5 True Scary Pizza Delivery Stories From Reddit (Vol. 2)

[Music] I was a pizza delivery driver for eight months here in Midtown Detroit it felt like years I have had some real terrible jobs since I dropped out of college but being a delivery driver was by far the worst thing I've ever had to do for money it goes way beyond just being talked to like a moron by some heavyset sour manian shop owner or being screwed out of a tip by some white-trash bimbo who lies about the lateness of her order I've been robbed beaten up and almost killed while on the job the first time was when I was delivering to an apartment building over near eight mile I had just gotten out of my car and was grabbing the pies from the back seats when I saw this group of teenagers approaching my car they start making jokes about how beat up my old Taurus was and I'd be lying if I said they had no grounds to a thing was a complete rust box and they're talking trash I'm giving as good as I get and it seems like it's just a bit of fun that's when I feel one of their hands in my pockets trying to grab the folded stack of dollar bills I use for change a man but when I turn one of the kids has this huge knife out telling me to hand over the cash I just kind of reacted I hurled the only thing I had available to me right at the knife-wielder now I didn't expect this but as I throw the pizza box the thing just sort of falls apart in midair freeing the pie up to land right on the kids face I always knew our shop had a reputation for delivering piping hot pizza I guess that's why it's so busy but the way that kid was screaming when practically molten hot cheese was getting stuck to his thieving face Wow he was ear-splitting I saw that same kid a few days later he had a bandage over the side of his face the pizza hit and I'd be lying if that didn't make me smile it wasn't even the robberies that were the worst though because a few years back something started happening the pizza delivery drivers here in Midtown that's like something out of a horror film a big part of gang initiation is around here is taking a potential member out to jump someone but since they were doing this in public the cops got wise to it pretty quickly after trios of scumbag crip for blood clones were getting locked up on the daily the gangsters decided to smarten up a little God knows who's idea was but but someway somehow someone must have had the idea to ambush delivery drivers after luring them to abandon spots throughout the city the first I heard of this was a guy from another shop getting a call to a quiet mostly derelict neighborhood on the edge of town he'd arrived at this big red brick house walked up through the front steps then and apparently seen a handwritten sign on the door that read something like doorbell broken come around back tip in it for you tip that's the magic word that must have done the trick pizza box enhan the guy walks in the backyard of this big old house where he sees some kid a pistol in his hand no one knows just what went down but it ended with the delivery driver being shot in the head and neck before their assailant stole nothing more than $20 and change in single bills his funeral was about a month ago now a few of the drivers at my shop stopped by to pay their respects but I didn't I kind of felt like I'd be imposing besides I never mentioned it to anyone but I always thought that the guy was an idiot no one deserves to lose their life over a delivery job but this was right in the middle of this whole gang initiation thing happening who drives out to an abandoned neighborhood after getting an order of any topping any soda after that the shop I was delivering for started a blacklist of neighborhoods that were forbidden to delivery after dark but even that didn't keep us entirely safe a buddy of mine at the same shop managed to get himself jacked in the middle of the day delivering to a fancy residential neighborhood some gang members had busted into a house whose owners were on vacation he rings the doorbell they pull him inside then proceeded to rob him of the maximum $20 and change when he tells them truthfully that was all he had on him they beat him half to death before stealing his car he was in the hospital for a week while his jaw was wired shut and that leads me to the last delivery I ever drove for Armand the Arminian pizza place the fancy townhouse beating my buddy suffered had me paranoid borrowing a 44 revolver from my buddy started me thinking that maybe I should just go ahead and quit it was surreal in the extreme being given a little rundown of how to load and fire the thing where best to shoot someone if you didn't want outright and their life it felt like I was enlisting in the Army or something I had to remind myself as as a freakin pizza delivery job so I rock up to the address I've been given the two pizzas on the backseat when I notice it's really quiet there's a public park on the other side of the streets and thanks to a row of bushes I can't see anything approaching from that angle I get a bad feeling like a really bad feeling and take out the 44 from my glove box that's when I see this dude emerge from the bushes on the other side of the street and he's wearing one of those clown masks this was right when all those attention-starved idiots were putting on clown masks and scaring people for the sake of getting that perfect viral video but I didn't take the chance I just started tapping on the glass with the revolver in hand looking over at the guy with the gun plainly in view he stops takes one look at the revolver and then reaches behind his back into his waistband I just remember cracking the window and shouting don't do a man don't do it you don't want to get shot I'm not a particularly brave guy but I don't know a thought