex offenders live in your neighborhood. It's yeah,
truly terrified, alarmingly insane their mugshots and it's scary. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (08:15):
The subject line of this email is because everything goes
here apparently, Hi Beloved's.
Speaker 2 (08:20):
I was listening to I'm So Sorry, High Beloveds. I
don't think anyone's ever said that to me. I like it.
Speaker 1 (08:29):
I was listening to a minisode from twenty twenty one
Tonight that featured a six year olds yelling to her
mom to get her favorite wine from the liquor store. When
it finally sank in that you will read any kind
of story, it's a good one.
Speaker 2 (08:43):
It's but also yes, you're finally getting it.
Speaker 1 (08:47):
When I was nine, my dad brought my brothers and
I with him on a business trip to Washington, d C.
My fourteen year old brother, Andrew got to bring his
best friend, Graham. I honestly don't know what my dad
was thinking letting Graham come with us. He and my
brother were constantly getting in trouble.
Speaker 2 (09:02):
Jesus.
Speaker 1 (09:03):
We stayed at one of those hotels whose lower level
was attached to a below ground shopping mall.
Speaker 2 (09:08):
Oh yeah, so rad, you do not have to go
outside ever.
Speaker 3 (09:10):
I think we stayed in that hotel in Washington.
Speaker 2 (09:12):
Y see, remember that I stayed in those before.
Speaker 1 (09:15):
And it had the habit trail connector to a different building.
Speaker 2 (09:17):
Yeah, because it's freezing there all the time.
Speaker 3 (09:19):
I think, so, yeah, okay, I'm going.
Speaker 1 (09:21):
Also, I just like to always be a part of
everybody else's memories too, Me too. My younger brother and
I stayed with my dad in one room, while Andrew
and Graham got their own room and a strict curfew.
My dad's second mistake. One night, after my younger brother
and I fell asleep, my dad decided to check on
Andrew and Graham I guess has Get told him that
they were up to no good and behold, their room
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was empty. It turns out that earlier in the day,
they're fourteen. Yeah, earlier in the day they had met
some girls in the mall and made a plan to
meet up with them later that night. Now this was
back in nineteen eighty nine, well before cell phones, so
my dad had to wait in that hotel room, getting
angry and angel Yeah. Finally, at midnight, these two fourteen
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year old dummies stumbled back into the room and came
face to face with our furious dad, who uttered the
words that have become infamous in our family.
Speaker 2 (10:14):
When we get back to Michigan, you too are dog meat.
Dog meat.
Speaker 3 (10:20):
Oh my god, dog meat.
Speaker 1 (10:23):
Let's just say that Graham did not join us on
any future trips, and my brother spent the remainder of
the school year grounded in parentheses. This was spring break,
so we're talking months here. Stay sexy and don't bring
trouble makers on your family vacations.
Speaker 2 (10:37):
Warmly, Stella, Stella, I have that same brother, he had
that same best friend. Yeah, they would have burnt something
to the ground. So actually, your dad should have been
pleased that they came home by midnight. Like that's not
that bad.
Speaker 1 (10:49):
I mean, you know, that's very true, because for a
second I was like, are these fourteen year olds going
to be drunk?
Speaker 2 (10:54):
Yeah? Or are they going to be like yeah? Secret
service is like, so excuse me, sir, you need to
come get your kid. Like that's what my brother would
have fucking done.
Speaker 1 (11:00):
They were in the Oval office. Asher broke into the
Oval office.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Asher and Ryan, they broke in, and they stole a
bunch of fucking They drank, took a sip of every
single different alcohol in the fucking bar cart, and they lived.
They lived their lives. They thrived. Actually did that. My
friend at his friend's house drank one sip of every
alcohol in the bar. You get that cream dements. Oh
they got drunk. Okay, this is about a Siamese cat. Okay, hero,
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longtime listener, and I missed here. You just read a
story about Elvis, and it's my story. I'm trying to
try not to cry. Long time listener, I still miss
your Elvis because we had a spunky Siamese cat as well.
His name was Rutherford, and I like to think of
him as a distant Murderino relative. Of Elvis because he
understood the assignment to protect me. One night, well I
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was in junior high, the police put our entire neighborhood
on lockdown. Police wanted every window and door locked, with
all curtains closed. Someone had driven by our neighbor's house
and shot through the picture window about half a dozen times.
Whoa Our friend was sitting in a recliner and got
hit in the leg. Bear in mind that this was
nineteen seventy seven. We had zero idea what gun violence was,
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and drive by shootings weren't a thing for decades to come.
Speaker 3 (12:11):
That's insane.
Speaker 2 (12:12):
Yeah. Later that night, I cracked my bedroom window open
about two inches. Why you ask, because my cat loved
to sit on the windowsill. And what Rutherford wanted, Rutherford got.
But this left my curtain slightly parted and not entirely
closed as instructed by police. Suddenly Rutherford jumped to the
floor and flattened himself out, I mean belly to the floor,
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with all four legs stretched out like a cartoon character.
He laid there staring through the wall as if he
could see outside, and was literally growling, just like a dog.
Elvis has growled before. I swear He looked at me,
and then looked in my bedroom door, and then back
at the wall facing outside and just kept growling. I
knew he wanted me to hit the deck and get
out of my room, so I did my best Gijo
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Army crawl and slithered out of the door and up
the stairs to tell my parents that Rutherford spotted some
thing outside.
Speaker 1 (13:01):
Sorry, but just the description of the eye where it's
like you out now see that you get to my
sick Yeah, totally, It's still like hilarious, good boy, that
Rutherford was also a Navy seal, not just as Simon's.
