Halloween Special: The Candy Lady

Hey, Serial Killers listeners, it's Carter Roy. I'm the host of Conspiracy Theories, and you might actually recognize my voice from this show. I like to pop in every few years to do a special crossover episode covering cases with strong conspiracy elements like the Osage murders or the Tylenol murders. Now, today's episode isn't a crossover, but I have been invited to share my favorite Serial Killers Halloween episodes. The episodes I picked are just good stories, blending fictional scares with real-life horrors. And I want to remind everyone that the big host reveal is coming. Keep an eye on this feed for some special content leading up to the premiere. Now, please enjoy The Candy Lady. So due to the graphic nature of this story, listener discretion is advised. This episode includes depictions of kidnapping, murder, and gruesome child death. We advise extreme caution for children under 13. Don't trust strangers with candy. We all heard the advice as kids, and then promptly went door-to-door taking candy from strangers. On Halloween night, that rule hits the garbage bin, piled under candy wrappers and diet plans. But it's wisdom worth listening to. Candy can conceal danger, not just under the wrapper, but in the hands giving it away. That's the moral of the urban legend of the Texas Candy Lady, a mythical serial killer who targets children. But she's not the only danger out there. Some candy-bearing killers are all too real. So this Halloween week, our episode's a little different. I'll present our spin on the Candy Lady, a killer who's probably fictional. After that, we cover three eerily similar crimes that actually happened. Each real crime serves the same warning: don't trust strangers with candy. I'm Vanessa Richardson, and this is Serial Killers, a Spotify podcast. You can find us here every Monday. Be sure to check us out on Instagram, @SerialKillersPodcast. 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He wouldn't have to listen to his mean classmates, or his parents treating him like a baby. He'd be happy, and he'd be alone. Actually, he'd probably bring Evan. Speaking of, Leo finally saw Evan, clomping across the playground. His thick glasses threaded through his eyes. He was so happy, he was about to cry. with the principle and a political police officer. He couldn't hear them talking, but Evan's mom doubled over, crying. Leo kept looking for Evan the rest of the day, but he never found him. He couldn't quite explain it, but he had the feeling that he wouldn't ever find him. He ate a handful of gummy worms to make himself feel better. At dinner that night, Leo's parents were unusually quiet. Mom didn't ask how his day was, even though today he actually wanted to talk about it. He pushed away his leftover meatloaf. He was too full of gummies. Then he spoke up. Evan wasn't at school today. I saw his mom crying. His mom and dad looked at each other in a worried way. Mom rubbed his arm and said she was sure everything would be okay, but she used her lying voice, the voice she used when she didn't think Leo was grown up enough. He pulled away from her and huffed. There was so much he wanted to say, that he was tired of being treated like a baby, that he wanted to pick his own clothes, that he was really scared and he wanted his parents to be honest with him. But all he managed was, it's not fair. He ran to his mom and said, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I can help you. I'm sorry, but I'm not Leo leapt onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow, crying hot tears. Suddenly, he heard his window slide open. A chill breeze blew across the back of his neck. He turned to see a woman with stringy hair and crooked teeth, crouching on the sill. She was hideous. But then she pulled a tin from behind her back, bright candies and chocolates, filled the brim. Leo's heart pounded. It was the candy lady. Leo ran toward her, then hesitated. 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He was in a nice, cozy kitchen at a dining table. A wood fire oven with an open door glowed at the other side of the room. A hand touched his shoulder, and Leo turned around sharply. Now, in the dim light of the fire, he saw the candy lady. Her hair was tied back in a disheveled bun, and she wore an old-looking dress like grandmas always wore in books. When she grinned at him, she had yellowed, chipped teeth. He winced, which only made her laugh. She tapped her front teeth. Leo couldn't help but smile back. But then he felt a very big sadness in his chest. The candy lady tussled his hair. What's wrong, sugar lump? Leo looked around. No sign of Evan. You said Evan wanted me to have some candy, but I don't know where he is. The candy lady nodded sympathetically. Don't worry. You'll see him soon. Leo did feel a little better, but there was something about the candy lady's tone. It reminded him of his mom's lying voice. Then she leaned in as if to whisper a secret. You know what always makes me feel better? Candy. She pulled the tin seemingly out of nowhere and placed it on the table. The candy lady looked at the table in front of Leo. His eyes lit up. There were neon blue and pink hard candies, rich chocolate chunks, and gooey