Speaker 1: Hey, how's it going. My name's Ben and I'm Nicole,
Speaker 1: and you're listening to listener tales from Wicked.
Speaker 2: And Grim bonus episode.
Speaker 1: Yeah, so this is an official episode by any means.
Speaker 1: It's sorry, it is not. I kind of stumbled that
Speaker 1: it is not an official episode. This is just listener tales.
Speaker 1: So those people who are out there who are awesome,
Speaker 1: who listen to our show submitted some creepy ass shit
Speaker 1: they have been through and we're going to read that.
Speaker 2: Okay, I'm very intrigued, so am I.
Speaker 1: I want to know what your reaction is to some
Speaker 1: of these because they're kind of creepy.
Speaker 2: Have you read through all of them already? Well?
Speaker 1: I have, because I mean I had to select for today.
Speaker 1: We got it quite a bit. I couldn't go through
Speaker 1: and do all of them. So what we have, they're
Speaker 1: they're they're pretty, they're pretty, uh well, I don't want
Speaker 1: to give it away. I'll just leave it at that.
Speaker 1: They're they're interesting, that's crazy.
Speaker 3: They're spooky, legit things that have happened to some of
Speaker 3: our listeners.
Speaker 1: Correct.
Speaker 2: Oh my gosh, I feel like I already got goosebumps here.
Speaker 1: And then if there is time I might share a
Speaker 1: little bit of a story at the end of your
Speaker 1: own of my own, so we'll see. Are you ready
Speaker 1: for this?
Speaker 2: I'm ready, You're ready.
Speaker 1: Okay. So for listener tales, we are starting off here
Speaker 1: with Cheyenne or Shy. I'm not going to be sharing
Speaker 1: any last names from anyone, just to keep personal information quiet.
Speaker 2: That's good.
Speaker 1: But Shy has sent us this. She says, this is
Speaker 1: the time I dated a murderer.
Speaker 3: Oh okay, yeah, starting out strong there, right.
Speaker 1: So I'm going to read verbatim what Cheyenne wrote. So
Speaker 1: imagine me as cheyennecause she wrote this in the first person. Yes,
Speaker 1: I was fifteen years old, a sophomore at high school
Speaker 1: in South Florida, and a little confused about where my
Speaker 1: life was heading. As most of us were in high school,
Speaker 1: I was depressed and I experimented with drugs often. Picture
Speaker 1: up a tet, one hundred pound, light skinned girl who
Speaker 1: only wore black and had dyed colorful hair, that listens
Speaker 1: into heavy metal rock music and carried around a set
Speaker 1: of drumsticks. I met a guy named David, and he
Speaker 1: was a little older than me. I think at the
Speaker 1: time he was eighteen nineteen. We met at the civic
Speaker 1: Center that was ten minutes walking distance from my house.
Speaker 1: He was friends with my ex for girlfriend, who was
Speaker 1: still friendly with me, and his brother was my friend
Speaker 1: as well. We gravitated towards each other like moths to
Speaker 1: a flame. We had this deeply misunderstood feeling about ourselves
Speaker 1: and that was one of the things that really brought
Speaker 1: us together. We spent every day together for months. He
Speaker 1: would wait for me by my house as I walked
Speaker 1: home from school, or he would wait at the bus
Speaker 1: stop for me when I decided to take the bus.
Speaker 1: We would smoke weed and do a couple of other
Speaker 1: things together. Once I brought him home, my mom said
Speaker 1: she didn't like him, but wouldn't intervene in my relationship.
Speaker 1: We broke up shortly after him meeting my mom and
Speaker 1: family because he was going to the Army and I
Speaker 1: was going through some mental health issues that made it
Speaker 1: difficult to focus on someone else in the relationship. One day,
Speaker 1: I stopped seeing him around the neighborhood. I questioned it,
Speaker 1: but didn't think anything of it until I saw him
Speaker 1: on the news one night. David Smith not his real
Speaker 1: last name, arrested for murder. I was stunned and shocked. Wow,
Speaker 1: my mouth dropped open, and I swear you could hear
Speaker 1: it hit the floor. I was completely confused. I instantly
Speaker 1: took my phone out and googled it. He and a
Speaker 1: roommate were arrested for murdering their landlord.
