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Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens

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This is the full, timestamped transcript of "Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens", an episode of Morbid | Podcast published January 29, 2026 (1 h 15 min, about 15,156 words). It mentions 10 people, works and ideas, including SK Pierce Mansion, Aiden, Aaron Smith, Arik Sharon, Minnesota.

What this episode is about

The content features a lively and humorous conversation among friends as they embrace a cozy atmosphere while sharing spooky listener tales. The banter highlights their playful dynamic, setting the stage for a fun exploration of eerie stories from their audience.

Key takeaways

  • Crown confidence matters: even a 'fine' crown can spark spirited banter and ghostly laughter.
  • Ghost Tube misfires reveal that even spirits can have identity crises—who's the real Nicholas?
  • Claiming to be 'comfy queens' sets a precedent: comfort is now a royal decree for productivity.
  • The pursuit of sponsorship reveals an ironic quest: seeking lollipops while discussing haunted tales isn't spooky, it's sweet.
  • Listener tales bring community closer, proving that humor thrives even in the spookiest of places.

Who speaks in this episode?

  • Ash (Host) · 30 min speaking
  • Elena (Host) · 30 min speaking
  • Nicholas (Guest) · 7 min speaking
  • Cassie (Guest) · 7 min speaking
  • Amber (Guest) · 7 min speaking

What is discussed, and when

  1. – 10:00: Aiden, Dr. Pepper, O lollipop, North Georgia
  2. – 30:00: Cherokee
  3. – 40:00: Minnesota, Aiden
  4. – 50:00: Arik Sharon
  5. – 1:00:00: SK Pierce Mansion
  6. – 1:10:00: Aaron Smith
  7. – 1:14:48: Aaron Smith, Dr. Pepper, O lollipop

Notable quotes from "Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens"

  • Like watched the beginning of this, we while we were setting up, our film guy, our camera, our cameraman, Aiden was say, what did we Oh, Mikey put on like Ghost Tube, which we…
    about Aiden · at
  • We want O lollipop and Dr. Pepper.
    about Dr. Pepper · at
  • So, I live in North the North Georgia area. The story takes place in a town called Thank you so much for the pronunciation because that's intimidating.
    about North Georgia · at
  • Do things like search for interesting podcast to listen to while walking around my hometown of Minneapolis, Minnesota.
    about Minnesota · at
  • Debbie lived with her single mother Sharon and two older sisters, one of which would move out inside.
    about Arik Sharon · at
  • All right. This next one is listener tales. I babysat at the SK Pierce mansion.
    about SK Pierce Mansion · at
  • Birch family lived in a very small town where everyone knows everyone. So, when the previous owner of their home, Mr.
    about Aaron Smith · at

Who and what is mentioned in this episode?

People

  • Aiden — Person · Cameraman / production crew (on-mic briefly) · 2 mentions · first at
    Identified as the cameraman present during setup; his comments and presence are part of the initial GhostTube/Nicholas confusion and later acknowledged on-mic.
  • Aaron Smith — Person · Referenced prior homeowner / deceased father in listener tale · 2 mentions · first at
    In 'The Day Danny Disappeared,' Mr. Smith is the previous owner whose obituary reveals he had a son named Danny who died at age four; his funeral is implied to coincide with Danny's departure.
  • Arik Sharon — Person · Referenced mother / spirit-talker in listener tale · 6 mentions · first at
    In Alexi's story, Sharon is Debbie's mother who openly converses with spirits (including a British man) and later apologizes to calm an upset entity after a Ouija incident.

Books & papers

  • The Molasses Flood — Book · Referenced work · 1 mention · first at
    Mentioned as a notable episode by the listener, indicating its impact on the audience.
    Love delving into crime, haunting, spooky things, and wild stories with you, too. Shout out to the molasses flood episode. Just what in the hell?

Concepts & topics

  • Cherokee — Concept · Core topic · 3 mentions · first at
    Mentioned in relation to the history of the area where the haunted house is located, indicating cultural significance.
    Like gold nuggets. Lol. Also, of significance was the Cherokee population that inhabited the area before the gold rush days. In fact, the word Delana, correct?

Places & events

  • SK Pierce Mansion — Place · Setting · 2 mentions · first at
    A haunted Victorian mansion where several ghostly encounters occurred, including babysitting experiences and paranormal investigations.
  • Minnesota — Place · Setting · 3 mentions · first at
    The state where the haunted house story involving Aunt Annie takes place.
  • North Georgia — Place · Setting · 1 mention · first at
    The area where the haunted house story takes place, providing geographical context.

Sponsors

  • Dr. Pepper — Product · Sponsor · 2 mentions · first at
    Mentioned as a desired sponsor for the podcast, indicating a promotional context.
  • O lollipop — Product · Sponsor · 2 mentions · first at
    Mentioned as a desired sponsor for the podcast, indicating a promotional context.
    We want O lollipop and Dr. Pepper.

Full transcript with timestamps

Is my crown good? Yeah, it's fine. Oh my god, there's so many. Yeah, it looks good.

That was so mean. Did you get that on camera so we could put it on the internet and have people see that Ash is the mean one?

I was kidding. I said, "Is my crown okay?" And she literally goes, "Yeah, it's fine.

What's my name?" [gasps] Oh, what? Ah what's your name? Give it back. My leg. Actually, your leg.

Put that in the out takes. [snorts] Wait a [ __ ] second. Wait a [ __ ] second. Are you kidding me?

That is so scary. [clears throat] Just going to just [panting] I don't even know how to I'm so upset. Nicholas, what?

I can't see you. [screaming] I'm sorry. I DON'T WANT TO BE PERCEIVED. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. [clears throat] I don't know why that got to me.

I don't know why that got to me. I just stressed. I'm so stressed. Call him. I told him.

Who' you tell? You're talking so much, Nicholas. Hey, weirdos. I'm Asha and this is haunted.

Next to me. Who's next to you? I said I was stressed. Are you next to Mikey the the gay with his hand up? All right, I guess we'll just put all that in the beginning and then we'll say,

"Hey weirdos, I'm Ash. I'm Elena. And this is morbid." We are off to a [ __ ] iconic start. To be honest,

I don't think it's ever started that hot and heavy. 2026. 2026. Um. Wo. Wow. I forgot all the things I was going to say to you, but um we're just comfy queens today.

We are comfy queen. Queens. So, pause what you're doing. Go if you're driving like pause safely and get comfy and then resume and be a queen or a king,

whatever you prefer. Whatever you feel. Um or the So, we wanted to read you some haunted ass listener tales today cuz it's been a while, I think, since we did like a purely haunted one,

which is weird that apparently. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Nicholas knew that. Nicholas agreed.

Um that's weird. It's weird that this is the one we chose for today. Like we're like, "You know what? Haunted houses. Let's go with that."

And Nicholas is like, "I'm here." And just to explain why we were so freaked out at the beginning of this, if you like watched the beginning of this, um, we while we were setting up, our our film guy, our camera, our cameraman, Aiden was say, what did we Oh, Mikey put on like Ghost Tube, which we always have, which is Nicholas, but it was like the wrong voice. And Aiden was like, "Okay Nicole

are you in on Nick?" Do you know? Wait, that's the wrong voice. I was like, "Who is that?

Get her out of here. Who is that? What's your name? You, Nicole. Get out of here.

Okay, we don't have to go after Nicole. Where's Nicholas? Cuz it was a like a woman's voice. And then when Nicholas came on, he was he said like a bunch of things and then he said Nicole.

I can't get over that. And he said so much. And now he's just being quiet. I know. Cuz it's really dark in here actually

because one of the last things he said was stressed. And I wanted It was after Mikey screamed.

I think he's like, "I'm stressing you guys out." Sorry. We haven't we haven't done a listener tales episode in a little while. Recorded one.

It's been like over a month. So, I think he's like he had a lot to say. He was like, "We haven't hung out in a while. Like, let's let's do this." Oh, am I not speaking into this?

Speaking of your microphone. Sorry. That was genuinely terrifying. That was really scary.

Wow. All right. Um, what what other things do we have to tell you? We're really trying to get sponsored by soda.

Yeah. I really generally soda across the board. I want lollipop. Listen. Listen brands. You get the first one free.

First one free. Dr. Pepper. We want O lollipop and Dr. Pepper. Eye contact. Oh, okay.

To sponsor us. You got that? I think you have to take a sip after you cheers or it's bad luck. And I didn't hear that anywhere. It's just my intuition.

I believe you. Okay, thanks. I'm going to go with it. So, yeah. I actually just spent like so much money directly at the lollipop store because I couldn't find the Shirley Temple flavor anywhere.

