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Hello and welcome back to Cult Leader. I'm your Cult Leader Spencer Henry and this week's episode is chilling.

Frightening, terrifying, we're all leaving here with a new fear. Before we get into it, I hope everybody had a nice weekend.

I played a lot of yawts this weekend. I'll say it's my favorite game. Madison and I went to her house and watched a documentary on this asylum.

The footage was terrifying. I'm totally blanking on the name, but I do want to cover it at some point. Hopefully in October you'll hear me. You'll hear about it. I'll list my sources I always do.

That's what game night with me is like. I'm like, oh my gosh, you know what we should watch? We should watch this documentary and then all of a sudden they're like, why are you taking notes?

Listen, the hustle never stops. We never stop working. Last week was part two of the St. Auburn Street Massacre and I also realized three years of Cult Leader.

How crazy is that from a little Instagram story segment, which I know some of you are still here from there to a part time hobby to a full time job? Like how do you like that? How do you like them apples?

Absolutely. Wild you guys are obviously the reason that this happened and I am so grateful. Grateful, grateful.

Can't not thank you enough. What's cool to me is that Cult Leader is always in kind of the same. I mean, I think and hopefully you guys would agree that the quality in all aspects has grown significantly since the beginning.

I'll just hang it out. I'm telling you stories that we're all interested in and the vibe is just different. It's not date line. We're not we're not orchestrated. There's no big media here. There's no spooky voice. Sit down, come back with me.

Or blah, blah, blah. It's like, hey, do you want to know something? I'm going to tell you something. I'm just appreciative that you guys appreciate that.

Maybe you'll get an accent here and there. Maybe some underlying spooky music when I'm telling a story, but at the end of the day, just a dumb bitch with a microphone and you're here for it. And to that, I say three more years.

All right, shall we get into our story or should I say stories? This is technically a list episode, but it's more so one main story and then a few shorter follow-up stories or similar stories on them.

Let's just let's get into it. First of all, I have a question for you guys. That's how we're starting this off. How long do you think it would take for somebody to find your decomposing body in your house, apartment, wherever you live?

You co-op, you're cult compound. How long do you think? Obviously, the answers will vary greatly from, well, I have a boyfriend or girlfriend or I live with my parents, you know, the amount of people who die in their homes and are discovered sometime after is alarming.

But also vary on your animals, right? What is it they say about cats? They'll just fucking they'll eat everything but the bone. Like your cat will just eat your, eat your corpse. There's a lot of different terrifying things that can happen. And today's stories are no different.

Today we are talking about people that were found much too late. And our first story is from London and you may have heard of it back in like the early 2000s. This definitely made its rounds. Let me paint the picture.

It's January 5th, 2006, London housing officials forced their way inside of the flat belonging to 38 year old Joyce Carol Vincent. Two years of unpaid rent led up to this eviction attempt. Inside piles of mail sit by the front door.

They can hear the television playing in the background. On the floor of the living room is what appears to be Christmas presents.

It looked as if someone had walked off mid-rapping job. Odd, given that Christmas had happened almost two weeks ago. The kitchen sink is full of dishes. Presumed to be taken care of later on. Except later would it be coming. In the living room of this very much lived in apartment, the officials walk in on the decomposed body of Joyce. So badly decomposed that a positive idea on the remains wouldn't happen for weeks to come.

The discovery of Joyce's body was shocking. Yes, but what stood out once authorities were brought in was how far into the decomposition process Joyce was. Her body hadn't been lying there for hours, days, weeks, or even months. It turned out that Joyce had been deceased in her apartment since December of 2003. Just as a reminder, we're in 2006. Yeah, so for more than two years, her body was in her apartment alone.

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