Campfire Stories with Daisy Odelberg

Warning, Kind of Murdery contains adult themes, explicit language, and descriptions of violence. It is not suitable for anyone, and we recommend you stop listening. Now. True crime with the dash of the paranormal, the garish, the strange in the darkly comic. I'm Zeven Odelberg, host of kind of Murdery, a podcast that's about more than just murder. It's my very own pocket dimension, home to a curated collection of bizarre and compelling stories, the unsolved, the unsettling, and the unbelievable. I cover it all just so long as it's kind of murdery. Hey, everybody, thank you for being here. Like it says in the intro, I am Zeven Odelberg, and this is kind of Murdery. Got a very special episode of kind of Murdery today. I am here with my daughter Daisy. Hey, Daisy, how you doing? Oh? What is upwards? Y'all? It's your boy, Daisy. I'm pretty good. So yeah, so so, Daisy and her mom just got back from scout camp in Lake Arrowhead and H and Margarita came home with COVID, so she is sequestering right now. Daisy and I are masked up and decided to do a podcast together. Is that why you said you're good? Sort of because like everybody seems depth covid Sure, yeah, yep. So I decided that in honor of in the theme of Daisy having just gone to camp for a week, that today we would tell kind of murdering campfire stories. And additionally, Daisy was my researcher for this episode. She picked the stories and you found them on Reddit? Is that right? Yes? Nice Reddit credits help on. So Daisy, before we jump into the camp stories, the kind of murdery camp stories, how was camp? What did you do with camp? Oh? Camp was great? Man? I got all five Mirritor badges that I was trying to get. I got first aid welding, basketry sculpture and Reptown and Phibian study. Wow, that is pretty badass. Nice job welding. I saw that video of you welding. You had the welding mask and everything. You look like a Darth Vader. Basically, how was that? Was it fun? Was it exciting? How'd you feel about it? Fun? It just took a while to get to and it wasn't very you would have wanted it to be harder. It didn't feel like so No, we just didn't do a lot of welding. We just did like small bits of welding. But did it feel like dangerous? Did it feel exciting in that way? Yeah? I did? All right. I gotta learn how to ask questions because you're not supposed to ask like yes or no questions because the people just say yes or no. I'm supposed to be like, how did it feel? And how did that make you feel? The way the welding I mean, oh yeah, basketry was the best. Man, Why was basketry the best? Because I made baskets. It was like fun. And also Reptile and Amphibian study was great because after we did like maybe twenty minutes of just like observing random reptiles. That noise you hear in the background, is my bearded dragon lord beard a miss like freaking out against the window for no good reason. All right, bro, get out of here. We're recording a podcast. So you were saying about basket weaving, Reptile and amphibian study. After we did like maybe twenty minutes of just like learning about random reptile reptiles and amphibians, we listened to like twenty minutes of random frogs croaking, which was amazing and totally educational. So what's the difference in your mind between a random frog and like a specific, I don't know, celebrity frog, Like what what what made the frogs? M? Well, I mean that they were just a bunch of frogs. Didn't feel very important. But so it wasn't like Kermit the frog in other words, because besides Kermit, as far as I know, all the other frogs are just a bunch of frogs, you know what I mean? So all right, let's move on to our campfire stories we have. You know, we have four short stories today. They are called and well, I should say I titled these, but they were from Reddit. So this one had no title. It was from a user name soon to be Stardust, and I called it Jack the finger Ripper. Yeah, you're gonna do it, You're doing it? Oh okay, all right, So the first story I have up today, it was it's from Reddit from a user named my ac is going crazy and driving me crazy. Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo. All right, So our first story today, it's from Reddit from a user about three years ago, I guess named Shadow one two five. I titled it the scariest thing I ever heard when I was seven years old. So here we go. Let's check this out. I did. I put the titles on. There were no titles on any of them. So it's from Reddit, from a user named Shadow one two five about three years ago. The story had no title, so I stuck a title on it, and I called it the scariest thing I ever heard when I was seven, told from a first person perspective. So here we go. Just picture me as seven years old, as a distraught young boy, which I certainly was distraught and young when I was young and distraught. Great turmoil, just hearing the scary camp stories. Man, Please join Daisy and me as we uncover what