I love that. So, I did buy a case of 12. I really like that commitment. Yeah. [clears throat] I got the orange cream too.

Oh, I love orange cream. Anything. Me, too. Sorry, I was like crying, laughing. So,

out of fright. Out of fright. Out of pure uncomfortability. Yeah, it was it was spooky up in this [ __ ]

Yeah. Hello. Wow. I'm all thrown. All right. Let's start, I guess. Let's start. Haunted houses.

Haunted houses and haunted morbids and haunted haunted pods. Pod Labs. Yeah. All right. Well, this one is tail one. Linda, the friendly ghost with slightly possessive tendencies. All right, Linda. Hello. I must start with the obligatory graveling with appreciation for the many hours I have gotten to spend listening to your glorious productions of the most interesting topics that satiate my need for mental stimulation outside of work and motherhood. That was a great sentence. That really was. I absolutely love delving into crime, haunting, spooky things, and wild stories with you, too. Shout out to the molasses flood episode. Just what in the hell?

I also That was a crazy one. That was I also absolutely live for your listener tales and thought I might have something interesting to share. Let's take it back and set the scene. My name is Cassie, not Casey. Please. And yes, of course, you can use my name and any others mentioned in this story. It's cuz you said please.

Yeah, if you didn't say please, I would have been like, "Nope, calling you Cassie or Casey, whichever one." Casey.

Casey. Calling you Casey. We're gonna call you Cassie because you're a polite queen.

It's true, queen. So, I live in North the North Georgia area. The story takes place in a town called Thank you so much for the pronunciation because that's um intimidating.

That is intimidating. Delana. Yep. Delana, which was the site of the major of a major gold rush and is now a cute little mountain town that is loved for its vineyards, Christmas lights, and is highly visited during leaf looking season.

I feel like that's a Hallmark movie. It sounds like it. Yeah, it feels like locals refer to themselves as nuggets. Oh, yeah. This is Hallmark.

Is this real? Like gold nuggets. Lol. Also, uh, of significance was the Cherokee population that inhabited the area before the gold rush days. In fact, the word Delana, correct?

Oh, look at me. I did it. Look at you. Is the Cherokee word for gold. Oh, [ __ ] Cool.

That makes sense. My husband, Tristan, and I, I'm so hoping that I'm saying that right, and just punch me if I'm not. Um, we're high school sweethearts and had been engaged since my senior year of high school. I'm obsessed with that. And you said much to the non-delight of my entire family.

I was historically a very goodie to shoeer type. So, it shocked my parents when I moved in with him the day after I graduated high school. We rented/ived with his dad while I decided to pursue the college route. We got married four years later and finally decided as I was finishing up my last year of college that it was time we found our own home to start our family in. We didn't have a lot of money, but we were determined to buy a starter home that we could raise at least one or two little kids in for a little while. That's so cute. I will never forget finding our home. We saw the house online and initially dismissed it, but one day we just decided to go check out the house. The driveway was a dirt road, not uncommon in our area, but it was not well-maintained. Maintained.

I said that weird. Not well mainten. Why were they not maintaining it? Well, who would maintana?

You're going to Montana. Mana, guys. I bet Casio would maintana. Yeah. Okay. So would Nicholas wake up.

You were wild in the [clears throat] I don't know. Maybe stay asleep. So the driveway, I said that already.

It wasn't mental. So in fact, we had to park and walk up the driveway because it wasn't mentioned that our cars would make it up the hill. We all got to the top of the driveway out of breath and slightly dying. But we go inside and we fall in love with this house. Trust and I weren't sure why uh it was in our budget, but assumed it had to do with the difficult driveway. It was very cabiny with large windows that overlooked the trees in the front of our 3 acre property. That's a lot of acreage. We found out that the property was a foreclosure, but we didn't know why. We put an offer in, went through the hideous process of buying the damn thing, and eventually it became our home sweet home. We were so thrilled to have something to call ours, and started to move in the moment that we could. Nobody actually tells you how hilac hellacious it is to buy your first home.

Oh, yeah. The process is wild. Like, of course, you're so lucky to be able to buy a home, and like you appreciate that, duh. But

the underwriting is that Yeah, the process is wild. underwriting almost took me out several times.

I think the process is meant to see if you are strong enough. It is. Yeah. They're like only the strong at homes. It's nuts.

So, that's a joke. That's a joke. So, that's when it all began. We had the windows and doors open as we began to bring items into our new home. Every time we dropped off stuff into the house and then went back outside, as soon as we stepped back outside, bam, [ __ ] went down. I'm just kidding. The door would slide behind us.

Sid, super [ __ ] Sorry, I had to finish it. You have to. At first, we thought, eh, just some wind, right? But it happened every single time that we'd go back outside. Almost like something wanted us out. Oh,

we were only moving a few things in to spend the night there as we had a very busy week. So, all we really wanted to move in was like a mattress, some charging cords, and some simple toiletries uh and items, toiletry items, until we could officially move everything in. We were standing in the kitchen discussing how weird the door situation was when all of a sudden, we heard a woman's voice coming from the bedroom down the hallway. We both looked at each other and decided surely that couldn't be coming from inside of the house.

Surely it must have echoed off the hills outside and through the open windows. Right.

Right. Right. Right. We decided just to ignore it and go sit in the empty living room having a beer to celebrate our accomplishment.

You just ignored that. That's crazy, you guys. Like that's that goes crazy. That's when we're watching you on on the what's it called? Scary movie on TV. On the scary movie and we're like what are you doing?

Don't ignore that. go investigate. Mhm. So, we sat on the floor and started chatting when we realized we were missing one of our dogs. We have two dogs. Both are rescued. One of our pups, Pazzy, that's so cute.

Was rescued from a very abusive home. In fact, those people who did that, kill them myself. In fact, when we first brought him into our previous home, I will you hurt animals. I'll bare hand. [snorts]

That's right. It's fine. So, when we first brought him into our previous home, he would not get on the couch to sit down and re and relax. We finally realized this must have meant that he wasn't allowed on the furniture at his old home and was probably abused if he tried to get on the couch.

I hate that. I know. It took months to finally show him that he was allowed to lay on the couch. And once he finally realized this, he then spent months not wanting to leave the couch.

I love that. I love that. Long story short, he eventually opened up to us and never wanted to leave our side. So, it was strange that we didn't know where he where he was in this moment. We started calling him, which he would always respond to, but we couldn't find him inside or outside. We decided to go check our unfinished basement, but the lights were off down there, so we were pretty sure that he wouldn't be down there. To our surprise, he was in the basement in the dark, calmly laying beside a drain in the middle of the room as if it was a longlost friend. What? My husband and I looked at each other like, "What the [ __ ] is going on here?" PY refused to leave the area until about 30 minutes later. He came back upstairs and laid beside us. What a weird start to being homeowners, but

we decided to ignore the weirdness. I mean, we did just sign a 30-year contract, so what were we going to do about it anyways?

I mean, there is that underwriting. Not as easy. Fast forward about a month. I was working the night shift on a nursing home in town. It was the weekend and Tristan didn't have to work, so he decided to have a few drinks and play some video games. We're both night owls, so I wasn't surprised to get a text from him around 3:00 a.m. Babe, that's not night owls. That's something. You guys are morning owls. You guys are nocturnal. You might be. I was surprised, however, when he asked if I had ever seen condensation form inside of a house before on only one window area. I thought to myself, he's had a few drinks. He must be messing around/ cuckoo nuts bananas.

Yeah. He sent me a picture and I immediately saw what looked like to me in the condensation a nun kneeling crying and praying.

I want to look at clouds with you. What? Do you have a picture of this? Do we have a p? We have a picture of this. Okay. Yeah.

I called him and I said, "Do you see what I see?" And he said, "I see the condensation." And then I told him what I saw.

Obviously fair. He eventually saw it, too. An hour later, it just disappeared. And we've never had another episode of condensation inside our house just occurring randomly.

I can't wait to see this condensation. So, what do we do? We pretend. We pretend it's no big deal and we move on.

Guys, I'm yelling at you so much. Guys, I'm the audience. I don't know what you're supposed to do, but stop ignoring it.

Honestly, valid. I don't know what you're supposed to do either, but ignoring it feels crazy.

But what what do you do? I don't know. You call Ghostbusters. I don't know. Write a story about it.

Here you are. So, the next weird thing that happened was a few months later, Treston lost his wallet and we looked all over the house, in the cars, in the laundry, everywhere we could think of, and could not find his wallet. We decided that he must have lost it at the store earlier in the day. We were running late to go to a movie, but decided to double check our bed sheets since we were chilling on our bed earlier, and he likes he always likes to keep his wallet in his pocket.

