July 31, 2023 • 28 mins
This week’s hometowns include a train derailment disaster and a serial killer at a summer camp.
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Speaker 1 (00:06):
Last.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode.
Speaker 3 (00:21):
There it is the title ding ding ding.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
Are you ready?
Speaker 3 (00:27):
Are you ready? You first? Me first?
Speaker 2 (00:30):
Whatever you want? What do you feel?
Speaker 3 (00:32):
Let's see what do I have at the end? Do
you have like a good I have a good heart
warming one at the end of one of them.
Speaker 2 (00:37):
Oh? Is it a tear drinker?
Speaker 3 (00:38):
No, it's funny, okay, whatever, I don't know what that means.
You go first.
Speaker 2 (00:42):
I have a little bit of a tear drinker.
Speaker 3 (00:44):
So if I go, then you go, and then I go,
and then you go, you'll be last. I'll be last,
all right, So I'll go first. This.
Speaker 2 (00:52):
We've only been doing this for seven years.
Speaker 3 (00:56):
Here's a new thing we didn't know we need.
Speaker 2 (00:58):
This.
Speaker 3 (00:58):
One's called train derailment. Oh yeah, hello, Karen Georgia and company.
Insert you're gonna love this. Insert mushing, gushing and blushing
first mine or mushy mushing gushing and that is kind
of gross.
Speaker 2 (01:17):
Oh that's better because then also rhymes. Yeah, that's the idea. Mushing, lushing, mushing,
bushing and bushing. Huh.
Speaker 3 (01:27):
I'm a long time listener, first time writer. In our
twenty six year old child from Montana. I live in
the quote city nearby Ennis, which was mentioned in another
Murderino story about Quake Lake. Hearing his story, I knew
I how to write in about my hometown and how
it almost went up in flames. I have ADHD, so
keeping the nogging squirrels in their respective places is a challenge.
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Apologies if this is long. My story starts before I
was born in Belt, Montana, nineteen seventy six. A little
preface here. My grandparents own two houses. Was in the
small town of Belts and the second was twenty miles
away in the back country where the ranch still sits today.
Think Deliverance, which was a great reference to sure You're home.
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It's the day after Thanksgiving. My grandpa and two of
my uncles had gone up to the ranch to tend
to the cows as calving was about to start. My
grandma and my dad, who was seventeen at the time,
stayed in town for the day to get supplies to
meet up with the rest of the family at the
ranch later on, around three pm, my grandma and dad
were walking over the bridge to the grocery store slash
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gas station when a blast that could be heard from
miles away erupted, shaking the sleepy town awake. A tanker
car from Burlington Northern Locomotive hauling propane, had jumped the
track as it was crossing the viaduct on the main
road into town, landing directly below. Thousands of pounds of
pressurized propane exploded from the first car, spilling into the
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road and down into the town. The second car struck
a fire one hundred gallon gas tank at the Farmers'
Union co Op situated near the train tracks. An ignited
mixture of propane and gasoline was quickly racing towards the
heart of the downtown Belt. My grandma, Dad, and the
rest of the community were scrambling to get people to
safety and prevent the fire from traveling and causing more damage. Luckily,
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the Highway department, having just loaded their trucks with sand
for the roads as it had just snowed the night before,
caught wind of the explosion and were en route Ooh.
A sanddyke was quickly built, diverting the mixture into Belt Creek,
which ran along through the center of town. According to
my grandma. When the disaster was relatively under control, my
grandpa and uncles reappeared. They heard the explosion and came
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back into town to see what happened. My grandpa found
my grandma and dad and muttered, what the hell, loaded
the family up and headed back to the ranch as
chores needed to be done. He was a delicate flower.
In the aftermath, two people were killed, twenty two were injured,
two hundred were evacuated, and at least a dozen houses
and structures were lost, slash damaged, and Belt Creek was
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heavily contaminated. Their probably cause was determined to be the
failure of an overloaded rail section which originated in the
undetected transverse fixture. Then it says dot dot dot whatever
that means. Had it not snow the night before, the
town of Belt would not have survived. Thanks Mother Nature
and your umpeccable timing. That's my story. If you ever
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read this, I will scream, cry and throw up. Thank
you for everything you do in advocating for all of
us and pushing the tough conversations that need to be had.
Stay sexy and watch out for those overloaded rail sections. Bertie,
she her Bertie.
Speaker 2 (04:39):
That is so scary. It also reminds me. I just
immediately thought there's a Crispine I think Morgan Freeman movie
Runaway Train, oh, which is what it made me think of.
But same idea where it's like, first of all, the
idea that that's pro paine and gas mixed.
Speaker 3 (04:56):
That's so sary things. It's like a firebomb, like rolling
towards your town.
Speaker 2 (05:02):
Yeah, it's oh good lord, Yeah that was a good one. Okay,
Well I'm gonna up at I'm going to up at
a notch. The subject of this email is serial killer
at my summer camp. Hello, my favorite ladies, pets and mustaches,
and just for your information, Georgia, that favorite has a
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U in it. So we I think we know a
little bit about who was writing to us.
Speaker 3 (05:25):
We got it.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Longtime listener, first time writer. I could honestly write a
book about how much you both mean to me. But
that's not what But that's not why we're here, are we.
Let's get into this. I grew up in the tiny
town of Gottarich, Ontario. There's no phonetic help there, so
I'm probably mispronouncing that, but it looks like Gotterich, Ontario.
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It's a beach town of around eight thousand people located
on Lake Huron. When I was a kid, my parents
never sent me to summer camp since we basically lived
on a beach. I begged for years to go, and
at the age of ten, they finally gave. I was
enrolled in a summer camp located about twenty minutes from home.
My parents figured that if I got homesick or hated it,
they could come pick me up. The camp itself was
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only one week long, but boy was that But boy
was that a week I'll never forget. The first few
days were totally normal, swimming, archery, crafts, and my favorite
part of the day evening campfire. Basically, we'd all sit
around a campfire and sing camp songs. I think it
was on the third or fourth night where things got weird.
Usually campfire would be about thirty to forty five minutes.
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Long After this, we'd all go to our cabins for
the evening and get ready for bed. This night, the
campfire seemed never ending. I swear we sang forty verses
of kumbai Ah. The fire kept going as it got
darker and darker outside. I think we were all beginning
to think something was wrong, especially when the camp director
came out to talk to us. She told us that
we had quote new rules to follow. They were one,
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you must get a counselor to go to the bathroom
with you at night. Two, you must never be alone,
always travel well with a buddy. Three you must stay
in sight of a counselor at all times.
Speaker 3 (07:05):
Holy shit.
