August 12, 2024 • 21 mins
This week’s hometowns include an awkward misunderstanding in Japan and a 10-year-old bank teller.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode where
we read you your stories.
Speaker 2 (00:23):
You've written them in. What choice do we have? You
wanna go first?
Speaker 1 (00:28):
Sure, hometown, I swam in a murder pool. Hello to
my humanly heroines. Oh you are the cool ants I
wish I had and hope to be. I love How
open and honest y'all are you own up to your
mistakes in life and on the pod. This is truly admirable.
Y'all are the best and the reason I started therapy
years ago. Now let's give the murderinos what they want,
(00:50):
shall we?
Speaker 2 (00:52):
That's right.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
I grew up in Westfield, Indiana. This city may sound
familiar to you because you've covered the Herb, and that
says Georgia. You pronounced the h Bowmeister, murders Herb Bowmeister.
In the nineties, Herb lived on an estate called Fox
Hollow Farms, which still exists. He would pick up gay
guys at bars, bring them back to his mansion, strangle
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them to death in his basement pool, and bury their
bodies in the backyard. And they're still fucking finding bones.
Speaker 2 (01:18):
The bodies are out there. It's such a horrible.
Speaker 1 (01:21):
Story, horrible chilling. Well, I'm here to tell you I
have swam in that pool. I fucking know it. It's
like an indoor old school pool. I've seen it.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
I can remember, like the pictures. Yeah, I've seen that.
Go with it.
Speaker 1 (01:34):
Are I still get chills thinking about it? As you
can probably guess. I was a dumb high schooler at
the time. I was friends with the guy who lives there.
If you've watched the Ghost Adventures episode, a previous tenant
of the house claims to have been pulled under by
an unknown entity in the pool. Apparently, another ghost hunter
visiting the house had taken a photo of the pool
and saw faces peering out from under the surface of
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the water. I was also told a medium and his daughter,
who he didn't know had some our abilities at the time,
came to visit the estate in an attempt to preserve
the little girl's innocence. The medium, dad, and the homeowner
discussed the history of the house without her present. They
toured around the house and eventually led to the basement
pool area, again without knowing what happened there. The little
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girl points to the pool and says, Daddy, there's people
sleeping in there, and it says no six sense children
for me. Thank you very much. I mean, fortunately, and unfortunately,
nothing like that happened to us while we took a dip,
although we did try ghost hunting ourselves and some weird,
unexplainable things happened. A group of us were in the
dark basement phone audio recording and asking questions to any
(02:39):
ghost swilling to answer. A few moments into us attempting contact,
music from upstairs starts blaring. We were just upstairs previously,
and no one else was in that part of the house.
We ran upstairs to make sure and turn the music down.
As we were all trying to catch our breaths from
sprinting up two flights of stairs and trying to comprehend
what just happened, we hear three distinct knocks. We look
(03:01):
at each other, shocked and hurry to open the door.
No one is there. Again, It's impossible to run down
those stairs that quickly without making any noise. To this day,
I still can't come up with a logical explanation for
the music randomly turning on or the mysterious knocks on
the door. Anyways, thank you for choosing my story to
read aloud and keep doing what you're doing SSDGM d D.
Speaker 2 (03:23):
Just going to Fox Hollow Farm just to visit it is,
and the fact that people live there. But then on
top of that, to do anything like you're trying to contact, right,
like ghosts or spirits or anything, is like, yeah, they're there,
there is multiple people. Yes, they were murdered, multiple people
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murdered over and over in that spot. I can't I
can't imagine that just based on other things. And I mean,
obviously there's no proof and you cannot believe in ghosts.
Horrible dark shit happened in that house and in that
pool house, pool room or whatever.
Speaker 1 (04:01):
Yeah, but I want to think that those poor spirits
are somewhere better. They don't stick around there. They get
to go somewhere awesome.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
I would love that.
Speaker 1 (04:10):
Yeah, that's what I think.
Speaker 2 (04:13):
Yeah, you kicked it off good, I know. Sorry, no, no.
The subject line of this email is a four year
old's earliest memory. Hello in minnesot three ninety one. You
asked for crazy shit we could only get away with
in the eighties. I was four years old in nineteen
eighty two, standing up in the back seat of my
dad's seventies model car. You know, the kind made out
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of pure steel, no seat belts or air bags, etc.
The car was loaded with six people. I'm standing behind
my dad's seat, who's the driver. My cousin, who's a
little younger than me, is standing up in the middle,
and my baby brother was actually in a car seat
shock I know. My infant sister was in some kind
of baby carrier in my mom's lap in the front
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passenger seat. We were heading into town on one of
those old two lane highways, probably going at least sixty
miles an hour. I'm sure my dad was blasting some
lead Zeppelin or CCR fun time for all until a
semi truck pulled out in front of us. My dad
said later quote, I had to make a quick decision,
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hit the truck or hit the ditch. Oh my god,
he chose the ladder, and we ended up smashing head
on into a telepum pole. I flew over my dad
and hit the windshield. My dad stuck his arm straight
out and caught my cousin, but she smashed her knee
into the console and had to get stitches. We both
had broken arms, but that was about it for injuries,
(05:41):
which is like what impossible. Crazy just odd beater. Yeah,
I think my dad hit the steering wheel and had
blood running down his face. I remember sitting on the hood,
probably waiting on an ambulance, when my aunt arrived and
gave me a Coca Cola. Yes, that's an aunt who
gets an emergency call and then stancer for second goes
(06:03):
what will they need that I can ring totally incredible
first responder work by that ant. Yes, be prepared, drink
this can of sugar and get distracted. This is one
of my earliest memories, and I'm glad no one was killed.