Brown chicken, brown cat. Just chilling. Just chilling. We took all of the sheets off, shook them out, and made up the bed since we were already moving the sheets around. Uh, but time was running out and we still wanted to get to the movie. So, we left. When we came home, his wallet was placed in the center of our bed on top of the sheets. We both felt weird about that, but we were highly doubtful with our driveway situation and the remote location of our house that somebody would have actually come into our house. And also like Why was it so crackly? Why was it so crackly? Why was it so crackly? Why the [ __ ] was it so crackly? Why was it so crackly? Why

bird? Bird. Definitely. Bird. Definitely. Did he say bird? Did he say bird? Bird is the word he said. He's kind of on to a bird. Definitely. Okay,

bird. All right. Definitely. You know, the first one was so crackly and it was when they were saying like because our driveway is so kooky crazy that like what somebody's not coming down and going into our house. And in my head I was like, I don't know about that. And he was like, not exactly.

And it's like him being like, not exactly someone coming down your driveway and into your house,

but someone's in there. Why was it so crackly? I ask again that I don't know. I ask again with panic in my

scary cuz then the second two were not. Sorry. It's [cough and clears throat] so dark in here.

Okay. Okay, Nicholas. So, thank you for that. Thanks. We both felt weird about that and that and that.

That's literally the next line and like correct and also how I feel. But we were highly doubtful about the driving situation. Lyd. So, we decided we possibly had a ghost and she was actually for me.

What? He said looking for me. It sounded like he said wuang for me and I said, "What exactly does that mean?" Wuang for me. He said, "Wooang forever." He said, "I know you're thinking bone thugs. Meet me at the

What? What did he say?" HE SAID, "NOT LIKELY. HE said not bone [ __ ] for me. Not likely. He really said wuang for me.

He said he said I am not into Mimi at the cross. Listen to you, [ __ ] Oh my god. Wooang for Nicholas.

You're on one today. I really love it. So, but he did say looking for me. So, that was more spooky.

I mean, we are always looking for me. Where are you? Where are you, Nicholas? So, the ghost is helpful. Other than just a feeling a little bit unsettled about things moving around and the possibility of some ghost just hanging out, we never felt any fear. So, we just continued on. About a year later, I was tidying up the kitchen when I found this random small piece of cut fabric lying on the island in our kitchen. It was fabric that I had never seen before. And being the crafty person in the house, if there was extra fabric laying around, it would have been bought by me. Since I didn't recognize this fabric square thing, I just threw it away. But later that day, my husband and I were getting things out to cook for dinner, and the fabric was on the counter again. I asked my husband, "Why did you get this out of the trash? Is this something of yours?"

And he said, "What are you talking about? I didn't put that there." I picked up the fabric and noticed it was cut from the exa the exact same fabric as the piece that I found earlier, but it was a different shape and a slightly different part of the pattern. I went to get the other piece out of the trash to compare and see if maybe it was the same piece of fabric that randomly fell out of the trash and back onto my kitchen island because that makes sense.

Why not? But the trash had been taken out recently. Floor, as floor things go, so there was no way that it was the same piece of fabric. Where was this coming from? If there was a ghost in the house, where was she keeping this fabric? And why did she want me to have some? The house was completely empty when we moved in, so I felt a little uneasy about this mystery fabric. And then I also noticed that the pattern kind of resembled a face, which I will attach this picture to.

What? What did that say? She hides. She was literally just saying if there is a ghost giving me this fabric, why does she want me to have it?

And he said she hides. Like she was referring to that ghost as a she and then he just referred to she hides.

Okay, he's putting in his guess. [clears throat] Yes. Thank you, Nicholas. He said she hides. I would be worried in this scenario that it was somebody living in my walls or attic.

Me too. I have the gnarliest chill all of a sudden and I'm scared. Um yeah, I got goosebumpies.

Oo, I feel like that feeling in That's weird in my neck. She hides. That's ominous. That was a w moment.

Yeah, I'm I'm continuously winging. Yeah, weird. But alas, life moves on. We put a thumb tack in this fabric and put it on our spir spiral staircase as I didn't want it to go missing. and more mystery pieces of fabric to show up. I decided I was going to keep an my eye on this one. Life continued on and we could hear bumps in the night, knocking on her headboard occasionally and, you know, hear a woman's voice every now and then.

Oh, just, you know, very casual things. Just that. Just that. Just that. But we decided to name our friendly ghost Linda.

I considered saging the space, but I decided that so far Linda hadn't been a true issue. I mean, how bad is a ghost if she's finding your husband's wallet and kindly placing it on your bed for you,

honestly? And I really didn't want to piss her off by trying to get rid of her, so I just let it be. We had considered moving, but surprise, I became pregnant and we decided to stay a little while longer and settle into new parent life.

Yay. We paved the awful driveway and we were enjoying our little treehouse cabin, so why not?

Yeah, I understand. [sighs and gasps] Yeah, he said, "I understand." Yeah, he said, "I get it." That was really cute.

He's like, "You know what? Yeah, that makes sense." That was nuts. And if it makes sense to Nicholas, it makes sense to us.

Yeah. Unfortunately, the room we heard the woman's voice in often was the only suitable place for a nursery. I don't know that you know the definition of suitable.

H Okay. Scary. It's a choice. I mean, I guess what are you going to do? Like, you can't put a baby in the living room.

Well, that's if it's the only suitable place, what are you going to do? Hey, I often wonder if we did Evelyn a disservice by putting her in this room as it seems like she never slept. Was that because of Linda keeping her awake by creeping around? Or does my baby just have severe FOMO?

Probably severe FOMO. I feel Linda doesn't strike me as someone keeping your baby awake.

No, but maybe it wasn't just Linda. Oh, or maybe it's the FOMO. She hides. Either way, the last kind of major event, quote unquote, in the house happened when my daughter was about 5 months old. It was Thanksgiving morning and Treston had went out to hunt with his brother while I stayed home with Evelyn. I was asleep when

Did you hear that? Yeah. I also heard him say, "Witch." What? Caution. Y'all heard that little knock, right? Okay. Okay. Can we put the lights on? Can Ollipop save us from this? First one's free. Oh my god, I'm scared.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Okay. Okay. [snorts] Must breathe. Must breathe. Must breathe. Okay. So, I was asleep when I heard a loud click and looked at the baby monitor and noticed that the light was on. My sleepd deprived brain thought, "Why in the hell would my husband come home and just go flick Evelyn's light on while she was sleeping?"

Yeah. I'd be pissed. Yeah. But quickly I realized it had only been 20 minutes since my husband left. So I went in and turned the light off, sent a thanks to God that EP was still sleeping and then looked back at the baby monitor recordings to see if I could figure out what exactly was going on. I had a recording of the room being pitch black and then heard that loud click that woke me up. Her room went from pitch black to bright light as if the light switch has been turned on. Nobody there though. The light swift the light switch just flicked up by itself.

The [ __ ] I immediately went into panic mode assuming that somebody had to have done some somebody had to have done that. So I grabbed my gun and tried to find them, but I found no one.

I was a little freaked out over the whole situation and I was over slowly. I'll read slower. I'm sorry.

He said I can't hear. He's like, "You read too [ __ ] fast." I do get that a lot.

Okay. So, I was overjoyed when my husband finally came home. We eventually decided it was time to move closer to our family. They were about an hour from our house and began the process of selling. I am going slower. We were ready to get a bigger home that could accommodate another kiddo. But weirdly, after starting to discuss selling the house, I started to experience my phone flying off the shelf over my head and smacking me in the face in the middle of the night.

What? This happened multiple times. And then one night, I heard, "God damn it!" and looked over and Tristan's phone was on his face. I said, "Is this happening to you, too?" [snorts]

Did he just yell hex? Axe. Axe. He talks about axes frequently. He does, man. You got axe.

You have axe. You got axe. I do not have axe body spray. But But do you have an axe?

We do. Why? You don't. No, not that I know of. To chop. I I don't frequently chop, but I don't think Drew does either.

For your [sighs] Bro, to be roasted from the afterlife like that is [snorts] crazy. You know what? Let me confirm that I don't have an axe because now I feel weird. Text my hottest homie.

What do you want to say to my hottest homie? Do we have an axe? I'm being bullied from the afterlife. question mark. He's going to be like, "What the [ __ ] are you talking about anyway?" Oh, I have an axe.

Yeah, that's I mean, he was like, "That would be pathetic if he didn't." Yeah, I do.

Yeah. Well, Drew has an axe to chop, you know. Cool. Thanks. I'll explain. Wow.