Speaker 2 (07:06):
I thought it was weird, but I just figured there
was a bear or a wild animal on the loose.
The rest of the week was normal with the exception
of these rules. Saturday comes around and my family picks
me up. I was excited to get in the car
and tell my family all about my week. I don't
even think I had the time to close the car
door before my brother says there's a serial killer on
the loose. I laughed and thought he was just being
my dumb older brother trying to scare me. I told
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my parents to tell him to stop it, but they didn't. Instead,
my mom goes, we can talk about this when we
get home, but your brother's right. I of course started crying,
but more importantly, it was pissed that my parents didn't
come and pick me up.
Speaker 3 (07:39):
Ah. If that were my child, I'd be like, be
right there.
Speaker 2 (07:44):
Yeah, that's not how I was raised. They'd be like, oh,
you're fine.
Speaker 3 (07:50):
Why would they want you, of all people.
Speaker 2 (07:53):
Vicious, any opportunity to put you in your place. When
I got home, my parents locked all the doors and
my put baseball bats in all our bedrooms. The murderer's
name was Jesse Emerson. He was convicted of three counts
of murder and the second degree in two thousand and eight.
Apparently many parents called the camp to let them know
a serial killer was on the loose, but the camp
ultimately decided that they didn't need to send kids home
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and that we'd be fine. Very weird choice in all caps.
I honestly don't think it is a weird choice.
Speaker 3 (08:21):
I mean, I guess if it wasn't like at camp already,
if it was just like in the area, No, No,
I think it's a weird choice.
Speaker 2 (08:28):
I think, well, it would be interesting to know the
facts of how close this situation was to this camp.
Totally that must have been a consideration. But also like
if I worked at that camp, it'd be like, well,
everyone paid and we're all here already. Yeah, like completely
can see that logic. Yeah, absolutely, especially if it was
like a bunch of eighteen year olds, which most camps
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usually are very young people. He was finally caught and
eight days later and arrested. He's currently serving twenty five
years in prison. Although this story is terrifying to think about,
it's what got me into true crime, isn't that always
the way? Nothing like a killer almost invading your summer
camp to get a little murderino inside me to emerge.
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I love you two ladies so much. You're the highlight
of my very long work commutes, and I feel like
you're my two cool older sisters that I never had.
Stay sexy and maybe pick up your kid early from
summer camp. If there's a killer on the loose, Emma,
she her, Emma, I flatly disagree on your side.
Speaker 3 (09:29):
That is like bordering on neglect, I would say, and
very traumatizing.
Speaker 2 (09:35):
But only after the fact. Yeah, does it count as
being trauma if it's just a learned thing after the
fact that nothing actually happens to you.
Speaker 3 (09:43):
I don't know. Yeah, because it's not a threat anymore, right.
Speaker 2 (09:47):
I mean, why not take that opportunity to be grateful?
Speaker 3 (09:50):
How about the trauma is that your parents didn't care
enough to come get you.
Speaker 2 (09:53):
They were too busy to come pick you up. From
Extreme Danger.
Speaker 3 (10:00):
Camp. Okay, this is called the Swat Team bomb Squad,
and my dad gals pause and everyone else in between,
and says you asked, you really didn't and you shall
receive dads and bomb stories. This is a tadlong, but
I promise it's worth it. My dad used to work
at an undisclosed power supply company where he worked predominantly
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at the power plant facility. If you know anything about
most power plants, they are heavily gated and you cannot
just get in for funzies. So think top level secure work. Well,
the workers were trained to report anything suspicious to a supervisor.
The supervisor realized that was not happening as things were
left everywhere unattended, and he became fed up. So everyone
received a stir in talking to about being more aware
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of their surroundings blah blah blah, and that he may
start testing them. Now to the juice. One day, my
dad was working a shift by himself. He was writing
around the plants, checking things out, you know, making sure
nothing had exploded. Eventually, he entered a very secure part
of the plant that no no one was allowed to
be in except for select people like employees and contractors there,
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he found an ominous bag. This bag should not have
been there, and my dad was positive no one entered
this area, as he had been the only one around
the facility, so he started to wonder if this was
one of those tests trying not to get in trouble.
He reported it to the supervisor, who was completely unaware
of a mysterious bag of that nature and informed my
dad to evacuate the area immediately. The supervisor informed local authorities,
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and within minutes, the swat team and bomb squad was
at the power plant. Think of people in full body armor,
armored vehicles and weapons.
Speaker 2 (11:36):
Dropping in on a line from above.
Speaker 3 (11:38):
Oooh, so strong and capable swatty squatty my dad had
to guide them to the lonesome bag, where he witnessed
the swat team and bomb squad secure an impenetrable dome
on top of the bag and explode all of the
contents within. Oh. Everyone was sure it was a bomb
and that the plant was just saved. That was intel.
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A contractor who was there earlier came back looking for
his purple lunch bag that he had accidentally left behind.
You fool, Yes, my dad blew up someone's lunch. Oh well,
stay sexy and don't leave weird bags laying around in
secure environments.
Speaker 2 (12:17):
Ajw Oh well, oh well, oh well that's fine. Oh shit,
that's you know what I was thinking as you were
telling that, I was just like, Oh, this is crazy
and it's like someone trying to blow up a power plant.
That's so horrifying. And then it just like, what if
it was the dad's bag and he forgot he left
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it there just because I was trying to like run
scenarios in my head.
Speaker 3 (12:41):
Oh, how embarrassing.
Speaker 2 (12:43):
Okay, the subject line is a little long, but worth it.
The subject line of this one is unsolved shoe phone haunting,
Dear murder folk. When I was eleven in the mid
late nineties, my parents we were in our freshly wall
to wall carpeted basement watching a Denzil Washington movie from
the Dollar Video. I was upstairs in their bedroom talking
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to my girlfriend Michelle on the shoe phone. Not sure
if anyone else remembers this phone phenomenon, but I remember
thinking our shoe phone was the peak of cultural relevance. Yes,
remember the shoe phone.
Speaker 3 (13:17):
I don't remember a shoe phone. I remember we had
a duc phone, and there was the Hamburger phone.
Speaker 2 (13:22):
Shoe phone was like just a red high heeled show.
It was not great for a phone shape, yes, but
it was kind of you know, it was just glamorous
back then, Like we didn't have anything, so just a
shoe phone was like would blow doors like that Sports
Illustrated football phone was famous for like ten years, Garfield phone,
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Garfield Phone. I mean, it's just so.
Speaker 3 (13:45):
We had, guys, that's what we had back then to
look forward to.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
We had other objects turned into phones, and basically it
was like you had to be excited about a shoe.