My family always joked that we should have hit the
truck and then sued a nhind sight with Jesus. I
(06:24):
love your podcast and can say I'm a Day one listener.
Love you guys, and all you do is stay sexy
and always wear your seat belt, Susan.
Speaker 1 (06:32):
Jesus like the common sense back then. It seems like
it we had enough to put fucking children in seat belts, right.
Speaker 2 (06:41):
I mean some of my release memories, and I'm probably
ten years older than this person, is like sliding back
and forth on the bench seat in the back seat.
It was like it was like we were in a
separate room. It was so big and so loosey goosey. Yeah,
just that idea of like all of the things that
have now, laws have been passed and rules have been made,
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but it was just like back then, it was that
random and they all lived. They just broke some arms.
Speaker 1 (07:11):
Say all that's that is a miracle that that fucking happened,
Thank god. Yeah, okay, this one's called trash. Grandma, Oh
I know, and it just starts. My grandparents immigrated to
America from the Philippines in the mid seventies with three children. Together,
they built my grandpa's dental practice and a beautiful life
(07:33):
for their family. They rewarded themselves by going to Vegas
every weekend.
Speaker 2 (07:40):
Hell yeah, okay, so they can I just say what
I'm guessing about those grandparents chain smokers, pretty party party
based drinkers, right, uh huh, and then kind of like
they know how to have a good time.
Speaker 1 (07:55):
These people. Oh yeah, well we're going to get to
some of those. They were such a loyal customers that
they got free hotel rooms. Every time smell those rooms.
They reek of cigarettes so bad you go there to smoke. Yeah,
sometimes they brought me in. One lucky friend gave us
each yr roll of quarters for the arcade and we're
like bye in Vegas. Yes, yep, So my Grandma Connie
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made all kinds of trash grandma moves. She bathed me
in secondhand smoke all day every day. There you go,
put half and half in my cereal, and let me
sit on my grandpa's lap in the front seat of
the car.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
Yere you go while he was driving.
Speaker 1 (08:35):
I think she gleefully called it the best car seat
in the world. So I think she was driving. Grandma
always a passengersy got it. I could write ten pages
on her shenanigans. Instead, I'll tell you her best trash
grandma move. Ever. When I was three years old, she
and I were on her back patio. She gave kisses
to her parrot and puffed on a more cigarette while
I played quietly in the plastic kittie pool. Moreri remember those.
Speaker 2 (09:01):
Because they were longer. Oh really, you gotta get more cigarette? Yeah,
look at it.
Speaker 1 (09:06):
And then, to her horror, she spotted a rattle snake
curled up near the kiddie pool. She ran inside as
fast as she could, close in the sliding glass door
and locking it behind her. All caps. Yes, she left
me outside with the snake. She yelled for my uncle,
who yelled, get the kid inside. Thank you uncle, and
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she reluctantly unblocked the door and took me in while
my uncle killed the snake with a shovel.
Speaker 2 (09:33):
Every man for himself.
Speaker 1 (09:34):
Oh my god. Despite this story and her being a
negative nancy and total potstir, I appreciate my grandma more
than I can say. She and my grandpa loved me
more purely and unconditionally than anyone ever has, and spoiled
me absolutely rotten. Grandpa is at the big party in
the sky, but Grandma is still here, smoking two to
three packs of Mores a day. If your grandparents are
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still here, call them today. You mean everything to them. Oh,
stay sexy and remember that snakes can probably eat children.
Speaker 2 (10:06):
Hey well, I mean if it was a boa constructor,
let's not be crazy A.
Speaker 1 (10:12):
I want more trash grandma stories?
Speaker 2 (10:14):
Yes, hell yes, I thought, and I bet you there
are these. They might have these stories. But I was like,
the first thing my brain went to was she goes
to whatever the pepper mill, whatever place in Vegas and
just fills her purse up with creamers and salt and
pepper packets. And all that kind of.
Speaker 1 (10:31):
Stuff definitely equal.
Speaker 2 (10:34):
The subject line of this is things that wouldn't happen now,
Molotov Liquor Store Edition, and then it says in parentheses
three minutes shorty, oh hey, that's how it starts. You
recently asked for things that wouldn't happen now on a
recent miniesode and now here I am. I won't bore
you with the old story of my then six year
old uncle Tuck and rolling out of a moving car
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on the way to church because he just didn't want
to go feel that one, but I will tell you
about a fire that would have never happened today because
we just don't smoke like we did. My grandmother Inez
worked as a cashier at a liquor store in a
tiny town in central Wisconsin called Iola, population twelve hundred.
