April 4, 2021 • 10 mins
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(00:27):
Good evening, friends, Welcome backto another episode of the True Crime Witch
podcasts. This one is going tobe a little short one, just a
short creepy pastor reading, just untilI've got myself back together and then normal
programming schedule INK will resume in twoweeks time. So without further ado,
(00:50):
let's get into it. Speak louder, please. I put my hand up
next to my ear from the backof the room, signaling that she would
need to raise her voice. Shetook a deep breath. I could see
anxiety turning. Her cheeks beat redas strands of blundhair began to fall out
of the same nappy pony she woreevery day. There was something about her
(01:11):
so familiar, but I just couldn'tput my finger on it. With her
face glued to the paper, tooafraid to make eye contact, she quickly
spurt it out, Hi, myname is Paisley Jackson, and this is
my poem called My Family. Paisleywas a little shy girl. In fact,
(01:34):
she was one of the quietest studentsI have ever had in my ten
years of teaching, which I guessbeing the youngest of eleven siblings will do
that to anyone. Surprisingly, shewas very smart, unlike the rest of
her siblings, who were dumber thana box of rocks. Lord, the
Jackson kids were such a headache.Except for Paisley. Of course, I
(01:57):
just wished I could have given amore opportunities to improve her future. Don't
get me wrong, I tried tohelp Paisley, I really did. I
gave her clothes, food, andeven had funds lined up for her.
But living dirt poor in a shackin the middle of the desert was a
bad hand to be dealt in life. Besides, no matter what I did,
(02:22):
it wouldn't have made a difference.Everyone knows that the cycle of poverty
is almost impossible to break. Icrossed my legs pen in hand, preparing
for yet another bland story about afamily I'd never get to meet. If
you've ever worked with underprivileged kids,you'd know that the guardian involvement is quite
(02:43):
rare. When it came to interestin their daughter's education, Paisley's parents were
note exception. I have two mommies, one named Betty, who can make
good spaghetti. I call her mom. That's the one that's married to my
dad. Wondering Claire with pretty yellowhair I call her mommy. Dad calls
(03:05):
her his project, his hobby,being smack dab in the middle of Utah.
I'd seen hundreds of polygamous families,so this didn't strike me as odd.
Besides, even though polygamy is illegal, I tried to keep my nose
in my own business. Mom takescare of us all she can do that
(03:28):
because she's so tall. Mummy wearsa silver, pretty bracelet. She wears
it because she's so famous. Wouldn'tbe the first time I saw kids coming
up with stories about their celebrity parentsto add excitement to their ordinary lives.
I just didn't expect it to comefrom Paisley. Mummy has me and Tommy.
(03:49):
He's one of my older brothers.Mum is a lot older, she
has all the others. I cringed. That meant that one of Paisley's mothers
even birth to nine a children.I couldn't imagine going through that many pregnancies.
Dad says me and Tommy are agift from God. He'll never hit
(04:10):
us with a rod. His prideand joy is Tommy. But he says
the only person he truly loves isMummy. I looked up from my grade
book with the line about a rodcatching my attention. However, this wasn't
the first time one of my schoonersof accidentally reported abuse. Truth is CPS
(04:30):
picks and chooses who they want tohelp. Mom is having another baby.
She's mad. Dad wants to nameit Daisy. Mommy can't have no more
kids, her last one died ofSIDS. Shifting in my seat, I
scribbled down a note reminding myself todeliver my daughter's old baby clothes to the
(04:51):
Jackson's shack. As a mother myself, I know how babies can be expensive.
Dad says she did it on purposebecause she wanted to run off and
join the circus. Mom says itwasn't her fault. I promised to keep
that in the meat and her vault. I shook my head in sadness.
(05:15):
How could some one blame a grievingmother for something she couldn't control. Mummy
was the one Dad chose. Hewatched all of her school shows. They
were joined in the night. Daddysays inside her is a lot of fight.
Mommy's just to cover Dad doesn't reallylove her. I threw my hand
(05:35):
up a gesturing sign meaning stop.That I had taught my students, but
Paisley didn't look up. She continuedto read, oblivious to my disappointed frown.
Obviously, one of her siblings puther up to this as a joke.
Mummy says she needs to get out. She wants to show me what
(05:56):
life is all about. Dad getsmad. It's his biggest pet peeve.
Mommy is sad. She just wantsto leave. Mommy sings to me her
favorite song. Mom said Dad's headis wired wrong. Shaking my head,
I sighed. Another child with somuch potential and such a kind heart was
stuck in the middle of a lover'squarrel that didn't even involve her. Last
(06:21):
birthday, I wanted to take Mommyto see her favorite basketball team. Mom
made me a cake with frosted buttercream. I got to see the Knicks,
but Dad said he made a mistakehe couldn't fix. Nothing is the same
anymore. I don't know why forsure. Now Dad cries alone at night.
