This is exactly right. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder, the mini soad, we read you your stuff, we read you your email. That's right. And they're your stories. Yeah. Finally you get to say I go first.

Sure. OK. Hey, yo, the whole world is a shit show right now, so I figured you'd enjoy a bit of a palate cleanser. I swear to God, all of the emails I read this week, it feels like that's what everyone is doing, is every single one was either lighthearted or just kind of like science. It's very nice.

I think that's it's a good idea for people to just have have an escape. Maybe since we're not doing fucking array's lately, like for next week, everyone can send in lighthearted stories and we can just do a whole episode of lighthearted stories. Sure.

Next week and then, you know, we'll be lighthearted. Please donate money, Black Lives Matter. And also that had really huge, amazing marches in Brooklyn and in Los Angeles for black trans lives because the fucking government just passed a law that puts so many trans lives at risk. It's horrifying. Please read up if you don't know anything about it. It's really frightening. Medical people can deny care to trans people if they so choose. It's no longer illegal.

It's absolutely it's inhumane and disgusting and it has to change.

And it's beautiful because thousands and thousands of people showed up to show that it matters to them. So if you have any extra money right now donating to trans lives, support systems of all kinds, but especially black trans lives, the most high risk at really good idea, 100 percent. So then back into this email, hey, all the whole world is a shit show right now. So I figured you do enjoy a bit of a palate cleanser. Last April, twenty nineteen, an incredible story came out of the little town of Merbein, North Carolina.

Hope I'm hope I'm pronouncing right msba any.

Yeah, moving Baim moving, which is about five miles from where I grew up, an 11 year old boy was home alone in the middle of the day when he heard a knock at his front door. He went to answer the door. And while he was talking to the young man out front, an accomplice broke in through the back. Once the second man was inside the house, he grabbed a gun. That leaning against the kitchen wall parentheses. North Carolina, a true classic.

Everyone's just got a gun leaning against their kitchen wall. Yeah, it's just standard fare. And the man at the front door pushed his way inside. The robbers forced the young boy into an upstairs closet at gunpoint and began to ransack the house. The 11 year old, though, was not about to let his shit get taken. He creeped out of the closet and down the hall into his bedroom where he grabbed the machete he had hanging above his bed.

Why did an 11 year old have a machete? Not entirely sure, but he said he bought it with his allowance money. So good for him, I guess.

And anyway, this tiny 11 year old boy takes his machete and sneaks downstairs to see the burglars bent over his TV console trying to disconnect the gaming equipment.

This kid said, hell no and ran up to the robbers. Machete raised and hit one squarely in the back of the head.

Immediately, immediately, the second unhurt intruder bolted while the man who had been struck turned to fight the boy before realizing blood was pouring down his face. And he took off running to the boy, then called 911 one and an APB was sent out to all hospitals for a young man with a head wound. Sure enough, a few hours later he surfaced at a local satellite hospital and sheriffs were dispatched to guard his door until he was stable enough to be taken into custody.

Somehow, the man ended up walking out of the hospital in his hospital gown, head bandaged with a cup of water and made it to a town 20 miles away and hid out for a few days before his grandmother turned him in. This was big news in our little community. So local news stations flocked to the interview, the boy about his heroics. From this point forward, I would like all interviews to be with 11 year old boys because he sent a message to the robbers, quote, You shouldn't have done what you've done and you're better off to get a job than breaking into other people's houses.

Sexy, stay sexy and keep a machete over your bed. And never underestimate an 11 year old Elise.

Wow. That's some like the kid who was cutting down the telephone poles level of like. Yeah, but it was for a reason.

Yeah. No, it was positive. Yeah. This this this kid was just raising hell.

He was just like, well, oh my God. Yeah. You come into my home then I'm going to enact the machete law. Believe it. OK, this just starts high. So the other day I stumbled upon one of your older episodes where George said something along the lines of being terrified of being shot in traffic and. Well, that reminded me of a tragedy that happened in my town a year back. I live in a smallish city a few hours outside of Des Moines, Iowa, called Cedar Falls.

For the most part, we don't see a whole lot of crazy stuff out there, just us suburban dads, but their lawn mowers and little old ladies tending to their gardens.

But on April twenty eighth, twenty nineteen, a woman had picked up her boyfriend and a friend after work around 2:00, 3:00 a.m. They were driving home along a wooded area on the highway when a bullet struck through her window, passing through her neck and lodging in her boyfriend's mouth in the passenger seat.

Oh, my God. She was able to pull over.

And then it says, can you fucking imagine? But was announced dead at the scene. Her boyfriend ended up making it, but the police found literally nothing. No one came forward, no suspects, no idea what happened. I found an article where the police suspected it could have been a hunting accident. But who the fuck is hunting at two thirty in the morning? Mm hmm. It's unfortunately still unsolved today. You bet your ass I didn't drive that highway for a few months afterward, so.

