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Tiny is not a real word. Transportable, is it transportable. OK, this is where we redo your stuff. Do you want to go first. Can share the subject line of the for this first one is the Kawi Tunnel disaster. Hey yo, I'm going to go to school in the Great Smoky Mountains at West Carolina University. There are hundreds of ghost stories due to our rich Appalachian history. But the Kawi Tunnel disaster is one of the most notable in our area and is shared often throughout our student body.

I was going to do this one. Really? And yeah, when we were in North Carolina, I think this was one of the stories that came up for the area. Yeah, it's rough.

In 1883, a group of prisoners set out on the Takasugi River to begin their day's work, which was often in grueling conditions. It's not mentioned here, but just for everyone's information, it's nineteen prisoners. All of them are black. It was common in this time to lay miles and miles of railroad track through the treacherous mountains of western North Carolina as punishment for their crimes. Thirty men stayed chained together day and night, working, eating and sleeping with shackles on their ankles.

On the morning of December 30th, icy slush had accumulated in the bottom of the men's boat that was used to get across the river to the work site. But the guards forced them forward anyway. However, everyone on board quickly began to panic as the slush melted and sloshed around, forcing the men to one side of the boat. Only ten feet from the riverbank, the boat capsized and the first man went overboard. But because they were shackled together, 19 men were pulled into the water one by one after the man who went for him, none stood a chance against the raging icy waters and nineteen men perished.

The Great Smoky Mountain Railroad now runs from Dillsburg, North Carolina, to Bryson City, North Carolina, and goes through the Cowey Tunnel, where the men had been laying down track. Tourists often take the train as a sightseeing trip when visiting the area. When going through the infamous Caughey tunnel, the conductor say, Ladies and gentlemen, there are nineteen prisoners buried on top of this tunnel.

And the moisture you see coming down the walls are the tears of those poor men, SS, DGM, and you bet your ass that tunnel is haunted as fuck Kendall. So I remembered this story and I just I went and read an article really quick to double check from what I remember. And because this detail, Kendall may not have known this. And so this is from the Smokey Mountain News. It's an article written by a writer named Garrett Woodward.

First of all, one of those inmates who died, one of the nineteen was a fifteen year old boy named Charles Esten, who had been sent to jail for stealing something very small. He was on a chain gang with like with grown men. So this is a portion of that article from the Smokey Mountain News. It said in a February nineteen sixty three article by the Asheville Citizen Times, well known silver writer John Parris spoke of the legendary heroics of convict Anderson Drake, who climbed out of the river only to dive back in and rescue prison guard fleet.

Foster said, quote, Drake helped foster up the steep bank, knelt a moment by the gasping guard and then stood up and turned to look back at the foaming river. There was no sign of the other nineteen convicts. They called Drake a hero. They said he would surely go free, but Drake didn't go free back in his quarters. Following the incident, Foster found his wallet and pistol missing, and upon ordering a search of the prison camp.

The wallet containing thirty dollars was found in Drake's belongings that night. Instead of thanking Drake and giving him a feast, the camp foreman ordered him into the yard, bared his back and gave a dose of cat of nine tails, a multi tailed whip. After the lashings, Paris reported that Drake was sentenced to 30 years hard labor and immediately put back to work on the Kawi Tunnel.

Wow.

And I question the idea that that guy who was drowning in a river I saved saved this guard, then robbed him of his wallet and gotten it makes no sense. Back to the prison, back into prison where he couldn't have spent it.

Right. It's it it's so basically it's like he did this thing and everyone thought, oh, yeah, he'll get freed, he'll be free. And instead he went in for 30 more years. I thought that was an important detail that we should add in, because that was when I was reading the. A story for one of the live shows. It was awful and it just it's just like that. And then it's like and then it's this haunted tunnel where people hear all kinds of horrible sounds and the walls drip with moisture all year long and all that kind of stuff.

I say, yeah, this one's called. My great grandfather's body was stolen from his grave.

Whoa. This dear Karen in Georgia, I love you guys. And your voices have accompanied me through many hours of various boring jobs, many car rides and many late night insomnia struggles there with you.