Speaker 2 (13:13):
Cat Navy seal point, because he was a seal point
maybe signing. My dad hopped out of bed, bolted past me,
rushed out the door, and literally chased a man into
a field behind our house. So there really was someonemeruck.
Dad returned safely, with my mother screaming at him that
he could have been killed. I remember being terrified of
a shooter and mortified I had witnessed my pale skin,
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boney lugged father running around in nothing but his tidy whiteness.
Dear God and Baby Jesus. Forty eight years later, and
I still can't unsee it. Yeah. Thankfully, due to our encounter,
the police apprehended the creep. Rutherford fucking got him. Jesus, cracty,
He's got the bad guy. He had recently been released
from jail and was seeking revenge on our neighbor for
stealing his girlfriend while he had been incarcerated. The guy
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got shot. Oh, the police said he had returned that
night to see if he had been successful in killing
the guy. Turns out, the week prior to the shooting,
he had placed a bomb on the front doorstep of
a man responsible for putting him in jail in the
first place. Jesus, Luckily both his victims recovered from their
wounds as a murdering. Now, I'd like to say that
my Siamese cat save me from a peeping tom and
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a poorly skilled attempted murderer. Maybe rathword was Elvis's great
grandpa and Grandpa's paw, because.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Wow, all the things you love one sentence.
Speaker 2 (14:27):
Stay sexy and listen when your pets are trying to
save you from Psycho's inga inga. That's a great name.
Speaker 3 (14:33):
Wow yeah nice yeah boy?
Speaker 2 (14:39):
Well right, well, thank you, No, you have one more
and I have one more.
Speaker 3 (14:45):
My apologies.
Speaker 2 (14:46):
I I guess I have one words. You must have
one more?
Speaker 3 (14:49):
Yeah, I must.
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Okay, so let's see the subject line of this email
is an almost kidnapping.
Speaker 2 (14:55):
Hello, ladies.
Speaker 1 (14:55):
I've been listening to your podcast since twenty seventeen and
I try not to miss an episode.
Speaker 3 (15:00):
Thank you, but you.
Speaker 1 (15:02):
Know what they keep like if you do this one,
it's just sitting there waiting for you. It's not radio,
but we need those numbers week by week.
Speaker 3 (15:08):
You know that's true. That's true.
Speaker 1 (15:09):
You two have made me laugh, cry, and check the
backseat of my car every single time. I get it,
love it, and I thank you for it. Before I
get into my hometown story, I have to share a
quick hot dog moment. My husband and I shop at Costco,
and like Pavlov's dogs, we cannot leave without the one
dollar and fifty cent.
Speaker 3 (15:27):
Hot dog in Coke Comba.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
It's delicious and honestly, the hot dog being longer than
the bun just feels like a win.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Every time you seen there's like a T shirt going
around that's just the picture of the hot dog deal
on the coon the menus a T shirt with that.
Speaker 1 (15:40):
I love it so good. Also that's the kind of thing.
It's like, ha ha ha, that's so funny. It's like, no,
everyone wants that totally. Everyone loves it.
Speaker 3 (15:49):
The hippest t shirt especially now.
Speaker 1 (15:51):
Yeah, hot dog, hot dog costco our heroes.
Speaker 2 (15:54):
Hot dog are heroes. Bye bye, Okay, Karen's gonna do
the hot dog or sandwiches or heroes thing.
Speaker 3 (16:01):
No, no, no, okay. Now to my story.
Speaker 1 (16:05):
When I was fifteen, I ran track for my high
school and often had to take the five o'clock activity
bus home. This was nineteen eighty six, and back that Oh,
thank god, someone that's almost my age. What a great
fucking feeling. This was nineteen eighty six, and back then,
school buses didn't drop you off at your front door. Instead,
they get you within a mile or two and you
walk the rest. Usually no big deal because I was
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with friends or my sisters. But not this day. This day,
I was the only one getting off at my stop.
My house was the last one on a long, dead
end road lined with trees and houses. I was about
halfway home, walking on the right side of the road
when a man in a small red hatchback pulled up
next to me with the window rolled down. He leaned
toward the passenger side and tried to act friendly, saying
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I look tired and that I should get in so
he could drive me home.
Speaker 3 (16:50):
Fuck you any one.
Speaker 1 (16:52):
That tells you that you look tired, Yeah, whether it's
someone in your office or somebody in a car on
the road.
Speaker 2 (16:58):
There's an ulterior motive the person trying it. Yeah. Make
you feel bad, yeah, look like shit, and the person's
trying to get you in the car. Yeah, just reject
it all no niceties, nope, okay.
Speaker 1 (17:10):
Immediately I got that feeling, you know, the one the
back of your neck tightens and your mind is screaming
stranger danger. I knew who Ted Bundy was. I'd read
the stranger beside me. I wasn't about to play nice,
tell ya, I love this. I didn't talk to him,
or look at him, or even acknowledge him. I just
kept walking I straight ahead. He kept trying, insisting I
get in his car. When I didn't respond, he finally snapped.
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He yelled fuck you, then, bitch, and squealed his tires
as he sped down the road. Of course, this is
a dead end road, so I knew he'd be coming back.
I crossed the street, so i'd be further from him
when he passed again, thinking at the very least he
couldn't grab me easily from across the car. And yep,
here he comes, slowing down again. This time he was
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all apologies, saying he didn't mean to yell, that he
felt bad, and he still wanted to give me a
ride home to make it up to me.
Speaker 2 (18:01):
You fucking psycho, What a creeper.
