The I'm going to be. Welcome to Spirits podcast to boosy dive into mythology, legends, and folklore.

Every week we pour a drink and learn about a new story from around the world.

I'm Amanda.

And I'm Julia and Amanda. We are back with another hometown urban legends episode. I don't know.

I've been re-listing to a lot of these. And I guess I just don't know how to start these in a way

that is not singing or putting on a weird accent.

It's quite true because normally when Julia researchers an episode, she'll put together an outline with the help of researcher Sally for some episodes and you think of an intro.

Sometimes I go rogue and, you know, just kind of throw a non-sequitter at you and then you

sort of pivot nicely back to your outline.

But for these, Julia,

it's loosey-goosey, baby. We are coming here with our voicemails. That's right. We have a voicemail

for today. We have emails. Yay. And I mostly want to say, Julia, that it is so hot out here in July.

It is sticky. It is humid. My tomato plants are doubling in size every day. I am wilting.

I want to do nothing more than crank that AC all the way up, cuddle down under a blanket, and listen to some scary stories.

You know what? Just because it's summertime and the sun is out for longer does not mean that there are not spooky things that we can talk about here.

And can I get us started, Julia, with a urban legend that grabbed me right from the subject

line, which is the axe murderer is coming for you.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Yes.

This is from Kaye, pronouns she, her.

And Kay writes, Hey, Manin, Julia.

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