(06:43):
He asked God, what have Idone to Mom? He no longer
tends. She hopes the baby willmake amends. Paisley rose her head with
a smile, looking for my approval. Although I was appalled at the inappropriateness
of her poem. I didn't wantto break her spirits. She was clearly
very proud of it, and scoldingher for something that wasn't her wrongdoing was
(07:06):
just going to send that little girlback into a shell that I'd been trying
to break for months. So insteadI clapped, making the rest of the
class, who were too young tounderstand the true gravity of the situation,
applaud too. Missus June. Ibought a picture of Mummy for extra credit.
(07:28):
It's got one more part of thepoem? Can I show the class?
I nodded my head, thinking therecouldn't be any details worse than what
she had already presented. Paisley reachedinto the front pocket on her old,
worn out, hand me down dress, pulling out an old aging photo she
fipped. She flipped the flaking picturearound, displaying it as if it were
(07:55):
her most prized possession. My bloodran called. I finally figured out why
Paisley had looked so familiar to mein what seemed to be a school photograph,
Smiling ear to ear exactly like Paisleywas a young woman by the name
of Claire Daisy. She was ahigh school student, popular for her ability
(08:16):
to gain the lead in every schoolplay that went missing twelve years ago without
a trace. She was last seenleaving theater practice late one night, but
then she just vanished. No signof a struggle, no witnesses, no
evidence, nobody. Her case wascovered on every new station in Utah for
(08:37):
a while because of how peculiar itwas, until people lost interest. Paisley
happily continued, I was so inshock. I couldn't stop her. If
she read off the back of thepicture. There is one thing I don't
understand, and maybe you'll have theanswer at hand. If Daddy's love for
(08:58):
Mommy will never sway, why didhe treat her that way? Mom lays
ahead on a nice soft bed,but Mummy sleeps in the basement under a
big slab of cement. That wasthis week Scooby Pastor. It's called Mummy
sleeps on the basement. I willleave a link to it in the show
notes. Apologies, it's only avery short one. Things have been very
(09:20):
busy. I've been taking a bitof a break, but I will have
a usual episode back with you intwo weeks time. I want to say
hi in a big thank you tomy new patre In Deborah, thank you
so much. You can find meon Patreon, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook,
anywhere. Just search True Crime Whichor True Crime Which podcast. I
(09:43):
shall appear And until next time,stay safe and stay spooky, Open thet
better the D of D
Good evening, friends, Welcome backto another episode of the True Crime Witch
podcasts. This one is going tobe a little short one, just a
short creepy pastor reading, just untilI've got myself back together and then normal
programming schedule INK will resume in twoweeks time. So without further ado,
(00:50):
let's get into it. Speak louder, please. I put my hand up
next to my ear from the backof the room, signaling that she would
need to raise her voice. Shetook a deep breath. I could see
anxiety turning. Her cheeks beat redas strands of blundhair began to fall out
of the same nappy pony she woreevery day. There was something about her
(01:11):
so familiar, but I just couldn'tput my finger on it. With her
face glued to the paper, tooafraid to make eye contact, she quickly
spurt it out, Hi, myname is Paisley Jackson, and this is
my poem called My Family. Paisleywas a little shy girl. In fact,
(01:34):
she was one of the quietest studentsI have ever had in my ten
years of teaching, which I guessbeing the youngest of eleven siblings will do
that to anyone. Surprisingly, shewas very smart, unlike the rest of
her siblings, who were dumber thana box of rocks. Lord, the
Jackson kids were such a headache.Except for Paisley. Of course, I
(01:57):
just wished I could have given amore opportunities to improve her future. Don't
get me wrong, I tried tohelp Paisley, I really did. I
gave her clothes, food, andeven had funds lined up for her.
But living dirt poor in a shackin the middle of the desert was a
bad hand to be dealt in life. Besides, no matter what I did,
(02:22):
it wouldn't have made a difference.Everyone knows that the cycle of poverty
is almost impossible to break. Icrossed my legs pen in hand, preparing
for yet another bland story about afamily I'd never get to meet. If
you've ever worked with underprivileged kids,you'd know that the guardian involvement is quite
(02:43):
rare. When it came to interestin their daughter's education, Paisley's parents were
note exception. I have two mommies, one named Betty, who can make
good spaghetti. I call her mom. That's the one that's married to my
dad. Wondering Claire with pretty yellowhair I call her mommy. Dad calls
(03:05):
her his project, his hobby,being smack dab in the middle of Utah.
I'd seen hundreds of polygamous families,so this didn't strike me as odd.
Besides, even though polygamy is illegal, I tried to keep my nose
in my own business. Mom takescare of us all she can do that
(03:28):
because she's so tall. Mummy wearsa silver, pretty bracelet. She wears
it because she's so famous. Wouldn'tbe the first time I saw kids coming
up with stories about their celebrity parentsto add excitement to their ordinary lives.