Speaker 2: Wow.
Speaker 1: The landlord was bound, gagged, beaten, and rolled up in
Speaker 1: a rug and tossed in the canal in the back
Speaker 1: of the house with a box of his belongings. They
Speaker 1: murdered the elderly landlord. Oh my gosh, I think he
Speaker 1: was in his seventies because they didn't want to pay rent.
Speaker 1: I was disgusted and appalled, but I could now say
Speaker 1: I dated a murderer.
Speaker 2: Holy shit.
Speaker 1: Could you imagine seeing your ex on the news only
Speaker 1: to find out that they killed someone while you're dating them?
Speaker 2: Oh? Were they together? But yeah, at the time of the.
Speaker 3: Murder, well, I believe so, or maybe it was afterwards,
Speaker 3: though I don't know how well.
Speaker 1: I mean she did say sometime later, so actually it
Speaker 1: could have been that they committed it afterwards.
Speaker 3: Right, But still that he had it in him, yes,
Speaker 3: to commit murder and you were dating him? Yes, Yes,
Speaker 3: that is very unnerving. Yeah, I think I would have
Speaker 3: trouble sleeping and wondering.
Speaker 1: I would be thanking my lucky stars as it ended
Speaker 1: when it did.
Speaker 3: Actually that too, because yeah, if you were still dating,
Speaker 3: could you imagine eh hitting?
Speaker 2: Oh okay, that's that's a lot.
Speaker 1: Do you think that's going to be something that we
Speaker 1: can beat? Well, I'm not going to compare them to
Speaker 1: each other, but I mean that that that's setting the
Speaker 1: bar high as all that is very.
Speaker 2: Much so, because yeah, that doesn't it gets I would
Speaker 2: struggle with that one.
Speaker 1: Yeah yeah.
Speaker 2: But also like you're being on the positive side, like shit, yeah.
Speaker 1: Yeah, she got out.
Speaker 2: I got out of that.
Speaker 1: Yeah, no longer associating with this motherfucker. I mean it's
Speaker 1: terrible that he Really you're going to fucking murder your
Speaker 1: landlord because you don't want to pay rent?
Speaker 3: Yeah, really, there's no way that you're you're going to
Speaker 3: get away with that, Like.
Speaker 1: What the fuck? Yeah, And of all the reasons to
Speaker 1: kill someone, I think killing just for the sake of
Speaker 1: killing is a better reason than I don't want to
Speaker 1: pay rent.
Speaker 2: Yeah, but not that.
Speaker 3: Either a good reason though if they were on drugs
Speaker 3: or something at the time when they were doing it,
Speaker 3: or oh, potentially right or under some influence of something. Still,
Speaker 3: I mean, that's no reason whatever, But no.
Speaker 1: Reason is a good reason. No, Holy, okay, all right
Speaker 1: on to the next one. So well, I mean I
Speaker 1: should say, first and foremost, thank you Shy for sending
Speaker 1: that in. That's a crazy story.
Speaker 2: Yeah, no, we appreciate you sharing that with us. Wow.
Speaker 1: And next up we have Wendy. So Wendy has this
Speaker 1: to say.
Speaker 2: Okay, let's hear what's Wendy got to say?
Speaker 1: Well, this is what Wendy is. Now.
Speaker 2: I'm like, do I want to know?
Speaker 1: She says this and again, reading verbatim. We lived in
Speaker 1: an older apartment above a bar closed for years on
Speaker 1: the south side of Milwaukee. We always heard weird noises
Speaker 1: at all hours, and my fiance was actually touched in
Speaker 1: the attic. We went to bed one night and fell
Speaker 1: asleep fairly quickly. I woke up in the middle of
Speaker 1: the night because I heard something in the living room.