Thanks for. Yeah, thanks for everything you do. Anyway, let's jump in in October nineteen eighty nine, the body of a twenty two year old named Jeffers Kimbrell was found in a field in Columbia County, Florida. He was the victim of a stabbing. But here's the problem. This was the second time his body had been found. He had already been buried and someone had dug him up and left him in a field.

Oh, my God.

Then two months later, in December, nineteen eighty nine, a 20 year old named Stephen Morgan took his own life in the same north Florida county. Shortly after he was buried, it was discovered that his body was missing from his grave. Here's where I come in.

My great grandfather died of a heart attack in November 1989 and was buried in neighboring Union County. Several months later, the ground appeared to be caving in around his grave. So county officials obtain an order to exhume his body, you know, just to make sure everything was cool. It was not cool.

They soon discovered that his casket was empty and had been broken into and opened in exactly the same way as the two others in Columbia County had been. I found all of this out from an article that I found while doing some genealogy research. That's a fucking big surprise to get into, probably just kind of scrolling one night all by yourself.

I wasn't born and I wasn't born until nineteen ninety eight, so I never knew my great grandfather. And all my dad said about it when I asked him is that the body was never recovered and the whole thing was very upsetting. But here's here's the best part. The article that I read says that five men who were quote, fanatics of the fantasy game, Dungeons and Dragons had been arrested in nearby Lake City for body snatching.

No, as far as I can figure, that's where the trail stops both in the media and for my family.

But being able to say my great grandfather's body was stolen from his grave in north Florida, most likely by some guys. Playing Dandy makes me really fun to have at parties. Stay sexy and find Grandpa Max body. Ellie. Wow, OK.

That's crazy that it's guys that played Dungeons and Dragons, because most of the people that I know that are super into Dungeons and Dragons wooden are nothing like in the realm of that, you know, even slightly. That doesn't add up. I feel like there's more to this story. And I bet someone listening has like the other half of this story, please.

And so, please, if you've got the Dungeons and Dragons, half of that story, we want to hear it put five small alarm emojis up in the subject line and let us know for sure.

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Hello, friends. I've been bingeing the podcast since June. Just caught up. It is June.

Oh wow. June of last year. It's been a busy month, I think, for you. Yeah, really. You're both wonderful. And I love knowing that I'm not alone in my obsession with true crime. Quite the opposite. You're in. You're nowhere near alone. OK, enough of that. Let's do this. In the mid 1960s, my Uncle Bob was a paper boy and was out one summer afternoon collecting money from the people on his paper route.

He was jumped by some older boys who robbed him and when he put up a fight, they stabbed him several times. They took off and my uncle, who had been stabbed in the back and sides proceeded to walk this seven blocks to my great grandparents house. Oh, my God. Yeah. He stumbled up the front steps, knocked on the door, and my great grandmother answered. And upon seeing that he was dripping blood told him, walk around the back to the kitchen, I'll never get this carpet clean.

You bleed on it from the past. Why is the path so terrible? It's it was tough and people were fuckin tough. This poor man had walked several blocks in the summer heat, only to be told to walk a little more. My great grandparents were very old at this point and didn't drive anymore. So they called my grandfather to get Bob and drive him to the hospital. My grandfather got there, put Bob in the back seat and according to my father and uncle, Grandpa religiously followed all the rules of the road.

No speeding, no running traffic lights. They eventually got to the hospital where the doctors told my grandparents that Bob wasn't too far from bleeding out and they made it just in time. Thank God there wasn't one more red light or Bob would have been done for everything. Turned out OK. Bob made a full recovery. My favorite part of the story, though, is that my dad, who was several years younger than my uncle, was in the front seat while they were taking Bob to the hospital.

The family was supposed to leave for vacation the next day and that obviously wasn't going to happen. Now, my six or seven year old father turned to Bob in the back seat and started to cry and told his brother, who could have died. You ruined everything because they wouldn't be able to go on their trip. Dad and Bob were close once they grew up and died only a couple months apart in twenty six. They're missed. But this story and dozens of others keep them close, stay sexy, and for God's sake, if someone is bleeding out, don't worry about the damn carpet, Rachel.

