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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 28 Sandwiches? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be                I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three reasons to marry a gay guy; 1.      money, 2.      social pressure and 3.      camouflage. Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to be number two. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentle Mercy, Felicity, Rio sandwich. "I am going to have so much fun breaking you in," Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll let you play with Mercy, she likes to be played with but you have to be firm. Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock to nod her head vigorously. "What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with velvet hunger. "She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips, titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink. Who's room? Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio. "We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and, well, loosen you up a bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See, and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor. No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the World as her true self, a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description. Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong with my life next, and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over. "All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm." "Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I groan. 'To one's self be true', what else can I say? "It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly. "It has been downloaded to your phone, it is under Advocate Oath of Office." "Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?" "Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down hours ago. Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know, who live in, France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where Belarus is, blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies, now I know! The viewing of Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one. They've used my damn private phone number. "When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks cautiously. "I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse; everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan. "Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone number." "But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent it to all her buds still in lock-up too." "Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility, at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a house pet." "What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious. "How would I know?" I am somewhat offended. Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my phone back. She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm. She also speaks seven freaking languages, I feel like such an underachiever right now, or male underwear model. Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous animals' clause. "Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute warning," she is trying to be helpful. "Paige seems to have vanished," I request, "so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The three of the saner women I know give me a nod. I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform. Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining to them, sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen. Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks Rio isn't looking. Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me. It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away, Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance. "Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs. Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear. That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today, the air filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw, I have a cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of a kind; I'll spare it. "Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling my name for a second or two. "Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not being attacked by someone so she must need something from me. "Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle Band-Aids and some dental floss. "What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes translucent. Maybe she's teasing me. I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand the 'suit' to Rio. Top lesson: 1.      Rio is in charge. Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to Felicity. "You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps. "That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins wickedly. "I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else. "I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now." Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me. Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's pointedly ignoring Felicity. Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me but I redirect her with a tilt of my head. "I apologize," Felicity whispers. "Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently. Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and her body stiffens. "One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips. Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio presses a finger to Felicity's lips again. "This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more. "Zane and I are closer than family, he's number 1 in my book; there is no other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back. My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you can't speak." "Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you, my hand to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?" Rio inquires. "Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened. "Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make excuses, bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt your ass down after tonight." "I can, I'm okay with this," Felicity says with less trepidation. "Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you are leaving your bra with me tonight, go home without it. You only wear panties if you have my permission as well." "Yes, Felicity falters. "Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through. Payback is a bitch." "Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly. "Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh, you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her ass and the other strokes her wet cunt. Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy, right. Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even seen Rio consider using. "Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it up in about an hour," I give the bad news. "Zane, damn, take over Mercy once more; I trust you with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her annoying, which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak. "Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly resistant ass up and apart. Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions. "What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls, waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this even doing in my collection anyway?" "Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio grumbled. "You didn't, Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie Lynn twirls her toward orgasm. "Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one 'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger of Evil." I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her throat, she has carefully hidden herself behind my, pillow; she's hiding by the simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so eerie I almost love her, love her. "Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells on you but I'd probably end up with them in my cunt, now that actually, focus Rio!" she chastises herself. "Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her nipples a stress test," Rio requests. "Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige starts crawling over toward Felicity. "Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head. "Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot. "Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you." "You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio cautiously. "Zane, do something," Rio pleads. "I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties pay, beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October," I add. Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige squirming on my 'meaty pole', see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus. Rio can't get away from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's treasures. Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment, figuratively speaking. Mercy's ass and cunt are getting a workout to the point I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action alone. Paige shoots me a sad smile before she gets on her back and starts sliding under Felicity. When they are face to face, but running in different directions, Paige and Felicity exchange some wistful kisses. "You are beautiful," Felicity moans down at the pale pink lips and snowy skin of someone who is working both overtime at being my lover and more importantly, a friend to my group of friends. "I know," Paige responds confidently before wiggling her way further under Felicity. Soon she has the first taste most likely anyone has had over of her breasts and nipples. I can tell when Paige draws in the first full gulp of tit because Felicity goes off like a bronco mare with a cougar cub on her back. She is making deep, guttural moans but at least she's not screaming her head off. "Rio, do you want Felicity to taste my tits?" Paige asks. Rio is being petulant. "Rio, if you want I'll never talk to Paige or Iona again because they are both Time Lord Mafia and they all had a part to play in this," I declare. "I know of only one who didn't, and if she's my sole friend with them after this, so be it, but you have to let me fight my own fights alone from time to time and let me decide what counts as a victory." "Fuck the bitches," Rio pops up, much to Mercy's astonishment, "One is more than enough." "Fine, Iona is out Rio. The only one who didn't have a part in this morning was Paige," I tell Rio. "I'll go tell her that you two are done, but I'll have you know she was operating under my orders, sort of. I told her not to go against Cordelia and she did as I asked." Rio seems truly conflicted for the longest time then she drapes herself over Mercy's body. "Honey-hole reach back, take over and keep yourself going or I'll make you feel up each Karate Club member during practice Monday," Rio purrs to her lover. Mercy hastily obeys because I think something about the way the situation playing out intrigues her. Rio shuffles down to Barbie Lynn, Felicity's posterior and Paige's head. "You fucking lied to me you freaky douche," Rio declares venomously at the albino Paige. Paige wisely keeps silent, there is nothing positive she can say. SheRio plants four resounding smacks on Felicity's exposed bottom. Felicity squeals, distracting Rio momentarily. "You'll pay for that, you skank," Rio hisses at Felicity. "Paige, how fucking dare you disappoint me," she growls. "How dare you act above my expectations; you are almost a human being," Rio finishes - as if the term 'human being' is as horrid a term as ATF agent or fashionista. Rio stands up and views her domain. Mercy is going all out though she clearly misses her Top and Felicity is panting herself toward another, more prolonged climax. "Barbie-licious, would you take care of my prize for me; you know what she likes," Rio requests with a hint of her normal madness. "Paige, give her some nipple-age and I'm going to break in Felici-hump's whore-hole." For the English-speaking public that means (I think) that Paige is to open her own shirt, unfasten her front-access bra and lead Felicity's lips to those translucent, succulent breasts I find so tasty. Felicity is clearly in a sexual buzz; otherwise she might spend precious minutes trying to figure out that Rio just declared her intention to introduce Felicity to anal sex of the strap-on variety. "Hey, pansy-boy," Rio mocks me and my reclining majesty, "get over here and give me some of that magic tongue and finger work that will turn her back into a straight." That's just mean. "Please don't make me like men," Felicity stammers. Her eyes are glassy and feverish. Rio smacks both buttocks this time and Felicity squeals louder. "You don't get to talk, you listen," Rio commands. "You are a perfect lover, a lesbian," Rio explains from some teasing twisted core. "We simply sleep with men to control them, but I don't want you sleep with Lance without my permission, is that understood?" Felicity keeps her words within her lips as well as going back to use another one of Paige's nipples for further succor. This is just bizarre, the bi-sexual is demanding/empowering the lesbian to not sleep with her gay fianc , I couldn't write stuff this weird and then avoid rehab. "In fact, Zane has an in with your future Mother-in-law and she'll tell him if she even suspects her baby boy is having sex with a woman," Rio double-pumps her eyebrows at me. Rio doesn't 'know' that I'm having sex with Rochelle Wellington; Felicity's soon to be MIL. We do both know Lance, the fianc , likes playing with other men's cocks. We have the video file to prove it too. "You step out on me and I'll sell you to that sorority next door to Zane's house for a weekend," Rio threatens. Felicity isn't Mercy, she's repressed while Mercy is perverse (by outside standards). Full exposure to the town at large frightens Felicity because she doesn't want deal with the social consequences of being labeled homosexual. Mercy is actually afraid of her sexual proclivities themselves as well as the real physical danger of exposure. Once Felicity finds her own identity her relationship will change, in essence she'll never replace Mercy in Rio's heart. There is never going to be that vulnerability and utter acceptance that those two have. Felicity is going to be fun and in time I think Hudson Lane may be a better match as a companion. Hudson and Felicity are adults where Rio fights adulthood with every breath. Rio's choice in strap-ons is odd to say the least; the only time Rio had shown it to Mercy, Mercy had been afraid, afraid that Rio would waste their time on something so, unimpressive. Until I noticed Mercy's distress that morning I didn't think Rio had something so, (training wheels?) in her arsenal; this was what Rio picked to break Felicity in. No one knows my buddy like I do. Rio is still working Felicity's bunghole over with a sole finger when she leans over the tall slender blonde's back. Rio uses one hand to cord that long hair until it is one thick mass, and then she pulls it back like a corded rein. It isn't until the tip of the dildo nestles into the cusp of Felicity's sphincter that Felicity figures out what's about to happen. "No Rio, please, I don't want this," Felicity panics. "Sssh," Rio coos, "it is going in and I'm going to teach you how." "Rio, I don't," Felicity trembles. "Why?" Rio whispers her question. 'Why is Felicity afraid of this violation' is what Rio is aiming for. They stay there locked and silent. After a minute, Rio picks up her actions. "When I begin to thrust forward, I want you to use your inner muscles to push back," Rio says tenderly. Rio goes forward and Felicity tenses so she stops. "Relax, it won't hurt, only feel funny," Rio assures her. Not always true but, This time things culminate with Felicity gives a sharp gasp followed by a whispered sigh. "Okay," Rio murmurs to her prey, "I am tired of doing all the work. You need to push back now," she continues. "Come back against me you cunt-loving whore." Felicity bucks slightly and shakes her head. "No, no," she pleads at barely above a whisper herself. "It's okay," Rio runs a hand along Felicity's spine. "You can come back later if you like. Your ass is mine but I'll wait for you to give it to me but, no cunt for you to taste or lips upon your cunt until then Felicity. I'll be taking care of Barbie Lynn for you". Rio winks at me, "Or more likely you are leaving her for Zane, man that he is; you know she'll get addicted to that cock eventually." Bang! Felicity looks heart-shot. Felicity starts working Rio's artificial cock down her asshole. Rio looks at me and gives the best 'Home Alone!' face I've ever seen. She's floored that Felicity has been sucked into our mad circus. She then puts both hands on Felicity's hips. "Slow down Felicity, and welcome to the club," Rio grins down at her. Felicity rests for about thirty seconds then Rio spanks each flank. "Giddy-up now; you still have four inches to go." "I thought I could stop," Felicity whined. "You said, "You stopped; I let you stop," Rio sneered, "Now I'm telling you to back your sweet ass up." I'm going to give Rio a Janus mask for Christmas. I'd get her medication for her insanity but I know she'd eventually slip it into my food no matter what. "Come on now Felicity-Sugah," Barbie Lynn joins it. "You always had such a gentle hand training me in Karate. It'd be a crying shame if no other girls got to feel the way you made me feel. You have always been so strong, be strong now." Felicity rotates her head somewhat foal-like and stretches the hair Rio is using as a rein before she pushes back again. This time when Felicity stops Rio slaps her ass lightly. My buddy also grins madly at me and mouths 'I am so going to Hell over this' then giggles. I mouth back 'Right beside you'. Felicity is finally all the way back and resting when Mercy begins to shudder violently. "Holygoddamnfuckingpieceofshit!!!!" Mercy howls into the sheets. Barbie Lynn hammers her bunghole and mangles her clit so much that she repeats the phrase three times in rapid succession and all the time she looks as compassionate as a mother changing a newborn. Felicity takes that inspiration and runs with it. Rio is pulling back with the strap-on when Felicity pushes back hard. Rio pushes her forward and rotates her hips for more of a sensation before snatching up a slender blue paddle that seems more flexible than rigid. She quickly makes good use of it, stinging Felicity's rump and making the ride home for her interesting. Paige starts flicking Felicity's clit but that is more than Felicity can take. Thankfully she releases Paige's right tit before she clamps her teeth and bows her back up and down multiple times as orgasm hits her. Rio has to grip Felicity's hips tightly to not be bucked off and she's loving it. Felicity collapses on Paige but I quickly roll Felicity on her back, Rio's strap-on slides out painlessly, so I can pull Paige to me. Paige and I exchange a heated kiss while Rio unfastens the dildo, lets it fall to the floor. Rio crawls on the bed, hooks a finger into Mercy's collar and forces the exhausted beauty to follow her farther up the bed. Rio reclines against the headboard with Mercy resting her head on her Mistresses stomach, hair cascading over Rio's stomach, crotch, and thigh as well as her own face. Rio is running her hands through her lover's hair with an affection few at the school would believe. Barbie Lynn decides to take her own approach with Felicity. She mentioned experimenting with girls before meeting me on the day I first moved into this dorm, downstairs and a long, long time ago it seems. With the fear that permeated this place, it was probably furtive touches at night in bed with your roommate or a quick grope in the showers. Felicity barely has the time to register Barbie's presence before Barbie Lynn has Felicity's legs up, bent at the knees and cunt full exposed. Barbie doesn't dive in, instead crawling onto Felicity's body until they are face to face. Felicity gets this surprised, I can't believe this is finally coming true' face, the Barbie Lynn's lips are pressing hers. "Hey Honey-Trap," Rio snaps playfully, "what do you think you are doing with my Thing Two?" (Note: Never combine Rio and Doctor Seuss on You Tube; legions of little minds will be forever corrupted) "Give it a rest Rio," Barbie Lynn looks up and grins at my Bud, "Felicity gets a time-out and she gets to have it with me, are we clear?" This is not a fight I'm stepping into and Rio, Mercy and Barbie Lynn know it. Barbie Lynn doesn't ask for much from Rio and is pretty tolerant of her so now that Barbie Lynn is making a stand and, "This is really hard on her," Rio says affectionately. "Take your time." I leave Barbie Lynn and Felicity to play and carry Paige around to the far side of Rio. Paige is coiled around my body so I doubt she could be happier outside of 'bouncy, bouncy'. "What's going on Babe," I whisper to Rio. "What's your game?" "Don't tell anyone because they won't believe you but I've been reading," she tilts her forehead against mine. "I've been reading the diary of an actual dominatrix by the firelight of me burning 'Fifty Shades of Someone Stupid'." "You are right," I snicker, "no one would ever believe you actually read a book." She punches me then Mercy shoots me a weak blow to the ribs. "Hey you," Rio tapped Mercy's nose, "who said you could get in a fight? I think someone is getting hog-tied and ice cubes rubbed up and down their spine." Mercy shivers happily. "Do you want to do anything like that with me," Paige purrs. "I want to sneak into your parent's room and fuck you hard on their bed in every position we can think of," I state calmly, as if I've given it great thought. Paige's dampness streams down onto my left hip and thigh as she shivers in delight. It is all about knowing your partner. This forbidden act knocks her right out of the ballpark. "Are we, you and I, any closer?" Paige murmurs. "You know who has my heart, Paige, but we are closer, if that matters," I tell her. "When did that happen?" Paige smiles up at me. "About fifteen minutes ago," I kiss the tip of her nose. "So I had to lie to a total nut-job to save another friend of yours and risk a beating to take us a step forward, and it wasn't the black leather micro-mini," Paige moans as finds the perfect spots on my chest and lap to settle