Chapter 1: What nostalgic themes from the 80s are explored in this episode?
Hey weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm with the band. And her name's Alina. And this is Morbid. 🎵 It is. 1980s edition. 1980s edition. What was life like in the 80s?
The oldest I was was five.
Five?
So I think my life was probably pretty sick. Yeah. I don't think I was with the band at that time. Probably not. Well, you don't know.
You might have been a cool rocker, five-year-old. We were both born at the end of a decade. I was born in the middle of a decade. Okay. Whatever. If you round up, it was almost over. You were 1985. I was thinking of myself mostly as 1996 and I was like the end of a decade. I said I want to take this journey with you.
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Chapter 2: How does the podcast host describe life in the 1980s?
You were born towards the end of a decade. In the middle. Well, no, because you're December. Right smack dab in the middle. You're December, so it's basically the end of the year. Yeah. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm over it. What were you saying about Nicholas? The background was like... All right, Alaska.
alaska oh that was great that was great what were you saying about nicholas oh i was saying i bet nicholas is gonna feel fancy free yeah because i have this like i have this feeling in my in my bones that nicholas is like a like an 1880s kind of guy so we're you decide 1880s or 1980s yeah in the future he just said
Why did that work so perfectly? I wasn't ready for such a swift response to that. Wow. He's real. Nicholas. Nicholas is real, you guys. If you lived in the 80s, like the 19 ones to be specific, the 1980s, how did you live like this? My hair is destroyed. I teased so much of it.
You did such a good one, though.
Thank you. It's actually kind of falling because I got hot. That's my question. When you guys got hot in the 80s, did your tees just fall? No, because you would use an entire bottle of Aquanet. Yeah, see, I didn't have Aquanet, but I did use a shit ton of hairspray. Yeah, a whole bottle would probably be used. Oh, my God.
Like, you could literally, like, shoot an arrow at somebody's hair and it would bounce off. And it wouldn't penetrate? Wow. Yeah.
That's crazy.
And radio was big in the 1980s. Oh, and then video killed the radio star. Exactly. See, Nicholas, he gets it.
He's into it. He's on theme today. See, I don't think I would have done that great in the 80s because I don't feel very pretty right now. I think you look gorgeous. I think you would have slayed the house down boots in the 80s. Thank you. Remember when I dressed as Miranda Priestly and I was like, oh, I think this might be who you are.
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Chapter 3: What listener tale involves a haunted childhood home?
Rad. Yeah. Rad. Dude. Dude.
Mikey, what did they say? Wow. Mikey was also like six, I think.
What did they say?
I was five, so I said, can I please have a juice? That's what I said. Same.
What did your people say? What did your people say? Did they say tubular?
Probably. Probably, maybe.
Righteous? Righteous. All right. I just wanted to know.
Have we met? Have we met? See, Nicholas is like, this sounds familiar.
He's like, wait, you guys look familiar.
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Chapter 4: What spooky experiences does the listener recount from their family's past?
I consider her a reliable source and she had her first experience in the house the day they moved in. Oh, I didn't even let you rest. After getting the keys to their new house and doing a walkthrough of the recently finished basement, my grandma got an intense chill and saw an apparition of an older man with gray hair, a checkered or plaid shirt and jeans.
hate that right when you get the keys and are doing the walkthrough and it's like hey so you're doing the walkthrough and you're like this looks good and you're like does he come with it or you're like can he go are you guys taking him he wasn't in the pns yeah like do we have to pay extra for him are we gonna yeah we're solid can we sign something that says he stays oh you want him to stay yeah let's let him stay okay this is his business i mean he was probably there first exactly uh she didn't describe it as a menacing presence okay all right
But she ran upstairs to get my grandpa for help.
Yeah, fair.
Naturally, after going back down, the apparition was gone, but there was a persistent and strong smell of dry dog food coming from one of the rooms. Ew. This was writing up to be a leftover odor from the previous owners, which would dissipate in time.
