Murder, isn't cute murder, isn't a meme. It's not something funny to chat about with the Girls over a glass of wine just to be edgy. It sure is is in a lifetime. Movie. Murder is pure violence of the most extreme form, It's removing a human life from this planet by force about a year ago. I few fellow podcasters set out to describe exactly what this act entails to fill in the blanks. So to speak, of dialogue or thought, but to keep all of the factual details of the story in place. We would pick the most x name of the extreme heinous murders that make your stomach turn and the narrative, nature of the show.

We wouldn't be limited to the states. The entire thing would an international tour of real life horror we called it. Monstro spanish word for monster, which is actually with the protagonists of these stories are. Many of you weren't ready. We get that The show isn't for everyone. That's for sure, but myself Luna from Dark Topic and Tyler Bell from Westside fairy tales. Think it's some of the best and most original work we've ever done. May possibly ever do so today, They were announcing the launch of season two and you're about to hear part one of the very first episode if you want to hear the rest, including all the nine stories of season, one and all of the rest of the nine stories of season. Two then head on over to a podcasts or your preferred podcast player

for Monstro Podcast, that's monster are you thanks and We recommend you finish eating your breakfast or lunch before listening enjoy What you're about to hear is based on actual events, listener discretion is advised It's hanging right there in front of them catching the light like a dirty shower curtain. What little sun hits it from the room beyond stains the thing: a brownish, yellow color that reminds the detective

callous is on the soles of his feet, beat that are itching now, as he takes the rest of the thing in its own feet, dangling empty and slightly wrinkled above the linoleum, the victims, skin peeled from the meat of his body and hung in the doorway from its mouth the distended lips, yanked open in a silent, endless scream,

and Shorty looks over the top of his cruiser at the crowd of people gathering in the street outside the house. The crowd has grown so

since the first units arrived and shows. No signs of slowing most of the onlookers already seem to have a better idea. What's going on inside the residence than he does they keep asking of Cath. Finally, did him well? Did she it's not something you can write the answer. He arrived just before the detectives a few minutes ago and was charged with sitting outside in Manning the crowd. None of the local seem much concerned about causing a ruckus, though a few of them have snuck up to him in the other officer at the berryer whisper about how they might want to keep an eye out for the night There's those things can start trouble. They suggest mostly he's been standing with the style of his and chase the odd onlooker away from the car hit in around the side of the house. The move so an agreeably, wiping sweat after four ads and making comments about somebody named pricey, but Jordy supposes owns the home An old man steps out of the crowd. Having only

just wondered up the street. He waves at Geordie who size and turns that cut finally do 'em. He asks and Jordy has to get him to clarify the man nods, his head toward the house. His breath is fitted with the stench of alcohol cat. Chat finally kill pricey. He searches, geordies face for any sign of acknowledgment, find something there and then spits and shakes his head ah bucket shame that price. He wasn't alright sort hell of a bloke, damn fucking. Shame sir. If he's got any information about the crime, you need to share that with the police. Jordy says: fainting some semblance of authority as much as he could muster anyway. The old guy waves a hand at him and turns to leave boy Kelly. You sticking around the old guy, asked what are young hookers, the man says he is, and the old guy slaps him on the back adding a pill for drink. You come fill me in later. There's a shot that for ya

laughs and nods, and the old guy says hello to a few others before disappearing up the street heading towns on the other bar having maybe been kicked out of the on one already a rookie one of the detectives calls from the front door of the Jordy knowledge is the man in jogs up to him that detects faces drawn and pale is breathing in the outside air. Like a man just escape from a gas chamber, Jory looks past him into the house for just a second, it's dark inside there's a terrible smell leaking out the door in the hot summer. Air is the kind of stench you could feel collecting in your pores bring your cuffs. The detective says: meet with Detective Murdoch in the bedroom. Back there the well. She still in the house, so there going to be a manhunt hunt asks the detector using with square look and then loses the color of his shirt, pulling his necktie open to let in there despite the March heat. No man is already done, you can say,