into. It is a precious few minutes we share, with Rio alternating tender caresses with pinches to the nipples and slaps to the breasts, buttocks and thighs. Mercy makes mewling little sighs in response to both sets of gestures. Felicity has finally rolled Barbie Lynn over and engaging in every less-than-vanilla sexual act she thinks she's missed over the three years she's known, showered with, and competed with my Georgia Honey-box. By the play of Barbie's right hand, the thick, sloppy sound that's emanating from between Felicity's thighs and Felicity's shortness of breath, Barbie Lynn is driving her former classmate made with lust. "Bro, can I turn Mercy into an ice cream dispenser? Sort of 'squeeze these wonderful titties' then scoop out some Neapolitan from her cunt," Rio snickers my way. She loves yanking my chain, and Mercy's, from time to time. "No! That has to be cold as hell and you may not make Mercy poop or pee dairy products," I command, "Rio-saurus Rex!" "Oh, that's gross," Rio dares to look offended. "I would never put ice cream up my favorite Lust-receptacle's butthole. That is for the ice cream cones." "Fine, you may not stuff Mercy like an clair," I clarify. "I'm putting my foot down and if Paige and I have to do full body cavity searches to make sure you behave, so be it." Felicity erupts through her final orgasm of the night, her body twisting and stretching as sweat drips off her body. Barbie Lynn keeps subtle control of Felicity's body which is both touching and frightening, she's getting sexually wound up and she's going to corral my cock and drive it up her ass, my approval being optional. The dirty, sexy look she shoots me is as good a piece of proof as I need. "I can't have you two touching my bitch without supervision," Rio states angrily, yeah right. "I'll have to check out all her opening once you two get done, a triple check." Mercy looks over toward Paige and me. Her eyes are open wide with lust and anticipation. "I suppose we could simply trust Mercy and take her word for it," I tease. "No," Rio goes off, "I can tell you right now; she's one sneaky little slut." "I don't trust her," Paige nods. "The pretty ones always need to be kept in line, harshly." Mercy merely shakes her head vigorously in affirmation of her devious and untrustworthy nature. "Where are you people from?" Felicity pants through her fatigued smile. "The People's Republic of None of Your Damn Business," Rio slaps Mercy's thigh. "We keep Rio in a steel box," Barbie Lynn pets Felicity's left nipple. "The rest of us are regular students. Okay, Zane's a tad irregular, but he means well." My phone buzzes from the far side of the bed. "Time to wrap it up team," I give out the bad news. "Felicity, you can sweep step out with Barbie Lynn to the shower, different showers because giving the freshman student body an alternative lifestyle exhibition is not an option for tonight. The rest of us will give it a few minutes and go out and pretend the world is a normal place." "Felicity, I want your bra and panties up here on my pillow," Rio demands. "I'm going to use them to bind up Mercy tonight. She's been, umm, mediocre so I'm gagging her with that boring underwear and hooking her hands over her head with that sad, old bra of yours." "I thought you only wanted my bra," Felicity questions? "Spank her for me BLT," Rio growls. Barbie Lynn gave gives three sharp, alternating smacks on each ass cheek. Felicity bites her lower lip and whimpers. "No back talking now F; I said no bra tonight, but also no panties ever without my approval." Felicity nods. Barbie Lynn takes Felicity by the hand, over to the towel closet then leads her somewhat reluctantly out into the main floor. "Rio, did I do you a good turn," Paige asks. Rio thinks that over for a minute, making small circles in Mercy's hair. "Yes, yes you did, you albino deviant," Rio allows. "Can I have Mercy for my use for one night sometime soon?" Paige requests. "That's not how it works," Rio scolds Paige after a few seconds. "She's mine to use, no one else's. I can have someone use her for my pleasure but she's a damn human being, not a bean-bag chair. I will give you this though, because you can be so incredibly stupid about people, I'll let Mercy know that it would make me happy to see her with you; how is that?" Mercy is resting on her head on Rio's lap, so she clearly hears what's going on. Rio is really the best friend in the world, and one of the best people I've ever known. I can live with the crazy. Homecoming. So, it was Friday, Homecoming Day at FFU, and several dozen of us were not doing what we were supposed to do but I wanted this headache taken care of before the rest of the day's festivities. All the Advocates were gathered as was Ms. Goodswell, as a Student Advisor. Other people were gathered to observe the spectacle and guessing which way I would jump. This first major crisis of my role as Mediator since the creation of the Janissaries wouldn't have been complete without Iona, my trusty sidekick, and Rio, my chronic pain in the ass & truest friend. In fact, Rio was the reason for this meeting. She had been given the writing assignment of 'place the writings of a juvenile story into an adult setting'. The train wreck wasn't hard to foretell. Rio had chosen four works of the late, lamented Doctor Seuss (if he wasn't dead he would be after reading halfway through Rio's creation). Rio had attacked the project with a gusto that made Ms. Tucker, her English instructor, hopeful that Rio was finally fitting in (read: conforming). Rio turned in the pornographic Tales of a Cat with a Really Big Hat on Tuesday. Ms. Tucker had flunked the effort and dragged Rio down to Doctor Victoria Scarlett's office but that senior educator had volleyed this time bomb into my lap. I promptly told them to pick an Advocate and get back to me after dinner. Rio Talon/Christina Buchanan's argument had been that the vagueness of the instructions allowed for a liberal interpretations of the assignment. Athena Varna (representing the rest of Ms. Tucker's class)/Joy Jefferson had argued that the standard was what 'any reasonable individual going to a Christian school would find acceptable' as their defense, which meant that it wasn't acceptable in their opinion. Two days of mediation went nowhere and I wasn't going to let this matter fester through the weekend. I had called all the concerned parties to join me after breakfast and received Doctor Scarlett's blessing for missing Assembly where many of the students and their families were gathered in our daily religious/social function. "Okay, I've given the matter serious thought and I saw merit to both arguments but I found Ms. Jefferson's argument to be the more compelling," I led off. "We live in a society; each person should be free and act with freedom but that cuts both ways, we have to give our society some support to retain our harmony. This is my judgment." "I would hope that since Rio did make an exceptional effort in her creative writing work that Ms. Tucker would consider allowing Rio one additional week to make up the assignment since this is one-quarter of her grade and her effort, while misdirected, was acknowledged as a vigorous attempt. That is my suggestion anyway," I said hopefully since I wasn't sure if I could instruct a teacher in any manner, much less order a do-over for Rio. It took a few seconds for my words to sink in. This was hardly re-writing the Charter of the Commonwealth of Virginia but it did mean I'd ruled against my best friend and the woman I wanted to marry and several girls looked at me in some disbelief that I hadn't gone that way. "Thank you Mediator," Joy was the first to offer me her hand, and she was still technically the enemy, being in the Traditionalist faction here at school. "Your argument carried the day, Joy. I'm pretty sure there was no favoritism involved," I smiled. "I will get you next time," Christina came up and shook Joy's hand. She turned and clasped my hand after that. "You were wiser than I thought you'd be," Christina winked to me. A few people came by and went through the same routine until Rio approached last of all. She hit me in the shoulder causing multiple heads to swivel our way. "You threw me under the bus Bitch," she laughed. "Don't look so surprised," I rubbed my shoulder, "you built the bus I rolled over you with, ya Deviant." Iona gave me a shy wave right before she slipped out to go meet her parents and most of the girls did likewise. Finally it was Ms. Goodswell, Christina, Faith, Rio and myself. "Faith and I will polish off the minutes of your final decision Zane," Christina said before turning her imperious head away and leading Faith out to do what seniors do. "So, are you two going to be hiding out all day?" Virginia Goodswell looked Rio and my way. "I would but two dozen over-eager and overly-endowed students have asked Zane to be available to meet their ancestors or some other such cheesy crap," Rio ranted. "Besides, I'm sure there is some law or ordinance that causes the rest of you to never leave me alone." "Yes Ms. Talon," Ms. Goodswell said with some gravity, "That is the Self-preservation Act of 1908. You are listed under 'Elements with Corrosive properties." "Woot!" Rio hollered, "I'm a corrosive influence!" "Thanks Virginia," I addressed my teacher and Spiritual Advisor, "like she needed more ammo." Goodswell laughed and headed out toward the main campus while Rio and I headed for our dorm. "I think I'm going to become a superhero," Rio teased me. "My X-ray vision will vaporize the panties off of unsuspecting stuck-up babes." "Wasn't there a time when heroes were heroes and villains were villains; none of this gray crap?" I half-grinned. "Zane," Rio sounded exasperated and but motherly aka Ma Barker, "you keep saving girls and they keep kicking you in the teeth." "I look at it as opportunity to get back up again," I smiled. "That's called masochism, look it up," Rio sneered. "Let's go to my room," I said, rather redundantly, as we'd reached the elevator door and I'd hit the button. Rio became oddly close to me as we got on board and even let me wrap an arm around her. For me, being parentless today required I convince Aunt Jill that parking would be a bitch and I'd see her Saturday night, we had our first Marksmanship outing tomorrow morning in Kentucky, so I'd would be back to have dinner with my sole family member. Rio's parents hadn't asked Rio if she wanted them to come. They hadn't made any contact at all, denying Rio the ability to scream at her parents and tell them to 'fuck off'. Adding to the misery, Mercy's parents were here and everyone in our close circle had convinced Rio that being close to Mercy would be disastrous, in the belief that Rio had poor impulse control, imagine that. When the end of Assembly sounded and the parents began exiting the building to join up with their kids, we proceeded to my Solarium level of the dorm. The parents would meet their girl's friends, teachers, & the key members of their various clubs. We opened my 'vault' door and Rio led me upstairs then gave a start. I slipped around her to see what the problem was, Cordelia Dresden. To her credit, Cordelia and her Time Lord Mafia had either been behaving or doing things in such a sneaky manner as to avoid my notice. Besides the three of us, only three freshmen girls occupied the rest of the floor, leaving us effectively alone. "Hi Rio!" Cordelia led off, "Zane, I only want you to know you have our full support," was her cryptic statement that I was still digesting when Rio hurled herself at the slender brunette. Cordelia cried out as Rio toppled them both to the floor. Rio rose up on her knees and slapped Cordelia across the face. "Get her off me," Cordelia screamed as she raised her hands to defend herself. "What's the fucking secret you're hiding?" Rio growled. "Yank Rio off me right now. Zane," Cordelia snapped as she took a second slap to the cheek. "You know what I can do." "Cordy, Rio wants to live free or die trying; so you might want to consider your next words carefully," I shrugged. "She prefers to exist free of fear. Rio, I'm going to the shake dispenser; do you want something?" "A strawberry shake sounds good," Rio smiled as she began pinning Cordelia's wrists down. Once she finished that maneuver, Rio glared triumphantly down at Cordelia. "Great," Cordelia met that glare with one of her own, "what's your next brilliant plan; a little sexual assault to go with your brazen attack?" "Nope, I'm going to drool spit on your face and ears Cordelia-baby," Rio answered then began swirling her tongue in her mouth to gather up her first glob of spit. "Zane," Cordelia pleaded. "Rio, let her up," I requested (Rio knew my vocal tones). "She's agreed to help you with your Mercy problem." Cordelia had done no such thing but Rio would need help dealing with her lover's parents and Cordelia could be a powerful ally. Cordelia could lie her way out of things, except she would be lying to me and our trust was a fragile thing. If it was just Rio, Cordy would lie in a heartbeat but I believed I was somewhat special to her. Cordy said nothing and Rio got off of her. It wasn't Rio's style to offer Cordelia a hand up even though she knocked her down. Rio joined me making shakes and grinned evilly. "Cordelia, do you want a shake," I called over to her. "Peach," she replied. Somewhat reluctantly she walked over to us. Cordelia, like Rio and me, had no parents coming. "So, are you going to tell Zane what your secret is or do we go for the best two out of three falls?" Rio sneered. "Let it be Rio," I nudged her. "It isn't something bad. If it was bad, she would have coughed it up already." "I don't know what you see in this wacky Whore," Rio asked me, with Cordelia standing beside us. "She's Ra's al Ghul to my Bruce Wayne," I explained. "How can I step beyond the streets of my own personal Gotham without her?" "Wait, does that mean I'm Harlequin?" Rio mused. "No, you are the Joker, Rio," Cordelia huffed, "and yes, that makes Mercy Harlequin." "Cordy, there are times I wish you weren't so evil and manipulative," Rio observed. "Titles such as Evil, like genius, are the hobgoblin of small minds," Cordelia countered. "Zane sees that, which is why I tolerate the rest of you." "You just want to play jockey to his thoroughbred," Rio snorted. "Never said I didn't," Cordelia bantered. Rio stole a look toward the door so I leaned into Cordelia. "Thank you," I whispered. Cordy nodded. "Pist," Rio hissed. "Iona is here with a slightly larger version of herself and two guys who look vaguely related to her as well." I looked over and there was Iona pointing what had to be her mother my way. She didn't look furious but she wasn't beaming sunshine and happiness at me either. "Scatter," Rio whispered. "Pissed off Momma on the way," before dashing off behind the showers. "I'm gone," Cordelia gasped playfully, took her peach shake and slunk away. Iona "Mr. Braxton?" this conservatively dressed woman with a slight build and shoulder length black hair addressed me. I'd seen a few pictures of her on Iona's Facebook page. "Mrs. Beckett, I am Glenn Zane Braxton, but please call me Zane. Your daughter is one of my closest friends." She seemed to mull that over, whether to be stiff or to give me a chance. "Zane, is there a place we can talk in private?" she inquired. "Absolutely," I nodded; then led her to the far corner and sat down on a sofa with her so that we could both look out over the changing leaves on campus. "Mr. Brax, Zane, what are your intentions with my daughter?" she came right out with it. "She was my second friend here and constantly supportive of my often precarious situation and she's never asked for anything in return," I stated. "I'd paint her house if she asked me," I continued, "or drive across country to help her move. She's that great a friend." I didn't brag about killing or even hurting someone for her, though I would, because that wasn't the kind of extreme friendship her Mom was looking for. "Very well, Zane; but I am worried about you and Iona in another way," she sidestepped. "You are an attractive young man and there are rumors that you have several girlfriends on campus." "I think I can answer the real question with three statements of my own; the only person I have ever called girlfriend is Heaven Vickers, a senior here. "I love Heaven's best friend, Christina Buchanan, and they are both aware of our relationship. Second, your daughter is the second-smartest, most level-headed, and most forward thinking young woman I have ever met; you have done a wonderful job raising her," I related. "Lastly, I have offered to have sex with your daughter twice and she's said 'no'." "You did?" she studied me intently. "And she was naked in bed with me both times. She's seen me have sex, too, but she's decided that when she's ready, she'll ask me and I'll say 'yes' because I'm positive that she will pick the moment when it is right for her and no one else." "Wha, what?" Mrs. Beckett's eyes grew wide. "Naked in bed with you? And nothing happened?" "Yes; but I felt safe because I trust her," I said calmly. "You have to admit she is diligent and organized and she's not going to simply jump feet first into anything." "I have to admit I was afraid you were taking advantage of my daughter's kind nature; but you seem oddly frank about everything you two have done. I admit I expected you to be, more deceptive and evasive," she mused. "Do you have sex with any of the girls on campus?" "Tons; though thankfully, things eased off with midterms approaching," I smiled. "Is that so," she said in a clearly questioning tone. "I want you to understand that Iona thinks the world of you. She writes home every day, and you often figure in her experiences, though I knew she was editing some things, like why she appears to be friends with Ms. Talon." "When we started out, Rio and I were doomed to be expelled but Iona joined with us and together we survived some really rough times." "I recall getting several letters from the Chancellor from that time. Was Iona in any danger?" she asked. "Yes, she got a pair of bloody knees but please believe a whole lot of us were looking out for her," I responded. "Trust me, Ion has a fair number of friends who appreciate her numerous qualities." "Mom," Ion called out as she came over. "I hope Zane hasn't been scaring you." "Iona, it is only that you didn't have many friends in High School," her mother smiled at her daughter. "Mom, I had no friends in high school, but Zane gave me the courage and opportunity to come out of my shell," Iona interrupted. "Zane says you two have been sleeping in his bed, naked," Iona's mother met her daughter with an even gaze. "Yes," Iona blushed furiously, "but I bet he's also informed you that we haven't had sex," she leaned into her mother, "and there he lied." Mrs. Beckett stared at me, a bit peeved. "Mom, that is only because what Zane considers sex and what you would consider sex are two slightly different things. Suffice it to say, I am still a virgin as far as the marriage bed is concerned," Iona assured her parent. "And I have Zane well in hand, because I have control of his phone." "I keep telling you that smarts count for more to in life than a model's good looks," Iona's mother reminded her daughter. "I'm glad Iona has both," I chimed in. Both women looked my way then grinned. "He is such a good friend, Mother; that I forgive his exaggerations," Iona reached over and kindly touched my cheek. As that gesture ended, Iona's face grew shocked. "Mom, I think we need to go see Mrs. Worsham's class now, if we are going to get everything taken care of before lunch," Iona hurried her mother. "It was nice to meet you Zane," we shook hands as we both stood as well. Hope I followed Iona's gaze and my heart stopped. It was Hope, looking so do-able in her school-wear. With her were a petite woman, smaller and maybe a bit heavier than Hope, three more little Hope's in descending age and lastly, a male version of Hope, but this one was made out of Lego bricks, really big Lego bricks, it was Yeong Song. Yeong Song had charisma in spades; he wasn't the Angel of Death, he had grabbed that punk by the short and curlies and taken over his job. That was how he appeared to me at that moment. Oh yeah and he was looking right through me. As if on cue, Hope smiled and whispered something to her father and they both came my way. Imagine a choreographed interpretive dance troupe; you had Hope's three younger sisters spread out over the middle half of the room, having fun with some of the few freshmen girls that were hanging around. Yeong was like his eldest daughter in the way they moved, you could tell they were walking toward you but I couldn't recall their feet moving or even hearing footfalls. That was probably just my fear speaking. From personal experience I knew Hope was human with all our frailties and imperfections, she was simply more perfect than most. "Father, this is my good friend Glenn Zane Braxton, who is known by the name Zane to both his friends and enemies," demurred Hope. "Zane, this is my Father, Major of the Republic of Korea, retired, Yeong Song," she introduced her father to me. I extended my hand, he took it in a granite grip and gave it two sharp shakes. I stood there like an idiot but at least my heart was beating and I was breathing again. "Your pulse is racing young man, your palms are sweaty and you are staring at me with dilated pupils," Yeong noted dispassionately. "Well, since I've lain down with your naked daughter for a variety of bedroom antics on several occasions; I naturally assumed you had come here to kill me," I blathered. "You have been naked with my eldest daughter," he said in a way that could be contrived as a statement or a question. "You didn't know?" I groaned. I wondered if this counted as suicide. "You have honorable intentions toward my daughter," he informed me. Huh? "No," I gulped. "I was thinking we could fool around, mainly." "I understand you are the last of your line," he glared at me. Uh oh, wait. "You know who I am, so you must have already been told by Hope what's really been going on," I breathed a sigh of relief. "See Father, Zane's not dense," Hope hugged her father's arm, "he's simply terrified of you." "I noticed," Yeong almost smiled. "Mr. Braxton, I don't mind you seeing my daughter socially, but please learn at least to fight as well as my youngest daughter, she's nine." "You learn from people who are better than you, not from people you are