Oh my god, if the previous owners of my home left it smelling like dry dog food, I would call someone. Yeah, I would call the authorities.
The rest of the move-in went fine, with about half of the basement becoming bedrooms for the kids, and the other half as a rec room slash concert space for the family band. Awesome. Okay. Rock on. Hell yeah. Still, though, my grandma felt uncomfortable being down there alone. I don't blame her. Yeah.
Now, the presence in the house affected each member of the house in different ways, some certainly more severely than others. My aunt, for example, would complain about hearing a metal-on-metal banging noise in the middle of the night. I hate that. She also cried fire one night after seeing smoke drifting into, not out of, the vent in her ceiling. Yes.
There was an accident. I need you to know that I thought he meant she cried fire. And I was like, what the fuck?
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Chapter 5: How does the story of Old Joe add to the haunted house narrative?
So maybe he was just laying on your uncle. Yeah. And he was like, sorry.
Not wanting to look crazy, though, Nan chose not to mention that her grandpa, Old Joe, was kicking around, but instead thanked her for her story and left her the documents and photograph. knowing the story behind her spectral cohabitant, and that he was really just looking out for the family in the house.
The smells, metal hitting metal sounds, he was a blacksmith after all, were all just residual hauntings from old Joe's time in the house. That was until old Joe made a move on Nan. He said, now you know me. Now we're familiar. somewhat absent from the story so far, has been my grandpa, Gramps. Aw. Gramps worked two jobs to support the family, leaving the house at 2.30 a.m.
to go spackle houses before clocking in for his shift at the railroad at 11 a.m.
Oh my gosh.
Getting home around 8 at night. He's a hard worker. Usually Nan told me he would sleep like a rock, but oftentimes he would roll over in bed and she would end up getting crushed and pushing him back over. Not at all something I wanted to picture, Nan. One morning she said she was woken up by this familiar feeling, but was alarmed by the time. It was about 3 a.m.,
Witching hour aside, this meant Gramps had overslept and was late for work. Instantly alert, she turned over to wake him up and rush him through his morning routine, but found that she was in bed alone. Oh my god. Old Joe snuck into bed with Nan and was starting to get all up close and personal, and she was not having it.
Oh, it's Mr. Steel Girl. Old Joe.
old joe out here old joe's mr steel girl that was the straw that broke the camel's back nan could tolerate cabinet slamming shut she could tolerate unexplained noises she could tolerate her nephew getting choked out in his sleep but she would not abide by a non-corporeal cuddle buddy that's fair that morning nan contacted her pastor to come exercise the house
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Chapter 6: What unusual incidents occur at the listener's home during the 80s?
None of the above. Figuring it was an owl or a cat or some other nocturnal critter, she didn't pay it much attention at first. But then it started getting loud. Way too loud to be an animal. In another what the fuck were you thinking move, she got out of bed and peered over the windowsill. There, she saw a mop of black hair making its way through the branches.
And if the person it belonged to took one more step or two up, they'd be face to face. No. I would get a pan and whack-a-mole. Yeah. Truly, I'd grab like a weight. Whack-a-mole. Just drop. Get out of my tree.
In wild but fortunate timing, my dad was just getting home, and the hall light and him asking what in the world his wife was doing sent the new mysterious creep shimmying right up into the tree away into the night. Unsettling as hell, but probably an isolated event, right?
yeah no no within the next week or two he or week or so he came back both of my parents were home this time and clearly didn't heed their previous experience guys because that window was open again i will note that this was during the time richard ramirez was just starting out his horrendous mayhem and uh sparking only potential serial killer buzz so i guess between that and the 80s of it all i'll give them a t
teeny bit of a pass I love that it's like he wasn't like sparking intense serial killer vibes just like there was light rumors just light serial killer if there's even a whisper of serial killer vibes I'm getting a full like purge style like press a button and I'm in like a metal box 100% I actually would like access to that anyways whenever I've seen that movie I'm like how do I get that I know
So, we're giving them a pass. Well, you are. You are.