truths we can and solve what mysteries we may kind of murderies. Campfire Stories with Daisy starts now. Our first story is from a Reddit user named soon to be star Dust, and it is called We named it Jack the finger Ripper. It used to be finger Job can Jack the Ripper, but we decided that didn't sound right. We just didn't use it, you know, Yeah, it didn't have as much of a ring to it. So, so anyways, like a ring on the finger type of ring or yeah, okay, so there was a body of a fairly large person once found in the woods. They were quickly killed and there was nothing extremely off about the scene except he had half of this pointer, ring and pinky finger all missing from his left hand. That's crazy. No one could find the missing fingers and they never found any clue. A few weeks later, another body was found, another man who was a bit smaller than the previous guy, same situation, quickly killed and three fingers missing, all from the left hand, and still no clues. A few more weeks went by, and this time it was a woman who was found. A woman, now cheese smaller than the second guy, found, same fingers missing from the same hand. This went on for a while, with the victims getting smaller and smaller, until it was kids bodies being found. Dude, this is horrible. This is the story you chose. She's now they're murdering children are continued. It's so relatable, though, I know right when you said, I know, right? Okay. One teenager's body, though, only had the ring, finger and pinky removed. The police found a fingerprint at this crime scene, and they found it mapped the prints from a theft record from the previous victim. The guy telling the story then told the kids that the killer was searching to replace his fingers, and so far he had yet to see if the fingers of children their age would fit. He then took off his glove show and he had a scarred pointer finger and was missing half his ring and pinky thing. No, so the guy telling this story like, is the killer right now? And you're a kid around the campfire being like Holly moldy, and then lunched at the kids while screaming. He later told the kids he lost the two in a work accident and doctors were able to save his very mangled pointer finger. He told this story every year at came. Oh my god, that would freak me out so bad, like in the firelight when he rips off the glove and he's just like this, good, all right, good one, honey, good one. That was Jack the finger Ripper from Reddit users soon to be Stardust. No, man, I need more sparkling water. Okay, noise, nothing like a little sparkling wad break in the middle of the podcast uppy Yeah, oh oh man. That was good Man. So all right, So our next story is from a Reddit user named birds with Teeth, and it's called the Golden Arm, or, as the reddit user puts it, at least the version my mom tells. So, can you chill out on the drinking while I'm reading the story? Please you hear it? The microphone hears it like everything it is. But it would be way funnier if it was a bit go ahead, drink the drink. I guess just slurp it onto. I guess I could just like say that stuff on. We can just leave it in. Just yeah, just take your pickled slurps. Okay, all right, here we go the Golden Arm, or at least the version my mom tells. Do we have birds now? Like, seriously, we have been contending with so many sounds trying to make this podcast. We have a creaky ac, we have airplanes flying overhead. I've got a water fowl that doesn't have enough water in it. I had my lizard freaking out scrabbling against the window. And now there's like pretty he's using hand movements on a no video podcast. It's just how it's pointing places. It's ridiculous. I'm a quarter Italian. If you tie our hands behind our back, we can't talk. But anyway, and now, after dealing with all those obnoxious sounds, we also said, well, we have a beautiful little bluebird like cheaping in the window. Do you hear that cheaping sound? She probably don't. You're being weird right now, move on screen, they definitely do. I should close that with all right, fine, it's it's it's peaceful the man with the golden arm and not the man. Yeah, that's not okay, backwards the golden arm. A fellow is looking to be married to one of the rich merchant's daughters to gain the fortune that would come to her. Unfortunately, the merchant had an unmarried daughter still riginately Oh right, start over, you said, come all right. So this guy is looking to get married to a rich merchant's daughter because he wants to gain the fortune that he would get as a dowry or from being married to the daughter. So fortunately for him, the merchant had an unmarried daughter still still had a daughter who hadn't been married, So there was an opportunity here for the fellow. So the fellow begins to court the daughter. The first thing he noticed is is that she had a solid gold right arm. She apparently lost her arm in a childhood accident, and her father had the golden arm forged for her. Seeing