Speaker 3 (13:54):
Yeah, And all I did was make calls incoming and
outcoming and outgoing. That's it, Okay.
Speaker 2 (14:00):
Continuing on with this story, girlfriend Michelle was home alone
at the time, not unusual for a rural Illinois tween
in the nineties. Michelle had one single non shoe phone
in her house and it was the kitchen wall phone
kind with the long curly cord. She sounded anxious when
I picked up because she heard a thump while she
was in the shower. Frankly, Michelle was always a scooch.
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It says a scooch, but I think they mean a
scooch dramatic.
Speaker 3 (14:25):
But scooch.
Speaker 2 (14:26):
But it says scooch, it gets funnier. It's always a
scooch dramatic. I figured my job as boyfriend was to
be supportive and reassure her that everything was fine. Blah
blah blah. We had maybe a forty five minute conversation
about school, Dawson's Creek, et CETERA very innocent relationship, likely
in part because I turned out to be gay. It's
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like when I first started reading it, I was just like, oh, yeah, okay, yes,
I got it.
Speaker 3 (14:51):
Got it.
Speaker 2 (14:52):
Suddenly Michelle got quiet and she said she heard something again.
I was thinking, God, more attention seeking behavior. But after
ten minutes, But after ten more minutes of talking, I
heard it too, an audible thump on her end of
the call. After a prolonged silence, I shakily said, Michelle,
what was that? And she whispered, I don't know. Before
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I could say anything else, there was a third voice
on the line. It's the Boogeyman. It sounded robotic somehow,
or like two or three voices were speaking simultaneously. I
have no idea. Whatever it was, it sounded malevolent. Michelle yelled,
what the fuck was that we were both overwhelmed with panic.
I could hear her crying. Everything was chaos and then went.
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While Michelle and I screamed hysterically, the voice started laughing,
a terrible guttural sound unlike anything I've heard in my life.
I was beside myself, despite Michelle's protests that I shouldn't
leave her alone. I set the shoe phone down and
trip ran down the stairs to tell my parents, who
were still calmly watching Denzel in the basement. They were
nonplussed at best, listening to their child deliver an impassioned,
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tear soaked plea that his friend was going to be
murdered by the Boogeyman if we didn't do something right now.
Goddamn it. I picked the phone back up and the
line had gone dead. Mom lamely mumbled something like, if
you're going to walk over there, be back by ten.
I most certainly was not going over there to end
up like Michelle, who I had no doubt was already dead.
I called her back several times, but she didn't pick up.
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I called some of our friends, and finally, after an
hour of calling and screen crying, to tooed board parents
Engross didn't much ado about nothing. The phone rang. It
was Michelle. Apparently, she sprinted out of her house and
ran to the neighbor's house in tears to wait for
her mom. A nice neighbor man she had never met,
went through the house with a baseball bat. No one
was there. To this day, Michelle swear she was not
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pranking me, and she has regularly told me that she
wouldn't be mad if I just fessed up. Besides, she
only had one landline in her house, and the boogeyman
sounded like they were on the line with us. At
my house, there was a second phone in the kitchen,
but my parents weren't practical jokers, and they likely would
have given up the ruse when they saw me screaming
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and crying and flailing for over an hour. I've had
a lot of time to rumin it do on this,
and it seems to me that there are three possibilities.
Option one, someone with advanced technology and or some connection
to the local telephone company could listen in on phone
conversations and happened to terrorize two eleven year olds at
the exact moment that something fell down in Michelle's house.
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Option two. Either Michelle or my parents have been lying
for thirty years. Please let it be number two. And
one of them is secretly an amazing actor and possessed
a voice changer that they used once and never again.
Maybe Michelle had me on three way with said voice
changer person possible, I guess, but eleven year old Michelle
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struggled to keep a secret for thirty minutes, much less
thirty years. Option three something sinister was with us on
the phone that night. Stay sexy and don't answer the
footwear Chris he him and then it says, PS, this
is gonna get you. My fiance Jordan and I bonded
over our love of your podcast when we first met
four years ago. Thanks for bringing a couple Midwestern gaze together.
Speaker 3 (18:12):
Oh my god, can we go to your wedding please?
Speaker 2 (18:16):
I mean it's like somebody somewhere our own separate version
of that.
Speaker 3 (18:21):
I love it. That was amazing, And I'm getting this
little memory. I had a very rebellious brother, older Braddy brother,
who was into like weird electronics, like CD radios. You
go to like radio shack and buy the weird things.
And I remember him maybe being able to tap into
someone else's phone line with the outside box. Yeah, so
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maybe he the person banged on the wall and then
did that and it was just fucking with them.
Speaker 2 (18:50):
Yeah, maybe it was. I'm so I would love to know,
like how many cousins Michelle had or what the neighbor kid.
But also if there was just some creepy purv that
was trying to scare her. Yeah, oh so creepy, so ccwormpy.
And then I love that it turns everyone against each
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other where it's like, just admit it, you admit it.
Speaker 3 (19:17):
Okay. This one's a deathbed confession, lighthearted. Okay, Well, hello
and welcome to my email in MINNISO two ninety five.
You asked for deathbed confessions, and I knew this was
my moment. After binge listening to the podcast the past
six months, my grandpa, who was alive and well, shared
this deathbed confession with my sister and I. I guess
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this is the type of story you tell your preteen
granddaughters to fill the lull and conversation between doing your
daily crossword puzzle and watching the golf channel. My grandpa's
friend had gone to the hospital to say his final
goodbye to one of his best friends. During this visit,
the dying friend handed him a sealed envelope with instructions
to not open it until he was at his funeral.
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The day's past, the inevitable happened, and my grandpa's friend
found himself at the funeral was said envelope, seated with
two of his friends who he had told about the envelope.
Fingers surely trembling with anticipation, he opened the envelope to
find a piece of paper with a single sentence scrawled
on it. It read, I'm not really dead and when
you walk by my coffin, I'm going to reach out
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and grab you. Pranked from the other fucking side, right,
but he was really dead, right.
Speaker 1 (20:33):
Yes, And that's funniest.
Speaker 3 (20:44):
Kind of a dad joke too, which is like, so great,
it's a grandpa joke.
Speaker 2 (20:49):
He took a moment to write, I'm gonna grab you.
Speaker 3 (20:51):
I'm gonna grab you.
Speaker 2 (20:53):
I'm not really dead.
Speaker 3 (20:55):
My grandpa passed away a few years later. San's deathbed confession.
As a now a, I treasure these memories, moments and
stories and find one of the best ways to honor
them is to share them. So I am sharing them
with you. I hope my grandpa's story brings a smile
to your day and spark said memory of your own.