Speaker 1 (11:17):
Wow.
Speaker 2 (11:18):
Now, Grandma had severe asthma, so she never smoked, but
it being the late nineties, she was the rare bird
who did not have a heater in hand at all times,
even on the job. She was off work the day
one of her coworkers emptied a full ashtray in the
trash bin without checking that all the butts were cool.
The trash was taken to the back and placed near
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a pile of cardboard liquor boxes, and that's where the
fire started and grew this fire bird fast and hot
enough that once it reached the front of the store
and all the liquor bottles, it blew up the building
and one third of the downtown area caught on fire.
Holy shit. They had to knock down two buildings in
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order to stop the fire from spreading, and in total,
seven buildings were lost and over two hundred firefighters were
called in to help from surrounding communities. You know has
lost a cushy job that day, but thankfully no people died. Wow,
that's insane. Any who stay sexy and don't turn your
liquor store into a Molotov cocktail.
Speaker 1 (12:21):
Cassie, Holy shit, I'm so scared of fires. Like I
don't want to ask for fire stories, but I bet
there's someone like some crazy ones out there that you
guys that everyone has.
Speaker 2 (12:32):
I mean right, or it could be like interactions with
the fire department, because a lot of people don't realize.
It's like there's the fire stuff, but then there's like
all the medical calls where it's like they're the first
responders often to your average medical call because they're close by.
Speaker 1 (12:47):
Well, you know, we love a first responder story in general.
So yeah, any of those anything anything? Okay, my last
one is called will That was awkward Briton's Abroad edition.
Oh hey there, friend Arenos. Greetings from ye old England,
(13:09):
more specifically Gloucester. Yes, I fucking looked up the pronunciation
of that smart home to the horror show that is
Fred and Rose West And welcome to my story. You
wanted awkward misunderstandings, I guess sure. Yeah, well here you go.
A douchebag ex boyfriend and I were on a holiday
in Japan several years ago, says his only redeeming features
(13:31):
was that he had a lot of money, So I
got to go on some pretty nice trips get chers well.
Wandering around the edge of the beautiful town of Kyoto,
we passed a cafe. There was a big sign on
the side of the building with a picture of a
steaming cup of coffee and some Japanese words. Great, we
thought we'd stop for a quick one. We parted the
retro chic beaded curtain at the entrance and went in.
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A fairly elderly waiter appeared, looking surprised but friendly, and
bowed to us. We bowed back in a very British
way and gesture that we would like to sit at
a counter in the corner. We were the only customers.
His English was clearly ropey, and our Japanese was non existent,
so it all felt a bit awkward, but we made
ourselves comfortable while he hovered nearby, We somehow indicated that
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we'd like two coffees, took out our map, and started
discussing where we'd go next. The sweet man continued to
stand there for a moment, but then disappeared behind another
beaded curtain, Quickly returning with our coffees. He again stood
and smiled at us weirdly for a bit, then toddled off.
It was only then that we looked up and took
in our surroundings. Through the curtain. In front of us
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was a small, unassuming kitchen, to our left was a
sparsely decorated living room area, and behind us, through yet
another bloody beaded curtain, was the old man sitting in
a small office behind a computer. The fact that we
were the only customers suddenly made perfect horrific sense. Our
stomachs dropped as the realization hit us that this was not,
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in fact a cafe that we wandered into, but this
poor Japanese man's house. I not one from moving quickly
under any circumstances. Have never shot out of a chair
so fast. We grabbed our things, the commotion bringing the
guy out to see what these foreign idiots were up to. Now.
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One thing we excel out in England is apologizing, so
in a way, this was our time to shine.
Speaker 2 (15:21):
Yeah, get in there.
Speaker 1 (15:22):
We said sorry two thousand times, about another thousand times,
and tried unsuccessfully to explain ourselves across the language barrier.
As we tumbled outside, Douchebag took out his wallet and
tried to give the guy some money. How fucking mortifying,
but empathetically gestured no, just smiled, look puzzled, and waved
us off a closer inspection. It turns out that the
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big cafe sign on the side of the building was
actually just an advert for some coffee brand. I want
to curl up in a ball and die when I
think about this, but also my heart is forever warm
by the unflinching kindness and generosity of that lovely Jack
Japanese man. I hope he still thinks of us sometimes
and if he's listening, which he's definitely nota and sorry,
(16:09):
I've been listening to you, megababe since day one. My
how we've all grown physically, emotionally, spiritually. It's been a
journey stay sexy and learn Japanese, Laurenex.
Speaker 2 (16:21):
I mean, it's so beautiful that culturally japan are the
kind of people, as far as I understand, yeah, that
they would never go Like I just realized, I don't
know if I can ever travel to Japan because I
am the most direct, like what are you doing in here?
Like I have no problem I've never had saying things
like that, where it's like, this is an entire culture
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of people who would never try to or want to offend,
even if it means you're busting into their house.
Speaker 1 (16:50):
Start demanding coffee, like whene and got them coffees?