That's all. That's just to prove how bad the past was and that siblings are just there's no there's no sympathy with siblings. The damage that siblings do to each other as children is should be studied. Perhaps it is.

You know, I have like one friend is an only child and like, I wish I had siblings all the time. And it's like you psychologically. I am fucked and I love them. And I'm still I love my sister.

I still want to see her every time I see her. She still owes me for therapy. 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. This is called Grandma Ghost, but still light hearted.

Hi, everyone, I love you all.

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I don't remember this, but my mom has told me the story many, many times. And this sounds like a story that I swear, like every mom probably has. When I was around four years old, I was swinging on a rickety swing set in our backyard while my mother watched me from the kitchen window. I was kicking my little legs and getting some air.

But at the top of the arc, I lean back too far and my hands slipped off the chains. My mother bolted from the kitchen and ran across the yard, expecting the worst. However, when she got near, she saw that I was just standing beside the swing unharmed. This happened in the spring and there was a mud puddle under the swing set. But I didn't have a drop of water or dirt on me. My mother frantically checked me over and asked me if I was hurt anywhere.

I'm OK. I said Loretta caught me. Loretta is the perfect ghost. Damn right it really is. Loretta is the name of my dad's mother who died of cancer when I was just six months old.

My mom said I was very calm and matter of fact about it and insisted it happen when she asked me again. Nothing like that ever happened again that I remember. So maybe she knew that I only needed her that one time, or she's been around this whole time, catching me more often than I know. Either way, it's really comforting to me.

Thank you for everything you do. Things can feel really dark these days in your podcast is always something I look forward to. Stay sexy and stay off. Swing's see Georgia. You said that you wanted psychic stories. I went to one while on vacation in Florida and he told me I'd meet someone in thirty days. Exactly thirty days later, back home in Canada, a guy in the bus asked for my number. We just celebrated two years.

No. Yes, that's a psychic.

Oh, I was in. That's not really a coincidence. That's more of it.

That psychic fateful. Yeah. Wow, that's amazing. I love that.

Who she is tapped into a different plane. Yeah. Something going on that may have been the work of Lorretta speaking through the psychic again showing up in. I love that so much but you can't find it.

Not bad ass Loretta in the fucking world for real. Let's bring that name back for people enough. So the Madisons and the McKenzies. Brooklyn, no more Brooklyn. Brooklyn, it's fine. It's been done. Yeah. You know, that made me think of two is one time I was with Nora across the street when she was two because she, she started walking when she was really little and she used to love to go to the playground that was that's nearby my sister's house.

And we were standing there and she was walking across this funny little kind of bridge. She was like showing me that she could walk across this bridge on the play structure. And as she went to walk, she picked her foot up really high and then just started falling backwards. But I had already gone to the other side of this bridge so that I would be there because I thought she'd be falling forward if any direction. Yeah.

And so she was falling backwards off of probably a five foot drop. And I moved from one side, the one side of that play structure over to where she was. I don't know how I did it, but I got over there and caught her by the head and then just tipped her back up. And then she just kept walking. Like for her, nothing happened.

Just like for her it was back on head. Yep. I just kind of like I caught her and then bounced her back up and then she just kept going in that toddler way where, like, it's all kind of random gravity and magic.

But I honestly, in terms of how many steps it took and how quickly I moved, which I rarely do, it was like, I don't know how I did it. And it's still like chills me to this day because it was all on me and that one moment and then somehow I got there in time. I raise I have a similar story with my nephew and he was two, but I didn't save him some dad who had bad instincts at the bottom of a big kid slide that I guess I didn't know is a big kid slide.

What do I fucking know from big and little kids? Slide sure catches my nephew one handed as he's like a flying off the slide and about. And everyone, all the parents turned and looked at me and I just went, I'm the aunt. I know I just fucked in the fuck. And I took off. That's right. You can never go back.

That that's so perfect. That's so it was just so close. It was so close. Well, you know, on the same on the same plane pattern. Yeah. Thank you. Of of these beautiful and inspiring stories. We've got this one, the drive by flasher light hearted. Hello guys gals and non binary.