Later. He's like, "Wow, you need to explain right now." Well, yeah. Drew is probably like, "What the actual fuck?" [snorts]

Wow. Back with this. I have an axe. So, uh la. So, you everybody's phones was getting thrown at their faces and Tristan said that it happened multiple times over the last week. I said, "Me, too." And we decided Linda was not pleased that we wanted to move. We started to only discuss moving when we were not home and phone stopped being hurled at us in the middle of the night. Linda, if you love us, you got to let us go.

Oh, Linda. We finally moved, found a new house, and then surprise again. We were pregnant.

Yay. Yeah. And this time, we were having twins. Babies. Twins. So much babies. Surprise of our life.

Babies. Our new house has had zero activity. Making me making me believe that I was not crazy the whole time. And we truly cohabitated with Linda the ghost for the last 5 years.

Yeah, you did. I think of Linda often and I kind of miss her even. Even if she was kind of a douche about us moving out and possibly haunting my first born and leaving her with poor sleep habits for life, she never was really out.

It's difficult. It is difficult. It's difficult to leave someone behind, you know.

It is. Yeah, she never really was out to get us, I think. And I never really found out if something happened at that house or if it was just the land. Honey,

honey the land. Honey the land. Was it a Cherokee woman or somehow truly or somehow truly an estranged nun? Was she so nice that she rescued or that my rescued pup?

Did he just say [ __ ] He said on no account. On no account. He said no. He said on no account did I call you a [ __ ] He said poor.

Poor poor. But wow. Okay. All righty. [snorts] Uh la. Was it a Cherokee woman or somehow truly an estrange nun? Was she so nice that my rescued pup loved her so much that he would go sit by her drain in the basement?

Maybe. Andrain. Why by the drain? Was she so helpful with my husband's wallet, but would bring down her wrath via phone slams to our faces when she when we wanted to move? Where did she keep the fabric all this time? These are valid questions.

Anyways, take it away, Ash. Keep it weird, but not so weird that condensation appears on your window in the form of a nun crying and praying.

I'm on Tik Tok. I want to talk. I thought he said, "I'm on Tik Tok." And I said, "Maybe you should do that."

Did he say, "I want to talk." I want to talk. Nicholas, we can talk. We could talk. You're very talkative today. Maybe we should use the Ouija board to try to talk to him. I know we should. [snorts] All of a sudden, I'm down with Ouija.

I know. Suddenly, you're just like, let's Ouija all day. I think the current state of the world has shown me that I don't have a lot to lose.

You're not fearing Ouija. No, I'm not fearing Ouija. I'm fearing different things, but

you're prioritizing triaging your fears. All right. So, here's But I do see it.

I see the nun. And then Cassie gave us The nun does not see me. Oh my god. It actually does like

Wow. Oh, it has a whole face and like a shroud kind of or like a sorry, a habit. A habit.

You heard me. Hurt me? He hurt me. Who hurt you? Who are you? I'll kill him. And look, it does look like they're kneeling.

Yeah, we'll have to post this. That's [ __ ] crazy. And you can see the whole face looking up and crying. Crying.

Yeah. Holy [ __ ] We're going to post this. That's actually nuts. She heard me.

Did they just Did he say that again? He said, "She hurt me." She hurt me. So he hurt me and then she hurt me.

Yeah. Who hurt you, Nicholas? Is he talking about us? Do we hurt his feelings? Do we hurt you? I hope not.

This is the fabric. Do you see a face? Are we supposed to? I don't. Yeah, there's a face in it. Like Or that's what Cassie thought,

I guess. If you look to the side like Yeah, sort of. Yeah. Huh? Damn. Strange fabric. That one was nuts. Oh, and their family is so cute.

Oh my god, they're adorable. Look at those babies. Love them. Oh, and the pups. Oh, look at those pups.

The pups are Meen and Py. Oh, stop it. Py's on the right. And on the bottom is a cute name.

On the couch. That was a good one, Cassie. I think you lived in a hot house. What?

Wash. I just took a shower. Okay. I showered last night. I am nice and clean. [snorts] Rude. That was scary. Okay. All right, Cassie. So, that was really good.

Yeah. Let's see if I can read. All right. I hope you can. So, this is called a classic haunted house story.

Classic. It's a classic. A classic. And we can read all names in this story and share any and all pictures.

Thank you so much. Thank you. Dear Ashena, my name is Alexi. Thank you for giving me the pronunciation and I stumbled upon your podcast years ago when co made the world stand still and I suddenly had time to do things like search for interesting podcast to listen to while walking around my hometown of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Let's see. I can't get down. I have been a huge fanboy from the first listen as I am drawn to all things paranormal and I appreciate how you both breathe humanity into every single story y'all tell.

That was so nice. That was really nice. I teach middle and high school English. Hell yeah. And creative writing. And I love to write poetry, songs, and short stories in my spare time.

Hell yeah. What a creative badass. I always appreciate good storytelling, which drew me into your pod. And while it is high in entertainment value, you also provide some muchneeded nutrients for the soul.

We're like chicken soup. Oh my goodness. Nutrients for the soul. You are a writer.

I'm a promoter of things I love. So, I managed to get my wife Kate and my 16-year-old daughter Pella hooked on Morbbit as well. I love that name.

Family affair. I know. Pella is a cool name. And that's awesome. Our cats, Steak and Potato,

I'm obsessed. Will be fans of the pod one day. If you ever decide to make a cat version, Meowid Meow,

I kind of love that. I'm obsessed. Meowid. Meow. For as long as I can remember, I've been a supernatural [ __ ]

George. George. George. I Nicholas is like George was too. George was also a supernatural plot.

Magnetized towards anything involving ghosts, the paranormal, the unexplained and unsolved mysteries. That show was my [ __ ] [ __ ] when I was younger and I've been binging the new version, too. Hell yeah.

Did you also watch that? And then Rescue 911. And are you that way because of that?

Rescue 911. Rescue 911. I think you were too young. Yeah, I watched Unsolved Mysteries. Rescue 911 was just 911 calls,

but they would dramatize them. Oh, but changed my life. And it was always unsolved mysteries and then Rescue 911. And it was the most traumatizing and intense couple of hours of your

Did he say Satan? He sure did. Okay. It was really traumatizing, but like for 2 hours you were just locked in on the most [ __ ] up [ __ ] that was going to ruin your sleep that night.

Damn. Yeah. I used to walk uh watch on. I can't hear you. Can't or can cannot. Well, we can talk louder.

Okay. Yeah. Sorry, I'm not near my microphone. Oh, that maybe I leaned back. That lady Judy that I used to live with, we would watch Unsolved Mysteries all the time.

A See, she knew what was up. That it like actually just gave me a chill right now.

Supernatural [ __ ] All right. Supernatural [ __ ] mysteries. We love it. We binge it. The unknown terrifies me and intrigues me equally and thus has threaded itself throughout my entire life. From being caught talking to invisible entities as an infant, revealing potential hints at at past lives as a toddler. I love that. And literally seeing the ghost of a great-g grandandmother I had never met while she was in her body, sitting in her favorite chair that my mom and I inherited. That's cool as [ __ ] On a genealogical deep dive, I discovered that I have relatives who were convicted of murdering lovers and lovers who fell, jumped, or were pushed off a balcony to their death and then allegedly haunted the grounds that witnessed their early demise. [ __ ] is wild.

What did he say? I'm leaving. You're leaving? What did he say? What did he say?

He said it's hard. I'm leaving. Stupid. Enraged. Oh no. We're not. It's not funny. I think I don't know.

We're all very uncomfortable right now. Enraged. Enraged twice. Are you okay? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Nicholas. We're not laughing at your mom. Did he say enraged twice? He said it twice.

Nicholas, we're not laughing. We're not laughing at you. We're just very uncomfortable. And I laugh at funerals and it's not cuz I think they're funny. It's because I'm very uncomfortable. Please don't be mad.

Maybe he's just taking a second. Maybe Maybe he's just taking a I don't know. He left in a in a fit of rage.

He called us twice and he called us stupid. What did he say? Above. Are you above us? And like this feels like a haunted house interactive experience.

No, it truly does. But this is your house, [ __ ] You live here, Nicholas. I don't have to. Okay, Nicholas. [ __ ] Um, okay. I'm scared.

There are many experiences I'd love to share from the vault, but the story I chose to share first comes from my awesome Aunt Annie.

Auntie Annie. Auntie Annie. She made pretzels. She made the best pretzels. One of my favorite humans. She's literally the first licensed animal chiropractor in Minnesota.

Yes. Okay. Chiropractor those animals and send me those pretzels. I heard whispers of Aunt Danny's ghostly encounters from the house down the street when I was young and I would set my imagination on fire. But it was only recently that I asked her to recount her experiences to me on the record. She Let's see.

