October 6, 2025 • 22 mins
This week’s hometowns include the shadow figures of Davis and an apartment squatter.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, Hello, and welcome to my favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
Hi Joys, Hey, I yes, I have a really good
one to start off. It's very centric to my experience,
but I think you'll be able to relate in just
the insanity of this story, so.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
I won't read you this subject line.
Speaker 2 (00:39):
It says, Hi, Karena Georgia, my husband and I, and
then in parentheses it says.
Speaker 3 (00:43):
Both PhDs live.
Speaker 2 (00:46):
Really us too, us too live in Davis, California with
our drag queen Chihuahua, Rue Powell and it's pa w L.
Speaker 3 (00:55):
Of course it is uh huh.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
And she's got her own Instagram handle if anybody wants
to go check it, love it anybody named Georgia. We
moved here from Boulder, Colorado, over a year ago, where
we lived about two miles from Joanponny Ramsay's home three
exclamation points. We wanted to write in for years because
we've had multiple supernatural experiences, including a haunting in our
old San Francisco home, but this recent one felt like
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it was made for the MFM audience. As Karen might
already know, Davis is fifteen miles outside of Sacramento and
is usually described as a haven for bikers and walkers.
There's a beautiful green belt that connects the neighborhoods, tree
lined and safe feeling even at night. It is a
really lovely little college town.
Speaker 4 (01:38):
I really thought bikers as in like motorcycle beings for
a minute.
Speaker 2 (01:42):
That's very different, just those mountain bikers where the bike
never sees a mountain. So one warm summer evening not
long ago, we were out walking Roueol when my husband
saw a short, shadowy figure dart across the path. At
first he thought it was an animal, but it seemed
too tall, about four feet, and it moved like it
was on two legs, not four. We kept going until
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we turned a corner and saw it again, a four
foot tall shadow figure standing still near a tree about
fifty feet away. It wasn't just dark, it was darker
than the surrounding shadows, like the blackest black. That's when
RuPaul pulled back hard on the leash, basically saying nope,
absolutely not, and started dragging us back home.
Speaker 3 (02:23):
And we did not argue.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
We power walked the rest of the way, looking over
our shoulder and both confirming, yes, you saw it too.
Right once inside our home, we locked the doors and
texted a friend who lived in Davis for years. Her response, Oh, yeah,
I used to see short shadow figures running across my
backyard all the time. You just learned to coexist.
Speaker 1 (02:43):
Short shadow figures are like a known entity. Go bye,
I'm moving, it says, right here. Nope again, it says spooked.
And Unsatisfied with my friend's resigned response, I googled shadow
figures Davis Greenbelt. The first thing I found was the
widely reported DID twenty twenty three case of Carlos Domingez,
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a former UC Davis student who committed a series of stabbings,
and during his trial, he testified that he believed he
was attacking shape shifting shadow figures, not actual people. His victims, tragically,
were real people. His testimony at his trial revealed that
he has profound mental health struggles and terrifying illusions about
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shadow figures. Reading this made us wonder what if these
shadow people were more than just hallucinations. The second thing
I found was folklore, where some local stories mention encountering
the ghosts of twin girls in the vicinity of the
Davis Green Belt, though there is no factual evidence to
support these claims. This legend says the twins sometimes appear
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peering through windows of nearby homes or along the path.
This ghost story is part of Davis folklore, but there
are no police reports or concrete evidence of ghostly children
in the green Belt. Our eyes that evening beg to
differ guardless, and needless to say, we now carry a
massive flashlight on our walks and sage the house as
soon as we come back home, just in case anything
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supernatural follows us. Thank you for all the wit, comfort,
and keen storytelling you bring. You have kept us company
on countless road trips, commutes and Saturday cleaning sessions. Stay
sexy and don't go chasing shadowy figures? Jose Arturo and RuPaul?
Speaker 4 (04:23):
How has it almost been ten years and this is
the first we're hearing about shadow figures in Davis, California?
Like right, it kind of gives me hope that everyone
hasn't written in their like we don't know every folk.
You know what I mean? Yes, because you know, like
you know those ones that you always hear like on
unsolved mysteries, of like little children push your car across
the bridge, Send those to us? How do we how
do we not know about.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
This, and also don't tell ros Hernandez over on Ghosted
by ros Hernandez, because I bet you some of those
stories are going over there. But I love the fact
that Jose and artrurou knew that we would love this
because it is like, wait, what just happened? And then
it is slightly connected. It's like they are witnessing that
man who committed those horrible crimes. It's like, but other
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people are witnessing this perhaps as well.
Speaker 4 (05:07):
That's chilling. That is so chilling.
Speaker 3 (05:09):
Really quite a story.
Speaker 4 (05:11):
All right, changing pace, I'm not going to read you
the title of this one. Hi, Karen Georgia and MFM crew,
I just finished the minisode where you mentioned sharing that
story that your friends always make you tell at parties. Well,
here is mine. I moved back to Denver in early
twenty sixteen after a brief hiatus slash mid twenties crisis
in California, with all my belongings in my car and
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no permanent home. I've done that, yeah, scary. I stayed
with friends for a couple of weeks while I searched
for housing and finally had some luck. I found a
studio apartment on the cheap on Craigslist, really centrally located.
When I went to check it out, the place was
a wreck with fist size holes in the wall, but
the property manager insisted it would be in perfect condition
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when she was done with it, and, feeling desperate, I applied.
Less than twenty four hours later, they called to say
they wanted to rent it to me. Read flag because
now I know they don't background check anyone. It's a
minute to get any legit check back.
Speaker 2 (06:05):
Oh that's a great point. If you get accepted to
an apartment building that immediately says yes, that means that
other people in that apartment building aren't have not been checked.
Speaker 4 (06:14):
I would never even thought of that. I would have
bet yay. Instead, it's like, no, this is bad.