Oh I love it. Well done.

So catchy. I moved to Cleveland to get my master's in school counseling in twenty seventeen but spent the first twenty two years of my life in St.. Louis, Missouri, which is filled with a lot of bummer crimes, to say the least. While searching for a light hearted story to send in, I found an article that was very similar to the shitty papers that I used to write in high school, which were filled with useless adjectives in order to set a minimum wage.

There have been. So yeah, we've all done it once in October 2012 and another time in January 2013. Thirty four year old Joseph Huff of St. Louis drove into a target parking lot, pulled up next to a woman, opened his car door, exposed himself and then sped away. While the story itself is kind of gross, it's the words used to describe her that made it so memorable. The article states, quote, Now the authorities believe they found this frequent flasher, this Shillong Shoman, pervy Peter presenter, double drive by Dick Dangler.

If that isn't quality journalism, I don't know what is the article continued with quote, In case you weren't sure how a female might react to a strange man pulling out his twig and berries in a parking lot, the probable cause statement contains the sentence, quote, Both female victims were alarmed by the defendant's conduct. And on the next line of the article, the reporter just wrote, Well, yes, I was eventually caught and charged with two misdemeanor counts of sexual misconduct.

And I hope that reporter got a Pulitzer Prize for journalism. I've been listening to the podcast since the beginning, and although my life has been pretty lonely in the last few years, I've never felt truly alone because I know I can always turn on my favorite murder and have it feel like I'm with my two best friends. Stay sexy and get a job where you can get paid to call someone a long shoman.

Sabrina, Sabrina. Great of like five levels to that. You know, it was what you would have done. It was a pervert, a hometown flasher. But also about it was great. It was. It was we had everything OK. This one is called Hey Buddy. Got a Light. Hello, Stephen.

Ray Morris and Associates.

Oh, Inflammatory and Flamm firing myself.

Thank you for trying to fire a good call, Stephen. Good call. This is a funny story that doesn't involve murder, at least as far as I know, but it does have a dead body. This was back in the 50s or 60s. My dad worked at G.E. in Philadelphia when he got to work one Monday morning, a co-worker came in with his leg in a cast. Of course, my dad being a concerned co-worker or more likely being nosy.

My dad asked him what happened. He told my dad that his son, who was an undertaker, asked him to help him transport a body it involved driving overnight to western Pennsylvania. The son drove first while his dad slept. At one point, the son pulled over to pick up a hitchhiker because stuff like this was totally normal back then, pre stranger danger, especially while driving through rural Pennsylvania in the middle of the night. And then it says April.

There was no room up front, but the son told the hitchhiker he could sit in the back with the casket. Later, the dad woke up to drive while his son slept. And then it says, you may see where this is going because the son failed to mention all caps, that there was a hitchhiker in the back. And then it says, your dad spent all that money and effort to raise you and this is how you repay him. Dad is driving.

Everything is going normally, considering it's probably three a.m. and they haven't seen another car in a hundred miles until suddenly Dad gets a tap on the shoulder from the back of the car. Hey, buddy, got a light. You can guess the rest.

He drove into a ditch and hence the broken leg.

Oh, how amazing is that? I love your podcast.

I've always loved true crime and crime fiction. Even before it was cool and my murdering daughter introduced me to you all. Oh, stay sexy and make sure to let others know when there's a live person sitting in the back up with a corpse so that they don't freak out and think a dead person is asking for a light. Susan of North Carolina, Susan, Susan and Susan, your daughter.

Oh, gee, Motorino. That's right.

Nice. That's amazing. Yeah. Wow. Nice. Nice batch. Yeah, guys, good job. Really good job. Please send your stories to my favorite murder at Gmail or you can do it on the website. My favorite murder dot com. You can do it in the fan cult. There's a whole fan forum where people share their stories with each other. Just fucking send us anything at this point. Right. Do it.

We're into all of it. You know, a good story when you hear one. That's right. Just let us know. That's right.

Can you do that in time.

Beat that beat that batch is what we always say. And in the meantime, stay sexy and don't get murdered by Elvis.

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