Hello, everyone. Welcome back to our podcast. This is Murder With My Husband. I'm Payton

Moreland. No, I'm Garrett Moreland. He's the husband. Another dear, daisy episode. Now,

before we jump in, I just did want to mention that if you send a dear daisy story in,

you should specify if you want your name in it or not. And also, I'll just make up a

title if you don't put a title. So if you want a specific title, also just title it.

I just wanted to clarify as I was reading through so that people knew.

And if you want to submit a dear daisy, there will be a link somewhere where we're listening

or watching and you can submit them there. Okay, let's get into it. The first one is

the Creepyman van. Payton of vans. This one is submitted by anonymous. Okay. I live in

Australia and I am a huge lover of true crime, specifically all of your podcasts. But

up until two months ago, I had never experienced anything remotely creepier, scary. Happened

to me. I'd only heard about it in the media. So I'd love for everyone, including you guys

to hear this one. Roughly two months ago, my mom and my stepdad were on the east coast

enjoying a weekend away, escaping their stresses and not having to worry about work. This left

my older sister 24 and I, 19 at home alone with our two cattle dogs for the next four days.

I love my own company and I hadn't had a lot planned for the weekend. They were away,

so I didn't mind and neither did my sister. We live about an hour from the city in a very

small suburb that honestly not many people would know about. We've lived here for almost

two years and we've never had any issues. So as far as we expected, the next few days would

be free of any troubles. But as we know, there is a reason you are reading this story in every case

you cover on the podcast because there is trouble. It had been a long day at work and I'd arrived

home at about seven p.m. My sister had just made herself some dinner and was about to put on a

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