Speaker 3 (06:19):
Yeah, think it through. That's a wow, wow scary.
Speaker 4 (06:22):
When I went back, it was all cleaned up, and
I decided to sign the lease. Not moments after the
ink dried. The manager let me know that the previous
tenant was sent back to prison, but that there was
nothing to worry about. And then it says disclosure.
Speaker 3 (06:33):
Laws question work question.
Speaker 4 (06:35):
I quickly found out from a neighbor that said tenant
was dealing heroin out of the apartment, violating his parole
and was sent back for life. Shockingly, that part of
the story is a dead end, so as no former
customers showed up at my door. I received a couple
pieces of mail from the doc for him, but that
was it. This isn't the story about that?
Speaker 5 (06:56):
Oh okay, well thanks on kind of a relief, all right.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
The first night I slept in my new studio, the
ten and above, came home around two thirty am with
a group of people and proceeded, you have a party.
I was unemployed at this point, getting up early every
day to hit the pavement. The guests rolled out of
the complex around seven am, just as I was getting up.
I had that I had an upstairs neighbor who like
worked like motorcycle boots when she got home from bartending
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and just plomped around her fucking apartment and then like
take off your shoes.
Speaker 3 (07:25):
Yeah, just one simple act.
Speaker 4 (07:28):
I decided to let it go, except it happened every
night for a week. I tried earplugs, fans, movies, et cetera,
to no avail. Finally, one night, I was so pissed
I went upstairs to say something, but when I was
outside the door. I heard a click and this guy
say I've never held a gun before.
Speaker 3 (07:44):
Uh oh.
Speaker 4 (07:45):
I bolted downstairs and sat in the kitchen in case
this yahoo accidentally fired the gun and it went through
my ceiling. The next day, I went upstairs and I
could hear the tenant in there. I knocked, but no
one answered. I left a note basically explaining my need
for quiet and I didn't want to cramp anyone's style,
but could he or she keep it down. I'd left
my phone number, but never heard from them. The tenant
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continued to come home every day around two thirty am,
but no more parties. It quickly became part of my routine.
I found out from a neighbor that the tenant was
a man named Colin who worked at a bar around town.
I never saw him, but over time I created this
idea of who I thought Colin was. I woke up
in the wee hours of my birthday, April twenty seventh,
wo to Colin bringing home a date around four am.
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This had never happened before, and I immediately turned on
Netflix because I didn't want to be involved. Too bad,
because not five minutes in the woman started shouting fuck me.
Colin over and over again. About thirty minutes went by,
and I heard you're a piece of shit. Everyone I
dated is a piece of shit, followed by a door
slam and stomping down the stairs. Later that morning, my
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parents called to wish me happy birthday, and I proceeded
to tell them I was going to kill my upstairs
neighbor due to his prolonged shenanigans. All tenants received a
text from management later that day as if we had
info about the disturbance, now is my chance. I called
and let them know my upstairs neighbor had a guest
and they got in a fight. The manager let me
know that they received multiple complaints because the guests exited
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the building and then tried to get back in by
ringing everyone's doorbells. Oh, I'm just pressing all the intercom buttons.
Speaker 2 (09:19):
I'm being delivered back to like my drinking twenties and
all the garbage that you spent your time either doing
or being the recipient of that was just always stressful
and bad.
Speaker 4 (09:31):
Just chaos.
Speaker 2 (09:32):
Everything is chaos, constant chaos, and then you're like why
does everything suck? And it's like put the Jaegermeister down
for five goddamn minutes.
Speaker 4 (09:40):
Okay, Luckily my bell was broken, so I missed out
on that part. I decided then to let them know
about my previous noise issues and told me Colin had
twenty four hours to come forward or they'd evict him.
That night, I went to sleep like a baby. I
left the building around four thirty am to get to
the airport as I was going to visit my parents
in California. I landed in Arizona the first leg of
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my flight to a voicemail that said, Hey, Angie, we
got ahold of Colin and he says he's been in
Texas for the last three weeks, so your stories don't
match up.
Speaker 3 (10:09):
Call us.
Speaker 4 (10:11):
I'm like, what the hell? So I called and proceeded
to tell my landlord about the sex having and the
quote fuck me Colin. To prove my story, my landlord
was in the building while we were on the phone,
and as we were talking, he went upstairs and found
Colin's door open, blood all over the door, and a
figure zipped up in a mummy style sleeping bag, non
responsive on the floor. No, the landlord said, in forty
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years of being a landlord, I've never had a homicide.
There's a first for everything. Let me call you back.
Speaker 3 (10:39):
Oh my god.
Speaker 4 (10:40):
At this point I was freaking out because one dead
man question Mark, but two I had threatened to kill
him out loud. What if someone overheard me? And now
it looked like I'd fled the state.
Speaker 3 (10:49):
Oh yeah, I.
Speaker 4 (10:50):
Landed in California from my second leg to another voicemail
that said, hi, Angie, we spoke with Colin again, and
it turns out he gave his keys to a friend.
The friend has been impersonating him the whole time and
is claiming squatter's rights and refusing to leave. What We
need you to sign an affidavit so we can evict him.
Speaker 5 (11:07):
Holy shit, this.
Speaker 4 (11:09):
Is like I've this never got that bad for me
to think. Fucking guh No. I got back to Denver
to find out that this dude had totally moved into
Colin's apartment and was on drugs. It sounds like telling
women that his name was cal him because yes.
Speaker 5 (11:22):
He was impersonating someone else.
Speaker 4 (11:24):
His guest tried to get back in the building by
banging on the front door, and she cut her hand open,
hence the blood. Somehow she got back into the building
a mystery that remains to this day, and banged all
over Colin's door, spreading blood. The squatter didn't want to
get kicked out, so he played dead until the police arrived,
unzipped the sleeping bag, and this guy was totally fine.