Speaker 1 (18:04):
Okay, no, sir, if I didn't get in your car
before you cursed me out, I definitely am not getting
in now. I stayed quiet, kept walking and ignored him again.
He finally drove off a second time, yelling more profanities
out the window.
Speaker 2 (18:17):
Of course, now I had a new problem.
Speaker 1 (18:20):
He didn't know where I lived, but I was terrified
he might come back again to see which house I
went into. I also knew enough to know how stalkers operate.
I wasn't about to lead him to my front door,
so I tightened up my backpack straps and ran the
last half mile home. I made it lock the door,
and thankfully nothing else happened. I didn't tell my mom.
I'm still not sure why, because it was nineteen eighty six.
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And you literally would have been yelled at. Yeah for
being harassed. Totally sorry, Maybe I just wanted to believe
it was over. I kept taking the five o'clock bus,
but from then on I switched to the one that
dropped me a little bit further out. I had to
cut through the woods and a hop a fence into
my backyard, but honestly, that felt safer. Sorry, but that
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is such fifteen year old logic. Now I'll go the
way more dangerous.
Speaker 2 (19:09):
Or good way where no one can see me. I'll
go the way where this guy is waiting, where he's camping.
Do you remember back then being like I don't want
to tell my mom because she'll make a big deal
of this, and I don't want to deal like she'll
make it a big thing. Yeah, she's like so annoyed
that she was so like but it's like, oh no, yeah,
you should have made it a big deal. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (19:27):
It was the luck and the benefit of being a
child and not understanding what she was upset about, right,
because like she's going to make a big deal about
it because she knows things that you wouldn't imagine.
Speaker 2 (19:38):
Right, She's not embarrassing you, she's like trying to protect children. Yeah,
just tell your mom. Just telling your mommy, it's how
they do it these days.
Speaker 1 (19:46):
Okay, oh that was the end anyway, Thank you for
being the murdery aunties. We all need, stay sexy and
never never underestimate the costco hod SSDGM, Betina.
Speaker 2 (19:58):
Good one, Betina full. Okay, Well, actually this one kind
of fits in the theme hot talks, no children, fucking politeness,
so same thing perfect. Okay, first time I heard the
fuck word from my twelve year old's Hello my ear
canal BFFs. Hey, Hey, I'm a very long time listener,
many time mental emailer, but first time actually emailing.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
Welcome.
Speaker 2 (20:21):
Last night, my twelve year old daughters I have identical
twins informed me of an incident that happened to their
best friend earlier this week. Their friend said she got
off the bus after school, hey, and was walking home
with her two friends when she noticed a man in
his sixties following them. She said she recognized him from
a few years ago when he followed her from the
bus and told her he knew her mom and asked
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her to come with him.
Speaker 1 (20:42):
Fuck.
Speaker 2 (20:43):
At that time, she knew something odd was up and
said no, thank you and quickly walked home earlier this week.
As soon as she saw him, she recognized him, and
she told her friends to run. The three twelve year
old girls ran into her apartment and locked all the doors.
He eventually caught up and was looking into her apartment
windows and lighting glass doors. This is exactly what you
just read. Yes, she immediately called her parents, yea, who
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then called the police. She was interviewed by the cops
and said she couldn't stop shaking for the rest of
the night. Yes, of course, not amazing. You were in
serious danger. You were right, as you can imagine. Hearing
the story really shook us up, and as I processed it,
my girls proceeded to come up with a plan, including
what they would do in that situation and what they
would say to the police, because remember, kids are sometimes
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afraid of the police, or they think they need a
really big reason to call them, like someone is hurt
or there's a fire. Yeah. As my girls were going
through their pretend nine one one script, I calmly and
deliberately channeled Karen and Georgia and I let them know
that if they are ever in any type of situation
where a stranger or a stranger adjacent is asking them
a question or trying to speak to them. They don't
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owe them a single glance or utterance in their direction.
Listen to your gut, run away, calline one one, and
find an adult that they trust, or a golf.
Speaker 3 (21:58):
Find a god, Find a god.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
I told them they can fuck politeness, and I even
instructed them to repeat the phrase back to me. They
looked at me, wide eyed, mouths the gate, and as
I nodded encouragement and showed them my serious face, they
gladly shouted fuck politeness. My heart swelled with pride for
my baby murderinas and gratitude for the lessons you brave
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ladies have taught us, possibly even saving some lives along
the way. Because here's the thing. Some of us can
become so consumed by your anxiety and our involuntary imaginations that,
in order to protect ourselves, we develop an off switch
where we tell ourselves that doesn't happen here, or it
won't happen to us. Alternatively, many of us are sheltered
and naive, and whether we want to admit it or not,
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we simply don't have the impetus to mentally prepare ourselves
staying sexy and not getting murdered up here in Michigan,
and it says, yeah, events I'm with you too, Elena.
Speaker 3 (22:55):
She her amazing job of Elena.
Speaker 1 (22:57):
First of all, I think it's like I sometimes do
get worried when twelve year old's write in and they're like,
I listen to your podcast, where it's just like it
just simply is not four children. But if they're in
their world, some hideous adult breaks through and they suddenly
have to start considering what these hideous adults may or
may not do.
Speaker 2 (23:17):
Then they do get to say the efforts totally and
they get to do all these practice it so they're
not terrified, you know.
Speaker 1 (23:23):
Yes, and they practice kind of saying like this weird
thing that's happening that when it does happen to you,
and like I'm sure everyone could tell a story like this.
We're suddenly, as a twelve year old, you're interacting with
a grown man who.