Thank you for creating a space to share stories, Amy,
she her, I.
Speaker 2 (21:16):
Mean thank you, Amy, because that is truly one of
my faves I've ever heard. It's so funny. The idea
that somebody would be thinking about like this is so
they're thinking about other people. They're the ones dying, and
they're like, here's what this is going to be so hilarious,
and they're gonna think there's some secret in there. It's
so good, it's so good, it's so good, and it
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does it like you're right, that's I think that's why
we do this and we like it so much. Yeah,
is because it does honor those people. It honors those
like the best funniest stories and the best memories you
have about whoever was in your life.
Speaker 3 (21:52):
Yeah, these are stories that you normally would never tell.
They're not like or maybe Tom at a party, or
you just kept them in the family. But now we
can to share them with everyone and give everyone a.
Speaker 2 (21:59):
Life laugh or a cut or that was a good one.
Speaker 3 (22:03):
Mushing and gushing.
Speaker 2 (22:04):
Whatever, mushing and boushing and gushing and gush okay. Oh,
so along those same lines. Uh, I'm not going to
read you the subject line. It just starts hey, ladies,
and in a parentheses it says, and I used the
and I use that term loosely.
Speaker 3 (22:21):
Thank you, nice one, thank you, good start.
Speaker 2 (22:25):
Okay. Prior to my mom's death, she was pretty much
confined to her house except on the weekends when I
would pick her up and she would stay with me.
I spoke to her several times a day and would
stop by almost every day to check on her. On
a Wednesday, I called her several times and she did
not answer the phone. After work, I stopped by her
house and tried to use my key to get in,
but she had the dead bolt lock enabled. In parentheses,
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it says a big no no because I could not
get in. I banged on the door and some of
the windows, and finally, after about twenty minutes, she opened
the front door, looking a hot mess. After I fussed
at her about the lock and not answering the phone,
she told me that she'd been sleeping all day. As
I was leaving, she said, oh, by the way, your
sister and dad came by, shocked since both had been
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dead for several years. I calmly asked her what they wanted,
or said, oh my god, I'm playing along, thinking she
had a dream. She said, well, they said they were
there to pick her up. My response was, well, you're
still here, so what happened? And she said, I told
them that there were some things that I needed to
tell you and show you, and that I'm going.
Speaker 3 (23:27):
To need a couple days.
Speaker 2 (23:29):
She died on Friday. I think it's pretty cool that
someone you know comes to pick you up.
Speaker 3 (23:36):
You know.
Speaker 2 (23:36):
I have that story right about my mom watching our
next door neighbor die in her front room because she
had breast cancer, and she watched. It was so sad
and it was so hard. My mom was a nurse,
and so there was like a day nurse and then
my mom was like the night nurse and just sat
with her. And she woke up one night and after
our neighbor had been silent for like weeks because she
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was just like, yeah, dying of cancer and ravaged, she
woke up hearing her voice and she looked up and
our next door neighbor was looking out the sliding glass door,
like with this beautiful smile on her face, like reaching
toward the door and talking, and then it was the
middle of the night, so she kind of fell back
to sleep, like she stopped. My mom fell back to sleep.
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They woke up in the morning. Our neighbor died, and
our neighbor's mother lived in a mobile home next door
to their house, and so my mom was talking to
our neighbor's mother. We called her nanny talking to her,
and Nanny said, it's so weird. My sister from Wisconsin
called me this morning and said, I had this dream.
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So our neighbor, Joyce, her father, Jack, died when she
was eighteen years old. The aunt calls nanny and says,
I had this dream that Jack went up to the
back porch of Joyce's house and went and got her
and took her. Oh, and my and Nanny's telling my
mom this, and my mom is like, I saw that happen.
Speaker 3 (25:05):
Oh my god, all the chills, isn't that?
Speaker 2 (25:07):
And my mom was like out of the Catholic church
at this point, she was all science. She was like
not about that stuff. And she was like I witnessed that,
like her dad came and got her.
Speaker 3 (25:18):
Oh my God, to be a witness to that. Oh,
that's so tragic.
Speaker 2 (25:23):
Yeah, I really apologize because I bailed out of the
middle of this email to tell my own story. And
that's not very selfish, but it is exactly what we
say because that idea, like we all are so stuck
in this plane of existence of like the real world
and life and how hard whatever, and it's like this
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just the simple concept true or not that the people
who have loved you and gone before you come back
to get you.
Speaker 3 (25:52):
Yeah. Yeah, oh my Elvis coming to get me.
Speaker 2 (25:56):
Wow.
Speaker 3 (25:57):
She's waking me up, like I want to cook it.
Speaker 2 (26:00):
And you're like pushing them off the bed because.
Speaker 1 (26:02):
You forget all.
Speaker 2 (26:04):
Okay, here's the rest of this email. Sorry. Several months later,
when the only thing left in her house was a
hideous gold sofa and one paper clip, I went by
the house and was sitting on that gold sofa having
a good cry and was startled when she spoke to me.
She directed me to a specific place in her bedroom
and told me to lift up a specific corner of
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that rug that was in the room, and there were
ten one hundred dollars bills laying there. The fuck. I
talked to her every night before going to sleep because
I know that she can hear me and I always
encourage her to visit and when she does, I'll send
another email. Thanks for all you do. I'm so jealous
that you know, Paul Holes keep it coming. How are
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you ever going to replace Stephen? Cheryl in Texas?
Speaker 3 (26:48):
Oh my god, Cheryl, how dare you with the tear
jerkers all around? She's like, how dare you? How dare
you poke.
Speaker 2 (26:56):
Every nerve and possible emotion that we have? Like, seriously,
Cheryl in Texas, you powerhouse.
Speaker 3 (27:03):
You made my eyes watery. That is hard to fucking do.
Get to break through all these meds to get me
to like be cry. It's hard, and you fucking.
Speaker 2 (27:13):
Did it, Cheryl. I mean on an episode with a
bunch of great ones. Yeah, perhaps the greatest.
Speaker 3 (27:19):
Yeah, send us your stories like that or like near
death stories that someone and they someone told you, like
what they saw, or like those kind of I want
to hear those. Please send them to my favorite murder
at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (27:32):
Yeah, and thanks for being here with us. I mean, god,
those were good.
Speaker 3 (27:37):
Stay sexy and don't get murdered, get Bay. Yeah, Elvis,
do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (27:51):
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Gybye,
Last.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode.
Speaker 3 (00:21):
There it is the title ding ding ding.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
Are you ready?
Speaker 3 (00:27):
Are you ready? You first? Me first?
