Darkest Mysteries Online — The Strange and Unusual Podcast 2025
I Keep Finding Random Body Parts In My Home
20 Dec 2025
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Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Hello, I'm welcome to stories all the time. Glad you are here. Let's get into it. The first one was in my cereal. I was sprawled on the couch absentmindedly chewing a mouthful of stale frosted flakes. When I suddenly bit down on something hard.
My stomach lurched. Was it a rock? A piece of plastic?
I spat it out and looked at it.
Chapter 2: What shocking discovery does the host make in their cereal?
The glistening in my hand was a small white tooth. A wave of nausea sent me dashing to my toilet. After a few painful minutes of dry heaving, I was in the kitchen, sifting through the box of cereal, looking to see if there were any other disgusting surprises waiting inside for me. I didn't find any, but that didn't stop me from throwing the box in the garbage.
I considered calling the company's number and screaming at a customer service rep, but honestly, I couldn't be bothered. I ended up resuming my morning routine and vowing never to eat a Kellogg's product again. However, that was far from the end of it. Over the next week, I began finding more and more teeth. A molar nestled in back of my medicine cabinet, a chipped white incisor under my bed.
My mind reeled at the insanity of it all. It was a relatively new apartment. Had they been there from the very start... No, that didn't explain the one in the cereal. Despite my numerous attempts to rationalize the situation, I eventually had to admit what was happening. Someone was putting them in my apartment.
The thought caused an electric burst of dread in my chest, not just from my current disturbing situation, but because of my past. You see, almost nine years ago to the day, my family was devastated by the loss of my sister, Julie. After a long, arduous investigation that turned up no body, no weapon, and no suspects, The police eventually concluded that she'd simply gotten lost in the woods.
Despite that, my young mind remained convinced that some buddhism had taken her. I spent the rest of my childhood terrified of the day the man who took her came back to finish the job. Eventually, with the help of a little counselling and more than a little booze, I put it all behind me. But with each new tooth I found, I felt that fear returning, settling back at its place like an old friend.
Needless to say, I immediately called the police. They collected the teeth for testing, about six or seven, and strongly suggested I get the locks changed. I immediately called my landlord to have him do just that, but was greeted by his wife instead. Oh, hey, I said awkwardly. I'm Alex, one of Donnie's tenants. Is he there? Her voice was harrowed and tired. I can answer any of your questions.
I've been handling everything while he recovers. Recovers? What happened to him? Well, she said, dragging out the word. There was an incident last week. He was mugged on his way to his car.
I brought a hand to my mouth. Jesus, it will be okay, right? He's got a mild concussion, but he should be fine. I felt a burning in my chest and realized I'd been holding my breath. I let it out, but still felt a sense of unease. Donnie had been attacked last week exactly when I'd found the first tooth. I had an awful thought and asked her a question on a hunch. Can you indulge me for a second?
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Chapter 3: How does the host react to finding more teeth in their apartment?
Was a master key one of the things that were stolen? No, of course not. She paused. When she spoke again, it was with less conviction. I don't believe so. If you don't mind, can you please double-check with him? She obliged, and came back a few minutes later, relaying Donnie's message. She says, yes, he may have had a copy of the master tea at the time. Why did you have a break-in?
I told her the situation, and she agreed to send someone over to change the locks as soon as possible. By the end of the day, I had a shiny, and you kept it on my door. It did wonders for my state of mind, but the whole ordeal still left a black cloud of dread that persisted over the next few days. Had someone stolen a master key just to break into my apartment?
The thought made my skin erupt into goosebumps. In an effort to shake off the constant anxiety, I ordered a few motion detectors online. When they finally arrived, I remember thinking the box felt lighter than it should have been. Unfortunately, I didn't think anything of it and opened it up. Nothing could have prepared me for what I found inside.
Two severed ears sat in a box browned from decomposition. My stomach shifted violently and I dropped the box in disgust. I sunk to the floor and stared at it, trying and failing to decipher why on earth this was happening to me. The cops were there in minutes napping pictures and asking a barrage of seemingly never-ending questions.
I was eventually pulled aside by the lead detective, a dark-haired man in a tweed jacket. He had an absurdly gravelly voice that sounded the way sandpaper feels. We're gonna need to search the apartment for any sign of who's been harassing you. Are there any relatives you can stay with for the night? Yeah, I said shakily. My parents live down by the city. I can stay with them. He frowned.
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Chapter 4: What traumatic event from the host's past resurfaces during the story?
Is there anyone a little closer in case we need to ask you some questions? I hesitated. Well, I guess my sister is just a half hour away. I'll give her a call. I was hoping I could get through this without having to contact Luko, but it seemed I didn't have a choice. The end of my relationship with my big sister hadn't been loud or flash. There was no massive argument that drove us apart forever.
There was just the quiet and spoken agreement that we didn't need to be in each other's lives. Despite all this, I eventually found myself on Luca's front porch, overnight bag in hand. I winced when she opened the door. Luca and Julie had been twins, you see, and even after nine years, I couldn't look at my sister without being taken back to that day.
When she saw me, she looked puzzled before quickly replacing it with a sort of strained excitement. Oh my god, Xander, what a... She trailed off, wringing her hands together.
How have you been? I've been better, actually. I said Riley. I tried calling, but... Yeah, I got a new phone.
The silence hung heavy between us. I felt like I should have been offended that she hadn't bothered to tell me, but I honestly wasn't. Listen, I'm sorry for just showing up, but some things happened. My apartment's been broken into. I left out the more colorful details of the story, not wanting to freak her out.