Speaker 2 (16:54):
Did it? Did the cups match? Like? Was he trying
to then pretend to was a cafe because he didn't
want them to be embarrassed?
Speaker 1 (17:02):
Or is it like the quirky kind that has like
a bunch of different kinds of mugs but it's actually
your house because you have a bunch of different kinds
of mugs.
Speaker 2 (17:08):
What if them doing that made this man realize he
actually did want to open a cafe and that was
his true art's desire.
Speaker 1 (17:15):
Oh my god, that's when he realized.
Speaker 2 (17:18):
Yeah, that's what it all came together.
Speaker 1 (17:19):
That's it.
Speaker 2 (17:21):
Okay, here's my last The subject line is ten year
old bank teller. Hi, let's get these pleasantries out of
the way. I've been a listener since day one. I
was a grad student then, and I'm almost done with
my public service loan forgiveness. I've gotten married and had
two kids in that timespan that I've been listening. I
mean talk about growing, and Lauren made that point, and
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now this email takes up where Lauren left off. Yeah,
that's quite a lot of growth.
Speaker 1 (17:47):
That's amazing.
Speaker 2 (17:48):
I don't think I've done as much. Okay, anyway, I'm
listening to MINNISO three ninety one and you said something
about a seventeen year old bank teller. Well, I want
to tell you that I was a ten year old
bank teller. I grew up in a really small town
of Brawley, California. And if you don't know anything about
small towns, they seem to make up their own rules
when it comes to things, and this includes when it
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comes to things, and this includes take your child to
work day. My mom was a bank teller and took
me to work, and instead of just doing the usual,
this is a bank, this is how the bank works.
They gave me my own window, and yes, I worked
as a bank teller for a full day. And then
in all caps it says, on my own with.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
Your child to work day is what they should have
called that.
Speaker 2 (18:35):
I was only ten and not one customer batted an
eye when they came to my window to complete their transactions. Luckily,
I balanced my drawer and there were no issues.
Speaker 1 (18:46):
I couldn't even balance my drawer when I was a
fucking nineteen year old checker at a grocery store for real.
Speaker 2 (18:53):
I told my mom that I think this would be
frowned upon today and was probably child labor. And there's
a laughing emoji. I even wore one of my mom's
very nineties business outfits and curled my hair. My mom
worked at this bank for years. One of my favorite
things was when she was on ATM duty. This meant
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that for the weekend she was on call when the
ATM would get low on cash, and we parentheses because
why not bring your kid into the bank. After hours
would have to go into the bank and fill the
ATM back up with cash. This gave me the perfect
opportunity to stand on the other side of the ATM
and when someone would come up to the ATM, I
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would say Hi. It never failed to freak him out
and give me immense joy. Oh so they could talk
through the ATM.
Speaker 1 (19:41):
Yeah, yeah, it.
Speaker 2 (19:42):
Sounds like it.
Speaker 1 (19:43):
Oh my hi from a tiny child. Hi, it's haunted.
Speaker 2 (19:47):
The ATM is talking to you in a child's voice.
MFM has been a part of my self care routine
for so long. As a social worker and mom of
two toddlers, time to myself is rare, and I always
look forward to a new episode. Stay sexy and don't
worry about the ten year old bank teller. Stay sexy
and don't worry about the ten year old bank teller.
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On take your kid to work day, Rose.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
Rose, that's so sweet.
Speaker 2 (20:12):
Thank you, Rose dressed the part. Oh she curled her
ten year old hair.
Speaker 1 (20:17):
I see it.
Speaker 2 (20:18):
She showed up and that makes sense. It's like Rose
is telling the story, like can you believe they let
me do this. It's like Rose, you wanted to do it,
You're into it, and everyone is playing along.
Speaker 1 (20:27):
She showed up for work that day. It's just like
it wasn't pellanced her drawer and did it. It didn't
her drawer. That was amazing.
Speaker 2 (20:36):
I love it.
Speaker 1 (20:37):
Fun, fun, fun, that's it. Thanks for writing in you guys.
We just love your letters. Tell us whatever you want
at my Favorite Murder at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (20:45):
Yeah. Such good stories and such nice slices of life,
I know, very needed and very appreciated. Also, so many
people said their Day one listeners in these emails.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
Yeah are they really?
Speaker 2 (20:57):
Are they really?
Speaker 1 (20:57):
Just like five hundred of them.
Speaker 2 (20:58):
So yeah, let's rite. You need proof, go through and
you have to show us. Yeah all right, well stay sexy.
Speaker 1 (21:06):
And I get murdered. Goodbye, goodbye, Elvis. Do you want
a cookie?
Speaker 2 (21:19):
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Speaker 1 (21:21):
Our senior producer is Alejandra Keck.
Speaker 2 (21:24):
Our editor is Aristotle Acevedo.
Speaker 1 (21:26):
This episode was mixed by Leona Squalacci.
Speaker 2 (21:29):
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Speaker 1 (21:32):
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Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode where
we read you your stories.
Speaker 2 (00:23):
You've written them in. What choice do we have? You
wanna go first?
