Welcome to Unspeakable, a true crime podcast where I tell stories of real crimes with real victims,

whose cases are so shocking that many are left wondering, how is this even real?

I use my experiences in law enforcement, corrections, and combined with my years as a criminal justice educator, dig deep into complex cases of evil acts.

Some so evil, many feel they are unspeakable.

The unspeakable. Warning, unspeakable is intended for mature audiences.

If you are easily offended, then I'm not your girl. Listening discretion is advised. Hey y'all, Kelly Jennings here. I'm back again with another episode of an unspeakable crime. This one's really going to get you going. I'm telling you, this one's going to, I don't know, maybe it won't get you going, but it's going to get you thinking, for lack of a better word.

But I got to tell you something, I'm just not coming down off of a really serious high that just

occurred about 20 minutes ago before I walked in this building.

So I was rushing home because I had to brush my hair because, obviously I'm going to be talking on with a radio

voice, I must have good hair apparently. But anyway, I was rushing home to get dressed because if you

feel good, you do better. And if you look good, you do even better than that. But as I turn the

corner to go into my neighborhood, I see popped up over my back fence, which faces a highway, my eight-year-old

daughter hanging over the fence, talking to someone who has pulled his truck up to the back

fence of my home. So going from zero to a thousand and not thinking like I normally do, I pulled that

car over, skir-in the middle of the highway, and I rolled that window down. I said,

Who are you? Who's talking to my kid? And y'all, it was my poor neighbor who actually cuts the grass outside of our

neighborhood. He had pulled behind my fence because he was borrowing my water hose and I'd fed it

through and I didn't know it. And I literally almost killed the poor fella. And he came looking out

from behind the truck and his eyes were big and wide as saucers. He said, Kelly, wait, stop. It's me. It's me. So I couldn't come down that quick from the high of thinking someone was about to hurt my child. And so I said, well, you better be glad we're friends. And he was like, holy crap. And he just kept staring at me. And anyway,

Rodney, I'm sorry if you're listening to this that I almost killed you right there in front of God

and everybody. So anyway, I think I've calmed down enough. And y'all are going to be interested in this

one. So a lot of, y'all know I do a lot of research on a lot of topics. I've

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