Speaker 1: Both of us have insomnia, so it's not unusual for
Speaker 1: one of us to wake up and go to the
Speaker 1: other room to read or play video games or whatever.
Speaker 1: I looked down to the bedroom door and saw a
Speaker 1: dark figure outside the bedroom door and heard shuffling noises.
Speaker 2: Gosh.
Speaker 1: I of course thought it was my fiance, so I
Speaker 1: yelled at him to be quiet and come back to bed.
Speaker 1: No response. I repeated it and got no response again,
Speaker 1: so I simply said, we'll just be quiet please. I
Speaker 1: rolled over to go back to sleep and rolled into
Speaker 1: my fiance, who had never left the bed. I got
Speaker 1: instant chills and covered my head with the blanket and
Speaker 1: shut my eyes while trying to get as close to
Speaker 1: him as possible. I eventually fell back to sleep. Creep
Speaker 1: me out big time and is something I will never forget.
Speaker 2: Okay.
Speaker 3: The fact that you just like we're able to go
Speaker 3: back to sleep is mind blowing, right.
Speaker 2: I just think if that was.
Speaker 3: Me, I'd be like, Ben, wake the fuck up, like
Speaker 3: we're out. That's terrifying. I'd be terrified.
Speaker 1: I'm what, Okay, I'm curious, Wendy, shoot us another message.
Speaker 1: Do you think it possibly could have been like a
Speaker 1: nightmare of sorts? Do you know you were awake? Because
Speaker 1: I know insomnia can sometimes like mess with an individual's mind,
Speaker 1: like sleep paralysis and stuff. So is it possible that
Speaker 1: it was a dream? Yeah, I mean I doubt it.
Speaker 1: I'm pretty sure she's she's certain, but I'm just curious.
Speaker 3: We're assuming this is a ghost right of sorts, and
Speaker 3: not like a burglar.
Speaker 1: I'm well, I'm assuming she didn't say that she was.
Speaker 3: Robbed, yeah, or just someone breaking in though, like's, oh
Speaker 3: my gosh, I don't know either way, that's too much. Yeah,
Speaker 3: i'd be terrified. And the fact that you went back
Speaker 3: to sleep like, well.
Speaker 1: Done, no shit, But I do have to give her credit.
Speaker 1: I mean, putting the covers over your head, that does
Speaker 1: solve a lot of problems.
Speaker 2: That protects you from anything, right.
Speaker 1: Nothing's getting through that barrier.
Speaker 2: Oh my gosh.
Speaker 1: So yeah, dark figure in the hallway. I'm surprised that
Speaker 1: your fiance didn't wake up.
Speaker 3: Yeah, well, I mean, honestly, would you though you're pretty
Speaker 3: heavy sleeper at times? Touche to sche like there's been
Speaker 3: oh yeah, I have literally like we live in African
Speaker 3: tiny house and I remember Kiwi barfing up top and
Speaker 3: are loft and me like coming downstairs. I even actually
Speaker 3: fucking turned the light on and I'm like trying to
Speaker 3: clean this up, and you were just like either you're
Speaker 3: pretending because you didn't want to help, or you were sleeping.
Speaker 1: No, I have no recollection of such event. So I
Speaker 1: was out.
Speaker 2: Because it was the middle of the night, and I
Speaker 2: accidentally turned the loft light on. Huh, and that didn't
Speaker 2: even wake you. I was a little surprised. Huh.
Speaker 1: Interesting with my face covered by the blankets, because again,
Speaker 1: that barrier protects you from everything.
Speaker 2: I don't know. I can't recall all right.
Speaker 1: On to the next one here, So we got Laurie
Speaker 1: who sent this one in. This story takes place back
Speaker 1: in nineteen six in the nineteen sixties, Okay, when I
Speaker 1: was a little girl. I'm the youngest of three girls
Speaker 1: when this happened. I was three years old, my next sister,
Speaker 1: Christy was and my oldest sister, Roxanne, was eight. It
Speaker 1: was Halloween and we were all dressed and ready to
Speaker 1: go out trick or treating. The three of us had
Speaker 1: never been allowed to go out on our own, so
Speaker 1: Roxanne was doing some major pleading with our folks, and
Speaker 1: she was old enough to take us and be responsible
Speaker 1: for us. We had a specific route we had to
Speaker 1: stick to, and they agreed on a time when we
Speaker 1: had to be back home. We had been out for
Speaker 1: about an hour when we ended up approaching this house.