detective mutters to himself his eyes wander over the crowd, and then he hisses at Jordy, pointing at the rookie shoes. Don't move Jordy freezes it looks down at a lump of old barbecue laying on the grass. It looks back at the detective question apparent in his eyes, but the detective looks past him and waves to the other officer in the yard, jugs over you get inside an assistive tech to Murdoch. He says to Jordy pushing a shoulder to get them going. Here's the other officer, speaking with the detective as he enters the house, there's supposed to be a dog around here somewhere it comes up trying to eat that they're on the ground. You stop it kick it if you have to, but don't touch that meet and don't let anybody else touch it Jordy passes beyond where you can hear

detectors voice. The interior of the house smells awful deep coppery sent, he knows to be blood and something else things cooking things stewing the smell of steamed vegetables and something else, something deep and rod or all the rest. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There is blood when he turns on his flashlight, literally buckets of it flicked onto the walls and poured and scraped over the floor and patterns that ballygar his brain when he tries to make sense of them. He puts us back to it torn looking curtain that separates the hall from the kitchen and tries to avoid stepping in anything It calls to Detective Murdoch barks a gruff back here. That Jordy follows all the way to the bedroom. There is more blood and then less just splatters and specs that seem to cover everything in equal portions.

Flashlight falls into shape by one in the living rooms, easy chairs, it's a manicure. He thinks looking closer at it. It's sitting just in front of the chair on the floor. There's a soda bottle under its hand. It has no head detective Murdoch, calls the Geordie again breaking's attention on the odd thing in the living room, the mannequin, a mannequin, it has to be Jordy shakes his head and walks into the bedroom where the blood spatters continue to pepper the walls and ceiling. They're touch sparser here he thinks this is where it started. There is a woman sitting on the bed and the rank chaos of this home. She is a clean and almost radiant thing her there's a mad coppery fringe around the face slack with exhaustion, she's middle aged and those may have been pretty once time is taken that bobble and tarnished it beyond repair.

There are glasses over her eyes and her eyes are black. They find Jordy and he looks away despite himself. You're going to lock up with Officer Jordan. Here Detective Murdoch says to the woman. She stands, interns offering Jordy her wrists and old. Pro Jordy puts on the cuffs without a struggle. It gets a good look at Murdoch's face in the interim. The old detective is looking at the woman with a mix of disgust and undisguised interest like a ship covered, Rubik's, cube, two turns away from being solved a puzzle. That's close to completion, but too disgusting to touch Murdoch dismisses

and they walked down the hall, the woman Catherine Night, the Cath Localism, in asking after let some leader down the hall, they skirt the blood stains and she doesn't offer up a lick of resistance until just before they reached the front door. Jordy realizes, then that she's fairly large for a woman before he can tell her to keep moving. She speaks in a whisper that unnerves a young cock. That's what you fucking get pricey fuckin' rapist it shout Fucker Jordy blinks, and follows her gaze to the tattered tarp hanging between the kitchen and the living room hallway. Now the light from outside is falling perfectly on it,

let's see what he couldn't earlier, the tarp is made of human skin, peeled perfectly from the meat of what he perceived to be a mannequin in the room beyond his eyes, move up the thing from where the flesh that once covered the toes hang gently, curling just above the floor, a man's cock and balls dangle limply from the crotch of the pelt, which is faintly translucent, tended yellow by the scant sunlight it hangs from its mouth by hook pan and into the beam overtop the door, the Mti Holes and RON Wyden stare in horror at Catherine, who is already pulling the shell shocked young policeman at the front door of the house, gently chuckling. Under her breath, the cracked and gaping mouth of the human pelt seems to call out for a drink something its former owner, a man known to his friends as pricey,

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Slash, sword, all right price I tell you about cast me killer, Lance waving from bartender, who brings down two, fresh beers and a bottle of whiskey, he uses to refill the little shot glass by Kelletts elbow prices. It's right of Kellett, he's tired eyes, constantly roaming, two and from the door there are. Two bars in town the one and the downhill one. It's not hard to find and drinking man in Aberdeen he worried about it. I'm going to get you here a kill and asks with a chuckle swirling around the whiskey and then taking it in a shot, his eye is narrow, and he looks for a moment older than he is, though, he's no longer young man. None of them are that no Cath,