Strange. We are okay. so that she I could document what she saw, heard, felt, whatever she remembered. Annie gave me her.

I'm Ash. I'm Elena. And this is Morbid. We got Aiden on the ones and twos. He won't leave. Wait,

I'm sorry. Oh, is it because he's not normally here? This is Aiden, our cameraman, cousin, social media guy.

Yeah. Hello. Is that okay? Is it okay that he's here, Nicholas? I'm sorry. Hello. Okay, you think get back to us, doll?

Annie gave me her permission for this story to be shared. And I promise that everything is accurate and true. Thank you for all that you do.

Thank you for all that you do. It's called Grandma Phoned Her Daughter and the Ghost Responded First. Can I say your whole name? I hope so.

You just did. What? What is he just said? What? What? What did you It's not for you.

It's not for you. What? Can you beep out his Yeah, beep out his name. Um cuz Nicholas

very concerned about his Yeah. Yeah. He's sore about it. So, we're going to Okay. Yeah, I get it.

Okay, leave [clears throat] the in the part where he advocates for him, though.

We're trying to get you good rep, man. He said that that goes against my reputation helping someone. Leaving the part where he No thanks. Okay. Grandma Edie. Grandma Edy raised three children, survived two husbands, and spent over 50 years of her life in the Dutch colonial college cottage at Can I say St. I'm going to say St. Paul Park, Minnesota. I just don't just in case.

This is where I spent my childhood holidays. Gathered around a fireplace with loved ones while the It's a Wonderful Life snow gently coated everything outside.

Oh, I'm there. We shared heaping plates of buttered corn, turkey with mashed potatoes, and gravy. The adults would exchange gifts and then I would take center stage while I tore into my presents pile like Scrooge McDuck diving into his pool of money. I was the only child and only grandchild after all.

Oh, that's nice. I laughed at Grandpa Charlie's dad jokes while climbing his big friendly giant frame like a spider monkey and lived family bonding experiences so rich with joy and unconditional love that my young self could never have comprehended just how fortunate I was to have them or how often I would revisit those fading memories and become overwhelmed with gratitude and love. Alexi Alexi

Alexi that was really nice. You are a creative writer. Like that is Wow, that was really sweet. I can smell that. So, this is the same neighborhood where Grandma Eve's only daughter, Annie, my aunt, would meet her best friend, Debbie. Debb Debb Debbie lived down the street in the big pale blue house at the top of a hill.

Justin bloody Justin is bloody. Does he need help? Think on it. Let us know. Um, let me go back to the app. Uh, Debbie lived down the street in the big pale blue house at the top of the hill on Summit Avenue that seemed to tower over most of the houses around it. Aside from being a whole level taller than its neighbors, the decorative flourishes, the stained glass windows, the sheer size of it set it apart like a deep southern relic transported to this bluecollar middle class stretch in the Northlands. Alexi, you better write a book or some [ __ ]

Just painting a picture. I can't remember. You can't remember if he's okay. Was Justin bloody a long time ago?

And was he bloody because someone hurt him? Let us know. Think on it. Let us know. Built in You bet. Okay. Built in 1890, the fourbedroom house sits on a halfacre lot. as my parents and I drove by it on the way to the holidays at my grandparents house. My stepdad would always whimsically say, "There's the haunted house." And I would stop whatever I was doing and laser focus my eyes on the old building. Why does he keep saying above? It's freaking me out that he's repeating certain words. So heal

goal. Why? [sighs] Why is it freaking you out? Sorry. It's I'm I don't want to piss you off, Nicholas. It's It's just scaring me a little because I feel like you're trying to tell us something that's scary. Are you Are you Are you trying to like tell us something scary that's happening currently or will happen or are you telling us something that happened a long time ago?

I know that was a very intricate question, so think on it, you know. Uh let me know. Um, so he would laser focus his eyes on the old building, drifting by his window, checking for any sign of spirits from the safety of a moving vehicle. The windows of the house always looked dark, like like dark empty eyes, revealing everything and nothing at once. Every haunted house I had ever encountered in my imagination, books, campfire stories or movies became this house. And it pinned me to my seat in a way that made its power over me feel palpable and not simply a figment of my imagination. Back in the day, the big picture window looking out onto the street would reveal a classic living room with an elegant fireplace and library. But today, the overgrown foliage covers many windows on the ground floor. And there's a newspaper. And there's newspaper covering the once glorious picture window. As if no one should be allowed

to see inside the silent structure with many tales that the walls could tell. Backward. Well, I have never stepped foot inside the haunted house. My aunt Annie spent many hours, days, and nights there playing with her best friend Debbie when they were teenagers. And when I became old enough to work up the nerve to ask her about her paranormal experiences there that they were always hinted at or overheard at family gatherings, these are the stories she shared. Annie and Debbie became friends in seventh grade. They both attended Ultman Junior High School in St. Paul Park and lived only a couple blocks from each other. So they would walk to school together, sometimes stashing contraband in the old ticket booth that they would pass on the way to school.

Amazing. That's the coolest like small town oldtimey thing I've ever heard. I love it.

Debbie lived with her single mother Sharon and two older sisters, one of which would move out

inside. Above woof. Love love is inside. Love is inside. Do you feel it, Nicholas? Nicholas kiss all the time and disco occasionally.

Exactly. Do you feel the love, Nicholas? Okay. So, she lived with her single mother, Sharon, and two older sisters, one of which would move out to attend college shortly after Annie started coming around. So, the home had many more rooms than the family could occupy. The house had a much looser structure than at Grandma Edy and Grandpa Charlie's house. And it was there Annie had her first alcoholic beverages and explored the freedom that virtually all teenagers seek. Needless to say, Annie spent a lot of time in that house, and there was some peculiarities that she remembers well to this day. For one, Sharon, Debbiey's mom, would

she That's Debbiey's mom. She would often talk to spirits. This seemed to be common place for all who lived there and their guests. Sharon might laugh at a joke that only she could hear or carry on in conversation with an invisible guest, a British man by all accounts. I kind of love that. without embarrassment or explanation. Annie accepted it as normal since everyone else seemed to seemed to and there was not any perceived malevolence with the unseen guest.

All right. One odd reoccurrence in the house involved a coffee table in the living room. Apparently, if one set their cup of tea or whatever they were sipping down for a moment on the table and carried on with their conversation, at some point the cup would likely just disappear.

What? No sound of it moving, no sight of dinner wear floating away, just gone. At some later point in time, someone in the house was exploring a storage room in the attic that was seldom if ever used, only to discover a stack of teacups filled with unsipped beverages, saucers, and all. What the [ __ ]

No explanation was ever given for this phenomenon. Okay. What? Most of the activity in the house happened near the back where Debbiey's bedroom was. It was where there the girls spent many hours hanging out and being teenagers. At one point, Annie played a cassette tape in Debbiey's room with a recording of Debbie as a little girl singing a funny folk song called Daddy's Whiskers.

All right, we have a Dear Old Daddy. His hair is silver gray. He has a set of whiskers. They all They're always in the way.

That's adorable. The song ends and the cassette tape wines and winds and the blank tape winds the blank tape until the side is done. Annie takes the tape out and plays the other side. I'm not sure where they were what they were expecting to hear since they had only been on the recording only been on a recording on side A, but after a momentary hiss of blank space, a man's voice, grally, slow, and melancholy, begins singing the same song.

No, a man doesn't need to sing that song. We have a dear old daddy. His hair is silver gray. He has a set of whiskers. They're always in the way.

Thank you. Nailed it. Same. Some sad soul singing to no one or to whoever would listen. Some might argue that cassette takes cassette tapes can bleed while recording. Meaning that something recorded on one side shows up on the reverse side. If that was the case for this recording, every sound would be the reverse of the original recording and any sound or word would be played backwards. Oh, this was the same song with the same words, but instead of a young girl's voice, it was the disembodied voice of an old man that no one was ever able to identify.

I don't like it. That's [ __ ] up in a way I can't describe. Grandma Edie would call Sharon's house when it was time for Annie to come home for dinner. On this particular night, Debbie's older sister, Kathy, was the first to answer her call. Kathy set the phone down and yelled across the house for Annie to take the call and then went back to whatever she was doing. Edie waited patiently for her daughter to answer the phone. Eventually, Annie grabbed uh grabbed the phone in the unhurried and unbothered way that most teenagers respond to a routine call from their parents. "I'll be right home," said Annie. Edy was silent, then severe.

"You get home right now." "Hello." Annie was confused as to why her mom sounded so serious on the phone, and when she walked in the door, her mom interrogated her with a very similar energy. She asked who was at the house, specifically if there was any men there. Ooh. Annie informed her mom that there was no men in the house. Edy doubled down, giving her a final opportunity to tell her the truth or face the wrath of God.