Speaker 2 (00:30):
Whatever you want? What do you feel?
Speaker 3 (00:32):
Let's see what do I have at the end? Do
you have like a good I have a good heart
warming one at the end of one of them.
Speaker 2 (00:37):
Oh? Is it a tear drinker?
Speaker 3 (00:38):
No, it's funny, okay, whatever, I don't know what that means.
You go first.
Speaker 2 (00:42):
I have a little bit of a tear drinker.
Speaker 3 (00:44):
So if I go, then you go, and then I go,
and then you go, you'll be last. I'll be last,
all right, So I'll go first. This.
Speaker 2 (00:52):
We've only been doing this for seven years.
Speaker 3 (00:56):
Here's a new thing we didn't know we need.
Speaker 2 (00:58):
This.
Speaker 3 (00:58):
One's called train derailment. Oh yeah, hello, Karen Georgia and company.
Insert you're gonna love this. Insert mushing, gushing and blushing
first mine or mushy mushing gushing and that is kind
of gross.
Speaker 2 (01:17):
Oh that's better because then also rhymes. Yeah, that's the idea. Mushing, lushing, mushing,
bushing and bushing. Huh.
Speaker 3 (01:27):
I'm a long time listener, first time writer. In our
twenty six year old child from Montana. I live in
the quote city nearby Ennis, which was mentioned in another
Murderino story about Quake Lake. Hearing his story, I knew
I how to write in about my hometown and how
it almost went up in flames. I have ADHD, so
keeping the nogging squirrels in their respective places is a challenge.
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Apologies if this is long. My story starts before I
was born in Belt, Montana, nineteen seventy six. A little
preface here. My grandparents own two houses. Was in the
small town of Belts and the second was twenty miles
away in the back country where the ranch still sits today.
Think Deliverance, which was a great reference to sure You're home.
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It's the day after Thanksgiving. My grandpa and two of
my uncles had gone up to the ranch to tend
to the cows as calving was about to start. My
grandma and my dad, who was seventeen at the time,
stayed in town for the day to get supplies to
meet up with the rest of the family at the
ranch later on, around three pm, my grandma and dad
were walking over the bridge to the grocery store slash
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gas station when a blast that could be heard from
miles away erupted, shaking the sleepy town awake. A tanker
car from Burlington Northern Locomotive hauling propane, had jumped the
track as it was crossing the viaduct on the main
road into town, landing directly below. Thousands of pounds of
pressurized propane exploded from the first car, spilling into the
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road and down into the town. The second car struck
a fire one hundred gallon gas tank at the Farmers'
Union co Op situated near the train tracks. An ignited
mixture of propane and gasoline was quickly racing towards the
heart of the downtown Belt. My grandma, Dad, and the
rest of the community were scrambling to get people to
safety and prevent the fire from traveling and causing more damage. Luckily,
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the Highway department, having just loaded their trucks with sand
for the roads as it had just snowed the night before,
caught wind of the explosion and were en route Ooh.
A sanddyke was quickly built, diverting the mixture into Belt Creek,
which ran along through the center of town. According to
my grandma. When the disaster was relatively under control, my
grandpa and uncles reappeared. They heard the explosion and came
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back into town to see what happened. My grandpa found
my grandma and dad and muttered, what the hell, loaded
the family up and headed back to the ranch as
chores needed to be done. He was a delicate flower.
In the aftermath, two people were killed, twenty two were injured,
two hundred were evacuated, and at least a dozen houses
and structures were lost, slash damaged, and Belt Creek was
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heavily contaminated. Their probably cause was determined to be the
failure of an overloaded rail section which originated in the
undetected transverse fixture. Then it says dot dot dot whatever
that means. Had it not snow the night before, the
town of Belt would not have survived. Thanks Mother Nature
and your umpeccable timing. That's my story. If you ever
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read this, I will scream, cry and throw up. Thank
you for everything you do in advocating for all of
us and pushing the tough conversations that need to be had.
Stay sexy and watch out for those overloaded rail sections. Bertie,
she her Bertie.
Speaker 2 (04:39):
That is so scary. It also reminds me. I just
immediately thought there's a Crispine I think Morgan Freeman movie
Runaway Train, oh, which is what it made me think of.
But same idea where it's like, first of all, the
idea that that's pro paine and gas mixed.
Speaker 3 (04:56):
That's so sary things. It's like a firebomb, like rolling
towards your town.
Speaker 2 (05:02):
Yeah, it's oh good lord, Yeah that was a good one. Okay,
Well I'm gonna up at I'm going to up at
a notch. The subject of this email is serial killer
at my summer camp. Hello, my favorite ladies, pets and mustaches,
and just for your information, Georgia, that favorite has a
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U in it. So we I think we know a
little bit about who was writing to us.
Speaker 3 (05:25):
We got it.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Longtime listener, first time writer. I could honestly write a
book about how much you both mean to me. But
that's not what But that's not why we're here, are we.
Let's get into this. I grew up in the tiny
town of Gottarich, Ontario. There's no phonetic help there, so
I'm probably mispronouncing that, but it looks like Gotterich, Ontario.
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It's a beach town of around eight thousand people located
on Lake Huron. When I was a kid, my parents
never sent me to summer camp since we basically lived
on a beach. I begged for years to go, and
at the age of ten, they finally gave. I was
enrolled in a summer camp located about twenty minutes from home.
My parents figured that if I got homesick or hated it,
they could come pick me up. The camp itself was
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only one week long, but boy was that But boy
was that a week I'll never forget. The first few
days were totally normal, swimming, archery, crafts, and my favorite
part of the day evening campfire. Basically, we'd all sit
around a campfire and sing camp songs. I think it
was on the third or fourth night where things got weird.
Usually campfire would be about thirty to forty five minutes.
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Long After this, we'd all go to our cabins for
the evening and get ready for bed. This night, the
campfire seemed never ending. I swear we sang forty verses
of kumbai Ah. The fire kept going as it got
darker and darker outside. I think we were all beginning
to think something was wrong, especially when the camp director
came out to talk to us. She told us that
we had quote new rules to follow. They were one,
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you must get a counselor to go to the bathroom
with you at night. Two, you must never be alone,
always travel well with a buddy. Three you must stay
in sight of a counselor at all times.
Speaker 3 (07:05):
Holy shit.
Speaker 2 (07:06):
I thought it was weird, but I just figured there
was a bear or a wild animal on the loose.