He looks at the door himself and then raises hand for another drink before starting on the beer, there's a lot to tell you about with Catherine me. Way back. You know men at the but we are and all that back in wow Seven thousand two hundred and seventy three is like she was just about. Seventy fresh and work at the butchers like I was dropped out, Oh no, that She wanted to follow after her dad can but you never met him. I guess weird relationship that a lot of what I heard is rumor, even though we were together all them years and all that bad. She He did all sorts of things to her. You know So I would never do that children, those sorts of things and then she always wanted her life as an adult amir, her mom and dad's. Everything was

barber this, can that when we married she directed me to hang the laundry while she, the finances, because that Marvin candidate, the this thing was out of place off plan. She pop off, like fireworks, Bang Mental back then I was wildcard myself. We met There at the abattoir, like I said, which she and this is a job because that's what dad did she won? the piece of the carcasses boner, but That's a high level job in that line of work, so she had a starting decapitations. She enjoys the hell. Out of that, I will lie. That's probably what brought us together at First Iowa. On the killing floor before she got that job bolting head got a kick out of it to watching FAT fox

squeal and squirms shift all over the place she did to fuc she come and watch even when she was on break yes, Ernie lunches watches to do pigs anyway. I got fired from that job for groans, open the box office inconvenience that by soldier on own son, I it on me gas going together full time around then, and we may something of a name for ourselves in the community. Who is bigger than me by a bit. I'm not ashamed to say she swatted me around something fierce, but Of course you know all about that by now. That said, she was also bigger than the other mules around town and we get into scuffs in this bar. That party stardom and she finished

coming hard and fast and swat people right in the back of the head. She would a lot of fun yeah going around with her, which it rains not moves in the Bush, I get in all sorts of trouble with the law, which commemorate by putting the stories in the paper and this, scrapbook all perfect. You know she that promotion of boner and they gave her a set of baked fuq off. Butch is nice to go to the job with fucking those knives more than did to me. They're, always sort of around you know she sharpest in the fuckers over the bed. Gave some sort of lying about how she might need him if somebody broke in whatever she still hanging like that yeah I thought. So I keep you here all night telling you stories about Cath on your tab

but here's one that'll kinda. You to where I think you're going with all this one night with drunk topen in, looking for some fun and we end up in this pharmacy padlock with a chain. I kill this. Because why not and that's the end of that right, but you we should see calf, while I'm doing it eyes are all big, she's got her hands clenched into fists and pushed against yourself. You know down there like a kid, the p hi, I think, she's me 'cause. I've seen like that for on the killing floor go eyes watching the pigs get done, but I fuckin' wrong, because I feel and she pulls a fuckin' knife out of God knows where it is get in the fucking thing, and it's a big. Boss, stereo, you know It takes a long. You are fucking time, so I

call ramekins sicker standing there and she just sorta growls at me about this pelt howitzer one time we've been having it. She wants to remember it so she's going to that skin and keep it hanging on the wall or some I'm sure, you've seen the walls anyplace she's allowed to decorate real and Well, she tried to kill me a couple times that we never took, and I'm sure you've some of the other guys to you know how it goes with Kathy At the end, I woke up with on top of me in bed. One night she. Had my arms pinned down in one of those bigger, hives to my throat how easy would be to kill me joking, like but her eyes were black again never seen a person's eyes get, and that was pretty much the end of us she's

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that night pricey dreams of clanking machinery in the steady rumble of rubber conveyor belts of the smell of blood in the have muddled bones things dying in a slaughterhouse. He is sitting in the stuffed arm. Chairing Catherines apartment. However, the one he doesn't like to visit all around him are heads and pelts and obscured twisted bits of metal. He knows her old game traps, collectables, never used he tries to stand, but can't his arms and legs are bound together in chains that crisscross over his shoulders and intertwined through steam steel, ringlets, click softly as he struggles the chairs, comfortable. Otherwise, ahead of him, Athens bedroom. You first saw the inside of that place years ago now, taking her home from of the bars in town and see I'm self her indelibly do the furniture isn't correct the bed being set just in front of the door so that he's looking directly at it? Normally, it would be against.