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House stands as one of America's darkest historic landmarks. Born out of the blood and chaos of the Depression and Prohibition era, the home is tied forever to the infamous Barker family—criminals who left a trail of fear, violence, and trauma across the country. The Barkers weren't petty thieves. They were a notorious gang responsible for bank robberies, kidnappings, and brutal crimes that shook law enforcement to its core. Their reign of terror spread across state lines, creating a criminal empire that refused to be stopped—until the FBI closed in. What happened next was nothing short of carnage. The Barker gang's final stand inside the quiet lakeside home in Florida turned into the largest FBI shootout in American history, a bloody standoff that remains unrivaled to this day. Bullets tore through the house, ending lives and cementing the Ma Barker home as both a crime scene and a legend. But the story doesn't end with the gunfire. Many believe the spirits of the Barkers never left. Visitors and paranormal investigators alike report strange activity—unexplained voices, ghostly apparitions, and the feeling that the infamous family still resides inside their old home. So what exactly happened within those walls? What is the true story of the Ma Barker House, and why do so many believe it remains haunted today? In this chilling conversation, we speak with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to uncover the dark history, the shootout that shocked the nation, and the paranormal mysteries that still linger nearly a century later. #TrueGhostStory #Unexplained Voices #MaBarkerHouse #Hauntings #HauntedHouse #BarkerGang #ParanormalActivity #HauntedHistory #CrimeAndHaunting #TheGraveTalks #Apparitions #ParanormalInvestigations Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House stands as one of America's darkest historic landmarks. Born out of the blood and chaos of the Depression and Prohibition era, the home is tied forever to the infamous Barker family—criminals who left a trail of fear, violence, and trauma across the country. The Barkers weren't petty thieves. They were a notorious gang responsible for bank robberies, kidnappings, and brutal crimes that shook law enforcement to its core. Their reign of terror spread across state lines, creating a criminal empire that refused to be stopped—until the FBI closed in. What happened next was nothing short of carnage. The Barker gang's final stand inside the quiet lakeside home in Florida turned into the largest FBI shootout in American history, a bloody standoff that remains unrivaled to this day. Bullets tore through the house, ending lives and cementing the Ma Barker home as both a crime scene and a legend. But the story doesn't end with the gunfire. Many believe the spirits of the Barkers never left. Visitors and paranormal investigators alike report strange activity—unexplained voices, ghostly apparitions, and the feeling that the infamous family still resides inside their old home. So what exactly happened within those walls? What is the true story of the Ma Barker House, and why do so many believe it remains haunted today? In this chilling conversation, we speak with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to uncover the dark history, the shootout that shocked the nation, and the paranormal mysteries that still linger nearly a century later. This is Part Two of our conversation. #TrueGhostStory #Unexplained Voices #MaBarkerHouse #Hauntings #HauntedHouse #BarkerGang #ParanormalActivity #HauntedHistory #CrimeAndHaunting #TheGraveTalks #Apparitions #ParanormalInvestigations Love real ghost stories? Don't just listen—join us on YouTube and be part of the largest community of real paranormal encounters anywhere. Subscribe now and never miss a chilling new story:

Ep 253 is loose! And we've got a gang on our hands, lead by the notorious Ma Barker. Or was it...?Who was Ma Barker? How did she get this fearsome reputation? And did we find the perfect summer cocktail?The secret ingredient is...silver nitrate!Get cocktails, poisoning stories and historical true crime tales every week by following and subscribing to The Poisoners' Cabinet wherever you get your podcasts. Find us and our cocktails at www.thepoisonerscabinet.com Join us Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thepoisonerscabinet Find us on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thepoisonerscabinet Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepoisonerscabinet/ Find us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ThePoisonersCabinet Listen on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@ThePoisonersCabinet Sources this week include:https://www.fbi.gov/history/famous-cases/barker-karpis-ganghttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ma_Barkerhttps://mabarkerhouse.org/the-gang/https://www.crimeandinvestigation.co.uk/crime-files/ma-barkerhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvin_Karpishttps://allthatsinteresting.com/ma-barker Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

When the FBI's bullets stopped flying, the legend of Ma Barker's last stand was just beginning — and some say her ghost still keeps watch over the blood-soaked hideout to this day.Download The FREE Word Search Puzzle For This Episode: https://weirddarkness.com/MaBarkerGhostGet the Darkness Syndicate version of #WeirdDarkness: https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateDISCLAIMER: Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. *** Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised.IN THIS EPISODE: The Lingering Ghost of “Ma” Barker haunts the shores of Lake Weir in Florida. *** Sex with ghosts… is it erotic or horrific? *** An axe-wielding maniac stalked the streets of the Big Easy, and the only way to avoid slaughter was to play jazz.CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate)…00:00:00.000 = Lead-In00:01:11.112 = Show Open00:02:21.878 = The Axman of New Orleans00:10:32.292 = Ghost Sex: Erotic or Horrific00:19:40.119 = The Axman of New Orleans01:14:50.110 = Show CloseSOURCES AND RESOURCES FROM THE EPISODE…“Ghost Sex: Erotic or Horrific” written by G. Michael Vasey: http://amzn.to/2FQGHTV“The Lingering Ghost of ‘Ma Barker”: https://tinyurl.com/y5pdb6rd“The Axman of New Orleans”: https://tinyurl.com/y46okmow=====(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2025, Weird Darkness.=====Originally aired: January 24, 2021EPISODE PAGE at WeirdDarkness.com (includes list of sources): https://weirddarkness.com/MaBarkerGhostTAGS: Ma Barker, Barker gang, Lake Weir, Ocklawaha Florida, gangster history, haunted house Florida, FBI siege, Ma Barker ghost, true crime, Depression era gangs, public enemies, Alvin Karpis, Fred Barker, gangster hideout, haunted locations Florida, gangland shootout, Ma Barker legend, Lake Weir haunting, paranormal Florida, ghost stories, famous gangsters, 1930s crime, Barker-Karpis gang, haunted cottages, Ma Barker last stand, FBI history, true crime hauntings, Lake Weir ghost, haunted gangster hideout