The rest of the week was normal with the exception
of these rules. Saturday comes around and my family picks
me up. I was excited to get in the car
and tell my family all about my week. I don't
even think I had the time to close the car
door before my brother says there's a serial killer on
the loose. I laughed and thought he was just being
my dumb older brother trying to scare me. I told
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my parents to tell him to stop it, but they didn't. Instead,
my mom goes, we can talk about this when we
get home, but your brother's right. I of course started crying,
but more importantly, it was pissed that my parents didn't
come and pick me up.
Speaker 3 (07:39):
Ah. If that were my child, I'd be like, be
right there.
Speaker 2 (07:44):
Yeah, that's not how I was raised. They'd be like, oh,
you're fine.
Speaker 3 (07:50):
Why would they want you, of all people.
Speaker 2 (07:53):
Vicious, any opportunity to put you in your place. When
I got home, my parents locked all the doors and
my put baseball bats in all our bedrooms. The murderer's
name was Jesse Emerson. He was convicted of three counts
of murder and the second degree in two thousand and eight.
Apparently many parents called the camp to let them know
a serial killer was on the loose, but the camp
ultimately decided that they didn't need to send kids home
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and that we'd be fine. Very weird choice in all caps.
I honestly don't think it is a weird choice.
Speaker 3 (08:21):
I mean, I guess if it wasn't like at camp already,
if it was just like in the area, No, No,
I think it's a weird choice.
Speaker 2 (08:28):
I think, well, it would be interesting to know the
facts of how close this situation was to this camp.
Totally that must have been a consideration. But also like
if I worked at that camp, it'd be like, well,
everyone paid and we're all here already. Yeah, like completely
can see that logic. Yeah, absolutely, especially if it was
like a bunch of eighteen year olds, which most camps
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usually are very young people. He was finally caught and
eight days later and arrested. He's currently serving twenty five
years in prison. Although this story is terrifying to think about,
it's what got me into true crime, isn't that always
the way? Nothing like a killer almost invading your summer
camp to get a little murderino inside me to emerge.
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I love you two ladies so much. You're the highlight
of my very long work commutes, and I feel like
you're my two cool older sisters that I never had.
Stay sexy and maybe pick up your kid early from
summer camp. If there's a killer on the loose, Emma,
she her, Emma, I flatly disagree on your side.
Speaker 3 (09:29):
That is like bordering on neglect, I would say, and
very traumatizing.
Speaker 2 (09:35):
But only after the fact. Yeah, does it count as
being trauma if it's just a learned thing after the
fact that nothing actually happens to you.
Speaker 3 (09:43):
I don't know. Yeah, because it's not a threat anymore, right.
Speaker 2 (09:47):
I mean, why not take that opportunity to be grateful?
Speaker 3 (09:50):
How about the trauma is that your parents didn't care
enough to come get you.
Speaker 2 (09:53):
They were too busy to come pick you up. From
Extreme Danger.
Speaker 3 (10:00):
Camp. Okay, this is called the Swat Team bomb Squad,
and my dad gals pause and everyone else in between,
and says you asked, you really didn't and you shall
receive dads and bomb stories. This is a tadlong, but
I promise it's worth it. My dad used to work
at an undisclosed power supply company where he worked predominantly
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at the power plant facility. If you know anything about
most power plants, they are heavily gated and you cannot
just get in for funzies. So think top level secure work. Well,
the workers were trained to report anything suspicious to a supervisor.
The supervisor realized that was not happening as things were
left everywhere unattended, and he became fed up. So everyone
received a stir in talking to about being more aware
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of their surroundings blah blah blah, and that he may
start testing them. Now to the juice. One day, my
dad was working a shift by himself. He was writing
around the plants, checking things out, you know, making sure
nothing had exploded. Eventually, he entered a very secure part
of the plant that no no one was allowed to
be in except for select people like employees and contractors there,
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he found an ominous bag. This bag should not have
been there, and my dad was positive no one entered
this area, as he had been the only one around
the facility, so he started to wonder if this was
one of those tests trying not to get in trouble.
He reported it to the supervisor, who was completely unaware
of a mysterious bag of that nature and informed my
dad to evacuate the area immediately. The supervisor informed local authorities,
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and within minutes, the swat team and bomb squad was
at the power plant. Think of people in full body armor,
armored vehicles and weapons.
Speaker 2 (11:36):
Dropping in on a line from above.
Speaker 3 (11:38):
Oooh, so strong and capable swatty squatty my dad had
to guide them to the lonesome bag, where he witnessed
the swat team and bomb squad secure an impenetrable dome
on top of the bag and explode all of the
contents within. Oh. Everyone was sure it was a bomb
and that the plant was just saved. That was intel.
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A contractor who was there earlier came back looking for
his purple lunch bag that he had accidentally left behind.
You fool, Yes, my dad blew up someone's lunch. Oh well,
stay sexy and don't leave weird bags laying around in
secure environments.
Speaker 2 (12:17):
Ajw Oh well, oh well, oh well that's fine. Oh shit,
that's you know what I was thinking as you were
telling that, I was just like, Oh, this is crazy
and it's like someone trying to blow up a power plant.
That's so horrifying. And then it just like, what if
it was the dad's bag and he forgot he left
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it there just because I was trying to like run
scenarios in my head.
Speaker 3 (12:41):
Oh, how embarrassing.
Speaker 2 (12:43):
Okay, the subject line is a little long, but worth it.
The subject line of this one is unsolved shoe phone haunting,
Dear murder folk. When I was eleven in the mid
late nineties, my parents we were in our freshly wall
to wall carpeted basement watching a Denzil Washington movie from
the Dollar Video. I was upstairs in their bedroom talking
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to my girlfriend Michelle on the shoe phone. Not sure
if anyone else remembers this phone phenomenon, but I remember
thinking our shoe phone was the peak of cultural relevance. Yes,
remember the shoe phone.
Speaker 3 (13:17):
I don't remember a shoe phone. I remember we had
a duc phone, and there was the Hamburger phone.
Speaker 2 (13:22):
Shoe phone was like just a red high heeled show.
It was not great for a phone shape, yes, but
it was kind of you know, it was just glamorous
back then, Like we didn't have anything, so just a
shoe phone was like would blow doors like that Sports
Illustrated football phone was famous for like ten years, Garfield phone,
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Garfield Phone. I mean, it's just so.
Speaker 3 (13:45):
We had, guys, that's what we had back then to
look forward to.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
We had other objects turned into phones, and basically it
was like you had to be excited about a shoe.
Speaker 3 (13:54):
Yeah, And all I did was make calls incoming and
outcoming and outgoing. That's it, Okay.