Speaker 2 (23:36):
Has the weirdest vibe.
Speaker 1 (23:38):
That is all you need to make a scene, that's
all you need that experience singularly, you don't have to
keep on it three times happen.
Speaker 3 (23:47):
It shouldn't happen at all.
Speaker 1 (23:49):
So literally go find someone that looks like someone's grandma,
a cashier of older lady cashier. Yes, and say that
man keeps talking to me and I don't know who
it is.
Speaker 2 (24:00):
That's it. Hell Yah, sound us your stories. Do you
have one of those stories where you fucked politeness before?
We want to fucking hear those stories, so yow at
my Favorite Murder at Gmail.
Speaker 1 (24:08):
Please please, and until you have a story like that
for us, stay sexy and don't get murdered.
Speaker 2 (24:13):
Goodbye, Elvis. Do you want a cookie? This has been
an exactly right production. Our senior producers are Alle Hundra
Keck and Molly Smith. Our editor is Aristotle las Veda.
This episode was mixed by Leonis Polacci.
Speaker 1 (24:32):
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Hello, can welcome to my favorite murder the minuisodes.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
They're so tiny.
Speaker 3 (00:24):
There are emails.
Speaker 2 (00:24):
Go first, okay, I demanded.
Speaker 1 (00:27):
The subject line of this email is the one where
mom destroys the evidence. Okay, intense, and then it does
us high. Hi, Hi, longtime listener, and thought you'd like
to hear about the time my mom tried to destroy
crime scene evidence. This all happened about fifteen years ago.
At the height of my career in the restaurant industry.
It was not uncommon to get out of work around
midnight and go hit the town with my buddies until
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we stumbled back home around three, four, sometimes five in
the morning.
Speaker 3 (00:54):
Oh yeah, how.
Speaker 2 (00:56):
Late would you stay out? Well, probably three because everything
this is a two here in California, So you'd go
out till they close at one thirty or two, and
then you'd go get pancakes. Yeah, and then you'd get
home on a Tuesday three in the morning, having to
get up at seven to work. Yeah, it's great. Yeah,
how did I do that? I don't know. White drugs,
nosti Gus's just nevered. Never, it was just youth. It
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was youth, right, you had the drive to earn a
living youth and whiskey. Okay.
Speaker 1 (01:24):
On one of these mornings, I get shaken awake by
my mom at seven am. She has a panic look
on her face, and she keeps begging me to tell
her what happened. Over and over again. She says, it's okay,
Please just tell me what happened. It's okay, I promise,
I won't tell anyone. I have not a single clue
what she's talking about, and only a few hours until
I have to get up for work, so naturally I
tell her to go away.
Speaker 2 (01:45):
Oh God.
Speaker 1 (01:46):
About eleven am, I finally drag myself out of bed
and go see what all the fuss was about. I'm
greeted by my mother and my uncle sitting at the
kitchen table. My mom is crying and saying, it's okay.
Whatever you did, we'll figure it out. We cleaned the
blood off your We just we won't tell the cops.
We know you were drinking last night. Just please tell
us what happened this poor oh woman, My god. Also,
(02:08):
how about I snap right into the crying mother blood?
Speaker 2 (02:10):
That was great?
Speaker 3 (02:11):
Thank you, Needa a diractress. I'm the Margo Martin.
Speaker 2 (02:13):
Dale of this podcast.
Speaker 1 (02:16):
I finally piece together what's going on, and I burst
out laughing. My mom and uncle are dumbfounded. I said, wait,
you cleaned my car because you thought I was drunk
and hit someone with it.
Speaker 2 (02:27):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (02:28):
I then proceed to tell them about my drive to
work the day before. I was on my way to
the restaurant, stopped at a red light waiting to make
my U turn. Out of nowhere, I see a huge
swan come flying down from the sky, headed straight toward
my side of the car. The thing hits my passenger
door and lands on the road in the next lane.
At this point, the light turns green, so I shake
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off this insane brush with mother nature and go about
making my U turn.
Speaker 2 (02:54):
The fucking swan. Those things are huge and you're not
immediately looking up what symbolizes you can't react because it's
honking at you. It reminds me remember when we were
in my car and that.
Speaker 1 (03:05):
Crow just flew into your sun roof, like literally tried
to get in.
Speaker 2 (03:10):
Apparently good luck, thank God?
Speaker 1 (03:11):
Yeah, ah, for real, We kept driving, Okay, all of
a sudden, this fucking thing rises up off the ground
and comes at me a second time. It hits the
front of my car head on and flies up over
the back. I pull over and stop the car. I
get out, along with a couple of other drivers, to
check out on the bird. But based on the amount
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of blood on my car, it is clearly dead.
Speaker 2 (03:34):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (03:35):
At this point, I am extremely late for work, so
I get back in the car and I haul asked
to the restaurant. I work the whole shift, party the
whole night, and totally forget about this, Oh my god,
until we reach the beginning of this story with my
mother in a panic, thinking I had just committed vehicular
manslaughter and telling me she got rid of the un
(03:57):
ssdgm B. Wow.
Speaker 2 (04:00):
I mean, now you know that your mom is a
good one, got your back.
Speaker 3 (04:04):
She's not a whale one.
Speaker 2 (04:05):
Yeah, she actually does love you. Yeah.
Speaker 3 (04:08):
Can you imagine?
Speaker 2 (04:09):
No, that's so fucking I mean.
Speaker 1 (04:11):
My mother would be like, I called the police, please
go downstairs, comb your hair.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
I feel like my mom would would hide evidence for me.