The FULL Bob Rose Show for Thursday 1-16-25, including a new attempt to legalize recreational weed, Ma Barker and the FBI in Marion County, Pam Bondi slaying Dems, possible Mideast ceasefire, and the march to Trump's takeover

In this episode, retired Kansas City Police Intelligence Detective Gary jenkins welcomes John Oller, a former lawyer turned nonfiction author focusing on American history, biography, and true crime. John has authored a compelling true-crime book titled Gangster Hunters, shedding light on the often-overlooked FBI agents who pursued infamous criminals such as John Dillinger, Pretty Boy Floyd, and Bonnie and Clyde. While these gangsters are well-known in pop culture, the agents who risked their lives to bring them down—aside from figures like J. Edgar Hoover and Melvin Purvis—remain largely unsung. John takes us through his meticulous research process, which involved interviewing descendants of these agents and combing through FBI files. He paints a vivid picture of the early days of the FBI, where many agents, expecting desk jobs, found themselves facing off against heavily armed gangsters. We explore pivotal historical events, including the capture of Alvin Karpis, Hoover's drive to portray himself as a hands-on lawman, and notorious shootouts involving Babyface Nelson and Ma Barker. The conversation also delves into the reality of the gangster era, revealing how criminals often had superior firepower compared to law enforcement and how the FBI eventually adapted by recruiting sharpshooters, including ex-Texas Rangers, to handle these dangerous adversaries. Please tune in for a deep dive into the world of early FBI agents and the harrowing challenges they faced in the fight against America's most dangerous criminals. Click here to get this remarkable book, Gangster Hunters. Subscribe to get new gangster stories every week. Hit me up on Venmo for a cup of coffee or a shot and a beer @ganglandwire Click here to "buy me a cup of coffee" To go to the store or make a donation or rent Ballot Theft: Burglary, Murder, Coverup, click here To rent Brothers against Brothers, the documentary, click here.  To rent Gangland Wire, the documentary, click here To buy my Kindle book, Leaving Vegas: The True Story of How FBI Wiretaps Ended Mob Domination of Las Vegas Casinos. To subscribe on iTunes click here. Please give me a review and help others find the podcast. Donate to the podcast. Click here! Transcript [0:00]Well, Hey, welcome all you wiretappers out there back here in the studio of gangland wire. This is retired Kansas city police intelligence unit, Sergeant Gary Jenkins with another show. We're going back into the thirties today. You know, you leave deal with these seventies gangsters a lot and, and, uh, sixties gangsters, uh, mafia, but this is going to go back to the thirties and the days of the bank robbers, the Midwest bank robbers. I mean, they, they caught out at got a wide swath across this country and we have a book by john aller gangster hunters and here it is and you'll you'll find links in the show notes to where you can find that book he does a great job of telling many of the unknown stories and the known stories in great detail of the famous bank robbers dillinger and uh pretty boy floyd and and uh the ma barker gang and and machine gun Kelly and all those great nicknames. So welcome, John. I really appreciate you coming on the show. Thanks for having me. [1:02]John, how did you get into this? Tell us a little bit about your history. I was a lawyer for many years, and then I retired from active practice to pursue a writing career or writing avocation, I would call it. And I've concentrated on nonfiction, American history, biography and true crime I've done, this is my third true crime book which I find a genre that interests me what I found out is that while all the bank robbers Dillinger and Pretty Boy Floyd and Babyface Nelson, etc Bonnie and Clyde in particular have been written about many times over and movies made of them and everybody's heard of them very few people have heard know anything about the um kind of anonymous fbi agents who chased and captured and in some cases kil...

In this episode, we delve into the fascinating and tumultuous history of the Barker Karpis Gang, infamous criminals of the 1930s. The discussion unfolds with an exploration of their early beginnings, from small-time crooks to highly organized criminals, while navigating through the Great Depression. Central to our discussion is the controversial figure of Ma Barker, often depicted as the mastermind behind the gang's exploits. We challenge this narrative by examining FBI files and historical accounts, suggesting her role might have been exaggerated. Key events such as the dramatic shootout in Ocklawaha, Florida, that marked the end of Ma and Fred Barker, and high-profile kidnappings that placed them in the national spotlight are meticulously reviewed. The pivotal role of Alvin 'Creepy' Karpis in orchestrating their crimes and the eventual unraveling of the gang due to a single fingerprint are also highlighted. We provide insights into the strategic maneuvers and deadly mistakes that led to their capture, emphasizing the intersection of myth and reality in their story. Join us as we explore the rise and fall of one of America's most formidable criminal enterprises, questioning historical narratives and uncovering the hidden truths behind the legend.00:00 Introduction to the Barker Karpis Gang00:41 The Ma Barker Enigma01:17 The Dramatic Florida Shootout03:54 The Rise of the Barker Karpis Gang05:56 The William Hamm Jr. Kidnapping08:05 The Edward Bremer Kidnapping10:44 The Chilling Ransom Notes12:19 The Turning Point: A Single Fingerprint13:51 The FBI Closes In15:24 The Downfall of Ma and Fred Barker18:03 Unanswered Questions and Hidden Treasures18:40 Reflecting on the Barker Karpis Gang Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Matt Crawford speaks with author John Oller about his book, Gangster Hunters: How Hoover's G-men Vanquished America's Deadliest Public Enemies. J. Edgar Hoover was the face of the FBI. But the federal agents in the field, relentlessly chasing the most notorious gangsters of the 1930s with their own lives on the line, truly transformed the Bureau. In 1932, the FBI lacked jurisdiction over murder cases, bank robberies, and kidnappings. Relegated to the sidelines, agents spent their days at their desks. But all of that changed during the War on Crime. Hunting down infamous public enemies in tense, frequently blood-soaked shootouts, the Bureau was thrust onto the front pages for the first time. Young agents, fresh out of law school and anticipating a quiet, white-collar job, faced off with murderous felons who were heavily armed, clad in bulletproof vests, and owned cars that outraced the best vehicles the Bureau had. But the federal men were fiercely devoted—to the Bureau, to each other, and to bringing America's most wanted criminals to justice. The G-men crisscrossed the United States in pursuit of John Dillinger, Bonnie and Clyde, Ma Barker's criminal family, Baby Face Nelson, and Pretty Boy Floyd. But the green FBI agents were always one step behind and a moment too late, the criminals evading elaborate stakeouts and dramatic ambushes. Facing mounting criticism, with bodies left in their wake, the agents had to learn to adapt. After all, more than their reputations were at stake. Through incredible primary source research, John Oller transports readers right to the most harrowing and consequential raids of the 1930s, with fast-paced action that shows the lengths both sides would go to win.

Ocklawaha, Florida wasn't well known, and probably still won't be if it wasn't for Ma Barker and her gang… because that little town is where they made their last stand.

What would you do if you heard the gangster Ma Barker getting ready for the shootout that took her life? What was it like to walk in the footsteps of our forefathers while they prepared for war? Stay tuned, because in this special Halloween episode, we're diving into the eerie and the historical with a returning guest who has a unique opportunity to investigate some of the oldest and most haunted locations in America.I'm your host, Michael Herst, and this is One More Thing Before You Go. In this episode, we're thrilled to welcome back Dr. Kristy Sumner of Soul Sisters Paranormal. If you're new to the show, Kristy is one of the primary twin sisters of Soul Sisters Paranormal, an all-female team dedicated to exploring the paranormal. Dr. Kristy Sumner combines her passion for travel, history, and the paranormal to uncover the mysteries of some of the most historic and reportedly haunted locations in the U.S. From abandoned asylums to historic battlefields, Kristy and her team delve into the past to determine if spirit activity truly exists while highlighting the rich history of each site.Join us as we revisit some of Kristy's most chilling investigations and hear firsthand accounts of ghostly encounters that will send shivers down your spine. Whether you're a skeptic or a believer, this episode promises to be a thrilling journey through history and the supernatural. Happy Halloween!