Yeah, thanks for being really cool. Sorry in advance, Georgia, for solidifying any fears of being shot while driving. Stay sexy and don't fucking drive anywhere, Brianna.

Wow. Yeah. All right. Maybe it's weird. It seems like they should do something about gun laws in this country. But anyway, that's crazy. Karen, we got a we got a lot of other we got a lot of stuff to take care of. OK, now the subject line of this one is my grandpa almost killed someone, the fishing pond pervert. Good evening. This is my hometown, but this is not my story.

This is the story of the time my mom saw her dad almost kill a pervert. My parents grew up on the south side of Chicago, where nature is hard to come by. Besides, a few of the nastiest and most likely radioactive fishing ponds you've ever seen or smelled wanting to teach his young children some outdoor skills, my grandpa would take my mom and her brothers and sister to go fishing in the ponds when they were maybe five. Eight years old, they went almost every weekend, but but soon those innocent fishing trips turned dark when a mysterious old creep would reportedly find my eight year old mom and try to lure her into his car with promises of ice cream.

God, yeah. After a horrific incident where he revealed himself to my baby angel mother, she used her murdering instinct and told my grandpa about the pervert. My grandpa, angry and horrified, found the man by his car, grabbed him by the neck. I held him there for about two minutes and shouted, If you ever come around here again, I will fucking kill you.

Now, it may not seem that crazy of a punishment to whoever would do a gross thing to a child. But for my extremely old fashioned, devout Irish Catholic family, you know, this shit was real when grown ups dropped the notorious F word. Am I right, Karen? Yes, you're right. Anyway, the fishing pond pervert was sufficiently scared to death and was never seen there again. My grandpa is a calm and mild mannered man, but if you fuck with his kids, he will fucking kill you.

Thank you for helping me.

Through the absolute darkest and most lonely time of my life. I was suffering severe workplace sexual harassment when I found the podcast two years ago. Your bad ass girl attitudes and humor have inspired me to fuck politeness and get justice for my harassment, go to therapy and to kick off my comedy career. I hope you can cross paths someday. A Oh my God. Eh, that's incredible. Yeah. Wow. Yeah, well done. Well done. That Arsenis runs in your family it sounds like.

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OK, this is Grandma's near miss with a double murderer. Hi to my honorary big sisters. The world is ending. Donate to Black Lives Matter. That's how it starts. Then I says, my grandmother grew up in Springfield, Vermont. Springfield was the quintessential Vermont town where everyone knew everyone and cows outnumbered humans. My grandmother told me that as a as children, she and her sisters often slept on their front porch at night to avoid the summer heat.

This was really a testament to the trust in the neighborhood because there was no lock on the screen door of the porch. It was one such summer day in 1952 that two convicted murderers broke out of Windsor Prison fifteen miles north of Springfield. Their names were Donald IMAG and Francis Blair. They rammed a prison laundry truck into the gate surrounding the correctional facility and escaped on foot to Magg was in prison for a previous murder and Blair was his accomplice. They fled through the woods of Vermont to Springfield and emerged from the forest right next to my grandmother's home.

The two men entered the home of my grandmother's neighbors and family friends.

The weather ups, the mag and Blair beat Elizabeth. Sorry to Magg and I God to Mag and Blair beat Elizabeth Weatherup and her husband with a lead pipe while attempting to rob them. Elizabeth succumbed to her injuries and tragically passed away to Maggie and Blair were apprehended and sentenced to the electric chair. In February of nineteen fifty three, the two men became the last to ever be put to death in the state of Vermont. It kills me to think of what those men could have done to my grandmother and her family, and it serves as a reminder that life is fleeting.

Also a good reminder to put a fucking lock on your porch. Varya, thanks for everything, you Queen's Grace.

Wow, you just stumbled upon a little girl sleeping on the porch.

Yeah, yeah. That's crazy. That's that's so creepy. In 2012, a 72 year old man named Samuel Little was charged with three Los Angeles murders dating back to the 1980s.

So we finally got to where we were going. The crowd at Liverpool roar after only one appeal.

But since then, it's become clear he is the most prolific serial killer in the United States has ever seen, 93 victims, 19 states. Samuel Little has become infamous, but his victims, some of whom remain unidentified, are stuck in the shadows. It's time for that to change.

My experience in working with some of the victims families is that he was dead wrong. They were missed. They were very loved and their families were hurting.

The fall line presents a special limited series. The victims of Samuel Little will cover both solved and unsolved Southeastern cases and tell you how you can help the victims. Still waiting for justice, featuring rare interrogation tape, FBI interviews and in depth detail. This is a series you won't want to miss. Episodes begin on September 16th from Exactly Right Network. Find us on Stitcher Apple podcast or wherever you listen. The subject line of this is hello to George and George only, oh, family line, hello.