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This guy sounds fun.
Speaker 2 (11:47):
This guy at least has a creative mind. Yes, he's
got some great ideas, and he's got some bad habits.
Speaker 4 (11:53):
I bet you he's a Gemini. Just saying that's a Gemini,
I bet he's He's more fun. Need this to say.
The calling got kicked out and the squatter had nothing
left to sleep on, so he left too. I stayed
in that apartment for almost another year, with countless police encounters,
drug dealers, unwanted guests, et cetera. I think I lived there.
Speaker 3 (12:12):
If it was a Hollywood, I'm so familiar.
Speaker 4 (12:15):
Stay sexygant, don't fake your own death, Angie.
Speaker 3 (12:19):
I mean that was the payoff right there.
Speaker 4 (12:21):
It's just like weird after weird after weird.
Speaker 5 (12:23):
It's all drug decision making.
Speaker 2 (12:26):
This is the thing that you lose sight of if
you're going to be a drunk or drug addict, is
that you think what you're doing makes perfect sense.
Speaker 5 (12:33):
Yeah, and there is now your life. You're making sense.
Speaker 3 (12:36):
It's all clicking here.
Speaker 2 (12:37):
Hold on, I'm going to get away from the cops
by literally playing that, playing possum in an apartment.
Speaker 3 (12:44):
I'm squatting in.
Speaker 4 (12:45):
They'll never they'll never get this.
Speaker 2 (12:48):
They'll never get me. They'll never get me. I'm not
going to read you the subject line of this. It says, Hi,
Karen and Georgia. My name is brook Lynn. It's a
hyphenated brook and it says I'm from Florida and I've
been listening to you both since I was in high school.
Love the show so much. Thank you for making something
that's made me obsess over every strange news headline for years.
Speaker 4 (13:10):
Yeah from Florida.
Speaker 2 (13:11):
Fuck yeah, Really, Brooklyn just needs to look out the
window and be like, oh, yeah, that's what they're talking about.
Do you know that saying you've probably walked past a
murder and you didn't even know it. Well, dot dot dot.
I sat next to one in fourth grade. Let's call
her Kate. Kate and I sat next to each other
in elementary school. Even back then, she was getting into trouble.
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She'd stir up drama and class, cheat on tests, and
one time stole from the book fair.
Speaker 4 (13:40):
Shit in fourth grade?
Speaker 5 (13:44):
How dare you dismirch the book fair?
Speaker 4 (13:47):
Scholastic book fair is sacred place. How dare you?
Speaker 2 (13:51):
Oh? Also sorry? There's a parenthetical here that right after
it says, which was the hot topic for all of
us fourth graders to discuss at recess? Ye's so funny,
but weirdly, and this is my favorite ending to this paragraph.
But weirdly, she was always super nice to me. I
remember her offering to share her sparkly lipgloss with me,
like we were besties. After fifth grade, I moved schools
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in completely lost touch. Fast forward to twenty twenty three.
I'm scrolling the news and I see her face on
Facebook for the first time in years. She's been arrested
for shooting and killing her boyfriend. According to investigators, she
gave conflicting statements about how and why it happened, but
she claimed it was an accident and that she didn't
mean to shoot him. It came out that she ended
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up shooting him in the face while they were in bed.
She was later charged with culpable negligence. I went from
sharing lipgloss with her to reading her name in a
murder headline to think. I thought the biggest crime she'd
ever commit was stealing a Goosebumps book.
Speaker 3 (14:50):
Anyway, the moral of the.
Speaker 5 (14:51):
Story always say yes to the lip gloss.
Speaker 3 (14:53):
It could save your life.
Speaker 5 (14:55):
Stay sexy, and don't get murdered.
Speaker 4 (14:57):
Brooklyn in bed and culpable, Like was she saying as
accidental they were playing with a gun in bed or something?
Speaker 5 (15:06):
I mean, who knows, but it's horrify horrifying.
Speaker 4 (15:10):
Yeah, god wow, Okay, this one's called note to my
favorite murder. Oh all right, and unfortunately they're making me
start this way. Yo, yo yo. I've been holding back
on writing this strictly because my attention span just can't
be trusted to complete a task. So maybe this is
sent finished. Maybe not here we go. I'm like, honesty, Yeah,
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let's set the scene. It's the nineteen nineties and my
mom needs to shop, so she drops my older brother
eleven and I eight, off of the arcade in the mall.
As you do. She lets us know don't take candy
from strangers, and off she goes. I'm hitting these ticket
games hard focused. I've got my eye on the prizes.
I've not seen my brother in approximately one hundred hours
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because he's on the other side of this place doing
those older brother lame kill everyone games with zero prizes.
Speaker 3 (16:00):
Fuck, yeah, that's true.
Speaker 4 (16:02):
A man comes in and he's like, hey, do you
want more tickets? I've got some in my car outside me.
You bet I do so, off I go walking out
of the arcade, was said man. I see the exit
of the mall just steps away. My brother comes out
and he yells at me. You can't leave. Mom said,
no strangers me. Mom said not to take candy from strangers.
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She said, nothing about tickets. What an idiot of a
brother I have. I thought, just let a girl live
a little. Unfortunately, the man was no longer next to
me and was walking out of the doors quite quickly.
Run after him, but he also ran. She ran after
her kidnapper.
Speaker 5 (16:46):
Yep, and he was like, get the hell away from me.
Speaker 4 (16:49):
This kid's brother's a mark.
Speaker 2 (16:51):
Shit.
Speaker 4 (16:52):
I was so mad at my brother the rest of
the time in the arcade. I even immediately told my
mom when she came back, to my surprise, I got
in trouble. Yeah, what did we learn? Be specific with
your instructions, because candy and tickets are not the same.
Thanks for sticking with me. I almost gave up several times. Okay,
this is the end by still not kidnapped Jessica.
