This is a scream queen production.

I'm Jen Carpenter, and this is So Dead podcast.

Happy True Crime Tuesday, who's ready for some dead time stories. It's Halloween week, which

makes me so happy, but also kind of sad because my favorite time of the year is almost over.

Although, as I have explained to you guys many, many times, it's always Halloween for me. Every day is Halloween, especially now

with my creepy little book shop nestled in a building with several other creepy little shops.

It is all horror all the time. Horror, not horror. I know I'm bad at that word. Blame the Michigan.

Anyway, for normal folk who aren't obsessed with the macab, this is just the time of year

to tell ghost stories, to scare each other with urban legends, and there's one from a small

Michigan town that's truly terrifying, because it's all true.

Ascota is a quiet little lake here on Beachtown located in northeast Michigan.

If you're looking at the mitten, think like the upper part of the index finger, I guess,

with a population that never gets much higher than a thousand, it's the kind of place where

everyone knows everyone, which makes what happened there all the more shocking.

October 31st, 1969 was an eventful day in Ascota.

First of all, can we just all agree that Ascota, Ascota is the most Michigan word you can say, like even if you aren't from

Michigan and you don't have that dreaded Michigan accent, you're still going to sound like

you're from Michigan when you say a word like Oscota. So October 31st, it was Halloween,

obviously, which meant costumes and school parades.

I fucking miss school parades so much.

I liked being in them when I was little.

I loved going to them when my kids were little.

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