I just didn't expect it to comefrom Paisley. Mummy has me and Tommy.
(03:49):
He's one of my older brothers.Mum is a lot older, she
has all the others. I cringed. That meant that one of Paisley's mothers
even birth to nine a children.I couldn't imagine going through that many pregnancies.
Dad says me and Tommy are agift from God. He'll never hit
(04:10):
us with a rod. His prideand joy is Tommy. But he says
the only person he truly loves isMummy. I looked up from my grade
book with the line about a rodcatching my attention. However, this wasn't
the first time one of my schoonersof accidentally reported abuse. Truth is CPS
(04:30):
picks and chooses who they want tohelp. Mom is having another baby.
She's mad. Dad wants to nameit Daisy. Mommy can't have no more
kids, her last one died ofSIDS. Shifting in my seat, I
scribbled down a note reminding myself todeliver my daughter's old baby clothes to the
(04:51):
Jackson's shack. As a mother myself, I know how babies can be expensive.
Dad says she did it on purposebecause she wanted to run off and
join the circus. Mom says itwasn't her fault. I promised to keep
that in the meat and her vault. I shook my head in sadness.
(05:15):
How could some one blame a grievingmother for something she couldn't control. Mummy
was the one Dad chose. Hewatched all of her school shows. They
were joined in the night. Daddysays inside her is a lot of fight.
Mommy's just to cover Dad doesn't reallylove her. I threw my hand
(05:35):
up a gesturing sign meaning stop.That I had taught my students, but
Paisley didn't look up. She continuedto read, oblivious to my disappointed frown.
Obviously, one of her siblings puther up to this as a joke.
Mummy says she needs to get out. She wants to show me what
(05:56):
life is all about. Dad getsmad. It's his biggest pet peeve.
Mommy is sad. She just wantsto leave. Mommy sings to me her
favorite song. Mom said Dad's headis wired wrong. Shaking my head,
I sighed. Another child with somuch potential and such a kind heart was
stuck in the middle of a lover'squarrel that didn't even involve her. Last
(06:21):
birthday, I wanted to take Mommyto see her favorite basketball team. Mom
made me a cake with frosted buttercream. I got to see the Knicks,
but Dad said he made a mistakehe couldn't fix. Nothing is the same
anymore. I don't know why forsure. Now Dad cries alone at night.
(06:43):
He asked God, what have Idone to Mom? He no longer
tends. She hopes the baby willmake amends. Paisley rose her head with
a smile, looking for my approval. Although I was appalled at the inappropriateness
of her poem. I didn't wantto break her spirits. She was clearly
very proud of it, and scoldingher for something that wasn't her wrongdoing was
(07:06):
just going to send that little girlback into a shell that I'd been trying
to break for months. So insteadI clapped, making the rest of the
class, who were too young tounderstand the true gravity of the situation,
applaud too. Missus June. Ibought a picture of Mummy for extra credit.
(07:28):
It's got one more part of thepoem? Can I show the class?
I nodded my head, thinking therecouldn't be any details worse than what
she had already presented. Paisley reachedinto the front pocket on her old,
worn out, hand me down dress, pulling out an old aging photo she
fipped. She flipped the flaking picturearound, displaying it as if it were
(07:55):
her most prized possession. My bloodran called. I finally figured out why
Paisley had looked so familiar to mein what seemed to be a school photograph,
Smiling ear to ear exactly like Paisleywas a young woman by the name
of Claire Daisy. She was ahigh school student, popular for her ability
(08:16):
to gain the lead in every schoolplay that went missing twelve years ago without
a trace. She was last seenleaving theater practice late one night, but
then she just vanished. No signof a struggle, no witnesses, no
evidence, nobody. Her case wascovered on every new station in Utah for
(08:37):
a while because of how peculiar itwas, until people lost interest. Paisley
happily continued, I was so inshock. I couldn't stop her. If
she read off the back of thepicture. There is one thing I don't
understand, and maybe you'll have theanswer at hand. If Daddy's love for
(08:58):
Mommy will never sway, why didhe treat her that way? Mom lays
ahead on a nice soft bed,but Mummy sleeps in the basement under a
big slab of cement. That wasthis week Scooby Pastor. It's called Mummy
sleeps on the basement. I willleave a link to it in the show
notes. Apologies, it's only avery short one. Things have been very
(09:20):
busy. I've been taking a bitof a break, but I will have
a usual episode back with you intwo weeks time. I want to say
hi in a big thank you tomy new patre In Deborah, thank you
so much. You can find meon Patreon, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook,
anywhere. Just search True Crime Whichor True Crime Which podcast. I
(09:43):
shall appear And until next time,stay safe and stay spooky, Open thet
better the D of D
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