Speaker 1: We walked on the front porch, rang the bell and waited.
Speaker 1: After a while, a guy opened the door. We yelled
Speaker 1: trick or treat, giddy with excitement. The guy opens the
Speaker 1: door a little more and we see a gorilla chained
Speaker 1: up in the corner of the living room to the wall.
Speaker 1: He's jumping up and down and pulling on the chain.
Speaker 1: The guy at the door says, it's okay, he's not
Speaker 1: getting out of those chains. What. At that moment, the
Speaker 1: gorilla breaks the chain and charges towards the door. Oh
Speaker 1: my gosh, directly at the three of us. At this point,
Speaker 1: I don't really remember much. My oldest six sister, Roxanne,
Speaker 1: grabbed me and my other sister and we ran down
Speaker 1: the driveway as fast as we could. As we were fleeing,
Speaker 1: the gorilla had come out the door and was chasing
Speaker 1: after us. As we got across the street, the gorilla stops,
Speaker 1: takes off its head and yells, hey, girls, come back,
Speaker 1: It's just a joke.
Speaker 3: Oh my gosh, Okay, I'm like, this is freaking terrifying.
Speaker 1: Which she says, which was the farthest thing from our minds.
Speaker 1: Me and my sister Christy were crying and totally terrified.
Speaker 1: We were about four blocks from home, which meant nothing
Speaker 1: to us as we ran the entire way home.
Speaker 2: Oh my gosh.
Speaker 1: After we got home, it took quite a while for
Speaker 1: us to calm down enough to tell our folks about
Speaker 1: what just happened. When we realized I did not even
Speaker 1: have my Halloween candy bag. I must have dropped it
Speaker 1: as we're seeing for our lives. Just then, my father
Speaker 1: told my sister Roxanne to show him the house. My
Speaker 1: father was on a mission to find those guys and
Speaker 1: give a good ass chewing, which he did. When they
Speaker 1: came back, he now had my candy bag, saying, I
Speaker 1: bet they never do that again. To this day, fifty
Speaker 1: seven years later, I can't even look at a gorilla,
Speaker 1: real or fake without being totally terrified. Every time the
Speaker 1: three of us get together, this story always comes up.
Speaker 1: We all can laugh about it now, but that was
Speaker 1: not the case years ago. Roxanne still swears to this
Speaker 1: day that she wasn't scared and knew it was all
Speaker 1: fake along, which Christie and I totally disagree with. She
Speaker 1: was just as scared as we were. That is terrifying
Speaker 1: and hilarious. I'm sorry it happened.
Speaker 2: It's a bit hilarious, but those people probably went a
Speaker 2: bit too far. Definitely can go too far. Oh shit
Speaker 2: like that.
Speaker 1: Yeah, especially this being in the in the sixties where
Speaker 1: it's like this sort of stuff. I don't think me
Speaker 1: mind you, I wasn't alive then, I don't think this
Speaker 1: sort of stuff would have been occurring too much, Like
Speaker 1: Halloween wasn't as big of a horrifying, terrifying thing, I
Speaker 1: don't think from my perspective. But but yeah, could you
Speaker 1: imagine fucking gorilla chained up chasing you like that?
Speaker 3: Well, yeah, and it'cessially like at first to be like
Speaker 3: so alarmed that this person has a gorilla in their
Speaker 3: freaking house, no kidding, and then it, oh, it's not
Speaker 3: going to get loose, and then this thing gets loose,
Speaker 3: like I would actually probably piss myself, especially if you're
Speaker 3: three years old.