Now, looking back, maybe she should have been. Oh my god, were you hurt?
No, it happened while I was gone. Either that or while I was sleeping, I thought to myself. I know it's short notice, but do you think if it's not too much trouble? She smiled and rolled her eyes. Yes, stand there, you can stay. I smiled and followed Luca inside. She set me up in her guest room, telling me I could stay as long as I needed.
After I was settled, she plopped down out of the bed next to me with two bud lights, holding one out to me like a peace offering. For the nerves, she said. I happily accepted. One drink turned to two, and two turned to three, and eventually we were both pleasantly buzzed and talking with an ease that I never thought would have been possible.
We laughed, and joked, and just generally caught each other up on what had happened after we'd last spoken about four years ago by my count. However, the conversation eventually ended up where it always did.
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Chapter 5: What unsettling items does the host receive in the mail?
I read on, dread creeping through my body like an infection. Whoever killed Julie hadn't been content on just taking her life. He'd taken parts of her body as well.
Our teeth. Her ears. And her eyes.
I thought back to that first tooth. It'd been small, childlike. In an instant, I had no doubt in my mind that whoever had done this to my sister was the same one tormenting me now. I heard the door open and shut again, the sound of Luca returning. Listen, I called. I read the file, and I think what's been going on with my apartment is tied to what happened to Julie. We might not be safe here.
She refused to respond, and I felt a stab of guilt. No matter how often it had been of her to keep this secret from me, she was all I had left in the thought of losing another sister terrified me far more than any stalker. I'm sorry, I called, getting up to meet her in the living room. I didn't mean for her to come out like that. Honest. I turned the corner into the hallway and froze in my tracks.
The tall, dishevelled man standing at the door was not Luca. Almost as frightening as the glistening knife in his hand was the vacant look in his eyes. I would have expected rage or mania, but instead there was just an animalistic coldness, a sort of icy determination. He was framed by a black rectangle, the door swung wide open behind him.
Well, don't just leave the door open, I thought for one insane moment. You'll let out the AC. Then he took a step near me in his heavy work boots, and I broke from my trance. I spun on my heels and made a break for the door, nearly tripping on my own feet. The man's steps thundered behind me, getting closer. I searched wildly for an escape.
I had mistakenly run deeper into the house rather than towards the back door. I'd hit a dead end any second. Finally, I spotted a bathroom. I dashed inside and swung the door shut. The lock clicked just as the man slammed into the door like a freight train. I sank to my knees as a barrage of slams and bangs began raining down on the door. However, it was heavy oak and held fast.
I pulled out my phone, my hand shaking like a leaf, and began calling 911. And then, the smell of gunpowder, a ringing in my ears. The door was suddenly wide open, a gaping chasm where the doorknob used to be. The man stood before me, a pistol in hand. I blinked as my mind finally registered what had happened. He shot off the doorknob. I'd just lost.
I watched as he holstered the pistol and had slung something from his back. In my terror, I hadn't noticed the satchel he'd been carrying. He began rummaging through the bag with a sort of grim determination, a carpenter looking for the right tool. The metaphor wasn't too far off from the looks of what was inside.
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Chapter 6: How does the host's relationship with their sister impact the narrative?
Childlike satisfaction coloured the man's face like a toddler getting a gold star. He put his knife back in the bag, zipped it, and stood up. I was feeling my heart rate slow when the man turned around slowly. I'll be better from now on, he said. I'll do better. And then he disappeared into the hallway, the stomps of his work boots fading into the quiet house. I felt something wet on my face.
A look in the mirror revealed tears streaming down it. What just happened? I noticed I was still holding that awful box, the box of what was left of my sister. Did he think this would make me feel better? In some twisted way, he thought he'd been doing a good thing, making things right. This explanation helped a bit, but there was still a dull twinge at the back of my mind.
There was more to it than that, right? On. Wong won. I'll do better. Then I finally realized something that shattered my entire world.
Luca and Julie were twins. He hadn't been sorry for killing my sister. He was sorry for killing the wrong sister. I stumbled to my feet on shaky legs and called Luca. It went straight to voicemail and I belted out a stream of curses. Luca, I screamed into the receiver. Get in your car. Go straight to the police station now. He's coming for you.
I white-knuckled the steering wheel, swerving in and out of the different lanes like a madman. Pawns sounded up angrily all around me, but I barely heard them. Getting ticketed was the least of my concerns. How much of a head start did I have on that psycho coming for Luca? Was he already there, closing in on her blade in hand?
I put the awful questions in a box and pushed them to the back of my mind. I turned a corner and finally caught sight of the bar where she worked, its tacky neon lights flashing in the night. I screeched to halt in the packed parking lot, nearly scraping the truck beside me. Throwing open the thick wooden door of the building, I scanned the place for any sign of my big sister.
It was Saturday night and the bar was packed with bodies, screaming, dancing, and laughing. I pushed my way to the back where I found a short redhead wiping off a shot glass from behind a counter. Chouting over the drone of people, I asked, is Luca here? The girl gave me a skeptical look, probably put off by my frenzied, scattered appearance.
I couldn't blame her. Who's asking? I'm her brother. It's urgent. I saw her suspicion give way to concern. I hadn't seen her.
She never showed up to her shift. It was like a punch in the stomach. The cops were there in minutes, although it felt like an eternity to me. By the time they'd arrived, I'd chewed my nails so far down it drew blood. The same gravelly-voiced detective from Ella stood in front of me, flanked on both sides by stone-faced police officers. I relayed everything that had happened.
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