All, but he could understand now why it's arranged like this. It isn't the bed but the knives hanging over it. That he's meant to see Catherine's. The one she was given more than twenty years ago, when she moved up to the position of boner. At the abattoir, an assortment of tools she used to strip down carcasses to their most basic parts, pulling the bones from the muscles and reading the meat for the lighter butchery down the line she kept them above her bed ever since he known her, I kept them sharp shining so that they look brand new old knives well use knives Aren't like new knives. You can tell how old air up close the shine is from freshness but from care. The glitter comes from thousands of nicks and scratches along the blade and half all polished, smooth and sharp. He feels somebody put a hand on the back of the chair and it slides forward gently.

Just a bit is restraints allowing him just enough movement to see a set of tracks on the floor like for a railcar in a mine, the hand hesitates for just a second and it gives them a firm push, air rolls. You can hear the steady rumble of the old casters in the wheels for a second. He thinks he'll roll right into the bedroom, but the chair, six forward ninety degrees and flies down the shoot into the. Lots of some red HAL, Seven sound of the slaughterhouse becomes louder. Overbearing the chair continues along its track, but he does not. Instead, he falls directly at the ground chains, budding into his shoulders and leaving him dangling with his head over a white plastic bucket. The bucket is square on the side, with a big hole in leading into a drain prices screams for someone to help it. But there is nobody all they can see in this dark space. So the dull red some industrial exit signs in the hundreds of

he's hanging along side. The twist and squirm leaking into squares white buckets like the one beneath he tries rocking and swinging, but none of it helps he's trapped stuck nobody's coming, but that's not right. Is it There is somebody on their way to him. He can hear the woman thump of a double hinged door, flipping back and forth as somebody steps through it. He thinks to call out, but that's not a good idea. He knows the lights flicker on and pricey screens. When he sees what's been hanging around him in the dark, the bodies dangling from hooks, all of them in different states. The butchery summer. Little more than skeletons, some of it Disemboweled and left with gaping cavities, where their organs once were, but all of them have one thing in common, they're all wearing prices face she's a pro

a woman wearing black lingerie in a butcher's apron. Catherine. Of course, her hair up in a bun and tucked underneath a loose blue hair net, a black bag like a doctors, bag dangles from her lips. She stands in front of pricey hand in a hip shaking her head. I think you're going to leave, don't you she asks kneeling down and plucking it a strap on. I did back in unfurls into a long black leather sheet. Her knives are on field in this display all them kept in place by little pockets sewn into the fabric. His heart is racing. She picks one a simple silvery thing: no longer than prices hand it twirls between her fingers like a drummer Peltz. Those are nice to keep on hand if you want to remember she says running her hand, down prices chest to his embarrassment. He realizes he's naked, but what you

The other thing that stays with you stays with you forever. She holds the knife against his throat and he begins to shiver. He can't help himself. She laughs, don't worry pricey. She says setting the knife down behind her. I wouldn't sticky, while you're squirming around, like that. It's not humane. She turns it picks up amount, the size of her fist. The impact edge of it is slightly rounded. He tries to beg, but she puts a finger to her lips and shakes her head. No, no. The salad is pricey. She says now, don't move but hate you, a few weeks. The way she brings the mallet back and swings it at his Temple

pricey wakes in a cold, sweat. Sitting straight up in bed lapses. Body checking chains or cuts or something it sure, after midnight know it. Yet it's the eve of his death. He wipes sweat from his forehead and takes a deep breath. Then he freezes is a shape in the doorway, or so he thinks it is vaguely feminine and there's something short and shining in its hand, cast he asks the shadow doesn't respond. He hasn't complete broken up with Catherine yet, but he also didn't let her sleep over tonight. I see turns and flips on the bedside light which fills the hallway the bedroom in an instant

there is nothing there, no shadows, no Catherine, no knife pricey walks through the house shaking off the feeling of being watched and washes his face in the bathroom he tries to think of, thing to do next tries to imagine a game plan that makes any sort of sets and fails in time. He It's the last tour of the house. Checking the locks and windows and then goes back to bed. His dreams are quiet, dark and but there is a shadow on the lawn outside his house. That will not scatter. When you pour light on it, a shadow, with something short and shiny

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