Speaker 1: Yeah, no kidding. I could like I could see okay,
Speaker 1: playing the prank of like oh, it gets out and
Speaker 1: then you close the door, but like chasing you down
Speaker 1: the fuck yeah driveway and street, that is way too excessive.
Speaker 2: That's yeah.
Speaker 3: I have actually had some times though, like trigger trading,
Speaker 3: where people have jumped out and scared you, and I mean, yeah,
Speaker 3: I just don't even know if you could get away
Speaker 3: with that nowadays necessarily.
Speaker 1: I don't think so.
Speaker 2: Yeah, you just have to have inflatable blow up shit
Speaker 2: in your yard.
Speaker 1: Yeah, you're right. Oh my gosh, I think if something
Speaker 1: like that were to happen nowadays, I think it would
Speaker 1: be more than just someone getting yelled at. I think
Speaker 1: like cops would probably be involved, probably most likely.
Speaker 2: Yeah, Oh my gosh, that is a story.
Speaker 1: Now, that is quite the story. Thank you Laurie for sharing.
Speaker 2: That, and I am curious though a follow up question?
Speaker 2: Did you go trick or treating the next year?
Speaker 1: Yeah? Have you gone trick or treating since ever? Again?
Speaker 2: Yeah? Holyh and was.
Speaker 1: That Halloween candy worth it? Our next one here comes
Speaker 1: from Hannah to start. I don't really believe in a
Speaker 1: whole lot of paranormal slash ghost phenomena, but I really
Speaker 1: got to say, what happened to me really makes me
Speaker 1: question my whole belief system. I need to give a
Speaker 1: little back story though, before I get into it, so
Speaker 1: bear with me. At the time of the event, I'm
Speaker 1: eight years old. Kids are creepy and always seeing weird shit,
Speaker 1: so makes sense my godmother was someone that I saw occasionally,
Speaker 1: maybe like once a year, When I would visit her,
Speaker 1: sometimes her best friend surely would be with her. I
Speaker 1: only met Shirley a couple times, but from what I remember,
Speaker 1: she was a sweet old woman. During this time, she
Speaker 1: had a heart attack and was put into a medically
Speaker 1: induced coma. However, I was not aware of this whatsoever.
Speaker 1: Like I said, I only met her a couple of times,
Speaker 1: so it wasn't really urgent news. Or sorry, it wasn't
Speaker 1: really urgent news to inform a little eight year old
Speaker 1: me this. Now, just keep all that in mind and
Speaker 1: let's get into the actual story. Allow me to set
Speaker 1: the scene. My friend Eric and I are hanging out
Speaker 1: in her front yard of our suburban neighborhood, the good
Speaker 1: old days before phones and iPads. Right, We were playing
Speaker 1: a little game we called Sweet and Sour. So the
Speaker 1: premise of it goes, we literally just stand on the
Speaker 1: sidewalk outside wave at cars. If they wave back, they're sweet,
Speaker 1: they don't, they're sour. Okay, yeah, you get the point.
Speaker 1: It was probably around four PM, so the sun was
Speaker 1: still up and shining. We played this game for about
Speaker 1: an hour, waving at cars and cheering if they waved back.
Speaker 1: Most would, some wouldn't, and somehow that entertained us. After
Speaker 1: some time, a light brown, older looking car came around
Speaker 1: the corner. We did our usual process, smiling and waving.
Speaker 1: The car slowed down drastically and rolled unnervingly close to
Speaker 1: us along the sidewalk. My first thought was, uh, oh,
Speaker 1: my parents wore me about things like this. But then
Speaker 1: as a car rolled directly in front of us, a
Speaker 1: reassuring feeling swept over me. Just about three feet away
Speaker 1: from me was my grandmother's friend. Surely, we waved back,
Speaker 1: and the car drove off down the street until out
Speaker 1: of view. I immediately looked over at Erica and said,
Speaker 1: I think that was my godmother's friend. Think her name
Speaker 1: is Shirley. We both shrugged and continued on our game
Speaker 1: until I was called home for dinner. I had completely
Speaker 1: disregarded the event and basically forgot that it happened that night.