Speaker 2 (17:13):
Jessica an incredible job, half ass or no.
Speaker 3 (17:16):
Yeah, what a good story.
Speaker 2 (17:18):
And also I love the idea she's trying to spin
it that it was that her mom needed to be
more specific where it's like you are, you're parsing words,
You're trying to get kidnapped on a technicality please see
the forest for the trees here.
Speaker 4 (17:34):
And having an older brother who would have done that.
I bet he did it, like to get her in trouble,
not to save her.
Speaker 3 (17:39):
He wasn't worried.
Speaker 4 (17:40):
He was like, you're not allowed to leave. Mom said
not like, hey, you.
Speaker 2 (17:44):
Don't get to have more fun somewhere else exactly. Oh
my god, thank god for that.
Speaker 4 (17:50):
Oh I ran like he was fucking kid ever.
Speaker 3 (17:52):
Yeah, it was all real. That was a real situation.
Speaker 5 (17:55):
The guy ran and she ran after him. I'm on
my tickets, motherfucker.
Speaker 3 (18:04):
Okay, I'm not going to read you.
Speaker 2 (18:05):
The subject line it says, Hi, Karen and Georgia Day
one listener all the way from Glasgow, Scotland.
Speaker 3 (18:11):
Hi did you guys go to Glasgow?
Speaker 4 (18:13):
You went to Edinburgh. But you and I have been
to Glasgow.
Speaker 3 (18:15):
Yes, I've been as citizen.
Speaker 4 (18:17):
Oh that's kay.
Speaker 3 (18:18):
Yeah, I love that place.
Speaker 2 (18:20):
Okay, it says you may not know this, but there
was a time when Glasgow was simultaneously the murder capital
of Europe and Europe's friendliest city. And I have the
perfect story to explain why love that it is that
is so perfect for that place.
Speaker 3 (18:35):
It's amazing.
Speaker 2 (18:36):
My dad loved to drink, as most Scotts do, and
one night, while walking home from the pub, he was
battered and mugged. However, somehow, still willing to chance his luck,
he called after his attacker to ask if he could
at least have his bus fare back. The attacker marched
over to him. But did he beat my dad more
for his cheek which is Scottish for sassiness. Yeah, yep, nope.
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He gave back the money he needed to get home safely.
So that's Glasgow for you. You might get beaten and robbed,
but we'll at least get you home safely afterwards.
Speaker 3 (19:08):
Oh my god.
Speaker 2 (19:09):
And then it says, uh, we lost my lovely dad
last year after a short battle with cancer. A few
months later, I got pregnant with my first child as
soon as I came off the pill, and my babies
do date. Well, it was only my dad's birthday. If
that's not a sign that your loved ones still look
out for you, then I don't know what is. Oh
say sexy and always chance your luck?
Speaker 3 (19:31):
DEMI, Wow, that was perfect. That was perfect.
Speaker 4 (19:35):
That was perfect. Yeah, my last one's called strange coincidences. Lighthearted. Hi, y'all,
this is my mom Lynn's story that I bore witness to.
The summer after I turned nineteen, circa twenty eleven, my
godmother Ronda passed away and her partner decided against a
funeral or celebration of life. Wow, that wouldn't deter my mom.
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She had met Ronda in the eighties while working in
the kitchens at our local military so she tracked down
everyone from their old work crew and got them together
to tell stories and drink far too much. I got
to help hunt for everyone using Facebook and the phone book,
as she had lost touch with some twenty plus years prior.
Eventually we got a hold of all but one of
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the crew, and everyone decided on a day. As I
sat in the corner of the table listening to the
stories of what my mom and her friends got up
to at my age. I looked up, gasped, and elbowed
my mom. Hey, isn't that Shirley question Mark, the friend
no one could get in touch with, happened to be
in the same pub celebrating her niece's birthday. What Yeah,
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no one could fucking track her down. She's in the place.
My mom goes over and Shirley bounces between the two
groups until her niece's group is ready to head out
after several hours and several jugs of Kamikaze, and then says,
think vodka margarita. I know, you know, Karen knows that recipe.
Our group is the last table in there. Our waitress
comes up to the table with the phone and asked,
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did anyone call a cab for Ronda. The whole group
goes dead silent and just stares at the poor waitress
until someone says, no, we are in fact there to
mourn Ronda. Extra twist, another lady from the group had
lost her husband about a month prior. He was a
cab driver, and this was exact kind of joke him
and Ronda would have played. I'd like to think that
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all The coincidences of that night were Ronda pushing the
group together and reminding everyone to lighten the fuck up,
stay sexy, and don't be afraid to reach out to
old friends. Zoe.
Speaker 3 (21:33):
Oh, that's so sweet.
Speaker 4 (21:35):
I love coincidences.
Speaker 2 (21:36):
I mean the fact that that friend was actually there.
I really wish we got a little description of what
her reaction was, because how weird would that be to
be the person everyone's been searching for and you're just
like out at your niece's birthday or whatever.
Speaker 4 (21:49):
All of it. I love, just like the random running
into people that is so fucking weird and unexpected. Send
us yours at my favorite murder at Gmail, yes, and
describe what it was like. We want to know.
Speaker 3 (21:59):
Yes, that's right.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
How much people freak out the screaming, They go ahead,
just get creative with it and in the meantime, stay sexy.
Speaker 4 (22:08):
And don't get murdered.
Speaker 5 (22:10):
Good Bye, Bye bye, Elvis.
Speaker 4 (22:12):
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 3 (22:21):
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Speaker 4 (22:23):
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Speaker 3 (22:25):
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Speaker 4 (22:27):
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Speaker 2 (22:29):
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Speaker 3 (22:44):
Yey bye bye
Hello, Hello, and welcome to my favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
Hi Joys, Hey, I yes, I have a really good
one to start off. It's very centric to my experience,
but I think you'll be able to relate in just
the insanity of this story, so.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
I won't read you this subject line.