Speaker 1 (00:28):
Sure, hometown, I swam in a murder pool. Hello to
my humanly heroines. Oh you are the cool ants I
wish I had and hope to be. I love How
open and honest y'all are you own up to your
mistakes in life and on the pod. This is truly admirable.
Y'all are the best and the reason I started therapy
years ago. Now let's give the murderinos what they want,
(00:50):
shall we?
Speaker 2 (00:52):
That's right.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
I grew up in Westfield, Indiana. This city may sound
familiar to you because you've covered the Herb, and that
says Georgia. You pronounced the h Bowmeister, murders Herb Bowmeister.
In the nineties, Herb lived on an estate called Fox
Hollow Farms, which still exists. He would pick up gay
guys at bars, bring them back to his mansion, strangle
(01:14):
them to death in his basement pool, and bury their
bodies in the backyard. And they're still fucking finding bones.
Speaker 2 (01:18):
The bodies are out there. It's such a horrible.
Speaker 1 (01:21):
Story, horrible chilling. Well, I'm here to tell you I
have swam in that pool. I fucking know it. It's
like an indoor old school pool. I've seen it.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
I can remember, like the pictures. Yeah, I've seen that.
Go with it.
Speaker 1 (01:34):
Are I still get chills thinking about it? As you
can probably guess. I was a dumb high schooler at
the time. I was friends with the guy who lives there.
If you've watched the Ghost Adventures episode, a previous tenant
of the house claims to have been pulled under by
an unknown entity in the pool. Apparently, another ghost hunter
visiting the house had taken a photo of the pool
and saw faces peering out from under the surface of
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the water. I was also told a medium and his daughter,
who he didn't know had some our abilities at the time,
came to visit the estate in an attempt to preserve
the little girl's innocence. The medium, dad, and the homeowner
discussed the history of the house without her present. They
toured around the house and eventually led to the basement
pool area, again without knowing what happened there. The little
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girl points to the pool and says, Daddy, there's people
sleeping in there, and it says no six sense children
for me. Thank you very much. I mean, fortunately, and unfortunately,
nothing like that happened to us while we took a dip,
although we did try ghost hunting ourselves and some weird,
unexplainable things happened. A group of us were in the
dark basement phone audio recording and asking questions to any
(02:39):
ghost swilling to answer. A few moments into us attempting contact,
music from upstairs starts blaring. We were just upstairs previously,
and no one else was in that part of the house.
We ran upstairs to make sure and turn the music down.
As we were all trying to catch our breaths from
sprinting up two flights of stairs and trying to comprehend
what just happened, we hear three distinct knocks. We look
(03:01):
at each other, shocked and hurry to open the door.
No one is there. Again, It's impossible to run down
those stairs that quickly without making any noise. To this day,
I still can't come up with a logical explanation for
the music randomly turning on or the mysterious knocks on
the door. Anyways, thank you for choosing my story to
read aloud and keep doing what you're doing SSDGM d D.
Speaker 2 (03:23):
Just going to Fox Hollow Farm just to visit it is,
and the fact that people live there. But then on
top of that, to do anything like you're trying to contact, right,
like ghosts or spirits or anything, is like, yeah, they're there,
there is multiple people. Yes, they were murdered, multiple people
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murdered over and over in that spot. I can't I
can't imagine that just based on other things. And I mean,
obviously there's no proof and you cannot believe in ghosts.
Horrible dark shit happened in that house and in that
pool house, pool room or whatever.
Speaker 1 (04:01):
Yeah, but I want to think that those poor spirits
are somewhere better. They don't stick around there. They get
to go somewhere awesome.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
I would love that.
Speaker 1 (04:10):
Yeah, that's what I think.
Speaker 2 (04:13):
Yeah, you kicked it off good, I know. Sorry, no, no.
The subject line of this email is a four year
old's earliest memory. Hello in minnesot three ninety one. You
asked for crazy shit we could only get away with
in the eighties. I was four years old in nineteen
eighty two, standing up in the back seat of my
dad's seventies model car. You know, the kind made out
(04:35):
of pure steel, no seat belts or air bags, etc.
The car was loaded with six people. I'm standing behind
my dad's seat, who's the driver. My cousin, who's a
little younger than me, is standing up in the middle,
and my baby brother was actually in a car seat
shock I know. My infant sister was in some kind
of baby carrier in my mom's lap in the front
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passenger seat. We were heading into town on one of
those old two lane highways, probably going at least sixty
miles an hour. I'm sure my dad was blasting some
lead Zeppelin or CCR fun time for all until a
semi truck pulled out in front of us. My dad
said later quote, I had to make a quick decision,
(05:19):
hit the truck or hit the ditch. Oh my god,
he chose the ladder, and we ended up smashing head
on into a telepum pole. I flew over my dad
and hit the windshield. My dad stuck his arm straight
out and caught my cousin, but she smashed her knee
into the console and had to get stitches. We both
had broken arms, but that was about it for injuries,
(05:41):
which is like what impossible. Crazy just odd beater. Yeah,
I think my dad hit the steering wheel and had
blood running down his face. I remember sitting on the hood,
probably waiting on an ambulance, when my aunt arrived and
gave me a Coca Cola. Yes, that's an aunt who
gets an emergency call and then stancer for second goes
(06:03):
what will they need that I can ring totally incredible
first responder work by that ant. Yes, be prepared, drink
this can of sugar and get distracted. This is one
of my earliest memories, and I'm glad no one was killed.