Not Jod. Not Jod. With no reason to lie, Annie again told Edy that the only people in the house were female. Her, Debbie, Kathy, and Debbiey's mom, Sharon. Sensing that her daughter was being truthful, Ed's body relaxed slightly, and her tone shifted from accusatory to fearful, clutching Annie tightly as if she were in danger. Apparently, in the blank space between Kathy setting the phone down and Annie answering, a man's voice spoke sharply into the phone. E, I'll be right home. Clear as day. The exact same words that Annie would say into the phone just seconds later.

Oh, it's weird that she hadn't even said that yet. And a man saying, "I'll be right home." I'd be like, "No, the [ __ ] you won't."

No. No men were in the house. And again, no explanation was ever satisfactorily accepted to dismiss this incident.

Yeah. One evening, the girls were playing with the Ouija board in the front room on the couch with a grand staircase at one end, the fireplace roaring and crackling behind them and a big archway in the into the dining room on the other side.

iconic. They asked the spirits if so and so liked them and the classic Ouija board ask

and whatever else 13-year-old girls might wonder about and other quote dumb questions about boys. As aunt Annie told me, the board kept responding with Annie, don't be an [ __ ] [gasps] Annie remembers being shocked to be addressed with the type of language because that word was not in their vocabulary. Even as rambunctious teenagers, every question they asked the spirit was met with, "Annie, don't be an [ __ ]

Oh my god." The tension built with each response, and Annie got very upset, and she started getting smart with it, taunting whoever it was that would talk that way to a young person. The spirit did not react kindly. The coffee table that the board was set upon had a wooden decorative border like a tiny fence with intricate carved details. Once after Annie had prodded whoever whatever it was that was spelling curse words at her, the planchette that the girl's fingers had been on flew out from under their hands with such force and speed that it exploded through the wooden border on the table, startling the girls into a stunned and speechless silence.

Fear quickly set over them. What the [ __ ] The girls eyes, wide as saucers, looked up at each other. And then Annie noticed that the smoke from the fireplace had reversed course and was now pouring into the living room and the air became cold,

which like why would that like the flu closing? Sharon heard the commotion and came running into the room. Once she gathered what had happened, she began immediately apologizing to no one, to the smoke, to the spirit that was now upset, begging for forgiveness. Slowly, the smoke cleared and the room returned as it was. Holy [ __ ]

That was the last time they play with the Ouija board and the last episode that Annie recalls from her time at the haunted house. Today, the house is vacant. Newspaper covering the once glorious big picture window. To this day, all these years later, I cannot drive past the house without slowing down, turning down the music, and peering into the dark, empty windows, searching for a sign, searching for answers. Anything. Grandma, Edie, and my daughter. Oh, no. This is Let me see. Just pictures. And this is a picture of the house. And it is a beautiful house. But I It's spooky.

It's a big ass house. It is very spooky. The peace garden. Oh my god. I love them.

Steak and potato. Oh my god. I love them. Oh, look at this gorgeous family. Okay, you're all gorge.

You're very pretty people. Holy [ __ ] And your child is like spitting image of both of you. I was going to say

I can't tell who more. Wow, Alexi. Holy [ __ ] that was a spooky ass story. Spooky as hell. And it brought so much Nicholas out.

It did bring a lot of Nicholas out. Damn. I can't get over the teacups. I know that. Just the fact that they like found them later.

They just would disappear and then they find like a pile of them in a room that's not really used.

I would be so mad though because do you think they would be moldy? Yeah, they would. Like the liquid inside

and then it gets to a point where it's just you can't clean it, you know? Yeah. You just got to get rid of it. want to throw in a teacup.

That wasn't the time where people threw things away, I feel. No. No. All right. This next one is listener tales. I babysat at the SK Pierce mansion.

The SK Pierce mansion. What? Back in 2001, my English class assigned all the students the project of looking up gardener history in the area that we each lived in. Growing up in South Gardener, my group jumped at the opportunity to see if we could get into the newly purchased spooky Victorian house. Hell yeah. the SKPS mansion. Having passed by it almost every day of my life, it was so exciting to see somebody finally take care of the beautiful building that had been so overgrown with vegetation for years. My parents also grew up in Gardener, and they too were excited that this historic building was finally getting another chance. I can't remember exactly how we got in touch with the owners, but it's quite possible my awesome mom just drove our group down to the mansion and said, "Well, knock on the door and ask."

Why not? You know, the owners were so welcoming and we arranged a time to take a video camera through the property. Mark explained that while there was some roof damage that affected the front turret spaces, all the rest of the house needed was a good dusting. And lucky enough, there was the extra there was extra of the original wood used in the initial build and the third floor attic space.

That's cool. That's badass. It never happens. So, he took us through all the floors, including the top little tower, which we didn't go in last time.

I know. We didn't go with Sam and Colby. We went with the Serena and Karen. Yeah. So, [clears throat] back we go to the tower.

I love the SK Pierce mansion. Me, too. And the people who bought it. The people who bought it are sick.

Go try to get a tour there. I think we're trying to turn it into a B&B right? Yeah. And follow their Tik Tok account because they're doing a lot on there now and giving a lot of investigation content. So, go follow them.

They're awesome. They're just nice people. We love them. We love them a lot. So, there was a cast iron safe on the second floor that was also original because nobody could figure out how to move it. I know what you're thinking. It's empty. Wamp wamp.

The only space we did not go was the basement. I went there. That's right. I went there.

Fun fact, SK Pierce had a tunnel built that led from his house under the railroad that uh used to follow that used to follow along West Broadway over to his factory. Don't laugh at me cuz I had the same last.

I was like I was like I'm not alone. It has since been sealed. It has. And people think it's a portal.

Now to the good stuff. Due to that project, my parents became good friends with the new owners where we once attended a Halloween party, and my parents even attended their wedding on the property.

Wow. Eventually, my cousin and I were asked to babysit their two children. I'm going to be changing the names to Kyle and Sarah. They were around 8 and 10. For privacy, even though they're adults now, that's why I changed their names. I'm reading this so weird.

I did the same thing. I don't know what's happening. I don't know what punctuation, but nothing to me.

I'm just throwing it all to the wind. did. I said, "Fuck me, too." My cousin Ashley and I agreed that we would take turns babysitting the kids over the summer, alternating weeks so that we didn't lose our whole summer to babysitting. That was smart. It was middle of a team up. There were a few rules, obviously. No going in the basement or the third floor and above. No playing with the dumb waiter system. If we thought we experienced any haunting type situations, we needed to tell them. And if we were playing hide-and-seek and we couldn't find Kyle, look in the hidden panel where they used to keep the blocks of ice before panicking. Wow. All right. I thought you were going to say if you exp One of the rules was if you experience a haunting you better videotape it. If you experience a haunting just run out of there.

Come come come with receipts and show me it. So, we only had one request. If they ever asked us to babysit at night, they would have to pay the both of us. Yeah. So, here we go.

Of course, there was a lightning storm on that night. The kids were supposed to be in bed since it was after their bedtime and Ashley and I were watching something in the living room when Kyle came downstairs. We asked if everything was okay. it was. And we told him, "Okay, go back to bed." A little while later, we felt like someone was watching us and we realized Kyle's back. What the [ __ ] is up, Kyle?

What are you doing, Kyle? A little while later. Uh, nope. I was just going to say the same thing over again. Just Kyle again. Kyle, you know.

So, rinse repeat a few times on Go to bed and we're now annoyed. Not to mention, it's just creepy when you're sitting in a dark house and a small child is lurking in the shadows.

Tell me about it. I I know that's you have that a nightly occurrence. I need to pause here to explain some anatomy of the house. There are two staircases. The grand staircase in the middle of the structure and what was the servant staircase off of the kitchen. When looking at the front of the house, they use the front right room as the living room. That's not what I would have assumed.

That's what we were wondering. I figured that would be like a I thought it would be the back parlor. Yeah.

I thought the the one that they were using as a living room would be like a formal sitting room.

Yeah, cuz the other one is like the lady's sitting room. Yeah, I wonder. I just wonder where they had the TV. Me, too. Telly,

tell me. Tell me. So, they used the front right room as the living room and the front left room as the gift shop. Mostly Victorian era items as Suzanne was from England. It was not a spooky gift shop. The kitchen was the back left room and the dining room was the back right. Interesting.

That is interesting. The dining room makes sense, but the kitchen is the kitchen you walk in to the left.

I wonder if they moved it though. I think I think you're right. I think I remember them saying something about that.