Speaker 2 (00:39):
It says, Hi, Karena Georgia, my husband and I, and
then in parentheses it says.
Speaker 3 (00:43):
Both PhDs live.
Speaker 2 (00:46):
Really us too, us too live in Davis, California with
our drag queen Chihuahua, Rue Powell and it's pa w L.
Speaker 3 (00:55):
Of course it is uh huh.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
And she's got her own Instagram handle if anybody wants
to go check it, love it anybody named Georgia. We
moved here from Boulder, Colorado, over a year ago, where
we lived about two miles from Joanponny Ramsay's home three
exclamation points. We wanted to write in for years because
we've had multiple supernatural experiences, including a haunting in our
old San Francisco home, but this recent one felt like
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it was made for the MFM audience. As Karen might
already know, Davis is fifteen miles outside of Sacramento and
is usually described as a haven for bikers and walkers.
There's a beautiful green belt that connects the neighborhoods, tree
lined and safe feeling even at night. It is a
really lovely little college town.
Speaker 4 (01:38):
I really thought bikers as in like motorcycle beings for
a minute.
Speaker 2 (01:42):
That's very different, just those mountain bikers where the bike
never sees a mountain. So one warm summer evening not
long ago, we were out walking Roueol when my husband
saw a short, shadowy figure dart across the path. At
first he thought it was an animal, but it seemed
too tall, about four feet, and it moved like it
was on two legs, not four. We kept going until
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we turned a corner and saw it again, a four
foot tall shadow figure standing still near a tree about
fifty feet away. It wasn't just dark, it was darker
than the surrounding shadows, like the blackest black. That's when
RuPaul pulled back hard on the leash, basically saying nope,
absolutely not, and started dragging us back home.
Speaker 3 (02:23):
And we did not argue.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
We power walked the rest of the way, looking over
our shoulder and both confirming, yes, you saw it too.
Right once inside our home, we locked the doors and
texted a friend who lived in Davis for years. Her response, Oh, yeah,
I used to see short shadow figures running across my
backyard all the time. You just learned to coexist.
Speaker 1 (02:43):
Short shadow figures are like a known entity. Go bye,
I'm moving, it says, right here. Nope again, it says spooked.
And Unsatisfied with my friend's resigned response, I googled shadow
figures Davis Greenbelt. The first thing I found was the
widely reported DID twenty twenty three case of Carlos Domingez,
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a former UC Davis student who committed a series of stabbings,
and during his trial, he testified that he believed he
was attacking shape shifting shadow figures, not actual people. His victims, tragically,
were real people. His testimony at his trial revealed that
he has profound mental health struggles and terrifying illusions about
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shadow figures. Reading this made us wonder what if these
shadow people were more than just hallucinations. The second thing
I found was folklore, where some local stories mention encountering
the ghosts of twin girls in the vicinity of the
Davis Green Belt, though there is no factual evidence to
support these claims. This legend says the twins sometimes appear
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peering through windows of nearby homes or along the path.
This ghost story is part of Davis folklore, but there
are no police reports or concrete evidence of ghostly children
in the green Belt. Our eyes that evening beg to
differ guardless, and needless to say, we now carry a
massive flashlight on our walks and sage the house as
soon as we come back home, just in case anything
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supernatural follows us. Thank you for all the wit, comfort,
and keen storytelling you bring. You have kept us company
on countless road trips, commutes and Saturday cleaning sessions. Stay
sexy and don't go chasing shadowy figures? Jose Arturo and RuPaul?
Speaker 4 (04:23):
How has it almost been ten years and this is
the first we're hearing about shadow figures in Davis, California?
Like right, it kind of gives me hope that everyone
hasn't written in their like we don't know every folk.
You know what I mean? Yes, because you know, like
you know those ones that you always hear like on
unsolved mysteries, of like little children push your car across
the bridge, Send those to us? How do we how
do we not know about.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
This, and also don't tell ros Hernandez over on Ghosted
by ros Hernandez, because I bet you some of those
stories are going over there. But I love the fact
that Jose and artrurou knew that we would love this
because it is like, wait, what just happened? And then
it is slightly connected. It's like they are witnessing that
man who committed those horrible crimes. It's like, but other
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people are witnessing this perhaps as well.
Speaker 4 (05:07):
That's chilling. That is so chilling.
Speaker 3 (05:09):
Really quite a story.
Speaker 4 (05:11):
All right, changing pace, I'm not going to read you
the title of this one. Hi, Karen Georgia and MFM crew,
I just finished the minisode where you mentioned sharing that
story that your friends always make you tell at parties. Well,
here is mine. I moved back to Denver in early
twenty sixteen after a brief hiatus slash mid twenties crisis
in California, with all my belongings in my car and
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no permanent home. I've done that, yeah, scary. I stayed
with friends for a couple of weeks while I searched
for housing and finally had some luck. I found a
studio apartment on the cheap on Craigslist, really centrally located.
When I went to check it out, the place was
a wreck with fist size holes in the wall, but
the property manager insisted it would be in perfect condition
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when she was done with it, and, feeling desperate, I applied.
Less than twenty four hours later, they called to say
they wanted to rent it to me. Read flag because
now I know they don't background check anyone. It's a
minute to get any legit check back.
Speaker 2 (06:05):
Oh that's a great point. If you get accepted to
an apartment building that immediately says yes, that means that
other people in that apartment building aren't have not been checked.
Speaker 4 (06:14):
I would never even thought of that. I would have
bet yay. Instead, it's like, no, this is bad.
Speaker 3 (06:19):
Yeah, think it through. That's a wow, wow scary.
Speaker 4 (06:22):
When I went back, it was all cleaned up, and
I decided to sign the lease. Not moments after the
ink dried. The manager let me know that the previous
tenant was sent back to prison, but that there was
nothing to worry about. And then it says disclosure.