My family always joked that we should have hit the
truck and then sued a nhind sight with Jesus. I
(06:24):
love your podcast and can say I'm a Day one listener.
Love you guys, and all you do is stay sexy
and always wear your seat belt, Susan.
Speaker 1 (06:32):
Jesus like the common sense back then. It seems like
it we had enough to put fucking children in seat belts, right.
Speaker 2 (06:41):
I mean some of my release memories, and I'm probably
ten years older than this person, is like sliding back
and forth on the bench seat in the back seat.
It was like it was like we were in a
separate room. It was so big and so loosey goosey. Yeah,
just that idea of like all of the things that
have now, laws have been passed and rules have been made,
(07:03):
but it was just like back then, it was that
random and they all lived. They just broke some arms.
Speaker 1 (07:11):
Say all that's that is a miracle that that fucking happened,
Thank god. Yeah, okay, this one's called trash. Grandma, Oh
I know, and it just starts. My grandparents immigrated to
America from the Philippines in the mid seventies with three children. Together,
they built my grandpa's dental practice and a beautiful life
(07:33):
for their family. They rewarded themselves by going to Vegas
every weekend.
Speaker 2 (07:40):
Hell yeah, okay, so they can I just say what
I'm guessing about those grandparents chain smokers, pretty party party
based drinkers, right, uh huh, and then kind of like
they know how to have a good time.
Speaker 1 (07:55):
These people. Oh yeah, well we're going to get to
some of those. They were such a loyal customers that
they got free hotel rooms. Every time smell those rooms.
They reek of cigarettes so bad you go there to smoke. Yeah,
sometimes they brought me in. One lucky friend gave us
each yr roll of quarters for the arcade and we're
like bye in Vegas. Yes, yep, So my Grandma Connie
(08:19):
made all kinds of trash grandma moves. She bathed me
in secondhand smoke all day every day. There you go,
put half and half in my cereal, and let me
sit on my grandpa's lap in the front seat of
the car.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
Yere you go while he was driving.
Speaker 1 (08:35):
I think she gleefully called it the best car seat
in the world. So I think she was driving. Grandma
always a passengersy got it. I could write ten pages
on her shenanigans. Instead, I'll tell you her best trash
grandma move. Ever. When I was three years old, she
and I were on her back patio. She gave kisses
to her parrot and puffed on a more cigarette while
I played quietly in the plastic kittie pool. Moreri remember those.
Speaker 2 (09:01):
Because they were longer. Oh really, you gotta get more cigarette? Yeah,
look at it.
Speaker 1 (09:06):
And then, to her horror, she spotted a rattle snake
curled up near the kiddie pool. She ran inside as
fast as she could, close in the sliding glass door
and locking it behind her. All caps. Yes, she left
me outside with the snake. She yelled for my uncle,
who yelled, get the kid inside. Thank you uncle, and
(09:28):
she reluctantly unblocked the door and took me in while
my uncle killed the snake with a shovel.
Speaker 2 (09:33):
Every man for himself.
Speaker 1 (09:34):
Oh my god. Despite this story and her being a
negative nancy and total potstir, I appreciate my grandma more
than I can say. She and my grandpa loved me
more purely and unconditionally than anyone ever has, and spoiled
me absolutely rotten. Grandpa is at the big party in
the sky, but Grandma is still here, smoking two to
three packs of Mores a day. If your grandparents are
(09:58):
still here, call them today. You mean everything to them. Oh,
stay sexy and remember that snakes can probably eat children.
Speaker 2 (10:06):
Hey well, I mean if it was a boa constructor,
let's not be crazy A.
Speaker 1 (10:12):
I want more trash grandma stories?
Speaker 2 (10:14):
Yes, hell yes, I thought, and I bet you there
are these. They might have these stories. But I was like,
the first thing my brain went to was she goes
to whatever the pepper mill, whatever place in Vegas and
just fills her purse up with creamers and salt and
pepper packets. And all that kind of.
Speaker 1 (10:31):
Stuff definitely equal.
Speaker 2 (10:34):
The subject line of this is things that wouldn't happen now,
Molotov Liquor Store Edition, and then it says in parentheses
three minutes shorty, oh hey, that's how it starts. You
recently asked for things that wouldn't happen now on a
recent miniesode and now here I am. I won't bore
you with the old story of my then six year
old uncle Tuck and rolling out of a moving car
(10:56):
on the way to church because he just didn't want
to go feel that one, but I will tell you
about a fire that would have never happened today because
we just don't smoke like we did. My grandmother Inez
worked as a cashier at a liquor store in a
tiny town in central Wisconsin called Iola, population twelve hundred.
Speaker 1 (11:17):
Wow.