Sandwiches?In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             “Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to be”              I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three reasons to marry a gay guy;1.      money,2.      social pressure and3.      camouflage.Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to be number two. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentle Mercy, Felicity, Rio sandwich."I am going to have so much fun breaking you in," Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll let you play with Mercy, she likes to be played with but you have to be firm. Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock to nod her head vigorously."What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with velvet hunger."She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips, titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink. Who's room?Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio."We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and, well, loosen you up a bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See,” and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor.No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the World as her true self, a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description.Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong with my life next, and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over."All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm.""Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I groan. 'To one's self be true', what else can I say?"It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly. "It has been downloaded to your phone, it is under Advocate Oath of Office.""Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?""Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down hours ago.Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know, who live in, France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where Belarus is, blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies, now I know! The viewing of Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one. They've used my damn private phone number."When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks cautiously."I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse; everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan."Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone number.""But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent it to all her buds still in lock-up too.""Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility, at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a house pet.""What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious."How would I know?" I am somewhat offended. Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my phone back.She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm. She also speaks seven freaking languages, I feel like such an underachiever right now, or male underwear model.Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous animals' clause."Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute warning," she is trying to be helpful."Paige seems to have vanished," I request, "so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The three of the saner women I know give me a nod.I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform. Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining to them, sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen. Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks Rio isn't looking.Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me. It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away, Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance."Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs. Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear.That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today, the air filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw, I have a cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of a kind; I'll spare it."Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling my name for a second or two."Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not being attacked by someone so she must need something from me."Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle Band-Aids and some dental floss."What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes translucent. Maybe she's teasing me.I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand the 'suit' to Rio.Top lesson:1.      Rio is in charge.Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to Felicity."You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps."That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins wickedly."I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else."I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now." Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me. Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's pointedly ignoring Felicity.Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me but I redirect her with a tilt of my head."I apologize," Felicity whispers."Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently. Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and her body stiffens."One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips. Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio presses a finger to Felicity's lips again."This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more. "Zane and I are closer than family, he's number 1 in my book; there is no other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back. My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you can't speak.""Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you, my hand to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?" Rio inquires."Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened."Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make excuses, bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt your ass down after tonight.""I can, I'm okay with this," Felicity says with less trepidation."Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you are leaving your bra with me tonight, go home without it. You only wear panties if you have my permission as well.""Yes,” Felicity falters."Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through. Payback is a bitch.""Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly."Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh, you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her ass and the other strokes her wet cunt.Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy, right. Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even seen Rio consider using."Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it up in about an hour," I give the bad news."Zane, damn, take over Mercy once more; I trust you with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her annoying, which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak."Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly resistant ass up and apart.Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions."What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls, waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this even doing in my collection anyway?""Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio grumbled."You didn't,” Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie Lynn twirls her toward orgasm."Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one 'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger of Evil."I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her throat, she has carefully hidden herself behind my, pillow; she's hiding by the simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so eerie I almost love her, love her."Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells on you but I'd probably end up with them in my cunt, now that actually, focus Rio!" she chastises herself."Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her nipples a stress test," Rio requests."Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige starts crawling over toward Felicity."Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head."Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot."Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you.""You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio cautiously."Zane, do something," Rio pleads."I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties pay, beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October," I add.Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige squirming on my 'meaty pole', see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus. Rio can't get away from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's treasures.Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment, figuratively speaking. Mercy's ass and cunt are getting a workout to the point I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action alone.

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the Depression and prohibition. Its storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity, including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events, was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shootout in history, holding that title today. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today, we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. Become a Premium Supporter of The Grave Talks Through Apple Podcasts or Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks) There, you will get: Access to every episode of our show, AD-FREE! Access to every episode of our show before everyone else! Other EXCLUSIVE supporter perks and more!

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the Depression and prohibition. Its storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity, including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events, was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shootout in history, holding that title today. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today, we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. This is Part Two of our conversation. Become a Premium Supporter of The Grave Talks Through Apple Podcasts or Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks) There, you will get: Access to every episode of our show, AD-FREE! Access to every episode of our show before everyone else! Other EXCLUSIVE supporter perks and more!

IN THIS EPISODE: The Lingering Ghost of “Ma” Barker haunts the shores of Lake Weir in Florida. *** Sex with ghosts… is it erotic or horrific? *** An axe-wielding maniac stalked the streets of the Big Easy, and the only way to avoid slaughter was to play jazz. YOUTUBE CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS…00:00:00.000 = Title Story Preview00:01:29.615 = Show Open00:03:02.464 = The Axman of New Orleans00:11:12.622 = Ghost Sex: Erotic or HorrificSOURCES AND REFERENCES FROM THE EPISODE…“Ghost Sex: Erotic or Horrific” written by G. Michael Vasey: http://amzn.to/2FQGHTV“The Lingering Ghost of ‘Ma Barker”: https://tinyurl.com/y5pdb6rd“The Axman of New Orleans”: https://tinyurl.com/y46okmowWeird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. = = = = =(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2024, Weird Darkness.= = = = =Originally aired: January 24, 2021

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There's a house just outside the town of Ocklawaha, Florida, that stands as one of the most infamous locations in America's gangland history. It was at this house where the last stand of the Barker gang took place and where Ma Barker and her son, Fred, battled it out with G-men before being shot to death. The violent and blood-soaked battle occurred many decades ago but there are many who believe it's not quite over for the spirits that still linger behind these walls. Check out our updated website and sign up for our newsletter at AmericanHauntingsPodcast.comWant an episode every week, plus other awesome perks and discounts? Check out our Patreon pageFind out merch at AmericanHauntingsClothing.comFollow us on Twitter @AmerHauntsPod, @TroyTaylor13, @CodyBeckSTLFollow us on Instagram @AmericanHauntingsPodcast, @TroyTaylorgram, @CodyBeckSTLThis episode was written by Troy TaylorProduced and edited by Cody BeckOur Sponsors:* Check out Rosetta Stone and use my code TODAY for a great deal: https://www.rosettastone.com/Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/american-hauntings-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Hey Spooksters! Today's episode is all about Kate Barker, better known as Ma Barker. She was the mother of several American criminals who ran the Barker–Karpis Gang during the "public enemy era" when the exploits of gangs of criminals in the Midwestern United States gripped the American people and press. Check out the following link for our socials, Patreon, & more https://linktr.ee/3spookedgirls Have a personal true crime story or paranormal encounter you'd like to share with us? Send us an email over to 3spookedgirls@gmail.com Thank you to Sarah Hester Ross for our intro music! Thank you to Edward October for our content warning!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I den avslutande delen om Ma Barker och The Barker Karpis Gang, går Marcus och Christoffer igenom kidnappningarna gänget började med, samt det omtalade slutet på Ma och Fred Huvudsaklig information kommer från boken Ma Barker Americas Most Wanted Mother av Howard Kazanijan och Chris Enss Stöd Oknytt på Patreon för att öka kvalitén på avsnitten och ta del av bonusmaterial: https://www.patreon.com/oknytt Följ Oknytt på sociala medier!  Insta: @oknyttpod Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Oknyttpod  Har du en berättelse du vill att vi ska ta upp? Maila den till: oknyttpod@gmail.com

Huvudsaklig information kommer från boken Ma Barker Americas Most Wanted Mother av Howard Kazanijan och Chris Enss I den andra delen om Ma Barker ligger fokus på Fred Barker och Alvin Karpis som kom att bli de som startade The Barker Karpis Gang och som inte hade något emot att döda några poliser under deras bankrån.  Stöd Oknytt på Patreon för att öka kvalitén på avsnitten och ta del av bonusmaterial: https://www.patreon.com/oknytt Följ Oknytt på sociala medier!  Insta: @oknyttpod Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Oknyttpod  Har du en berättelse du vill att vi ska ta upp? Maila den till: oknyttpod@gmail.com

I den första delen om Ma Barker och The Barker Karpis Gang går Marcus och Christoffer igenom de första åren i familjen Barkers liv och hur sönerna tidigt kom in på brottets bana.  Huvudsaklig information kommer från boken Ma Barker Americas Most Wanted Mother av Howard Kazanijan och Chris Enss Stöd Oknytt på Patreon för att öka kvalitén på avsnitten och ta del av bonusmaterial: https://www.patreon.com/oknytt Följ Oknytt på sociala medier!  Insta: @oknyttpod Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Oknyttpod  Har du en berättelse du vill att vi ska ta upp? Maila den till: oknyttpod@gmail.com  

Mike and Ethan meet with Bloody Mama, also known as Ma Barker a real-life crime lord! Ethan wants out immediately, but Mike is sympathetic to Ma and her boys. Ma Barker loved her boys maybe a little too much and they all became psychopaths and wreaked havoc on whatever local communities were nearby. Will this crime family have a happy ending?Shelly Winters plays Ma Barker. She originally played a parody of Ma Barker in Batman 1966. She was known as Ma Parker and also toted a machine gun. This may have gotten her this role.Anyway here's the first shot of Shelly Winters as Ma Barker. It sets the scene for the rest of this movie.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-other-half/exclusive-content

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the Depression and prohibition. Its storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity, including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events, was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shootout in history, holding that title today. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today, we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. Become a Premium Supporter of The Grave Talks Through Apple Podcasts or Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks) There, you will get: Access to every episode of our show, AD-FREE! Access to every episode of our show before everyone else! Other EXCLUSIVE supporter perks and more!

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the Depression and prohibition. Its storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity, including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events, was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shootout in history, holding that title today. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today, we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. This is Part Two of our conversation. Become a Premium Supporter of The Grave Talks Through Apple Podcasts or Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks) There, you will get: Access to every episode of our show, AD-FREE! Access to every episode of our show before everyone else! Other EXCLUSIVE supporter perks and more!