I just listen to episode two twenty two entitled That's How Water Works, and mentioned to my partner that there was a story about a 17 year old surviving a plane crash in the Peruvian jungle. Normally we have a deal. I don't tell him my murder stories and he doesn't tell me his spooky shit.

It works fine for us. That sounds like fun. Yeah, right. That's a good agreement. But I broke the rules because, one, it's not a murder. It's just a horrible plane crash. And two, I figured that even though he was only eight months old at the time of the crash, he's from Lima and he might have heard of the story.

Ladies, he tells me he does know that story. In fact, the priest slash principal of his all boys, Jesuit high school. Yikes. Was the brother of the pilot. But buckle up, because that's not all. The principal was also a friend of my partner's family and told my partner that after the search was called off, the pilot's family begged the Peruvian Air Force to continue searching and brought in a clairvoyant to convince them. The clairvoyant said that she knew where the plane was, gave them specific coordinates and that there were survivors.

The Air Force refused, saying that they had already searched that area and that the plane wasn't there after Julie-Anne was found. Parentheses, what about us? The Air Force went back in and found the remains of the cockpit exactly where the clairvoyant said it would be.

They also found the pilot's body.

He was still warm it. Mm hmm. So they said there's theories that some people in that crash died after the crash.

They didn't die immediately. I have full body strengthening.

Also, isn't it crazy that it's like you don't tell me your murder stories? Yeah, I don't tell you my ESV This has all totally has everything.

I love it. This has everything.

My partner said that the pilot's family was understandably haunted by the fact that if the search hadn't been called off or if the Air Force hadn't dismissed the clairvoyant, they might have gotten to the pilot in time. Apparently, it's well known in Peru that Julieanne story was kind of spun into a, quote, Christmas miracle to draw attention from the fact that would have been more survivors if the Peruvian Air Force hadn't called off the search so early. Stay sexy and follow the water.

Lydia and Miguel in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. Amazing.

Amazing, right? Wow.

Oh, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. How exciting. That must have been for real.

But also, it's like, yeah, I don't think it's that common that clairvoyants are brought in and then are proving to be exactly right with what they said.

Totally amazing. Totally. I want more clairvoyant stories. I want more like like weird coincidence.

See that couldn't have been a coincidence. Like, well you know, the one couple who you can who met and they looked at their photos from twenty years before and they were like taking the same photo in different places. It's I'm not explaining it right. Is that real.

There's one. Yeah, there's another one like you're like ah this would be the best version of the story real. And there's another one there. These couple married and they got these photos and it's she's like, this is my soccer team when I was little and he was like, that's my soccer team when I was little. And it's there in the photo, the soccer team together in the two towns.

Oh, yeah.

That's that's amazing to hear that. Yeah. Let's hear those are coincidences. We don't think so. OK, this one I help. Let's see. It's called I help someone who wasn't in a safe place. All our sexy ladies. Thank you. So I'm just going to jump right in. I worked for a security company from October twenty nineteen till February twenty twenty. I answered phone calls to set up new clients or answered questions about the company. It was around eight o'clock when I got a call from a guy and the first thing he said after I answered was, Yeah, I'd like to order a pizza.

And he sounded uneasy. So because all I do is watch true crime I sent in I am to three of my managers telling them I thought I was getting a call for help. Never been trained in this stuff. So I just asked him how many people and he answered three pepperoni. And by that time, one of my managers had rushed over to me. I was on the phone with nine one one. I was typing what he told me so my manager could tell the operator and luckily I could get a name and address.

I told him the police were on their way. He said thank you and hung up. I just sat with my manager waiting to make sure that we knew the police got there. And not more than an hour later, the police showed up at the office to talk to me. They let me know it was a twelve year old kid who was spending parent time with his mom, and she took him to a drug dealer's house and he had seen weapons on the table and didn't feel safe.

Luckily, the kid was OK and the mom was charged with child the. Act and a ton of drug charges. I quit two days later because I decided I wanted to work for CPS, Child Protective Services. Unfortunately, I needed some schooling for it. So once the covid-19 is over, I can start school and be able to help kids on purpose.

Thanks for being kick ass women and keeping me entertained at my new desk job. Stay sexy and always remember the pizza code.

Morgan Wow. Wow. Yeah, you guys are to order a pizza if you need secret help. Yeah. Oh my God. And 12 years old. That's crazy. I feel like all of mine were real bummers today. Actually, that story ends in a real note because she's actually or they're actually going to help more kids that might be in peril. That's really lovely. Very brave. Yeah. Thanks for doing that.

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And stay sexy and don't get murdered by Elvis.

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