I'm not.
We're not. Leaves rustled, branches crunched. That same dude was absolutely in the tree, and they were catching glimpses of his face along with that familiar hair. Oh, that gross face. My dad, who even, I know, honestly, even back in his heyday was not exactly a terror-inducing individual, brandished a vacuum.
A vacuum. Honestly, that might be good because it's so shocking. Shock value. You wouldn't think that.
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Chapter 7: What happens when a ghostly presence interferes with daily life?
Period. First. But first. First, I will gush, as have many before me, that you two are absolute unicorns. Thank you. Thank you. You got a unicorn. Oh. Is that? Thank you. Thank you. I don't know. It just came to me. I like that. Thank you.
Thank you.
I really appreciate the compassion and care you put into each story.
Thank you.
I feel that the victims are treated with respect and dignity and that your research is tight. And hell yeah. Dave. Dave. Thank you for being you, Elena. If I wasn't old as fuck, I would swear that you are my long lost sister because we think a lot alike. Anywho, keep doing what you awesome humans do. I have been listening for about three months and I'm already on episode 219. I'm obsessed.
If you choose to read my story, I've changed the names and I am providing a pseudonym for myself. What happened in the 80s stays in the 80s.
What's the thing that Debbie said the other day? A pen de plume. Oh, yeah. I love that.
A nom de plume. Nom de plume. I knew it wasn't like that. I like nom de plume. Nom de plume. The scene is 1982. I'm in college. The beginning. The beginning of a decade. I see. She knows where things lie in a decade. Don't worry about that. Numbers. The scene is 1982. I'm in college and want nothing more than to not have to live at home in my small ass watch the paint dry town during the summer.
Some friends were renting a house for the summer on the outskirts of our college town somewhere in central Illinois. And I was all in. Okay. We envisioned a summer of fun and mayhem. By living on the outskirts of town, we could be as loud as we wanted and not bother townie neighbors.
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Chapter 8: What lighthearted ghost story is shared at the salon?
Literally. I think I would become nocturnal. We did not sleep well and started closing the windows downstairs at least. Are upstairs windows also for dead people? Discuss.
Discuss.
I literally said this to my grandma the other day. I was like, people have ladders. And we just read a story about Richard Ramirez climbing up a tree to get to a second story. If they want you, they're going to get you. Yeah. The next weekend, everyone but me was going out of town. I was freaked. I invited all of my friends, especially my guy friends, to come stay at the house that weekend.
Until my friends arrived, I sat staring at the window and the door to the basement, expecting them to open at any time, with a knife-wielding maniac jumping out at me. I knew the basement did not figure into this story, but basements are creepy as fuck, so out of principle, I stared at that son of a bitch also. Honestly, valid. My friends finally arrived and we got through the weekend.
One problem with this situation is that one of my friends was so weird and probably on an acid trip that I was most likely more in danger from him than whatever else was out there. Damn. Needless to say, I made it through the weekend. Fast forward to about two weeks later. We were having a hectic morning jostling around each other as we each got ready for respective works and classes.
Maggie comes into the kitchen where the rest of us are. Maggie is all pissed off. Maggie ran a little grumpy anyway, so we just shrugged and continued what we were doing. She says, who did it? And we say, what? And she says, who ate my fucking tater tots? Ooh.
that's a crime now for more recent times i would have said napoleon dynamite did it and she would have thrown something at me in 1982 i said maggie no one ate your damn tater tots everyone shrugged and what life went on although totless for maggie which she continued to gripe about that's fair A few days later, Maggie was at it again. She said, where's my lasagna?
Again, she's met with blank looks from all of us. We're not above eating each other's food, but not this time. I began wondering if we had a ghost or a poltergeist. I have been a weirdo spooky bitch my entire life, so it was a logical explanation for me. It was logical to me. Me too. Once again, I was afraid of my own house.
A few days after the lasagna incident, some people came over who we sort of know.
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