Speaker 1: The next evening, while eating dinner with my dad my brother,
Speaker 1: my dad informed us that our godmother's best friend died.
Speaker 1: She had a heart attack about a week prior and
Speaker 1: sadly passed away last night Nacoma. This utterly baffled me.
Speaker 1: How could this be possible? I literally just saw her
Speaker 1: driving around last night, with a mundane event now becoming
Speaker 1: extremely puzzling. I immediately told my dad what had happened.
Speaker 1: At first, he thought I must have been confused. She
Speaker 1: had been in Nacoma for over a week. Maybe I
Speaker 1: just saw someone that looked like her. I insisted it
Speaker 1: was her, describing her appearance to a tea. Then I
Speaker 1: recounted the car she was driving. Granted, in a few
Speaker 1: times that I met her, I had never seen her car.
Speaker 1: My dad's face went white when he said there was
Speaker 1: an old, light brown car. He told me that's her car.
Speaker 1: As much as I had questioned myself, I know what
Speaker 1: I saw. Even more compelling is the fact that Erica
Speaker 1: saw her too. I don't know if it was a spirit,
Speaker 1: a ghost, or something else, but it was her. It
Speaker 1: wasn't scary or chilling or anything that you'd expect from
Speaker 1: a ghost. I felt kind of endearing. I've tried to
Speaker 1: wrap my brain around why Shirley would visit me. I
Speaker 1: only met her so many times, but I like to
Speaker 1: think that she must have just really taken a liking
Speaker 1: to me. Regardless, I am honored to have been her
Speaker 1: final goodbye.
Speaker 3: There you go literal goost bumps. Yeah, that story actually
Speaker 3: gave me goost bumps.
Speaker 1: It is chilling. Like, if there's one word that I
Speaker 1: have for this, it's haunting. And I don't mean that
Speaker 1: in like a negative sense, but it's like it's calming
Speaker 1: and haunting. It's just wow.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I mean I kind of find it a little
Speaker 2: bit nice. Yeah, I don't know, in the sense that
Speaker 2: she had.
Speaker 3: Passed and that she was just I don't know then
Speaker 3: moving on to like living or not living. How it
Speaker 3: would be the word carrying on in a way that
Speaker 3: she'd want to like cruising around in her vehicle and yeah,
Speaker 3: and saying goodbye and just like happy.
Speaker 1: Yeah.
Speaker 2: She was not a sour person, right, she was one
Speaker 2: of the sweet ones.
Speaker 1: She was a sweet not a sour Yeah like that.
Speaker 2: Yeah.
Speaker 1: Wow.
Speaker 2: So and that game Oxay is really cool. That is
Speaker 2: that is a cool game, And I think it would
Speaker 2: be interesting to play that.
Speaker 3: And I feel like as the years pass though, there'd
Speaker 3: be more and more sour people just because people are
Speaker 3: so distracted and stuff nowadays.
Speaker 2: Yeah, definitely, but wow, I like that one. I don't know,
Speaker 2: I don't find that alarming at all. That's cool.
Speaker 1: Well, and I do want to point this out too.
Speaker 1: Here At the very last, she goes on to say,
Speaker 1: thanks for reading my story, and I hope you guys
Speaker 1: found it interesting as always, Stay Wicked, and she spelt
Speaker 1: stay with five whys.
Speaker 2: Stay Wicked.
Speaker 1: Yeah, your little thing there's catching on. It's like your thing, now, stay.
Speaker 2: Wicked, Stay Wicked. Our next merch off to be like that.
Speaker 1: Yeah, no kidding, just be like real small letters and
Speaker 1: the entire thing is just filled with whys. And then
Speaker 1: at the end just little letters again, Wicked, Wicked. It's
Speaker 1: like stay and then just like hundreds of whys.
Speaker 2: Keep it Like, how cool was this? Thank you for
Speaker 2: sending in these stories.