Speaker 3 (06:33):
Laws question work question.
Speaker 4 (06:35):
I quickly found out from a neighbor that said tenant
was dealing heroin out of the apartment, violating his parole
and was sent back for life. Shockingly, that part of
the story is a dead end, so as no former
customers showed up at my door. I received a couple
pieces of mail from the doc for him, but that
was it. This isn't the story about that?
Speaker 5 (06:56):
Oh okay, well thanks on kind of a relief, all right.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
The first night I slept in my new studio, the
ten and above, came home around two thirty am with
a group of people and proceeded, you have a party.
I was unemployed at this point, getting up early every
day to hit the pavement. The guests rolled out of
the complex around seven am, just as I was getting up.
I had that I had an upstairs neighbor who like
worked like motorcycle boots when she got home from bartending
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and just plomped around her fucking apartment and then like
take off your shoes.
Speaker 3 (07:25):
Yeah, just one simple act.
Speaker 4 (07:28):
I decided to let it go, except it happened every
night for a week. I tried earplugs, fans, movies, et cetera,
to no avail. Finally, one night, I was so pissed
I went upstairs to say something, but when I was
outside the door. I heard a click and this guy
say I've never held a gun before.
Speaker 3 (07:44):
Uh oh.
Speaker 4 (07:45):
I bolted downstairs and sat in the kitchen in case
this yahoo accidentally fired the gun and it went through
my ceiling. The next day, I went upstairs and I
could hear the tenant in there. I knocked, but no
one answered. I left a note basically explaining my need
for quiet and I didn't want to cramp anyone's style,
but could he or she keep it down. I'd left
my phone number, but never heard from them. The tenant
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continued to come home every day around two thirty am,
but no more parties. It quickly became part of my routine.
I found out from a neighbor that the tenant was
a man named Colin who worked at a bar around town.
I never saw him, but over time I created this
idea of who I thought Colin was. I woke up
in the wee hours of my birthday, April twenty seventh,
wo to Colin bringing home a date around four am.
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This had never happened before, and I immediately turned on
Netflix because I didn't want to be involved. Too bad,
because not five minutes in the woman started shouting fuck me.
Colin over and over again. About thirty minutes went by,
and I heard you're a piece of shit. Everyone I
dated is a piece of shit, followed by a door
slam and stomping down the stairs. Later that morning, my
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parents called to wish me happy birthday, and I proceeded
to tell them I was going to kill my upstairs
neighbor due to his prolonged shenanigans. All tenants received a
text from management later that day as if we had
info about the disturbance, now is my chance. I called
and let them know my upstairs neighbor had a guest
and they got in a fight. The manager let me
know that they received multiple complaints because the guests exited
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the building and then tried to get back in by
ringing everyone's doorbells. Oh, I'm just pressing all the intercom buttons.
Speaker 2 (09:19):
I'm being delivered back to like my drinking twenties and
all the garbage that you spent your time either doing
or being the recipient of that was just always stressful
and bad.
Speaker 4 (09:31):
Just chaos.
Speaker 2 (09:32):
Everything is chaos, constant chaos, and then you're like why
does everything suck? And it's like put the Jaegermeister down
for five goddamn minutes.
Speaker 4 (09:40):
Okay, Luckily my bell was broken, so I missed out
on that part. I decided then to let them know
about my previous noise issues and told me Colin had
twenty four hours to come forward or they'd evict him.
That night, I went to sleep like a baby. I
left the building around four thirty am to get to
the airport as I was going to visit my parents
in California. I landed in Arizona the first leg of
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my flight to a voicemail that said, Hey, Angie, we
got ahold of Colin and he says he's been in
Texas for the last three weeks, so your stories don't
match up.
Speaker 3 (10:09):
Call us.
Speaker 4 (10:11):
I'm like, what the hell? So I called and proceeded
to tell my landlord about the sex having and the
quote fuck me Colin. To prove my story, my landlord
was in the building while we were on the phone,
and as we were talking, he went upstairs and found
Colin's door open, blood all over the door, and a
figure zipped up in a mummy style sleeping bag, non
responsive on the floor. No, the landlord said, in forty
(10:34):
years of being a landlord, I've never had a homicide.
There's a first for everything. Let me call you back.
Speaker 3 (10:39):
Oh my god.
Speaker 4 (10:40):
At this point I was freaking out because one dead
man question Mark, but two I had threatened to kill
him out loud. What if someone overheard me? And now
it looked like I'd fled the state.
Speaker 3 (10:49):
Oh yeah, I.
Speaker 4 (10:50):
Landed in California from my second leg to another voicemail
that said, hi, Angie, we spoke with Colin again, and
it turns out he gave his keys to a friend.
The friend has been impersonating him the whole time and
is claiming squatter's rights and refusing to leave. What We
need you to sign an affidavit so we can evict him.
Speaker 5 (11:07):
Holy shit, this.
Speaker 4 (11:09):
Is like I've this never got that bad for me
to think. Fucking guh No. I got back to Denver
to find out that this dude had totally moved into
Colin's apartment and was on drugs. It sounds like telling
women that his name was cal him because yes.
Speaker 5 (11:22):
He was impersonating someone else.
Speaker 4 (11:24):
His guest tried to get back in the building by
banging on the front door, and she cut her hand open,
hence the blood. Somehow she got back into the building
a mystery that remains to this day, and banged all
over Colin's door, spreading blood. The squatter didn't want to
get kicked out, so he played dead until the police arrived,
unzipped the sleeping bag, and this guy was totally fine.
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This guy sounds fun.
Speaker 2 (11:47):
This guy at least has a creative mind. Yes, he's
got some great ideas, and he's got some bad habits.
Speaker 4 (11:53):
I bet you he's a Gemini. Just saying that's a Gemini,
I bet he's He's more fun. Need this to say.