this as a sign of the extreme wealth that the father had, the man continued courting the woman, making her believe he truly loved her and wasn't just in it for her father's money. In turn, she fell deeply in love with him. They get married. The fellow's given his riches along with part of the merchant business that his father in law owned, and he's getting richer and richer. However, he soon realizes that his wife is now of no real use, so he ignored her jeez yeah, gave her gifts and had dinner with her, but the love he said he had felt had disappeared. Skill is you angry and heartbroken? The daughter accused him of marrying her for her money, at which he states boldly, of course, He's like, well, duh, honey. So the daughter was furious, screaming about her She was going to go tell her father what a scoundrel he truly was, and there richards would be stripped away from them, along with his job. This angered the fellow, after all, he worked so hard to get here, by which he means he married the girl, so he wasn't going to let her take it away. So he pushes her down the cellar stairs and let her snap her neck on the stone. Damn, she died. What a skill is you? Damn, he plead, heartbroken to the grief stricken father losing his most favorite daughter. The fellow's riches intact, it's like it's like free association poetry slash terrifying story. The fellow in the family hold a funeral for the daughter, and they weep and they cry. When the man was alone with only himself and his dead wife, he opened the casket and pulled out a saw, for he did not need her golden arm in the grave. Yeah, that is ice, cold, cold blood due. Would you not LOLd? That's like her biggest hardly? Well, you co start with, would I not? First of all, I would not marry for money. Secondly, I would not marry someone I didn't love, and thirdly I wouldn't murder them to keep my job. But then fourthly, yes, I'd probably take the golden arm exactly all right, all right, So for she did not need her golden arm in the grave. That night he slept with the arm under his pillow, not wanting even the servants to see it before he melts it into gold bars. He slept soundly until a voice like the wind asks where's my golden or? Slow and far away, the voice echoed through the sleepy house, so quiet he thought it was just a draft, until the voice came again, closer and louder, this time, as if just down the hall, where's my colden where's Mike cold? Nor? That's so fun? Sitting up? The fellow looked around fearfully, too scared to do anything, as he hears again, much closer this time, where's my golden arm? He felt a heat on his back and a movement from under his pillow, but he was too scared to look away from the door as he hears again, just outside the frame the whale of Where's where's my golden arm? It felt like hell of fire on his back as he felt the hot metal, and the hand on his back neck seemingly crawling on its own as he watches the door knob turn. You want me to say? Okay? The maid found his body that morning, face frozen in horror and hair a bright white, hands still clutching the sheets around his body. But the strangest thing was that his dead wife's golden arm was on his chest, hand wrapped tightly around his throat. All right, This next one is called the Scariest thing I Ever heard. When I was seven from Reddy Users Shadow one two five. I remember one that my Cub Scouts leader told us on a camp out when I was probably seven. It took place during pioneer times. A man and his wife traveled west in hopes of either striking it rich with gold or a worse, finding a nice plot of land to settle down on a farm, you know, manifest destiny and whatnot. A few months into their journey, they come across just the spot, a beautiful plot of land to make their new home. Winter would be coming in a couple of months, so they built a hasty shack, and they figured a hunker hunker down there, hunker hunk hunker down there for the winter, and build a more established home in a few months when the weather is more permitting. They don't worry is the area is teeming with wildlife for hunting and trapping, so they figured they'll be set for food. A couple of months go by and the winter is bitter cold and unrelenting. They finished off the last of their food stash bruh, you girl, and they haven't seen so much as a squirrel in weeks. They're both slowly starving and freezing to death as they huddle in their shock day after day with no end. The man's wife is delirious with hunger. Fearing that they will soon be dead, he decides to go for a hunt. He musters the energy to bundle up and heads out, determined to stay out as long as it takes to find them both to flu He waits until they're they're all out of food and delirious with hunger before he starts hunting. This is not the guy you want to be homesteading with in the wilderness and winter. Just just saying. A couple of days passes, the man takes shelter under impromptu stick shelters, keeping warm with a camp fire in