Speaker 1: Yes, thank you guys so much. And if you were
Speaker 1: up for it, I'm going to read a little bit
Speaker 1: of a story myself. Yeah yeah, yeah, ready for it.
Speaker 2: We got time.
Speaker 1: Okay, I'm going to keep this short though, but this
Speaker 1: is a story of a reoccurring nightmare I had when
Speaker 1: I was about five or six years old, okay, and
Speaker 1: I had this dream I think probably about six times
Speaker 1: and it was exactly the same every time.
Speaker 2: And have I heard of this?
Speaker 1: I mean, I think you have I've told I know
Speaker 1: I've told you, but whether you listened or not, it's another.
Speaker 2: Oh my gosh, because I never listened to you. I
Speaker 2: mean yeah, I mean sometimes hashtag married life.
Speaker 1: I love you, babe. Okay. So yeah, this is I
Speaker 1: reoccurring nightmare.
Speaker 2: Okay.
Speaker 1: So, as it starts out, I'm walking down a sidewalk
Speaker 1: with my friend. We're both not like five years old anymore, though,
Speaker 1: we're probably somewhere in the vicinity of like, I don't know,
Speaker 1: maybe eighteen years old, somewhere in that time range, maybe
Speaker 1: even like early twenties. But we're walking down a sidewalk,
Speaker 1: a concrete sidewalk, and it's odd because we both grew
Speaker 1: up as neighbors on a dirt road. We'd ride our
Speaker 1: bikes in the dirt road, go in the forest, play
Speaker 1: with sticks, so on and so forth. So this concrete city,
Speaker 1: kind of small town setting was not normal. Right. So
Speaker 1: we're walking down the sidewalk and it's kind of dusk,
Speaker 1: the light is barely on the horizon, sky's getting dark,
Speaker 1: and we were walking home, and of course, just like
Speaker 1: any classic nineties teenage horror movie for Halloween, we take
Speaker 1: a shortcut through a graveyard yep. Yeah.
Speaker 3: So but at the hat age, would you have known
Speaker 3: this sort of thing that graveyards are creepy and stuff?
Speaker 1: If I'm being honest, I think this part was influenced
Speaker 1: by hocus Pocus. Maybe, I think, huh so, But I
Speaker 1: don't even know if hocus Pocus was around that. Hocus
Speaker 1: Pocus is nineteen ninety nine, so no, I would have
Speaker 1: been before that.
Speaker 3: So no, it's not yeah wow, okay, So I'm like,
Speaker 3: what were you watching at five years old?
Speaker 1: I don't know. But anyways, cut through a graveyard and
Speaker 1: we're walking through the graveyard and it's got the classic
Speaker 1: like of wrought iron fences, and this one's like six
Speaker 1: feet tall, and one of those rods had fallen off.
Speaker 1: It was loose, and I had like almost like a
Speaker 1: spear head at the tip, and it was kind of
Speaker 1: like a spear shape, and I was using this thing
Speaker 1: as like a walking stick hiking through the graveyard. We
Speaker 1: get about halfway when all of a sudden, the ground
Speaker 1: begins to shut her and shake, and it begins to
Speaker 1: open up, and it opens up across the graveyard. Big
Speaker 1: cracks form and in front of graves, and though no
Speaker 1: one was coming up out of their graves. There was
Speaker 1: a very light green hue light, and I know that
Speaker 1: they were coming alive from their resting place. Now there
Speaker 1: was one that emerged in their grave right in front
Speaker 1: of us. And the one that emerged was probably about
Speaker 1: a one year old infant, Oh my god, probably even
Speaker 1: younger if I like, very very young. So this individual
Speaker 1: had passed away, but they were still quite fresh, if
Speaker 1: I'm being honest, completely like gaunt and white, but they
Speaker 1: weren't rotted yet. So definitely dead.
Speaker 3: But yeah, but hadn't been deceased for that long of it.
Speaker 1: Or they've been deceased, they just haven't rotted. It's very strange,
Speaker 1: Like I can look at them, I can very vividly
Speaker 1: remember them. They're definitely dead. Their eyes are complete white, bloodshot,
Speaker 1: skin white like it can see veins running across their skin.