The calling got kicked out and the squatter had nothing
left to sleep on, so he left too. I stayed
in that apartment for almost another year, with countless police encounters,
drug dealers, unwanted guests, et cetera. I think I lived there.
Speaker 3 (12:12):
If it was a Hollywood, I'm so familiar.
Speaker 4 (12:15):
Stay sexygant, don't fake your own death, Angie.
Speaker 3 (12:19):
I mean that was the payoff right there.
Speaker 4 (12:21):
It's just like weird after weird after weird.
Speaker 5 (12:23):
It's all drug decision making.
Speaker 2 (12:26):
This is the thing that you lose sight of if
you're going to be a drunk or drug addict, is
that you think what you're doing makes perfect sense.
Speaker 5 (12:33):
Yeah, and there is now your life. You're making sense.
Speaker 3 (12:36):
It's all clicking here.
Speaker 2 (12:37):
Hold on, I'm going to get away from the cops
by literally playing that, playing possum in an apartment.
Speaker 3 (12:44):
I'm squatting in.
Speaker 4 (12:45):
They'll never they'll never get this.
Speaker 2 (12:48):
They'll never get me. They'll never get me. I'm not
going to read you the subject line of this. It says, Hi,
Karen and Georgia. My name is brook Lynn. It's a
hyphenated brook and it says I'm from Florida and I've
been listening to you both since I was in high school.
Love the show so much. Thank you for making something
that's made me obsess over every strange news headline for years.
Speaker 4 (13:10):
Yeah from Florida.
Speaker 2 (13:11):
Fuck yeah, Really, Brooklyn just needs to look out the
window and be like, oh, yeah, that's what they're talking about.
Do you know that saying you've probably walked past a
murder and you didn't even know it. Well, dot dot dot.
I sat next to one in fourth grade. Let's call
her Kate. Kate and I sat next to each other
in elementary school. Even back then, she was getting into trouble.
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She'd stir up drama and class, cheat on tests, and
one time stole from the book fair.
Speaker 4 (13:40):
Shit in fourth grade?
Speaker 5 (13:44):
How dare you dismirch the book fair?
Speaker 4 (13:47):
Scholastic book fair is sacred place. How dare you?
Speaker 2 (13:51):
Oh? Also sorry? There's a parenthetical here that right after
it says, which was the hot topic for all of
us fourth graders to discuss at recess? Ye's so funny,
but weirdly, and this is my favorite ending to this paragraph.
But weirdly, she was always super nice to me. I
remember her offering to share her sparkly lipgloss with me,
like we were besties. After fifth grade, I moved schools
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in completely lost touch. Fast forward to twenty twenty three.
I'm scrolling the news and I see her face on
Facebook for the first time in years. She's been arrested
for shooting and killing her boyfriend. According to investigators, she
gave conflicting statements about how and why it happened, but
she claimed it was an accident and that she didn't
mean to shoot him. It came out that she ended
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up shooting him in the face while they were in bed.
She was later charged with culpable negligence. I went from
sharing lipgloss with her to reading her name in a
murder headline to think. I thought the biggest crime she'd
ever commit was stealing a Goosebumps book.
Speaker 3 (14:50):
Anyway, the moral of the.
Speaker 5 (14:51):
Story always say yes to the lip gloss.
Speaker 3 (14:53):
It could save your life.
Speaker 5 (14:55):
Stay sexy, and don't get murdered.
Speaker 4 (14:57):
Brooklyn in bed and culpable, Like was she saying as
accidental they were playing with a gun in bed or something?
Speaker 5 (15:06):
I mean, who knows, but it's horrify horrifying.
Speaker 4 (15:10):
Yeah, god wow, Okay, this one's called note to my
favorite murder. Oh all right, and unfortunately they're making me
start this way. Yo, yo yo. I've been holding back
on writing this strictly because my attention span just can't
be trusted to complete a task. So maybe this is
sent finished. Maybe not here we go. I'm like, honesty, Yeah,
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let's set the scene. It's the nineteen nineties and my
mom needs to shop, so she drops my older brother
eleven and I eight, off of the arcade in the mall.
As you do. She lets us know don't take candy
from strangers, and off she goes. I'm hitting these ticket
games hard focused. I've got my eye on the prizes.
I've not seen my brother in approximately one hundred hours
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because he's on the other side of this place doing
those older brother lame kill everyone games with zero prizes.
Speaker 3 (16:00):
Fuck, yeah, that's true.
Speaker 4 (16:02):
A man comes in and he's like, hey, do you
want more tickets? I've got some in my car outside me.
You bet I do so, off I go walking out
of the arcade, was said man. I see the exit
of the mall just steps away. My brother comes out
and he yells at me. You can't leave. Mom said,
no strangers me. Mom said not to take candy from strangers.
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She said, nothing about tickets. What an idiot of a
brother I have. I thought, just let a girl live
a little. Unfortunately, the man was no longer next to
me and was walking out of the doors quite quickly.
Run after him, but he also ran. She ran after
her kidnapper.
Speaker 5 (16:46):
Yep, and he was like, get the hell away from me.
Speaker 4 (16:49):
This kid's brother's a mark.
Speaker 2 (16:51):
Shit.
Speaker 4 (16:52):
I was so mad at my brother the rest of
the time in the arcade. I even immediately told my
mom when she came back, to my surprise, I got
in trouble. Yeah, what did we learn? Be specific with
your instructions, because candy and tickets are not the same.
Thanks for sticking with me. I almost gave up several times. Okay,
this is the end by still not kidnapped Jessica.
Speaker 2 (17:13):
Jessica an incredible job, half ass or no.
Speaker 3 (17:16):
Yeah, what a good story.
Speaker 2 (17:18):
And also I love the idea she's trying to spin
it that it was that her mom needed to be
more specific where it's like you are, you're parsing words,
You're trying to get kidnapped on a technicality please see
the forest for the trees here.