Speaker 3 (04:19):
She would.
Speaker 2 (04:19):
Yeah, all right, this is my neighbor. I'm not going
to read you the rest. I don't want to get
roasted for a shitty intro, so I'll begin with a
simple Hi, stupid god, what have you even doing. I've
been listening to you guys since twenty twenty, and I've
wished I had something to write in about completely forgetting
about the one story that is my entire personality, other
(04:40):
than the fact that the building John Wayne Gacy was
interviewed and by police is now the office of my
best friend's corporate job and is a town over from
where we grew up.
Speaker 3 (04:48):
That is some deep trivia.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
Yeah, totally okay. Anyway, I grew up in the Northwest
suburbs of Chicago, right behind the city Courthouse. Our block
had about fifteen kids living there, including my three siblings
and I, and this was the late nineties early two thousands,
so there were always kids outside when it was nice. Well,
one day, when I was maybe seven or eight, we
had a new neighbor move in next door to us
named Jeff, not his real name. Jeff was a single
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adult man who at the time seemed to be about forty,
but I was also seven, so I didn't know. No, no,
he was about twenty eight, Yeah, exactly. We received a
knock on our front door one day after he moved in,
and being the nosy child I was, I went to
the door with my mom to see who it was.
I loved meeting people, so I was excited to see
a new face. Hi, I'm seven. Well, Jeff introduced himself
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and began to inform us that as part of Megan's
Law and it says, yes, you read that right, he
had to go door to door and let all the
parents know that he was, in fact, a registered sex offender.
I feel like that should probably happen more than it
does in Los Angeles.
Speaker 1 (05:50):
Right, I mean the door to door part, well, it
reminds me of the big labouts. Of course, it's like course,
God damn, he's a pediast.
Speaker 2 (06:00):
Now. When we were told the story by him and
our parents, he told us he was watching regular old
porn and his nephew walked in and saw it, told
his mom, Jeff's sister, who then reported him. He was
a very nice guy and his crime seemed relatively harmless,
so naturally all the parents let us go to his
house whenever we wanted.
Speaker 1 (06:20):
No.
Speaker 2 (06:20):
Late nineties, early two thousands, he was a cool guy
in his twenties, right. He always had those long popsicles,
you know, the ones in the plastic sleeve in his
garage freezer. For all of us, and we would often
go over to his garage and grab some, whether he
was home or not.
Speaker 1 (06:34):
He was that kind of cool adult, cool long phallic
popsicles kind of adults.
Speaker 2 (06:40):
I always had free sweets. I used to dog sit
for him by myself too. Yikes. He never did anything
to any of us, and it was not that you
know of. And it wasn't until we were all older
that we realized how absolutely batshit our parents were for
allowing us to spend all caps one on one time
with this man.
Speaker 3 (06:58):
It turns my stomach.
Speaker 2 (07:00):
My mom would have scratched his eyes out in the moment.
She would never have allowed that.
Speaker 1 (07:03):
My mother would have gotten him out of the city. Yeah,
she would have absolutely disappeared that man.
Speaker 2 (07:09):
Yes, one percent. Anyway, my brother is now in law
enforcement and recently did more digging because surely his only
crime wasn't simply for watching porn. That doesn't make sense.
All caps, Nope, all caps. It was for child pornography
film slash photos of a thirteen year old when he
was twenty six? Again, why were our parents so lax
(07:32):
about this? Because nineties two thousands, I guess I'm glad
the registry is so easily accessible now, because what the fuck? Yeah,
stay sexy and maybe don't let sex offenders move into
neighborhoods full of children. S. God, I mean almost seems
like you should have to like give them a piece
of paper that says what you did on it instead
(07:52):
of being like, here, all I did was like I
got caught urinating in public or something, you know what
I mean, Like, yeah, it should be like not this
guy's fucking making it up to now that you can
look it up, guys, sex offender industry like tells you
how many sex offenders live in your neighborhood. It's yeah,
truly terrified, alarmingly insane their mugshots and it's scary. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (08:15):
The subject line of this email is because everything goes
here apparently, Hi Beloved's.
Speaker 2 (08:20):
I was listening to I'm So Sorry, High Beloveds. I
don't think anyone's ever said that to me. I like it.
Speaker 1 (08:29):
I was listening to a minisode from twenty twenty one
Tonight that featured a six year olds yelling to her
mom to get her favorite wine from the liquor store. When
it finally sank in that you will read any kind
of story, it's a good one.
Speaker 2 (08:43):
It's but also yes, you're finally getting it.
Speaker 1 (08:47):
When I was nine, my dad brought my brothers and
I with him on a business trip to Washington, d C.
My fourteen year old brother, Andrew got to bring his
best friend, Graham. I honestly don't know what my dad
was thinking letting Graham come with us. He and my
brother were constantly getting in trouble.
Speaker 2 (09:02):
Jesus.
Speaker 1 (09:03):
We stayed at one of those hotels whose lower level
was attached to a below ground shopping mall.
Speaker 2 (09:08):
Oh yeah, so rad, you do not have to go
outside ever.
Speaker 3 (09:10):
I think we stayed in that hotel in Washington.
Speaker 2 (09:12):
Y see, remember that I stayed in those before.
Speaker 1 (09:15):
And it had the habit trail connector to a different building.
Speaker 2 (09:17):
Yeah, because it's freezing there all the time.
Speaker 3 (09:19):
I think, so, yeah, okay, I'm going.
Speaker 1 (09:21):
Also, I just like to always be a part of
everybody else's memories too, Me too. My younger brother and
I stayed with my dad in one room, while Andrew
and Graham got their own room and a strict curfew.