PLEASE SHARE THIS EPISODE in your social media so others who loves strange and macabre stories can listen too! Find all of podcasts I host at https://weirddarkness.com/links.IN THIS EPISODE: The Lingering Ghost of “Ma” Barker haunts the shores of Lake Weir in Florida. *** Sex with ghosts… is it erotic or horrific? *** An axe-wielding maniac stalked the streets of the Big Easy, and the only way to avoid slaughter was to play jazz. SOURCES AND REFERENCES FROM THE EPISODE…“Ghost Sex: Erotic or Horrific” written by G. Michael Vasey: http://amzn.to/2FQGHTV“The Lingering Ghost of ‘Ma Barker”: https://tinyurl.com/y5pdb6rd“The Axman of New Orleans”: https://tinyurl.com/y46okmowVisit our Sponsors & Friends: https://weirddarkness.com/sponsorsJoin the Weird Darkness Syndicate: https://weirddarkness.com//syndicateAdvertise in the Weird Darkness podcast or syndicated radio show: https://weirddarkness.com/advertise = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. Background music provided by Alibi Music Library, EpidemicSound and/or StoryBlocks with paid license. Music from Shadows Symphony (https://tinyurl.com/yyrv987t), Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ) Kevin MacLeod (https://tinyurl.com/y2v7fgbu), Tony Longworth (https://tinyurl.com/y2nhnbt7), and Nicolas Gasparini (https://tinyurl.com/lnqpfs8) is used with permission of the artists.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =OTHER PODCASTS I HOST…Paranormality Magazine: (COMING SEPT. 30, 2023) https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/paranormalitymagMicro Terrors: Scary Stories for Kids: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/microterrorsRetro Radio – Old Time Radio In The Dark: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/retroradioChurch of the Undead: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/churchoftheundead= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2023, Weird Darkness.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =TRANSCRIPT: https://weirddarkness.com/archives/16752This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/3655291/advertisement

Historiquement Vôtre réunit de dangereuses braqueuses : Ching Shih, qui reste considérée comme la plus redoutée, et la plus puissante aussi, des pirates de toute la mer de Chine. Une veuve de pirate qui a pris la tête d'une flotte de quelque 70.000 hommes avec une seule mission : piller les navires ennemis. Et on peut dire qu'elle a réussi… Puis, elle, est restée sur terre, aux Etats-Unis, pour semer la terreur, en étant “le cerveau” d'un gang de braqueurs du midwest composé de ses 4 fils notamment : Ma Barker qui aurait même inspirée une certaine Ma Dalton dans les aventures de Lucky Luke. Et des filles qui n'ont fait de mal à personne, mais qui ont fait beaucoup de bien au basket français, en ouvrant en 2009, lors de l'Euro, l'une des plus belles pages de son histoire : "Les Braqueuses" !

Historiquement Vôtre réunit de dangereuses braqueuses : Ching Shih, qui reste considérée comme la plus redoutée, et la plus puissante aussi, des pirates de toute la mer de Chine. Une veuve de pirate qui a pris la tête d'une flotte de quelque 70.000 hommes avec une seule mission : piller les navires ennemis. Et on peut dire qu'elle a réussi… Puis, elle, est restée sur terre, aux Etats-Unis, pour semer la terreur, en étant “le cerveau” d'un gang de braqueurs du midwest composé de ses 4 fils notamment : Ma Barker qui aurait même inspirée une certaine Ma Dalton dans les aventures de Lucky Luke. Et des filles qui n'ont fait de mal à personne, mais qui ont fait beaucoup de bien au basket français, en ouvrant en 2009, lors de l'Euro, l'une des plus belles pages de son histoire : "Les Braqueuses" !

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Programa 3x165. Recuperem una bio pendent de la temporada anterior i, de passada, toquem el tema "atracadors i g

Era una dulce mamita, leía la biblia, cocinaba cosas ricas y mantenía la casa en órden. Claro, eso después de guiar a sus queridos niños por el camino del mal...

Episode 68: It's the Real Thing is not about a Coca Cola ad, which you would not even think about anyway if you are under the age of 55, but it is about hands, hand in hand, fingerprints on one's hands, Ma Barker's gang of outlaws during the Depression and . . . hands, particularly Nancy June's hands and her lovely poem.

This week, Georgia tells the story of William H. Wallace and the murder of his wife, Julia Wallace, and Karen covers the legendary Ma Barker.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode we discuss infamous "gang leader" Ma Barker, Alvin Karpis, money in kidnapping, new noses, and the FBI wouldn't lie would they?

BHMD Podcast presented by #NeemaBarnette returns for Season 3 Episode 5 with a special Hip Hop edition featuring a conversation with Sha-Queen a.k.a. Ma Barker who at the age of 12 she began her rap career performing with artist such as LL Cool J, 50 Cent, NOE from ByrdGang , Kool G Rap. Hosted by Rapper/Producer Eleven Ego Crusher.

True crime and ghostly folklore go together like Chicago and bootlegging or guns and bullets… …and when you're in the shadow of Ocala, no gangster can rest in peace without a ghost story. Florida's haunted locations act as a map of unusual crime and famous villains, but there is one name that keeps coming up when you talk old time criminals and Florida phantoms. Ma Barker might be one of the lesser known names to some outsiders, but her family's story is intermixed with that of the state. Her house, or the reflection of it, forces us to keep asking about both sides of the mirror. Join Trippers Christopher Balzano and Nicole MU as they look into the true story of this infamous woman and the ghosts who continue to rat tat tat at the scene of her death. And we would love to hear your local urban legends about haunted crime scenes. Feel free to call our new phone number during our live shows to get involved, share a legend you've heard, or to just ask a question at (813) 418-6822. Check out Christopher Balzano's books, including the newly released Haunted Ocala National Forest at: https://www.amazon.com/Christopher-Balzano/e/B001PH5BA6?ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vu00_i0 You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com. Follow us at: www.facebook.com/trippingonlegends Twitter: @SpookyBalzano Instagram: @SpookyTripping #TOL #creepy #weirdflorida #hauntedhistory #unexplained #ghost #ghoststories #folklore #hauntedfolklore #floridafolklore #legendtripping #urbanlegend #paranormal #followthesigns #haunted #floridahistory #supernatural #hauntedlove #haint #hauntedOcala #truecrime #mabarker #mabarkerhouse #mirrormagic #lakeweir

Shanda discusses the history of the still active Italian Mafia known as the 'Ndrangheta, whose criminal acts, secret sects, power struggles, and infighting led to multiple wars that killed hundreds of people. Ashley tells the story of Ma Barker, the notorious matriarch of the Barker-Karpis Gang that terrorized St. Paul, MN under orders of a corrupt police chief in the the 1930s; however, an FBI coverup may have altered her story. You can find us at: Facebook Instagram You can find Shanda at: Facebook Instagram You can find Ashley at: Crimson Moon Farm YouTube Crimson Moon Farm Facebook Crimson Moon Farm TikTok --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/passingnotes/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/passingnotes/support

This episode of Big Blend Radio's 4th Thursday "Jefferson Highway" Show focuses on the three historic outlaw women - Belle Starr, Edna Murray "The Kissing Bandit," and Ma Barker. Created by the Jefferson Highway Association which was originally founded in 1915, the Jefferson Highway is an international highway, also known as "The Pines to the Palms Highway," that runs from Winnipeg, Canada to New Orleans, Louisiana. Learn more at: https://jeffersonhighway.org/ Featured guests include: - Roger Bell - President of the Jefferson Highway Association - Dr Ron Hood - Property owner of Belle Starr's Homestead and Gravesite - Cynthia Schreiner Smith - Owner of Cyn City Tours in St Paul, and co-author of “Alvin Karpis and the Barker Gang in Minnesota.” https://www.cyncitytours.com/ Featured music on the show is "Little Liar" from the album "Glorious Glorious" by The Joiners: https://thejoinerhouse.bandcamp.com/album/glorious-glorious Special thanks to the Natchitoches Convention and Visitors Bureau who represent Louisiana's Oldest City, which is also on the Jefferson Highway. See: https://www.natchitoches.com/ 

Kim Kardashian, donuts, and dresser organization. It's another classic OWTTA episode. This week Daniele discusses Ma Barker and her gang which consisted of her four sons and one of their acquaintances. Ma Barker was considered a criminal mastermind and was feared by FBI director, J. Edgar Hoover. Ma loved her adventurous life until one day she ended up in a four-hour shooting stand-off with authorities. The Momo Challenge hoax took place during the years 2018 and 2019. Known as an internet urban legend, it was reported that children and young adolescents were enticed by a user who went by the name Momo to complete various tasks. If they refused those tasks then bad things would happen. During this time, several countries were warning parents and children against Momo. It later came out that Momo may have been a hoax. Danielle's Sources: https://allthatsinteresting.com/ma-barker https://www.biography.com/crime-figure/ma-barker Sandra's Sources: https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2019/02/momo-challenge-hoax/583825/ https://open.spotify.com/episode/56xd2H8vVCnqUkA2LUR1Le https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Momo_Challenge_hoax --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/oywiththeterroralready/support

The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the depression and prohibition. It's storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shoot out in history, holding that title to this day. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. In part two of our interview on the Ma Barker House, we ask Kristy of Soul Sisters Paranormal:   Is the land where the house once stood haunted?  What went through Kristy and her fellow investigator's mind when they heard the voices of the Bakers begin to talk about the shoot out that happened more than 80 years ago.  Is the house haunted by the residual energy of a tragic night? Or, do the intelligent spirits of this crime family still live in the Ma Maker House to this day?  Does anyone besides the spirits of the Barkers reside in the house today?  Is there anything that seems to bring the spirits of the Barkers out of the shadows?  Do you think the Barkers have a message they want to get across to people today?  To listen to part 2 of our interview, become a Grave Keeper at http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks 