Uh Kyle's room was above the kitchen at the top of the servant stairs. We were told this used to be the baby's room. Which baby? No idea. The baby. The baby.

Don't worry about it. Then connected to that room via a very t tiny hall with Sarah's room, which we Yeah, I can picture it. We were told traditionally was the room of the caretaker of the child, hence the little connection hallway, the baby. So, back to the night it happened. The final time Kyle came down, we stood up and he bolted back up the servant's stairs [snorts] to his room with us following closely behind. We were calling out a combination of things like, "Go to bed. Stop messing around." As we're going up the stairs, we hear his door slam. We get to the top of the stairs and one of us tries to open the door, but nothing.

Now, this is an old Victorian doorork knob. There's no locks on this door, so we try to push a little harder. Nothing. Kyle, stop messing around. You could get hurt. Let us open the door. Kyle, I'm not touching the door. Ashley and I look at each other confused and we both start to try to push and bump against the door, but nothing. Kyle, what did you put in front of the door, Kyle? Nothing. I'm not touching the door. Cuz you do have to be like really specific with that cuz he's like, I'm not touching the door. And you're like, what did you put in front of the door?

I'm not touching. I'm not touching it. So, okay, I've had enough. I walk through Sarah's room, which takes me about 5 seconds to get in Kyle's room, and I just see him standing in the middle of the room looking at the door. There's nothing in front of it. And this kid is 30 pounds soaking wet. So, he wasn't blocking two teenage girls from musling open a door. Huh. I walk open to the door and it just opens. It just opens. There isn't even the sticking of the door frame when it gets super hot in the summer. It just opens.

I fully believe after being in that house, I'm going to believe anything you tell me.

Weird [ __ ] happens in that house. Ashley and I look at each other with large eyes and say in our most stern voices, "Kyle, go to bed." We have come to the conclusion that our chasing him up the stairs startled a protective spirit. And in an attempt to protect him, they blocked us from opening the door. [snorts]

Damn. Now, this might not seem like a big deal, but I'm telling you, at one point, both of us were body slamming the door and it wasn't moving.

Damn. We never went up the servant staircase again. Can't say I blame you. Overall, I loved being in that house. I've always been super sensitive to spiritual energy. And to be honest, the only thing that ever creeped me out were the clown paintings in the storage room on the third floor. Yes, clown paintings.

Also, I wonder which room was the storage room because if it was the very back room.

Oh, there's another reason why that room creeped you out. Yeah, I bet it was that one.

Bad vibes in that room. I noped right out of that room after the owner sold it and the and multiple new owners came in. I feel like they really tried to ride the haunted aspects and as you both mentioned in the episode, it created a more of a magnet for negative spirits to join the party.

And also some people, we won't say who, but some people like went against instructions.

Yeah. That were somebody that like is like kind of famous, like a famous person apparently like

was told not to use a Ouija board. Yeah. They It's like a rule like a lot of haunted places.

Yeah. like Lizzie Bordon house won't allow Ouija boards anymore cuz they create like portals and [ __ ]

Well, and it's also just important it's not your house. If you're going in there and they say this is a rule of the house, don't bring a [ __ ] Ouija board and somebody did who's like kind of famous.

Pretty famous. Pretty famous. And they think they created a [ __ ] portal that [ __ ] up the vibes.

And that person is not. Welcome back. No. So I hope you would literally never guess but we can't say it.

Yeah. So that is [ __ ] up. Hope this tale entertains you and makes you think about the relationships that we all have with our houses. I now live in a house built in 1910 for overflow servant staff of a mansion up the street that I work in. And you better believe I tell the house, "Have a good day every time I leave. Keep the positive energy flowing." Shout out to my college roommate M for introducing me to your podcast during the pandemic. You had me on the Wizard of Oz episode.

Keep it weird but not so weird that Take it away, Ash. You babysit at the Escape Hier mansion hotel and a what the [ __ ] is up Kyle child just comes popping into the room and you have to chase him up the serpent stairs and then he's locked in his room and you're like why are you locked in your room? What did you put in front of the door? And he's like I didn't put anything in front of the door and you're like what did you put in front of the door? And then you're like wait there's a hallway that I can go through and you go through the hallway and then you just see that random kid well like the kid that you know standing there and there's nothing in front of the door and then the door just opens and wo ghosts.

That might be one of my best. That was really good. Thank you. You didn't stumble at all.

I didn't. No. Um, so if you want to see, by the way, cuz we were mentioning how we were there with Sam and Colby and Sabrina and Karen, we filmed the one with Sam and Colby on their channel. So go check out the Sam and Colby YouTube channel. It's on there.

It was really fun. It was towards the end of the year. It was in December, right? I think it was their last video.

Yeah, it was their last video of the year. Last video of the year. Uh, it's a really fun one. Turned out to be a crazy video. It's really fun to watch. So definitely check it out and we did obviously an episode about it where we talked to Sam and Kobe about it.

We've done a few episodes. Um and then if you want to book like a tour there or whatever it is and even people are going and investigating there more.

They are. Yeah. Uh I we'll put it we'll link it in the show notes if you go check out the wall. We signed it.

Yeah, we did in the kitchen. Yep, we sure did. All right. Um is Nicholas still on?

He is. He's being so quiet. Quiet again. Weird. Maybe he felt silence. I was like, "Why is he?"

Watch out, Mikey. Yeah, you better you better recognize. Um, okay. So, the last one we're going to do today, right, this is the last one. The last one we're going to do today is called The Day Danny Disappeared.

Not Danny. That's ominous. It is. What an ominous name it is. Hello, lovely ladies. My name is

Amber. Amber. Amber. And I have been a listener for a few years now. I love the podcast and especially look forward to listener tales. I always hoped to someday have a tale that was worthy of sending in. Finally, I have one.

And it's about the disappearance of a young lad. Thank you for disappearing, Danny. I have been meaning to write in for months, ever since my mother-in-law and I bonded over a family ghost story on a snowy Christmas Eve. Goals. What a beautiful relationship. Stata goals. Uh, now I am finally sitting here while my sourdough is in the oven writing a ghost story that I honestly wouldn't have believed from anyone else. I titled this story The Day Danny Disappeared. And it has been discussed so much in my husband's family that they even typed up a document detailing the incidents and shared it with Danny.

Damn, this is legit. That family sounds awesome. I know. In this tale, all names have been changed. So, don't worry about sharing names. Also, just for funsies, I've included a picture of my adorable doggos on St. Patty's Day because, well, they're the best doofuses around and will hopefully make you smile. I love a doofus dog. Uh, oh, dinguses and doofuses dogs

all the live long day. Uh, where am I? I have included a 14-point double space pifa. Feel free to share the included pictures of my dogs if you wish. I also shared a picture of where the tail takes place, but that picture probably shouldn't be shared just to be safe without you.

So, without further ado, I will share the story of how Danny disappeared. Our story began in the winter of 1967 when the Birch family moved into a house on Moheakin thank you Avenue in a small Ohio town. John and Jane Burch raised four children in this house. Two girls Betty and Beth and two boys Brad and Tim.

I bet Tim felt left out. Truly when they first when they first moved in the the younger children,

Betty, Beth, and Brad and Tim and Tim. This is Betty and Beth and Brad and Tim. Tim. Oh, I kind of love it.

I love it. When they first moved in, the younger children, I was just about to say they should have named him better.

You know why? Cuz my brain keeps going back to the Skyler sisters in Hamilton and they're like, "The Skyler sisters." And they say their names and she's like, "And Peggy." That's all I think of.

I was laughing because I just thought they should have named him Bim Bim. Bim Bim.

When they first moved in, the younger children started to notice things right away. The most active place was their attic, which was a playroom for the kids. The kids would start would hear whistling and playing around the house at night when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Sometimes Mrs. Burch would hear running up and down the stairs throughout the night, and she would yell that the kids needed to go to bed, but all the children were sleeping soundly. Hate that.

She would also wake up in the mornings to the bottom cabinets being all open during the night as though a child had left them all open.

Ew. No, that just gave me shiva sha shivas. And it made me think, it always makes me think of the six sense.

I know. Me, too. And it makes me think of the six sense in paranormal activity.

Oh, I got so many shivers. Oh, the six sense, though. Oh, [ __ ] I got to stop picturing it. I hate that scene on the table.

I hate that scene. I hate that scene. Often they would hear trucks going back and forth across the floor, and they would hear the Hot Wheels track being played upstairs.

That's kind of adorable. The family would hear a child giggling and marbles being rolled across the floor of the attic, even though none of the toys upstairs were marbles. Someone's just having the time of their GD death

and just their GD afterwards and they're just conjuring marbles. Yeah, the family, you know,

the family assumed that there was a child ghost in the new home, but felt no fear. So, they eventually started to consider him just part of the house. Good for them.

