Darkest Mysteries Online — The Strange and Unusual Podcast 2025
I Keep Finding Random Body Parts In My Home
21 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 disturbing discovery was made in the 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 did finding more teeth impact the narrator's mental state?
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 connection does the narrator make between the teeth and their past?
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.
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Chapter 5: What shocking evidence did the police collect from the apartment?
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.
Julie. God. You're just like her, I said. Well, duh, she said, grinning.
We're twins. It's not just that, it's everything. The way you talk, the way you carry yourself. I smiled and nodded at her dice earrings, flashy and red. Even your weirdo fashion sense. She punched me playfully and gazed out the window. Yeah, I see her every time I look in the mirror. She sniffed.
The months she went missing, I'd wash my hands with my eyes closed just so I didn't have to see myself in the bathroom mirror. How stupid is that? I realized her eyes were shiny with tears, and I laced our fingers together. Not at all. I said. Everyone said it'd get better, but it never did. It's been nearly a decade, and I still just want her back.
She took in a shaky breath, and I slowly realized it was from fear, not grief. And the worst part is, I think he's back. I snapped to her tension. The mysterious he she was referring to needed no explanation. Our parents dismissed it as nonsense, but my sister and I had never quite let go of the suspicion that Julie's disappearance had been more than an accident. Why? What happened?
She needed one hand in the other nervously. About a week ago, I went on a spa day with a friend from work. After we'd gone our separate ways, I caught the bus back home. A few stops before mine, this guy gets on. Stained dress shirt, scraggly hair, I smell the BO on him from five feet away. There's no empty seats, so he asks in a mumble to sit with me.
I start making up an excuse, but he just plops down next to me anyway. Everything's fine for a few minutes, but he starts rambling to himself. I was about to put my headphones in when I hear my name, like my full name. I'm afraid asking the driver to stop the bus might make the guy more agitated, so I decide to just wait for the next stop.
Meanwhile, the guy's going on and on about how it's not his fault and how he didn't mean to do it to her. When the bus finally stops, I quickly get up and start scooting past him. I'm almost out when he grabs my arm. I pull and pull, but his arm is like a vice. Luca rubbed her arm absentmindedly as glassy brow furrowed.
He looks at me with big bludge of red eyes and says, don't worry, I'll make this right. Then he finally, finally lets me go and I stumble off the bus. I still remember the way he stared at me as it drove away. The tears were back in her eyes now. I can't stop worrying about it, she said. I can't get it out of my head. I opened my mouth to speak, but there was nothing to say.
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Chapter 6: How did the narrator's sister's disappearance relate to current events?
I said they tried to keep it low, but I have my ways.
One thing you need to know about Mrs. McLaren is that she was mean. Real mean. Anne started showing symptoms of schizophrenia early, around 15 or 16. Whenever she caught him talking to people who weren't there, she'd beat him. And she constantly berated him, calling him psycho and retard. Now you'd think he'd want to get as far as possible from her, but not at all.
He never moved out, lived with her until he was about 32. What happened? I asked, already fearing the answer. Well, they screamed at each other all the time. But one day it was particularly bad. This argument must have been the one that sent him over the edge because he just snapped. Trent seemed to hesitate. He blinded her with his fingers, jabbing his thumbs into her eye sockets.
Then he cut out her tongue with a kitchen knife. In her ears, he, uh. Trent began fumbling over the words awkwardly. He finally settled on making a stabbing motion and saying, pencils. I shuddered. Was this what was in store for Luca?
Had it happened already? God, that's awful. Why would he do something like that? He stared at his coffee. Did he do it right there in the house? Trent shook his head. No one knows where he did it. We just know where we found the body. He furrowed his brow, remembering something. They found animal hair on it. There it was again, just like on Detective Severson's list. What kind? I asked.
Don't know. Nothing from around here, though. Not a bear or a wolf or anything like that.
I mulled over everything I'd heard so far, trying to make the pieces fit. What he'd done to his mother is more or less what he'd done to Julie, only minus the tools. It's like he's disarming them, I said. He blinds and deafens them, so they can't judge him, and he removes the teeth or tongue, so they can't make fun of him. Trent was nodding slowly.
Almost like the three wise monkeys, I gave him a questioning look. You know, I see no evil here, no evil speak, no evil. My eyes lit up exactly like that. I felt so. Of course, maybe if I got inside McLaren's head, I could figure out how to find him. I thought back to the animal hair found at both crime scenes. Then I had an idea that made me nearly drop my coffee. Trent, I said. Just a hunch.
But did McLaren work at the zoo? Trent put a hand to his chin. You know, actually, he did. It was that old one that closed down a few. He trailed off, coming to the same conclusion as me. He's obsessed with the three wise monkeys, right? There's no better place to kill in their honor than the monkey habitat.
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Chapter 7: What horrifying revelation occurred during the confrontation with McLaren?
I was now just a few feet away from him. I reached out my hand, palm up. Give me the gun, Ben. He eyed my hand skeptically. After a long moment, something in his face seemed to harden and he cocked a revolver with a sickening click. I'm sorry, Alex. My heart sank. Wait, I screamed. You don't have to do this. But it was too late.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a thunderous bang reverberated through the air, making my ears rain. I opened my eyes and frantically patted myself down, looking for where the bullet had hit me. That's when I saw Ben. He was standing in front of me, hands held around his bloody neck. He staggered backward, gurgling and wheezing for a few moments before collapsing to the ground in a heap.
My first thought was that he'd shot himself, but a quick glance behind me proved that wrong. There stood Detective Siverson, his pistol still trained on Ben's unmoving body. You two get out of there. Luca and I were already on it, scrambling up and over the fence as if Ben were going to get back up at any moment. It wasn't until I was on the other side that I began considering what had happened.
How did you know we were here? I asked. Glad to see you too, Alex, he said. Well, I'd like to say I pieced it all together on my own, but it was actually your friend who tipped me off where you were headed, friend. He nodded behind me and I turned to see Trent jogging up from toward the parking lot, his bun bouncing in time with his steps.
I tried calling you and when you didn't answer, I told the cops about our theory. They nearly laughed me out of the station, but Severson over here actually believed me. Severson pulled me aside and motioned at Luca. She sat in the cup, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at some spot on the ground. The ambulance is on the way. If there's something you want to say, now's the time.
I nodded and walked over to her. She didn't seem to notice my approach, not even giving me so much as a glance. As I got closer, I noticed the full extent of her injuries. There were ligature marks all along her wrists. Crimson slashes covered her battered arms and legs. I sat down on the curb a few feet away and tried to come up with some words of hope. In the end, I just settled on.
It finally over. No response. On closer inspection, I saw she was watching and out slowly marching across the pavement. I sighed. Listen, I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I never expected any of this to happen. If you want, I can start moving my things out of your house. She shot me a wry smile. You don't really think I'm about to let you go back to that dirty little apartment, do you?
You're staying with me at least until you can get a place of your own. Really? I mean, don't you need space to, you know, cope? She suddenly wrapped me in a bear hug so tight I thought it would break a rib. I just got you back. She laughed. There's no way we're going back to being strangers again. I almost wanted to laugh.
It seemed fitting that the man who'd ripped Luca and me apart was the same person who'd brought us back together. We spent the next few moments in silence, just enjoying each other's company. Eventually, I sighed heavily and said, I can't believe he's really dead. It's exactly what Julie would have wanted. No, it's not, Lucas said softly.
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