Speaker 2 (11:18):
Now, Grandma had severe asthma, so she never smoked, but
it being the late nineties, she was the rare bird
who did not have a heater in hand at all times,
even on the job. She was off work the day
one of her coworkers emptied a full ashtray in the
trash bin without checking that all the butts were cool.
The trash was taken to the back and placed near
(11:39):
a pile of cardboard liquor boxes, and that's where the
fire started and grew this fire bird fast and hot
enough that once it reached the front of the store
and all the liquor bottles, it blew up the building
and one third of the downtown area caught on fire.
Holy shit. They had to knock down two buildings in
(12:01):
order to stop the fire from spreading, and in total,
seven buildings were lost and over two hundred firefighters were
called in to help from surrounding communities. You know has
lost a cushy job that day, but thankfully no people died. Wow,
that's insane. Any who stay sexy and don't turn your
liquor store into a Molotov cocktail.
Speaker 1 (12:21):
Cassie, Holy shit, I'm so scared of fires. Like I
don't want to ask for fire stories, but I bet
there's someone like some crazy ones out there that you
guys that everyone has.
Speaker 2 (12:32):
I mean right, or it could be like interactions with
the fire department, because a lot of people don't realize.
It's like there's the fire stuff, but then there's like
all the medical calls where it's like they're the first
responders often to your average medical call because they're close by.
Speaker 1 (12:47):
Well, you know, we love a first responder story in general.
So yeah, any of those anything anything? Okay, my last
one is called will That was awkward Briton's Abroad edition.
Oh hey there, friend Arenos. Greetings from ye old England,
(13:09):
more specifically Gloucester. Yes, I fucking looked up the pronunciation
of that smart home to the horror show that is
Fred and Rose West And welcome to my story. You
wanted awkward misunderstandings, I guess sure. Yeah, well here you go.
A douchebag ex boyfriend and I were on a holiday
in Japan several years ago, says his only redeeming features
(13:31):
was that he had a lot of money, So I
got to go on some pretty nice trips get chers well.
Wandering around the edge of the beautiful town of Kyoto,
we passed a cafe. There was a big sign on
the side of the building with a picture of a
steaming cup of coffee and some Japanese words. Great, we
thought we'd stop for a quick one. We parted the
retro chic beaded curtain at the entrance and went in.
(13:53):
A fairly elderly waiter appeared, looking surprised but friendly, and
bowed to us. We bowed back in a very British
way and gesture that we would like to sit at
a counter in the corner. We were the only customers.
His English was clearly ropey, and our Japanese was non existent,
so it all felt a bit awkward, but we made
ourselves comfortable while he hovered nearby, We somehow indicated that
(14:14):
we'd like two coffees, took out our map, and started
discussing where we'd go next. The sweet man continued to
stand there for a moment, but then disappeared behind another
beaded curtain, Quickly returning with our coffees. He again stood
and smiled at us weirdly for a bit, then toddled off.
It was only then that we looked up and took
in our surroundings. Through the curtain. In front of us
(14:35):
was a small, unassuming kitchen, to our left was a
sparsely decorated living room area, and behind us, through yet
another bloody beaded curtain, was the old man sitting in
a small office behind a computer. The fact that we
were the only customers suddenly made perfect horrific sense. Our
stomachs dropped as the realization hit us that this was not,
(14:55):
in fact a cafe that we wandered into, but this
poor Japanese man's house. I not one from moving quickly
under any circumstances. Have never shot out of a chair
so fast. We grabbed our things, the commotion bringing the
guy out to see what these foreign idiots were up to. Now.
(15:16):
One thing we excel out in England is apologizing, so
in a way, this was our time to shine.
Speaker 2 (15:21):
Yeah, get in there.
Speaker 1 (15:22):
We said sorry two thousand times, about another thousand times,
and tried unsuccessfully to explain ourselves across the language barrier.
As we tumbled outside, Douchebag took out his wallet and
tried to give the guy some money. How fucking mortifying,
but empathetically gestured no, just smiled, look puzzled, and waved
us off a closer inspection. It turns out that the
(15:43):
big cafe sign on the side of the building was
actually just an advert for some coffee brand. I want
to curl up in a ball and die when I
think about this, but also my heart is forever warm
by the unflinching kindness and generosity of that lovely Jack
Japanese man. I hope he still thinks of us sometimes
and if he's listening, which he's definitely nota and sorry,
(16:09):
I've been listening to you, megababe since day one. My
how we've all grown physically, emotionally, spiritually. It's been a
journey stay sexy and learn Japanese, Laurenex.
Speaker 2 (16:21):
I mean, it's so beautiful that culturally japan are the
kind of people, as far as I understand, yeah, that
they would never go Like I just realized, I don't
know if I can ever travel to Japan because I
am the most direct, like what are you doing in here?
Like I have no problem I've never had saying things
like that, where it's like, this is an entire culture
(16:43):
of people who would never try to or want to offend,
even if it means you're busting into their house.
Speaker 1 (16:50):
Start demanding coffee, like whene and got them coffees?