the nighttime and hunting in the daytime. Nearly frozen to death. Mercifully, the man spots a beautifully plump rabbit several yards away. He takes aim with his musket and bang, it's a perfect shot. With a newfound energy, the man runs home giddy to finally feast with his wife. When he doesn't know is that well? He was gone. His wife had discovered some tasty flesh of her own. Literally, the hunger had driven her insane, causing her to believe that her now frostbit and finger tips were lady finger cookies. What. She started off with a few nibbles here and there, slowly pulling the flesh away from her bones. After just a couple of hours, both hands were nothing but bone. This is so relatable. It's like it's giving me chills, eating your own hand, flesh of her arms to the elbow. The feeling of something in her stomach just continued to drive her further until she had chewed away and every last bit of skin she could reach, culminating in her in her chewing of her own lips. She chewed her own lips off. What? All right? The husband approaches the shack with his now frozen dead rabbit. So so Daisy's eating her shoulder over here? All right? All right? Can let's let's let's move on. Okay, Sorry, people can't tell what it's supposed to be as a sound in the could say that and they sure move on. Okay, Sorry, all right, The husband approaches the shack with his now frozen dead rabbit when he gets an uneasy feeling during the worst He steps up to the door and slowly opens it, expecting to see his wife's corpse shriveled on the floor, but instead, what he finds is even worse, the zombie like creature with exposed teeth and bones rioting on the floor at the side of him, chomping its jaws with insatiable hunger. Ah. Hell. At that point, one of the scouts screeched for the leader to stop, which I was extremely thankful for, as it was easily the most terrifying thing I had ever heard of the age of seven. The scout leader told it with real conviction too. Honestly, still gives me the creeps if I go camping and happen to think about it sitting around a fire, hungry zombie wife. Damn, that was just crazy nice. All right, Now, we got a joke for you guys. It's like kind of a joke, but it's also kind of kind of a creepy story, and it's also really just kinder murder. Yeah, it is, you know, kind of creepy kind of a joke. That's really really kind of murdered. That's right. There was a brit who was driving through Ireland as the weather got progressively worse and day soon turned tonight. He suddenly realized that he was on the wrong road, but there was nowhere to turn around, so he pressed on, barely able to see the road through the rain. You know what, you pressed on your fingernails. He's nuts, he dang without warning. His car just died. No battery, no engine. He assumed water must have shorted something and he'd best start walking. He was soaking wet in a hundred yards, but he continued walking. An hour later, Wait, just a moment, like he left his car behind? Girl, Are you stoopid? Yeah, this guy's very stupid. Just keep listening to the storing him. An hour later, he heard a noise behind him and turned to see a car coming very slowly up the road behind him. Its light's very dim. As it reaches him, he reaches out through the torrential rain and opens the back door and jumps in. Shocked. He is the only person in the car. What the hell is There's no one driving and no other passengers. He freezes with fear as the car slowly continues up the road through the pouring rain. Before long, a village comes into view, and the car creeps silently and slowly into the village. The Brit spies a pub, so he jumps out and runs inside, not looking back. Panting with horror. He orders a beer and sits down. A minute later, two soaking wet irishman come into the pub. The taller one points at the Brit and says, that's him, Patty. I'm not doing it. That's him, Patty. That's the bastard I saw jump out of the car we were pushing. Would two three? That's him, Patty. That's the bastard I saw jump out of the car we were pushing. That's him, Patty. That's the bastard. Yeah, you're doing great. Do it again, Just do it again. That's it. Okay, okay, Oh my god, Well this has been Campfire Stories with Daisy and Zevin. Oh yeah, oh yes, it has been. This was this was the best day of your life, y'all. I know it was until you just shattered their scream Mom, Okay, let's stop stop, Let's not do that. I'm gonna kill my mom and I can't leave that. I know but I know problem like what TikTok, right, girl, You're not even supposed to be on TikTok till you're thirteen. Oh my, that not just legally like brain development wise. Anyway, Mostly a lot of old people listen to my show. They won't they won't have any idea what that that it's funny because it's from TikTok. I'm leaving all this on on in the show. By the way, all right for Daisy Odelberg, I'm Zeven Odelberg. And this has been I need to change my clothes it's too and this room and this has been I need perfect