The Ma Barker House is a product of the criminal dark times of the depression and prohibition. It's storied history links it back to the Barker criminal family of the time. Criminal activity including bank robberies, kidnapping, and other traumatic events was inflicted on those who crossed the Barker family's path the wrong way. Eventually, the FBI would catch up to the gang, ending in the carnage. It would be known as the largest FBI shoot out in history, holding that title to this day. What exactly happened after the dramatic shoot-out? What is the full story of the Ma Barker House, and do the Barkers still reside there today? Today we talk with Kristy Summer of SoulSistersParanormal.com to find out. In part two of our interview on the Ma Barker House, we ask Kristy of Soul Sisters Paranormal:   Is the land where the house once stood haunted?  What went through Kristy and her fellow investigator's mind when they heard the voices of the Bakers begin to talk about the shoot out that happened more than 80 years ago.  Is the house haunted by the residual energy of a tragic night? Or, do the intelligent spirits of this crime family still live in the Ma Maker House to this day?  Does anyone besides the spirits of the Barkers reside in the house today?  Is there anything that seems to bring the spirits of the Barkers out of the shadows?  Do you think the Barkers have a message they want to get across to people today?  To listen to part 2 of our interview, become a Grave Keeper at http://www.patreon.com/thegravetalks 

In today's episode, we visit the Roaring 20's, Prohibition and meet some really dumb criminals.  Check out Shea & Olive to get some awesome natural skin care products for 20% off.XOXO Page + JennEmail us your stories at StatesPod@gmail.comFollow us on Instagram at StatesExhibitPodcast

Although true crime has experienced a huge renaissance over the last several years, movies based on true crimes have been popular for decades. In the 1930s, many movies were made, based on prominent gangsters of the time, such as Al Capone, and Ma Barker. However, in the mid-30s, when the Hays Code was enforced, much […]

In this episode… a walk-through history… with ghost? what would you do if you heard the gangster Ma Barker getting ready but the shootout that took her life? What was it like to walk in the footsteps our forefathers while they prepared for war? Stay tuned in this episode we're going to talk to a paranormal investigator who I've had on this show before, that has that unique opportunity to investigate some very old and haunted historical locations... I'm your host Michael Herst and this is That Thing About Walking Through History: A Conversation with Ghosts I am so happy and excited to have Kristy Sumner back on the show as my guest, if your new to the show she is one of the primary twin sisters of soul sisters paranormal, she was on the show back in September 2020 episode 20 shortly after I started One More Thing Before You Go, and again as a throwback Friday on April 21, 2021, episode 79. Dr. Kristy Sumner is a professional paranormal investigator that coupled her passion for travel, history and the paranormal and formed Soul Sisters Paranormal, an all-female team, made up of Sumner, sisters and some friends. The team, Soul Sisters Paranormal, travel to some of the most historic, and reportedly haunted, location in the U.S. to determine for themselves if spirit activity does exist and to highlight the rich history of each location. Find out how to find Christie, Soul Sisters Paranormal and more at https://beforeyougopodcast.com This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Podcorn - https://podcorn.com/privacy

She raised four troubled boys and was one of the greatest accomplices for the mob of all time. Listen to learn about Ma Barker and her tragic death. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/samuel-bratton2/support

“THE LINGERING GHOST OF MA BARKER” and 2 More Terrifying True Stories! #WeirdDarknessIN THIS EPISODE: The Lingering Ghost of “Ma” Barker haunts the shores of Lake Weir in Florida. *** Sex with ghosts… is it erotic or horrific? *** An axe-wielding maniac stalked the streets of the Big Easy, and the only way to avoid slaughter was to play jazz. *** (Dark Archives episode, originally posted December 02, 2018)SOURCES AND ESSENTIAL WEB LINKS…“Ghost Sex: Erotic or Horrific” written by G. Michael Vasey: http://amzn.to/2FQGHTV “The Lingering Ghost of ‘Ma Barker”: https://tinyurl.com/y5pdb6rd “The Axman of New Orleans”: https://tinyurl.com/y46okmow Subscribe to the podcast by searching for Weird Darkness wherever you listen to podcasts – or use this RSS feed link: https://www.spreaker.com/show/3655291/episodes/feed.Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. Background music provided by Alibi Music, EpidemicSound and/or AudioBlocks with paid license. Music from Shadows Symphony (https://tinyurl.com/yyrv987t), Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ), Kevin MacLeod (https://tinyurl.com/y2v7fgbu), Tony Longworth (https://tinyurl.com/y2nhnbt7), and/or Nicolas Gasparini/Myuu (https://tinyurl.com/lnqpfs8) is used with permission. 

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Tillsammans med sina fyra söner var hon en av frontfigurerna i det amerikanska 30-talets gangstervärld. Hon sades vara hjärnan bakom deras brutala liga, men i själva verket tycks hennes person vara lika svårfångad som svartmålad. Redaktionen för detta avsnitt består av:Julia Grauers programledareEmilia Mellberg manus och researchMårten Andersson producentPablo Leiva Wenger scenuppläsareJulia Öjbrandt ljuddesign och slutmix Medverkar gör också Lars Lampers, journalist med inriktning på kriminalhistoria.Vill du veta mer om Ma Barker? Här är några av de böcker som ligger till grund för avsnittet:Ma Barker: America's Most Wanted Mother av Chris Enss och Howard Kazanjian Alvin Karpis and the Barker Gang in Minnesota av Deborah Frethem och Cynthia Schreiner Smith Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the F.B.I., 1933-34 av Bryan Burrough

Tillsammans med sina fyra söner var hon en av frontfigurerna i det amerikanska 30-talets gangstervärld. Hon sades vara hjärnan bakom deras brutala liga, men i själva verket tycks hennes person vara lika svårfångad som svartmålad. Redaktionen för detta avsnitt består av:Julia Grauers programledareEmilia Mellberg manus och researchMårten Andersson producentPablo Leiva Wenger scenuppläsareJulia Öjbrandt ljuddesign och slutmix Medverkar gör också Lars Lampers, journalist med inriktning på kriminalhistoria.Vill du veta mer om Ma Barker? Här är några av de böcker som ligger till grund för avsnittet:Ma Barker: America's Most Wanted Mother av Chris Enss och Howard Kazanjian Alvin Karpis and the Barker Gang in Minnesota av Deborah Frethem och Cynthia Schreiner Smith Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the F.B.I., 1933-34 av Bryan Burrough

Tillsammans med sina fyra söner var hon en av frontfigurerna i det amerikanska 30-talets gangstervärld. Hon sades vara hjärnan bakom deras brutala liga, men i själva verket tycks hennes person vara lika svårfångad som svartmålad. Redaktionen för detta avsnitt består av:Julia Grauers programledareEmilia Mellberg manus och researchMårten Andersson producentPablo Leiva Wenger scenuppläsareJulia Öjbrandt ljuddesign och slutmix Medverkar gör också Lars Lampers, journalist med inriktning på kriminalhistoria.Vill du veta mer om Ma Barker? Här är några av de böcker som ligger till grund för avsnittet:Ma Barker: America's Most Wanted Mother av Chris Enss och Howard Kazanjian Alvin Karpis and the Barker Gang in Minnesota av Deborah Frethem och Cynthia Schreiner Smith Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the F.B.I., 1933-34 av Bryan Burrough

“CONTRARY CHEMTRAILS” and More Strange But True Stories! #WeirdDarknessPlease SHARE this episode with someone who loves paranormal stories, true crime, monsters, or mysteries like you do! Telling others about Weird Darkness helps make it possible for me to keep doing the podcast! IN THIS EPISODE: The chemtrail conspiracy theory posits the belief that long-lasting condensation trails, also known as “contrails” are in fact "chemtrails" consisting of chemical or biological agents purposefully left in the sky by high-flying aircraft, sprayed for nefarious purposes and undisclosed to the general public. The scientific community has dismissed the theory, but others insist the truth is simply being covered up. Who is telling the truth? What is the truth? We'll look at the controversy over contrails. (Contrary Chemtrails) *** In 1947, Major Jesse Marcel was sent to a crash site near Roswell, New Mexico to investigate what happened. We all know the story from there – the strange metal, the alien bodies, the confiscated extraterrestrial technology, the weather-balloon story we initially believed and then didn't believe. Now, more than seven decades later, Jesse Marcel's grandchildren are speaking up about their knowledge of what happened at Roswell. (The Roswell Grandchildren) *** If you look up the term “water babies” on the net, you might find something akin to swim classes for newborns and toddlers. But if you mention the term “water babies” near Pyramid Lake in Nevada, a much, much darker scene comes to mind. (Water Babies Aren't As Cute As They Sound) *** According to the Bible, no man knows the day Christ will return. But that didn't stop William Miller from predicting anyway. Not once, but three times – and he was wrong, three times. (William Miller's Great Disappointment)STORY SOURCES AND MUSIC CREDITS…(Over time links may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in the show notes immediately.)“Water Babies Aren't As Cute As They Sound” by David Clarke for Standard News https://tinyurl.com/rm7pouxz, and Weird U.S. https://tinyurl.com/yfhnphpy “Contrary Chemtrails” from Duncan Phenix for Mystery Wire https://tinyurl.com/1ogrr2es, and Earth Island Journal https://tinyurl.com/2z4569ea “The Roswell Grandchildren” from Newsweek: https://tinyurl.com/jq96lzxo “William Miller's Great Disappointment” by Dr. Romeo Vitelli for Providentia: https://tinyurl.com/2r6ovl8f Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. Background music, varying by episode, provided by Alibi Music, EpidemicSound and/or AudioBlocks with paid license. Music from Shadows Symphony (https://tinyurl.com/yyrv987t), Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ), Kevin MacLeod (https://tinyurl.com/y2v7fgbu), Tony Longworth (https://tinyurl.com/y2nhnbt7), and/or Nicolas Gasparini/Myuu (https://tinyurl.com/lnqpfs8) is used with permission. 

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