Speaker 2 (16:54):
Did it? Did the cups match? Like? Was he trying
to then pretend to was a cafe because he didn't
want them to be embarrassed?
Speaker 1 (17:02):
Or is it like the quirky kind that has like
a bunch of different kinds of mugs but it's actually
your house because you have a bunch of different kinds
of mugs.
Speaker 2 (17:08):
What if them doing that made this man realize he
actually did want to open a cafe and that was
his true art's desire.
Speaker 1 (17:15):
Oh my god, that's when he realized.
Speaker 2 (17:18):
Yeah, that's what it all came together.
Speaker 1 (17:19):
That's it.
Speaker 2 (17:21):
Okay, here's my last The subject line is ten year
old bank teller. Hi, let's get these pleasantries out of
the way. I've been a listener since day one. I
was a grad student then, and I'm almost done with
my public service loan forgiveness. I've gotten married and had
two kids in that timespan that I've been listening. I
mean talk about growing, and Lauren made that point, and
(17:42):
now this email takes up where Lauren left off. Yeah,
that's quite a lot of growth.
Speaker 1 (17:47):
That's amazing.
Speaker 2 (17:48):
I don't think I've done as much. Okay, anyway, I'm
listening to MINNISO three ninety one and you said something
about a seventeen year old bank teller. Well, I want
to tell you that I was a ten year old
bank teller. I grew up in a really small town
of Brawley, California. And if you don't know anything about
small towns, they seem to make up their own rules
when it comes to things, and this includes when it
(18:10):
comes to things, and this includes take your child to
work day. My mom was a bank teller and took
me to work, and instead of just doing the usual,
this is a bank, this is how the bank works.
They gave me my own window, and yes, I worked
as a bank teller for a full day. And then
in all caps it says, on my own with.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
Your child to work day is what they should have
called that.
Speaker 2 (18:35):
I was only ten and not one customer batted an
eye when they came to my window to complete their transactions. Luckily,
I balanced my drawer and there were no issues.
Speaker 1 (18:46):
I couldn't even balance my drawer when I was a
fucking nineteen year old checker at a grocery store for real.
Speaker 2 (18:53):
I told my mom that I think this would be
frowned upon today and was probably child labor. And there's
a laughing emoji. I even wore one of my mom's
very nineties business outfits and curled my hair. My mom
worked at this bank for years. One of my favorite
things was when she was on ATM duty. This meant
(19:14):
that for the weekend she was on call when the
ATM would get low on cash, and we parentheses because
why not bring your kid into the bank. After hours
would have to go into the bank and fill the
ATM back up with cash. This gave me the perfect
opportunity to stand on the other side of the ATM
and when someone would come up to the ATM, I
(19:34):
would say Hi. It never failed to freak him out
and give me immense joy. Oh so they could talk
through the ATM.
Speaker 1 (19:41):
Yeah, yeah, it.
Speaker 2 (19:42):
Sounds like it.
Speaker 1 (19:43):
Oh my hi from a tiny child. Hi, it's haunted.
Speaker 2 (19:47):
The ATM is talking to you in a child's voice.
MFM has been a part of my self care routine
for so long. As a social worker and mom of
two toddlers, time to myself is rare, and I always
look forward to a new episode. Stay sexy and don't
worry about the ten year old bank teller. Stay sexy
and don't worry about the ten year old bank teller.
(20:07):
On take your kid to work day, Rose.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
Rose, that's so sweet.
Speaker 2 (20:12):
Thank you, Rose dressed the part. Oh she curled her
ten year old hair.
Speaker 1 (20:17):
I see it.
Speaker 2 (20:18):
She showed up and that makes sense. It's like Rose
is telling the story, like can you believe they let
me do this. It's like Rose, you wanted to do it,
You're into it, and everyone is playing along.
Speaker 1 (20:27):
She showed up for work that day. It's just like
it wasn't pellanced her drawer and did it. It didn't
her drawer. That was amazing.
Speaker 2 (20:36):
I love it.
Speaker 1 (20:37):
Fun, fun, fun, that's it. Thanks for writing in you guys.
We just love your letters. Tell us whatever you want
at my Favorite Murder at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (20:45):
Yeah. Such good stories and such nice slices of life,
I know, very needed and very appreciated. Also, so many
people said their Day one listeners in these emails.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
Yeah are they really?
Speaker 2 (20:57):
Are they really?
Speaker 1 (20:57):
Just like five hundred of them.
Speaker 2 (20:58):
So yeah, let's rite. You need proof, go through and
you have to show us. Yeah all right, well stay sexy.
Speaker 1 (21:06):
And I get murdered. Goodbye, goodbye, Elvis. Do you want
a cookie?
Speaker 2 (21:19):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 1 (21:21):
Our senior producer is Alejandra Keck.
Speaker 2 (21:24):
Our editor is Aristotle Acevedo.
Speaker 1 (21:26):
This episode was mixed by Leona Squalacci.
Speaker 2 (21:29):
Emailing your hometowns to My Favorite Murder at gmail dot
com
Speaker 1 (21:32):
And follow us show on Instagram and Facebook at my
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