Speaker 2 (14:00):
Continuing on with this story, girlfriend Michelle was home alone
at the time, not unusual for a rural Illinois tween
in the nineties. Michelle had one single non shoe phone
in her house and it was the kitchen wall phone
kind with the long curly cord. She sounded anxious when
I picked up because she heard a thump while she
was in the shower. Frankly, Michelle was always a scooch.
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It says a scooch, but I think they mean a
scooch dramatic.
Speaker 3 (14:25):
But scooch.
Speaker 2 (14:26):
But it says scooch, it gets funnier. It's always a
scooch dramatic. I figured my job as boyfriend was to
be supportive and reassure her that everything was fine. Blah
blah blah. We had maybe a forty five minute conversation
about school, Dawson's Creek, et CETERA very innocent relationship, likely
in part because I turned out to be gay. It's
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like when I first started reading it, I was just like, oh, yeah, okay, yes,
I got it.
Speaker 3 (14:51):
Got it.
Speaker 2 (14:52):
Suddenly Michelle got quiet and she said she heard something again.
I was thinking, God, more attention seeking behavior. But after
ten minutes, But after ten more minutes of talking, I
heard it too, an audible thump on her end of
the call. After a prolonged silence, I shakily said, Michelle,
what was that? And she whispered, I don't know. Before
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I could say anything else, there was a third voice
on the line. It's the Boogeyman. It sounded robotic somehow,
or like two or three voices were speaking simultaneously. I
have no idea. Whatever it was, it sounded malevolent. Michelle yelled,
what the fuck was that we were both overwhelmed with panic.
I could hear her crying. Everything was chaos and then went.
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While Michelle and I screamed hysterically, the voice started laughing,
a terrible guttural sound unlike anything I've heard in my life.
I was beside myself, despite Michelle's protests that I shouldn't
leave her alone. I set the shoe phone down and
trip ran down the stairs to tell my parents, who
were still calmly watching Denzel in the basement. They were
nonplussed at best, listening to their child deliver an impassioned,
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tear soaked plea that his friend was going to be
murdered by the Boogeyman if we didn't do something right now.
Goddamn it. I picked the phone back up and the
line had gone dead. Mom lamely mumbled something like, if
you're going to walk over there, be back by ten.
I most certainly was not going over there to end
up like Michelle, who I had no doubt was already dead.
I called her back several times, but she didn't pick up.
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I called some of our friends, and finally, after an
hour of calling and screen crying, to tooed board parents
Engross didn't much ado about nothing. The phone rang. It
was Michelle. Apparently, she sprinted out of her house and
ran to the neighbor's house in tears to wait for
her mom. A nice neighbor man she had never met,
went through the house with a baseball bat. No one
was there. To this day, Michelle swear she was not
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pranking me, and she has regularly told me that she
wouldn't be mad if I just fessed up. Besides, she
only had one landline in her house, and the boogeyman
sounded like they were on the line with us. At
my house, there was a second phone in the kitchen,
but my parents weren't practical jokers, and they likely would
have given up the ruse when they saw me screaming
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and crying and flailing for over an hour. I've had
a lot of time to rumin it do on this,
and it seems to me that there are three possibilities.
Option one, someone with advanced technology and or some connection
to the local telephone company could listen in on phone
conversations and happened to terrorize two eleven year olds at
the exact moment that something fell down in Michelle's house.
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Option two. Either Michelle or my parents have been lying
for thirty years. Please let it be number two. And
one of them is secretly an amazing actor and possessed
a voice changer that they used once and never again.
Maybe Michelle had me on three way with said voice
changer person possible, I guess, but eleven year old Michelle
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struggled to keep a secret for thirty minutes, much less
thirty years. Option three something sinister was with us on
the phone that night. Stay sexy and don't answer the
footwear Chris he him and then it says, PS, this
is gonna get you. My fiance Jordan and I bonded
over our love of your podcast when we first met
four years ago. Thanks for bringing a couple Midwestern gaze together.
Speaker 3 (18:12):
Oh my god, can we go to your wedding please?
Speaker 2 (18:16):
I mean it's like somebody somewhere our own separate version
of that.
Speaker 3 (18:21):
I love it. That was amazing, And I'm getting this
little memory. I had a very rebellious brother, older Braddy brother,
who was into like weird electronics, like CD radios. You
go to like radio shack and buy the weird things.
And I remember him maybe being able to tap into
someone else's phone line with the outside box. Yeah, so
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maybe he the person banged on the wall and then
did that and it was just fucking with them.
Speaker 2 (18:50):
Yeah, maybe it was. I'm so I would love to know,
like how many cousins Michelle had or what the neighbor kid.
But also if there was just some creepy purv that
was trying to scare her. Yeah, oh so creepy, so ccwormpy.
And then I love that it turns everyone against each
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other where it's like, just admit it, you admit it.
Speaker 3 (19:17):
Okay. This one's a deathbed confession, lighthearted. Okay, Well, hello
and welcome to my email in MINNISO two ninety five.
You asked for deathbed confessions, and I knew this was
my moment. After binge listening to the podcast the past
six months, my grandpa, who was alive and well, shared
this deathbed confession with my sister and I. I guess
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this is the type of story you tell your preteen
granddaughters to fill the lull and conversation between doing your
daily crossword puzzle and watching the golf channel. My grandpa's
friend had gone to the hospital to say his final
goodbye to one of his best friends. During this visit,
the dying friend handed him a sealed envelope with instructions
to not open it until he was at his funeral.
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The day's past, the inevitable happened, and my grandpa's friend
found himself at the funeral was said envelope, seated with
two of his friends who he had told about the envelope.
Fingers surely trembling with anticipation, he opened the envelope to
find a piece of paper with a single sentence scrawled
on it. It read, I'm not really dead and when
you walk by my coffin, I'm going to reach out
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and grab you. Pranked from the other fucking side, right,
but he was really dead, right.
Speaker 1 (20:33):
Yes, And that's funniest.
Speaker 3 (20:44):
Kind of a dad joke too, which is like, so great,
it's a grandpa joke.
Speaker 2 (20:49):
He took a moment to write, I'm gonna grab you.
Speaker 3 (20:51):
I'm gonna grab you.
Speaker 2 (20:53):
I'm not really dead.
Speaker 3 (20:55):
My grandpa passed away a few years later. San's deathbed confession.
As a now a, I treasure these memories, moments and
stories and find one of the best ways to honor
them is to share them. So I am sharing them
with you. I hope my grandpa's story brings a smile
to your day and spark said memory of your own.
Thank you for creating a space to share stories, Amy,
she her, I.