My dad's second mistake. One night, after my younger brother
and I fell asleep, my dad decided to check on
Andrew and Graham I guess has Get told him that
they were up to no good and behold, their room
(09:42):
was empty. It turns out that earlier in the day,
they're fourteen. Yeah, earlier in the day they had met
some girls in the mall and made a plan to
meet up with them later that night. Now this was
back in nineteen eighty nine, well before cell phones, so
my dad had to wait in that hotel room, getting
angry and angel Yeah. Finally, at midnight, these two fourteen
(10:04):
year old dummies stumbled back into the room and came
face to face with our furious dad, who uttered the
words that have become infamous in our family.
Speaker 2 (10:14):
When we get back to Michigan, you too are dog meat.
Dog meat.
Speaker 3 (10:20):
Oh my god, dog meat.
Speaker 1 (10:23):
Let's just say that Graham did not join us on
any future trips, and my brother spent the remainder of
the school year grounded in parentheses. This was spring break,
so we're talking months here. Stay sexy and don't bring
trouble makers on your family vacations.
Speaker 2 (10:37):
Warmly, Stella, Stella, I have that same brother, he had
that same best friend. Yeah, they would have burnt something
to the ground. So actually, your dad should have been
pleased that they came home by midnight. Like that's not
that bad.
Speaker 1 (10:49):
I mean, you know, that's very true, because for a
second I was like, are these fourteen year olds going
to be drunk?
Speaker 2 (10:54):
Yeah? Or are they going to be like yeah? Secret
service is like, so excuse me, sir, you need to
come get your kid. Like that's what my brother would
have fucking done.
Speaker 1 (11:00):
They were in the Oval office. Asher broke into the
Oval office.
Speaker 2 (11:03):
Asher and Ryan, they broke in, and they stole a
bunch of fucking They drank, took a sip of every
single different alcohol in the fucking bar cart, and they lived.
They lived their lives. They thrived. Actually did that. My
friend at his friend's house drank one sip of every
alcohol in the bar. You get that cream dements. Oh
they got drunk. Okay, this is about a Siamese cat. Okay, hero,
(11:24):
longtime listener, and I missed here. You just read a
story about Elvis, and it's my story. I'm trying to
try not to cry. Long time listener, I still miss
your Elvis because we had a spunky Siamese cat as well.
His name was Rutherford, and I like to think of
him as a distant Murderino relative. Of Elvis because he
understood the assignment to protect me. One night, well I
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was in junior high, the police put our entire neighborhood
on lockdown. Police wanted every window and door locked, with
all curtains closed. Someone had driven by our neighbor's house
and shot through the picture window about half a dozen times.
Whoa Our friend was sitting in a recliner and got
hit in the leg. Bear in mind that this was
nineteen seventy seven. We had zero idea what gun violence was,
(12:08):
and drive by shootings weren't a thing for decades to come.
Speaker 3 (12:11):
That's insane.
Speaker 2 (12:12):
Yeah. Later that night, I cracked my bedroom window open
about two inches. Why you ask, because my cat loved
to sit on the windowsill. And what Rutherford wanted, Rutherford got.
But this left my curtain slightly parted and not entirely
closed as instructed by police. Suddenly Rutherford jumped to the
floor and flattened himself out, I mean belly to the floor,
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with all four legs stretched out like a cartoon character.
He laid there staring through the wall as if he
could see outside, and was literally growling, just like a dog.
Elvis has growled before. I swear He looked at me,
and then looked in my bedroom door, and then back
at the wall facing outside and just kept growling. I
knew he wanted me to hit the deck and get
out of my room, so I did my best Gijo
(12:55):
Army crawl and slithered out of the door and up
the stairs to tell my parents that Rutherford spotted some
thing outside.
Speaker 1 (13:01):
Sorry, but just the description of the eye where it's
like you out now see that you get to my
sick Yeah, totally, It's still like hilarious, good boy, that
Rutherford was also a Navy seal, not just as Simon's.
Speaker 2 (13:13):
Cat Navy seal point, because he was a seal point
maybe signing. My dad hopped out of bed, bolted past me,
rushed out the door, and literally chased a man into
a field behind our house. So there really was someonemeruck.
Dad returned safely, with my mother screaming at him that
he could have been killed. I remember being terrified of
a shooter and mortified I had witnessed my pale skin,
(13:34):
boney lugged father running around in nothing but his tidy whiteness.
Dear God and Baby Jesus. Forty eight years later, and
I still can't unsee it. Yeah. Thankfully, due to our encounter,
the police apprehended the creep. Rutherford fucking got him. Jesus, cracty,
He's got the bad guy. He had recently been released
from jail and was seeking revenge on our neighbor for
stealing his girlfriend while he had been incarcerated. The guy
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got shot. Oh, the police said he had returned that
night to see if he had been successful in killing
the guy. Turns out, the week prior to the shooting,
he had placed a bomb on the front doorstep of
a man responsible for putting him in jail in the
first place. Jesus, Luckily both his victims recovered from their
wounds as a murdering. Now, I'd like to say that
my Siamese cat save me from a peeping tom and
(14:17):
a poorly skilled attempted murderer. Maybe rathword was Elvis's great
grandpa and Grandpa's paw, because.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Wow, all the things you love one sentence.
Speaker 2 (14:27):
Stay sexy and listen when your pets are trying to
save you from Psycho's inga inga. That's a great name.
Speaker 3 (14:33):
Wow yeah nice yeah boy?
Speaker 2 (14:39):
Well right, well, thank you, No, you have one more
and I have one more.