gummy worms. Eat up! Leo didn't need to be told twice. He shoveled fistfuls of sweets into his mouth. There was a party on his tongue, and he wanted to dance. This is what being a grown-up was like. Mom and Dad couldn't tell him what to do now. After a few more mouthfuls, Leo. Leo slowed down. His stomach gurgled and cramped. He felt like if he ate much more, he'd throw up. But he'd never tasted candy this good in his life. He stared down at the tin. He hadn't even made a dent in the mountain of candy. Probably because the candy lady was magical. He had very smartly figured that out without needing to ask. She was like the witch in Hansel and Gretel, only way nicer. He felt her comfort. She came up behind him. You better keep eating, my licorice love drop. I made all of that for you. Leo shook his head. He was definitely going to be sick. Then he felt something sharp prod into his back. I said keep eating. Leo turned and came face to face with a large kitchen knife. Leo leapt from his chair, barely dodging the blade as the candy lady swung. Leo ducked under the table as she swung again. He crawled toward the side closest to the door, but the candy lady's feet blocked his path. She bent down, her eyes wide and wild. Leo crab-walked away toward the wood stove. The candy lady shot to the other side of the table, blocking him again. Leo had no way out. The candy lady was going to kill him. But seeing her legs in front of the oven, he thought about Hansel and Gretel again. She was like the witch, and the kids in the story beat her by pushing her into an oven. He did his best battle cry and charged toward her knees. She stumbled backward. His heart raced. She was going in. But then she caught herself. The candy lady leered down at Leo, flashing her crooked teeth. She raised her knife. Then she paused, sniffing. Leo did, too. Sugary smoke filled his nostrils like burnt marshmallows. The candy lady looked behind her. Her dress was on fire. She swatted at her skirt, turning away from Leo. He took his chance and scrambled out the door. As Leo burst into the cold night air, he found himself surrounded by looming corn stalks. He was in a field. He knew this field. It was the one near his school, and the candy lady's house was the one he daydreamed of living in. That dream went up in flames, along with the house. Leo stared, dumbstruck, as the candy lady appeared in the doorway, whole body ablaze. She ran right at him. Who actually ate? Did they finish? Gray roots entering the chat? Uninvited? Garnier's got you. Garnier Color Sensation Root Retouch covers up to 100% of grays in just 10 minutes. No ammonia, no mess, and the color lasts up to four weeks. 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The boy wore a licorice crown, like a candy king. Then he saw a smashed pair of thick glasses and a familiar red scarf. Evan. Leo tried to understand. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Evan was his friend. He would see him tomorrow at recess. Wouldn't he? He crawled close to Evan's body. Tears rolled down his face as he whispered, Let's not be candy kings, okay? Okay? Cornstalk snapped behind him. The candy lady was coming. Leo gave Evan one last hug, then ran. And ran. And ran. Yet he still heard the raspy laughter getting closer. Finally, he reached the road. Before he could see, he saw Evan. Before he could take a breath, headlights blared toward him. The car screeched to a halt, the doors flew open, and Leo's mom and dad emerged. Dad scooped him up into a huge hug, and mom wrapped her arms around them both. They kissed his cheeks and told him how sorry they were. They knew he was a big boy. He didn't need to run away to prove it. Leo's heart was still pounding. He didn't have the words to explain. He was just a little boy. He was just glad they were there. His face twisted, and he burst into tears. His parents hugged him even tighter. Between their arms, he looked back toward the cornfield. There was no smoke. No candy lady. As if nothing had happened. Just cornstalks blowing in the wind. Leo began to wonder if he had imagined the whole thing. But on the drive back home, he felt something in his pocket. He felt something in his pocket. A colorful, hard candy that hadn't been there before. He unwrapped it and saw a handwritten message. I hope you enjoyed your treats. I've got something even sweeter for you next time. From the Candy Lady. The Legend of the Candy Lady The Legend of the Candy Lady is shrouded in mystery. Most people who know the story agree on the details, but historical records do little to back them up. The Candy Lady allegedly began as a woman named Clara Crane. In the late 1800s, her daughter died in a farming accident in Terrell, Texas, just outside Dallas. She blamed her husband for being drunk and negligent. As revenge, she murdered him by feeding him poisoned candy. Crane was arrested and committed to an asylum. But after a few years, the asylum faced overcrowding, and she was released. Because she was soft-spoken and polite, the staff determined Clara was fit enough to return to society. As the legend goes, not long after Crane's release, local children began disappearing. All that was found was their teeth left in the cornfields. But it wasn't