Speaker 4 (17:34):
And having an older brother who would have done that.
I bet he did it, like to get her in trouble,
not to save her.
Speaker 3 (17:39):
He wasn't worried.
Speaker 4 (17:40):
He was like, you're not allowed to leave. Mom said
not like, hey, you.
Speaker 2 (17:44):
Don't get to have more fun somewhere else exactly. Oh
my god, thank god for that.
Speaker 4 (17:50):
Oh I ran like he was fucking kid ever.
Speaker 3 (17:52):
Yeah, it was all real. That was a real situation.
Speaker 5 (17:55):
The guy ran and she ran after him. I'm on
my tickets, motherfucker.
Speaker 3 (18:04):
Okay, I'm not going to read you.
Speaker 2 (18:05):
The subject line it says, Hi, Karen and Georgia Day
one listener all the way from Glasgow, Scotland.
Speaker 3 (18:11):
Hi did you guys go to Glasgow?
Speaker 4 (18:13):
You went to Edinburgh. But you and I have been
to Glasgow.
Speaker 3 (18:15):
Yes, I've been as citizen.
Speaker 4 (18:17):
Oh that's kay.
Speaker 3 (18:18):
Yeah, I love that place.
Speaker 2 (18:20):
Okay, it says you may not know this, but there
was a time when Glasgow was simultaneously the murder capital
of Europe and Europe's friendliest city. And I have the
perfect story to explain why love that it is that
is so perfect for that place.
Speaker 3 (18:35):
It's amazing.
Speaker 2 (18:36):
My dad loved to drink, as most Scotts do, and
one night, while walking home from the pub, he was
battered and mugged. However, somehow, still willing to chance his luck,
he called after his attacker to ask if he could
at least have his bus fare back. The attacker marched
over to him. But did he beat my dad more
for his cheek which is Scottish for sassiness. Yeah, yep, nope.
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He gave back the money he needed to get home safely.
So that's Glasgow for you. You might get beaten and robbed,
but we'll at least get you home safely afterwards.
Speaker 3 (19:08):
Oh my god.
Speaker 2 (19:09):
And then it says, uh, we lost my lovely dad
last year after a short battle with cancer. A few
months later, I got pregnant with my first child as
soon as I came off the pill, and my babies
do date. Well, it was only my dad's birthday. If
that's not a sign that your loved ones still look
out for you, then I don't know what is. Oh
say sexy and always chance your luck?
Speaker 3 (19:31):
DEMI, Wow, that was perfect. That was perfect.
Speaker 4 (19:35):
That was perfect. Yeah, my last one's called strange coincidences. Lighthearted. Hi, y'all,
this is my mom Lynn's story that I bore witness to.
The summer after I turned nineteen, circa twenty eleven, my
godmother Ronda passed away and her partner decided against a
funeral or celebration of life. Wow, that wouldn't deter my mom.
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She had met Ronda in the eighties while working in
the kitchens at our local military so she tracked down
everyone from their old work crew and got them together
to tell stories and drink far too much. I got
to help hunt for everyone using Facebook and the phone book,
as she had lost touch with some twenty plus years prior.
Eventually we got a hold of all but one of
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the crew, and everyone decided on a day. As I
sat in the corner of the table listening to the
stories of what my mom and her friends got up
to at my age. I looked up, gasped, and elbowed
my mom. Hey, isn't that Shirley question Mark, the friend
no one could get in touch with, happened to be
in the same pub celebrating her niece's birthday. What Yeah,
(20:39):
no one could fucking track her down. She's in the place.
My mom goes over and Shirley bounces between the two
groups until her niece's group is ready to head out
after several hours and several jugs of Kamikaze, and then says,
think vodka margarita. I know, you know, Karen knows that recipe.
Our group is the last table in there. Our waitress
comes up to the table with the phone and asked,
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did anyone call a cab for Ronda. The whole group
goes dead silent and just stares at the poor waitress
until someone says, no, we are in fact there to
mourn Ronda. Extra twist, another lady from the group had
lost her husband about a month prior. He was a
cab driver, and this was exact kind of joke him
and Ronda would have played. I'd like to think that
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all The coincidences of that night were Ronda pushing the
group together and reminding everyone to lighten the fuck up,
stay sexy, and don't be afraid to reach out to
old friends. Zoe.
Speaker 3 (21:33):
Oh, that's so sweet.
Speaker 4 (21:35):
I love coincidences.
Speaker 2 (21:36):
I mean the fact that that friend was actually there.
I really wish we got a little description of what
her reaction was, because how weird would that be to
be the person everyone's been searching for and you're just
like out at your niece's birthday or whatever.
Speaker 4 (21:49):
All of it. I love, just like the random running
into people that is so fucking weird and unexpected. Send
us yours at my favorite murder at Gmail, yes, and
describe what it was like. We want to know.
Speaker 3 (21:59):
Yes, that's right.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
How much people freak out the screaming, They go ahead,
just get creative with it and in the meantime, stay sexy.
Speaker 4 (22:08):
And don't get murdered.
Speaker 5 (22:10):
Good Bye, Bye bye, Elvis.
Speaker 4 (22:12):
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 3 (22:21):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 4 (22:23):
Our senior producers are Alle Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Speaker 3 (22:25):
Our editor is Aristotle las Veda.
Speaker 4 (22:27):
This episode was mixed by Leona Scolacci.
Speaker 2 (22:29):
Email your hometowns to my Favorite Murder at gmail dot com.
Speaker 4 (22:32):
And follow the show on Instagram at My Favorite Murder.
Speaker 2 (22:35):
Listen to My Favorite Murder on the iHeartRadio app, Apple
Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker 4 (22:39):
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Speaker 3 (22:44):
Yey bye bye
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Karen Kilgariff
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