Speaker 3 (14:45):
My apologies.
Speaker 2 (14:46):
I I guess I have one words. You must have
one more?
Speaker 3 (14:49):
Yeah, I must.
Speaker 1 (14:50):
Okay, so let's see the subject line of this email
is an almost kidnapping.
Speaker 2 (14:55):
Hello, ladies.
Speaker 1 (14:55):
I've been listening to your podcast since twenty seventeen and
I try not to miss an episode.
Speaker 3 (15:00):
Thank you, but you.
Speaker 1 (15:02):
Know what they keep like if you do this one,
it's just sitting there waiting for you. It's not radio,
but we need those numbers week by week.
Speaker 3 (15:08):
You know that's true. That's true.
Speaker 1 (15:09):
You two have made me laugh, cry, and check the
backseat of my car every single time. I get it,
love it, and I thank you for it. Before I
get into my hometown story, I have to share a
quick hot dog moment. My husband and I shop at Costco,
and like Pavlov's dogs, we cannot leave without the one
dollar and fifty cent.
Speaker 3 (15:27):
Hot dog in Coke Comba.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
It's delicious and honestly, the hot dog being longer than
the bun just feels like a win.
Speaker 2 (15:33):
Every time you seen there's like a T shirt going
around that's just the picture of the hot dog deal
on the coon the menus a T shirt with that.
Speaker 1 (15:40):
I love it so good. Also that's the kind of thing.
It's like, ha ha ha, that's so funny. It's like, no,
everyone wants that totally. Everyone loves it.
Speaker 3 (15:49):
The hippest t shirt especially now.
Speaker 1 (15:51):
Yeah, hot dog, hot dog costco our heroes.
Speaker 2 (15:54):
Hot dog are heroes. Bye bye, Okay, Karen's gonna do
the hot dog or sandwiches or heroes thing.
Speaker 3 (16:01):
No, no, no, okay. Now to my story.
Speaker 1 (16:05):
When I was fifteen, I ran track for my high
school and often had to take the five o'clock activity
bus home. This was nineteen eighty six, and back that Oh,
thank god, someone that's almost my age. What a great
fucking feeling. This was nineteen eighty six, and back then,
school buses didn't drop you off at your front door. Instead,
they get you within a mile or two and you
walk the rest. Usually no big deal because I was
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with friends or my sisters. But not this day. This day,
I was the only one getting off at my stop.
My house was the last one on a long, dead
end road lined with trees and houses. I was about
halfway home, walking on the right side of the road
when a man in a small red hatchback pulled up
next to me with the window rolled down. He leaned
toward the passenger side and tried to act friendly, saying
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I look tired and that I should get in so
he could drive me home.
Speaker 3 (16:50):
Fuck you any one.
Speaker 1 (16:52):
That tells you that you look tired, Yeah, whether it's
someone in your office or somebody in a car on
the road.
Speaker 2 (16:58):
There's an ulterior motive the person trying it. Yeah. Make
you feel bad, yeah, look like shit, and the person's
trying to get you in the car. Yeah, just reject
it all no niceties, nope, okay.
Speaker 1 (17:10):
Immediately I got that feeling, you know, the one the
back of your neck tightens and your mind is screaming
stranger danger. I knew who Ted Bundy was. I'd read
the stranger beside me. I wasn't about to play nice,
tell ya, I love this. I didn't talk to him,
or look at him, or even acknowledge him. I just
kept walking I straight ahead. He kept trying, insisting I
get in his car. When I didn't respond, he finally snapped.
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He yelled fuck you, then, bitch, and squealed his tires
as he sped down the road. Of course, this is
a dead end road, so I knew he'd be coming back.
I crossed the street, so i'd be further from him
when he passed again, thinking at the very least he
couldn't grab me easily from across the car. And yep,
here he comes, slowing down again. This time he was
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all apologies, saying he didn't mean to yell, that he
felt bad, and he still wanted to give me a
ride home to make it up to me.
Speaker 2 (18:01):
You fucking psycho, What a creeper.
Speaker 1 (18:04):
Okay, no, sir, if I didn't get in your car
before you cursed me out, I definitely am not getting
in now. I stayed quiet, kept walking and ignored him again.
He finally drove off a second time, yelling more profanities
out the window.
Speaker 2 (18:17):
Of course, now I had a new problem.
Speaker 1 (18:20):
He didn't know where I lived, but I was terrified
he might come back again to see which house I
went into. I also knew enough to know how stalkers operate.
I wasn't about to lead him to my front door,
so I tightened up my backpack straps and ran the
last half mile home. I made it lock the door,
and thankfully nothing else happened. I didn't tell my mom.
I'm still not sure why, because it was nineteen eighty six.
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And you literally would have been yelled at. Yeah for
being harassed. Totally sorry, Maybe I just wanted to believe
it was over. I kept taking the five o'clock bus,
but from then on I switched to the one that
dropped me a little bit further out. I had to
cut through the woods and a hop a fence into
my backyard, but honestly, that felt safer. Sorry, but that
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is such fifteen year old logic. Now I'll go the
way more dangerous.
Speaker 2 (19:09):
Or good way where no one can see me. I'll
go the way where this guy is waiting, where he's camping.
Do you remember back then being like I don't want
to tell my mom because she'll make a big deal
of this, and I don't want to deal like she'll
make it a big thing. Yeah, she's like so annoyed
that she was so like but it's like, oh no, yeah,
you should have made it a big deal. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (19:27):
It was the luck and the benefit of being a
child and not understanding what she was upset about, right,
because like she's going to make a big deal about
it because she knows things that you wouldn't imagine.