Speaker 2 (21:16):
Mean thank you, Amy, because that is truly one of
my faves I've ever heard. It's so funny. The idea
that somebody would be thinking about like this is so
they're thinking about other people. They're the ones dying, and
they're like, here's what this is going to be so hilarious,
and they're gonna think there's some secret in there. It's
so good, it's so good, it's so good, and it
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does it like you're right, that's I think that's why
we do this and we like it so much. Yeah,
is because it does honor those people. It honors those
like the best funniest stories and the best memories you
have about whoever was in your life.
Speaker 3 (21:52):
Yeah, these are stories that you normally would never tell.
They're not like or maybe Tom at a party, or
you just kept them in the family. But now we
can to share them with everyone and give everyone a.
Speaker 2 (21:59):
Life laugh or a cut or that was a good one.
Speaker 3 (22:03):
Mushing and gushing.
Speaker 2 (22:04):
Whatever, mushing and boushing and gushing and gush okay. Oh,
so along those same lines. Uh, I'm not going to
read you the subject line. It just starts hey, ladies,
and in a parentheses it says, and I used the
and I use that term loosely.
Speaker 3 (22:21):
Thank you, nice one, thank you, good start.
Speaker 2 (22:25):
Okay. Prior to my mom's death, she was pretty much
confined to her house except on the weekends when I
would pick her up and she would stay with me.
I spoke to her several times a day and would
stop by almost every day to check on her. On
a Wednesday, I called her several times and she did
not answer the phone. After work, I stopped by her
house and tried to use my key to get in,
but she had the dead bolt lock enabled. In parentheses,
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it says a big no no because I could not
get in. I banged on the door and some of
the windows, and finally, after about twenty minutes, she opened
the front door, looking a hot mess. After I fussed
at her about the lock and not answering the phone,
she told me that she'd been sleeping all day. As
I was leaving, she said, oh, by the way, your
sister and dad came by, shocked since both had been
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dead for several years. I calmly asked her what they wanted,
or said, oh my god, I'm playing along, thinking she
had a dream. She said, well, they said they were
there to pick her up. My response was, well, you're
still here, so what happened? And she said, I told
them that there were some things that I needed to
tell you and show you, and that I'm going.
Speaker 3 (23:27):
To need a couple days.
Speaker 2 (23:29):
She died on Friday. I think it's pretty cool that
someone you know comes to pick you up.
Speaker 3 (23:36):
You know.
Speaker 2 (23:36):
I have that story right about my mom watching our
next door neighbor die in her front room because she
had breast cancer, and she watched. It was so sad
and it was so hard. My mom was a nurse,
and so there was like a day nurse and then
my mom was like the night nurse and just sat
with her. And she woke up one night and after
our neighbor had been silent for like weeks because she
(23:59):
was just like, yeah, dying of cancer and ravaged, she
woke up hearing her voice and she looked up and
our next door neighbor was looking out the sliding glass door,
like with this beautiful smile on her face, like reaching
toward the door and talking, and then it was the
middle of the night, so she kind of fell back
to sleep, like she stopped. My mom fell back to sleep.
(24:22):
They woke up in the morning. Our neighbor died, and
our neighbor's mother lived in a mobile home next door
to their house, and so my mom was talking to
our neighbor's mother. We called her nanny talking to her,
and Nanny said, it's so weird. My sister from Wisconsin
called me this morning and said, I had this dream.
(24:43):
So our neighbor, Joyce, her father, Jack, died when she
was eighteen years old. The aunt calls nanny and says,
I had this dream that Jack went up to the
back porch of Joyce's house and went and got her
and took her. Oh, and my and Nanny's telling my
mom this, and my mom is like, I saw that happen.
Speaker 3 (25:05):
Oh my god, all the chills, isn't that?
Speaker 2 (25:07):
And my mom was like out of the Catholic church
at this point, she was all science. She was like
not about that stuff. And she was like I witnessed that,
like her dad came and got her.
Speaker 3 (25:18):
Oh my God, to be a witness to that. Oh,
that's so tragic.
Speaker 2 (25:23):
Yeah, I really apologize because I bailed out of the
middle of this email to tell my own story. And
that's not very selfish, but it is exactly what we
say because that idea, like we all are so stuck
in this plane of existence of like the real world
and life and how hard whatever, and it's like this
(25:44):
just the simple concept true or not that the people
who have loved you and gone before you come back
to get you.
Speaker 3 (25:52):
Yeah. Yeah, oh my Elvis coming to get me.
Speaker 2 (25:56):
Wow.
Speaker 3 (25:57):
She's waking me up, like I want to cook it.
Speaker 2 (26:00):
And you're like pushing them off the bed because.
Speaker 1 (26:02):
You forget all.
Speaker 2 (26:04):
Okay, here's the rest of this email. Sorry. Several months later,
when the only thing left in her house was a
hideous gold sofa and one paper clip, I went by
the house and was sitting on that gold sofa having
a good cry and was startled when she spoke to me.
She directed me to a specific place in her bedroom
and told me to lift up a specific corner of
(26:24):
that rug that was in the room, and there were
ten one hundred dollars bills laying there. The fuck. I
talked to her every night before going to sleep because
I know that she can hear me and I always
encourage her to visit and when she does, I'll send
another email. Thanks for all you do. I'm so jealous
that you know, Paul Holes keep it coming. How are
(26:45):
you ever going to replace Stephen? Cheryl in Texas?
Speaker 3 (26:48):
Oh my god, Cheryl, how dare you with the tear
jerkers all around? She's like, how dare you? How dare
you poke.
Speaker 2 (26:56):
Every nerve and possible emotion that we have? Like, seriously,
Cheryl in Texas, you powerhouse.
Speaker 3 (27:03):
You made my eyes watery. That is hard to fucking do.
Get to break through all these meds to get me
to like be cry. It's hard, and you fucking.
Speaker 2 (27:13):
Did it, Cheryl. I mean on an episode with a
bunch of great ones. Yeah, perhaps the greatest.
Speaker 3 (27:19):
Yeah, send us your stories like that or like near
death stories that someone and they someone told you, like
what they saw, or like those kind of I want
to hear those. Please send them to my favorite murder
at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (27:32):
Yeah, and thanks for being here with us. I mean, god,
those were good.
Speaker 3 (27:37):
Stay sexy and don't get murdered, get Bay. Yeah, Elvis,
do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (27:51):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 3 (27:53):
Our producer is Alejandra KHK.
Speaker 2 (27:54):
This episode was edited and mixed by the honest Galach.
Speaker 3 (27:58):
Email your hometowns and buckinghrays to My Favorite Murder at
gmail dot com.
Speaker 2 (28:03):
Follow the show on Instagram and Facebook at my Favorite
Murder and Twitter at my favor Murder.
Speaker 1 (28:08):
Gybye,
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