only kids in danger. A sheriff investigating the missing children was also discovered in a field, dead. His eyes were missing, and his pockets were full of candy. That's when some kids fessed up about finding sweets left on their windowsills, by Clara Crane, they presumed. But by then, she'd vanished, as if she'd become something more than human. At least, according to the legend. There are no newspaper archives about the missing children or the murdered sheriff. In fact, there's no paper record indicating that. Clara Crane ever existed. But that doesn't mean she wasn't the manifestation of a real fear. The Candy Lady may have been inspired by a case gripping the nation in the late 1800s. The kidnapping of Charlie Ross. It's commonly suggested that Charlie's kidnapping is where the phrase don't take candy from strangers comes from. On July 1st, 1874, four-year-old Charlie was kidnapped, from his own yard, by William Mosher and Joseph Douglas. During the week before, Mosher and Douglas stopped by the Rosses' yard several times. They'd say hello to Charlie and his older brother, Walter, and give them candy. The boys loved it. Walter even mentioned the unusual kindness to their father, Christian. At the time, Christian didn't raise an eyebrow. Candy hadn't been used maliciously before. He didn't know. He should be worried. After the kidnapping, Christian dedicated the rest of his life to searching for Charlie and raising awareness for missing children. The way Charlie was lured from his home with candy was a big part of the story. The dire warnings spread across America. And when they reached Texas, they poured gas on the Candy Lady legend. Though for some children in Texas, the most dangerous candy didn't come from stories. It didn't come from strangers at all. It came from their own parents. On Halloween 1974, Ronald O'Brien gave his two children and their three friends oversized candy straws. It wasn't until Ronald's son, Timothy, died that anyone else realized that powdery candy was laced with cyanide. It was pure luck that none of the other four children tried their poisoned candy before the crime was uncovered. Ronald had plotted to murder four children. Ronald O'Brien had plotted to murder his own children to commit insurance fraud and other children to cover up the scheme. When that story hit the news, American parents grew even more cautious of Halloween treats, especially those around Houston, where the O'Brien family had lived. The Candy Lady legend was already present in Texas. Now the fears were refreshed. Even if she wasn't real, there were people like her in the world, in Texas. And more. There were more than one. Ronald O'Brien is often nicknamed the Candy Man. But he's not the only killer with that name. There's also serial killer Dean Corll. In the 1960s, Dean Corll worked for his family's candy factory in Houston, Texas. The Corll Candy Company was popular with local kids and teens. It was right across from a local elementary school, and Dean often gave passing kids free samples. Eventually, the factory morphed into a local hangout, especially once Dean set up a pool table. boys, and didn't stop after the factory closed in 1968. He just started inviting them to his home. There, he'd torture and kill the poor teens. Sometimes he forced them to call their parents or write a letter claiming they'd left town for a while. Between 1970 and 1973, Corll killed at least 28 people, mostly teenage boys. If you want more detail, we've covered his crimes on past episodes of Serial Killers, but I wanted to highlight that Corll's victims lived in the same region as the Candy Lady legend. They'd very possibly heard it growing up, as did their parents. That makes it even more tragic. Because, despite its mythical nature, the Candy Lady tale warns of a real danger. People who seem friendly on the outside may not be. And while we dismiss urban legends as fiction, their morals can protect you from something even worse. Hiding in the shadows. Thanks for listening to Serial Killers, a Spotify podcast. We release new episodes every Monday, and be sure to check us out on Twitter and Instagram. at Serial Killers Podcast. Don't forget to check all the candy before eating it this Halloween. And stay safe out there. Serial Killers is a Spotify podcast. This episode was written by Joseph Bricker, edited by Amin Osman, Alex Garland, and Maggie Admire. Researched and fact-checked by Mickey Taylor, and sound designed by Alex Button. Our head of programming is Julian Boirot, our head of production is Nick Johnson, and Spencer Howard is our post-production supervisor. I'm your host, Vanessa Richardson. Starting a business can seem like a daunting task, unless you have a partner like Shopify. They have the tools you need to start and grow your business. From designing a website, to marketing, to selling, and beyond, Shopify can help with everything you need. There's a reason millions of companies like Mattel, Heinz, and Allbirds continue to trust and use them. With Shopify on your side, turn your big business idea into. Sign up for your $1 per month trial at shopify.com slash special offer. Tammy regularly hauls stuff to her kids at college. 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