Speaker 2 (19:38):
Right, She's not embarrassing you, she's like trying to protect children. Yeah,
just tell your mom. Just telling your mommy, it's how
they do it these days.
Speaker 1 (19:46):
Okay, oh that was the end anyway, Thank you for
being the murdery aunties. We all need, stay sexy and
never never underestimate the costco hod SSDGM, Betina.
Speaker 2 (19:58):
Good one, Betina full. Okay, Well, actually this one kind
of fits in the theme hot talks, no children, fucking politeness,
so same thing perfect. Okay, first time I heard the
fuck word from my twelve year old's Hello my ear
canal BFFs. Hey, Hey, I'm a very long time listener,
many time mental emailer, but first time actually emailing.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
Welcome.
Speaker 2 (20:21):
Last night, my twelve year old daughters I have identical
twins informed me of an incident that happened to their
best friend earlier this week. Their friend said she got
off the bus after school, hey, and was walking home
with her two friends when she noticed a man in
his sixties following them. She said she recognized him from
a few years ago when he followed her from the
bus and told her he knew her mom and asked
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her to come with him.
Speaker 1 (20:42):
Fuck.
Speaker 2 (20:43):
At that time, she knew something odd was up and
said no, thank you and quickly walked home earlier this week.
As soon as she saw him, she recognized him, and
she told her friends to run. The three twelve year
old girls ran into her apartment and locked all the doors.
He eventually caught up and was looking into her apartment
windows and lighting glass doors. This is exactly what you
just read. Yes, she immediately called her parents, yea, who
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then called the police. She was interviewed by the cops
and said she couldn't stop shaking for the rest of
the night. Yes, of course, not amazing. You were in
serious danger. You were right, as you can imagine. Hearing
the story really shook us up, and as I processed it,
my girls proceeded to come up with a plan, including
what they would do in that situation and what they
would say to the police, because remember, kids are sometimes
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afraid of the police, or they think they need a
really big reason to call them, like someone is hurt
or there's a fire. Yeah. As my girls were going
through their pretend nine one one script, I calmly and
deliberately channeled Karen and Georgia and I let them know
that if they are ever in any type of situation
where a stranger or a stranger adjacent is asking them
a question or trying to speak to them. They don't
(21:50):
owe them a single glance or utterance in their direction.
Listen to your gut, run away, calline one one, and
find an adult that they trust, or a golf.
Speaker 3 (21:58):
Find a god, Find a god.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
I told them they can fuck politeness, and I even
instructed them to repeat the phrase back to me. They
looked at me, wide eyed, mouths the gate, and as
I nodded encouragement and showed them my serious face, they
gladly shouted fuck politeness. My heart swelled with pride for
my baby murderinas and gratitude for the lessons you brave
(22:21):
ladies have taught us, possibly even saving some lives along
the way. Because here's the thing. Some of us can
become so consumed by your anxiety and our involuntary imaginations that,
in order to protect ourselves, we develop an off switch
where we tell ourselves that doesn't happen here, or it
won't happen to us. Alternatively, many of us are sheltered
and naive, and whether we want to admit it or not,
(22:43):
we simply don't have the impetus to mentally prepare ourselves
staying sexy and not getting murdered up here in Michigan,
and it says, yeah, events I'm with you too, Elena.
Speaker 3 (22:55):
She her amazing job of Elena.
Speaker 1 (22:57):
First of all, I think it's like I sometimes do
get worried when twelve year old's write in and they're like,
I listen to your podcast, where it's just like it
just simply is not four children. But if they're in
their world, some hideous adult breaks through and they suddenly
have to start considering what these hideous adults may or
may not do.
Speaker 2 (23:17):
Then they do get to say the efforts totally and
they get to do all these practice it so they're
not terrified, you know.
Speaker 1 (23:23):
Yes, and they practice kind of saying like this weird
thing that's happening that when it does happen to you,
and like I'm sure everyone could tell a story like this.
We're suddenly, as a twelve year old, you're interacting with
a grown man who.
Speaker 2 (23:36):
Has the weirdest vibe.
Speaker 1 (23:38):
That is all you need to make a scene, that's
all you need that experience singularly, you don't have to
keep on it three times happen.
Speaker 3 (23:47):
It shouldn't happen at all.
Speaker 1 (23:49):
So literally go find someone that looks like someone's grandma,
a cashier of older lady cashier. Yes, and say that
man keeps talking to me and I don't know who
it is.
Speaker 2 (24:00):
That's it. Hell Yah, sound us your stories. Do you
have one of those stories where you fucked politeness before?
We want to fucking hear those stories, so yow at
my Favorite Murder at Gmail.
Speaker 1 (24:08):
Please please, and until you have a story like that
for us, stay sexy and don't get murdered.
Speaker 2 (24:13):
Goodbye, Elvis. Do you want a cookie? This has been
an exactly right production. Our senior producers are Alle Hundra
Keck and Molly Smith. Our editor is Aristotle las Veda.
This episode was mixed by Leonis Polacci.
Speaker 1 (24:32):
Email your hometowns to My Favorite Murder at gmail dot.
Speaker 2 (24:35):
Com and follow the show on Instagram at my Favorite Murder.
Speaker 1 (24:37):
Listen to my Favorite Murder on the iHeartRadio app, Apple
Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker 2 (24:42):
And now you can watch us on exactly Writes YouTube page.
And while you're there, please like and subscribe. Ye bye
bye
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Georgia Hardstark
Karen Kilgariff
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