Speaker 1: But they're not rotted. Okay, So anyways, this thing or
Speaker 1: child or used to be child sits up and is
Speaker 1: looking at us, doesn't say anything, It just looks at us.
Speaker 1: My friend is frozen solid and panic and I just
Speaker 1: out of reflex, I just hit it right and it
Speaker 1: just looks at me again. So I take this wrought
Speaker 1: iron that I've been using as a walking stick, and
Speaker 1: I jab it into its eye. All of a sudden,
Speaker 1: puss begins to like spew out of its eye.
Speaker 2: Oh my god.
Speaker 1: And this green light that was emitting from underneath the
Speaker 1: ground begins to swirl and almost a tornado effect around it.
Speaker 3: Huh.
Speaker 1: And though it doesn't speak, I hear its voice out
Speaker 1: loud say you killed him, and then it sucks him
Speaker 1: back into the ground and I wake up. Wow, that
Speaker 1: was a reoccurring dream I had when I was about
Speaker 1: five years old.
Speaker 2: Have you ever looked into this stream because a lot
Speaker 2: of times dreams they say that they are trying to
Speaker 2: tell you something or their meaning or things in there
Speaker 2: mean something, right.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I don't know what that would mean.
Speaker 2: I don't know.
Speaker 1: Maybe it meant that I ate too much candy before
Speaker 1: bad who knows.
Speaker 2: Maybe it meant you had a very overactive imagination, which
Speaker 2: could be the case.
Speaker 1: I definitely do have an overactive imagination.
Speaker 3: But still to have that more than once is terrifying. Yeah,
Speaker 3: and like you haven't had that as an adult or anything.
Speaker 1: No, but I very vividly remember it.
Speaker 2: Huh.
Speaker 1: I've never dreamt of it, but I can, like in
Speaker 1: my mind I can picture almost like frame for frame,
Speaker 1: like a movie. I can picture it. I can see it.
Speaker 2: Well, how do you feel about going through graveyards?
Speaker 1: Fine?
Speaker 2: Yeah, okay, okay, I.
Speaker 1: Mean they're creepy the graveyards, don't get me wrong. But yeah, no,
Speaker 1: it's fine. It's a graveyard.
Speaker 2: A lot of people actually find graveyards very peaceful.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I could see that.
Speaker 3: Like, there's many people, and I'm actually kind of one
Speaker 3: of them, like I I find I mean, if I
Speaker 3: was in one at night, probably not so much. But
Speaker 3: like there was a route that I used to take
Speaker 3: where we used to live a few houses back. Actually
Speaker 3: that went through a graveyard and I lost I like,
Speaker 3: I yeah, it was like calming.
Speaker 1: Like like it was like calming.
Speaker 3: I was trying to get it out and it wasn't
Speaker 3: coming out properly fair enough.
Speaker 1: But yeah, so yeah, I just wanted to add my little,
Speaker 1: my own little story there at the end. But thank
Speaker 1: you guys so much for sharing your listener tales. Sorry
Speaker 1: we couldn't involve all of them in the show. I'm
Speaker 1: going forward. We might we might do some listener tales
Speaker 1: a little more often.
Speaker 2: M HM was fun.
Speaker 1: I enjoyed that, but don't get confused. This is not
Speaker 1: a full on episode. We're not going to sit here
Speaker 1: and say we're going to substitute listener tales for a
Speaker 1: regular episode. Once in a while. We might just throw
Speaker 1: them in as a little bonus.
Speaker 2: Yeah, this is just a hallow and weak bonus.
Speaker 1: Yeah. So anyways, we're going to get back to doing
Speaker 1: all the Halloween week goodness. So until we get back
Speaker 1: to a normal.
Speaker 2: Episode, stay Wicked, Stay Wicked. Day Day Wicked, Stay Wicked,
Speaker 2: Stay Wicked, Stay Wicked.