That's a great family vibe. That is a good vibe. Little Betty's room was at the top of the stairs with their door opening into the hallway to the attic. Several times, Betty would see the attic door open and close, just enough for a small child to peek their head through.

That's not cute. That's not cute. That's ugly. Betty would yell downstairs to her mom, "The ghost is watching me."

To which her mom would say, "Tell him it's time to go to bed." That's mom [ __ ] right?

Betty would then tell the ghost to go to bed. to which he appeared to go upstairs and they would hear him playing with the toys in the attic the rest of the night. So, he wasn't going to bed.

He's like, "You're no fun. You're not my mom." There was one night when Betty was sleeping in the attic, she woke up to a small boy poking her arm with his finger.

We said that so casually. Yeah, we said that. We said that with just like it was another sentence.

She's just She fell asleep in the attic. She woke up little boy just poking her and you you just said that. You just said that

uh she couldn't see him clearly in the dark, but she wasn't afraid of him and she just went back to sleep.

Night night. Kids are wild. Wow. That's like I would see ghost [ __ ] all the time in your room and I just go back to sleep.

Night night. The youngest son, Tim, started started to grow more interested in the ghost. He would, you know.

Yeah. Maybe maybe the ghost's name starts with a T. Tim eventually got the ghost to talk to him. When Tim was 7 years old, he told the family about having a conversation with the ghost. Tim had gone upstairs to use the bathroom when he noticed that the attic door was open. He was curious, so he sat on the steps and started talking to the ghost. The ghost told Tim that his name was Danny. Tim told his parents it's not Tim told and not Bambi.

And not Bammy. Tim was like, "Oh my god, he was a common." Tim told his parents about talking to the little boy upstairs. When his parents asked how the little boy looked, Tim said he looked like he was very little, about the size of Allan, his four-year-old cousin. A. This verified what the family thought about the ghost, that he was in fact a little boy. From then on, they called the ghost Danny. What do you do? Very respectful. Like, how do you just go about the rest of your day knowing that a four-year-old ghost boy lives?

Because I'd also be worried about him. I'd be like, can I do you need to brush your teeth? Like, do you need to do what need to do?

Yeah. Now, as the years went by, they continued to have experiences with Danny. Even their friends who stayed the night would report spooky occurrences, including Betty's friend seeing a little boy standing um standing on the stairs on the second floor, clear as day, until he turned and ran up the stairs.

When Betty's friend ran downstairs to tell Mrs. Burch what she saw, Mrs. Burch laughed and assured her that it was just their harmless little boy ghost, Danny.

Oh, she's like, "We got a lot of kids." Cool man. One of them's dead. [gasps] After about a decade, when Tim was just was about 17 years old, he decided to try to get Dany talking to on a recorder, pre iPhone, of course. Since Tim felt he had a connection with Dany, he thought he could get him to talk. He went to the attic with a recorder and started the recording while asking a few questions. Finally, when he asked, "What is your name?" the ghost replied, "Be quiet. Secret." Tim asked, "Is your name Danny?" And the ghost answered, "Don't say that." which is like such a little boy response cuz it's probably not Danny. You know what I mean?

Yeah. Like that's not my name. So maybe on the recording they were able to hear the ghostly voice and share it with the rest of the family which further validated that this ghost was a little boy named Danny. [snorts] Or maybe not. Maybe not. That's not my name.

Or maybe like he's like no shut up. I'm like mysterious. Yeah. He's like that's not my name.

That's not my name. You call me Danny, but I am Tanny. Maybe a baby. It's not the same.

That's not my name. So, what is So, I imagine you're wondering, I thought this was a story about when Danny disappeared.

Oh, right. Well, dear listener, we're about to get to that part. Okay. As mentioned previously, Tim and the Birch family lived in a very small town where everyone knows everyone. So, when the previous owner of their home, Mr. Smith, passed away, they attended the funeral to pay their respects. As the Birch family read the obituary, they noticed the names of Mr. Smith's children. One thing caught their attention. Mr. Smith had a child who passed away at the age of four years old in the 1950s. The Birch family was shocked to find out that this child's name was Danny. So, they just had like weird intuition. What the [ __ ] In 1956, Danny Smith was a sweet little boy who went with his mom and dad to deliver cookies to his neighbor. Danny somehow slipped away from his father and ran into the street. Sadly, Dany was hit by a car and was killed. According to the Smith family, losing Dany broke Mr.

Smith's heart, and for the rest of his life, Mr. Smith blamed himself for the death of his son.

Oh, that's awful. As you can imagine, the Birch family was very surprised with this revelation. And specifically, Tim was eager to speak with Dany if he could now that he knew the story of his death. After the Birch family returned from the funeral of Danyy's father, Tim went upstairs to the attic to find Dany. To his surprise, Tim could not find Dany anywhere. Tim came downstairs to his family and announced he's gone. From that moment on, the family never had any other experience with Dany. That is the day Danny disappeared.

But it's like he that like the day of his father's funeral. Maybe he was waiting for him.

He was. I bet his dad went back and got him. I was like, "Oh, I just got We're going somewhere else, babe."

Yeah, let's go. Now, we will fast forward to how this story was brought back to my husband's family, the Smith family. Many years passed after Dany left the house on Makin Avenue and eventually Danny's sister Martha Smith was at a gathering where we started talking to Mrs. Burch. Martha really wanted to ask Mrs. Burch about going to visit her old childhood home but was not sure how to bring it up. As Martha talked to Mrs. Burch about the house, Mrs. Burch mentioned strange things that happened to that. Martha laughed and said, "Well, yes, I know that basement flooded after you moved in." Mrs. Mrs.

Burch then proceeded to explain the story of their little ghost to Martha, including the day Danny disappeared after his father's funeral. Mrs. Burch also told Martha that later when they renovated the attic, they found a jar of marbles hidden in the wall that they believed were Danny's. Martha was shocked to hear this spooky, heartwarming story about her late brother. As Martha took in all the details, she felt a sense of peace knowing that her brother was a happy child even after death and that her father had carried Dany to the afterlife. This is the most beautiful ghost story I have ever read.

Martha shared the story of Dany with her siblings and her cousins in the Smith family. Hopefully now this story will also be shared with others as a story about a little boy who loved his father and a father that was able to reunite with his beloved boy at the end. I'm obsessed. I am going to cry. And I Holy [ __ ] those dogs are the cutest things I've ever seen.

I wish that Dolores would wear a bandana. Wow. Do does not [ __ ] with a bandana. That was wild.

That really was. That story was absolutely gorgeous. It was beautiful. Like truly gorgeous. It

was really beautiful. I'm going And your name is Amber. I knew that, but I didn't want to get it wrong. Amber.

Amber. Amber. That a beautiful haunted house story. Even Nicholas stayed quiet for that. [cough]

I was waiting for like shut the [ __ ] up. That's stupid. Dumb die. Whoa. You never know.

Wow. Above. Whoa. Oh my gosh, guys. I love listener. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. What was the first thing? What was the weird thing I said?

May time. Oh my gosh. Mine. Mod. I hope you guys have been comfy queens and kings and whatever else.

And I hope that you cracked open an lollipop or a do Dr. Pepper. An O lollipop or a Dr. Pepper. Sponsor us. And that you keep listening and we hope you keep it weird, but not so weird that you don't have a maintained driveway with a ghost in your house that cries like a nun. But dogs are happy to be there. And you babysit at the Essie Pierce mansion and Danny disappears. And and and [ __ ] godamn houses. Um um Annie's house. Annie's friend's house. Debbie, don't keep it as weird as that house kept it.

Yeah, but maybe that house was cry like a nun. Don't cry like a nun. Don't do it.

Don't cry like a nun. Bye. Heat. Heat.

Questions about this episode

Who speaks in "Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens"?

Ash (Host), Elena (Host), Nicholas (Guest), Cassie (Guest), Amber (Guest).

What is "Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens" about?

The content features a lively and humorous conversation among friends as they embrace a cozy atmosphere while sharing spooky listener tales. The banter highlights their playful dynamic, setting the stage for a fun exploration of eerie stories from their audience.

What is mentioned in this Morbid | Podcast episode?

10 people, works and ideas are mentioned, including SK Pierce Mansion, Aiden, Aaron Smith, Arik Sharon, Minnesota, North Georgia. Each one on this page links to its own page with every episode that mentions it.

How long is "Listener Tales 106: Comfy Queens"?

The episode runs 1 h 15 min; the transcript is about 15,156 words in 349 timestamped sections.

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