of ending up with a wire jaw the thought of that poor kid who went out to work one night and never came home I actually think I was ready to end this guy in the clown mask he just wasn't a real person to me he was a living embodiment of everything I hated about living in this freaking city I kept the gun pointed at him as I drove away the two pizzas still sitting in the backseat I quit the moment I arrived at the shop Arman didn't even act surprised when I handed him back my uniform and collected the money I was owed for the shift it's been a while since I quit that job but I still think about it most days it's in the news all the time some driver getting robbed or beats her worse everyone seems terrified of automation right now but it can't come soon enough for some jobs jobs that just aren't worth losing your life over I've had a few delivery jobs that had given me the creeps one or two that I was pretty sure I was about to be robbed another was a gunfight between gang members unfolding in the street I was delivering to right as I was turning onto it but these are just occupational hazards yeah it sucks but I guess you do get over them only one delivery job really truly terrified me the only one that scares me to think about even today so we get an order from an address that none of us drivers had ever delivered to before this normally causes some suspicion among us since were always pretty wary whenever delivering to a new address a fair few first-time deliveries have resulted in an address getting blacklisted sometimes they try to stiff you for money or some other scam to get free pizza generally speaking the drivers take turns delivering to a new address and this time it just so happened to be my turn so once the order is completed and the pizzas are boxed up I take them out to my car and punch the address into my sat-nav hey it turns out the addresses right on the edge of our delivery area pretty much in the middle of absolute nowhere it dawns me that this could be the oldest trick in the book call the pizza into some hard-to-reach location then demanded to be free once it takes more than 45 minutes to deliver but to my relief I make it out onto this old dirt road with time to spare yet my relief doesn't last long not when I see the state of the address I'm delivering till the house is so rundown it looks like a squat like it's been commandeered by the homeless as a place to avoid sleeping rough there's a musty old pickup in the driveway it's wheels all askew from years of misuse I mean the place was just the very definition of haunted house needless to say I wasn't expecting a particularly generous tip as I take the pizzas out from the passenger seat of my car I start hearing this faint whining noise my ears prick up immediately and I freeze trying to work out just what the sound is and where it's coming from I come to realize it's the sound of a violin being played but more accurately it was the sound of a violin being played very badly these discs or ting noises carried on as I walked up the dirt pathway toward the porch in the front door the sound of some old violin bow being dragged across dry old strings that were way out of tune creepy sure but that's not what terrified me when I knocked on the front door the screaming cat violin sounds ceased instantly a few moments of silence went by before I began to hear slow heavy footsteps growing steadily closer I can't be certain but I'm almost sure I heard someone breathing on the other side these heavy labored breaths as I waited for the door to open the silence was broken by a metallic snap of the door unlocking before hurried foot Falls sounded on the other side someone had unlocked the door then scampered away from it as if they were overtly skittish about visitors um hello I got your pizza order here I remember asking feeling the tension rise as silence once again engulf the scene come inside mr. a childish voice came from the other side I wouldn't just turn tail and run at this point but returning to the pizza place without the money for the pizzas would definitely mean a verbal or written warning from my manager I already had one for turning up late I couldn't afford another so reluctantly I took hold of the door handle turned it and walked inside the interior of the house was bathed in darkness only a handful of weak oil lamps to give me any sense of the layout a figure was crouched on a nearby sofa the old violin laying next to it there's 15 on the table ther mister the person sounded like a child but they looked bigger than they should have on the small dusty coffee table in front of the couch there's a pile of change in little piles normally I'd have taken issue with this but to be honest I was desperate to get out of there at that point I'd have taken any form of currency as I stooped down to start sliding little piles of coins into my cup palm I started to hear the kid's labored breathing again when I dared not look towards him I could see its legs and my peripheral vision and even then I could see how unnaturally long they were this person was not a child sorry about the coins mister I saved them up I saved them all up to afford this treat for myself it's all I have I told the person not to worry in the sunniest disposition I could muster the last thing I wanted to do at this point was upset them I pocketed the coins barely having counted them I had come up with a difference myself if I needed to like I said I just wanted to get out of there but as I turned to leave hastily thanking the person I caught a glimpse of the person's face in the low light of the oil lamps they were burned horribly burned up and down their arms and chest the scarred flesh extended all the way up their face and head only the person's features were obscured by a small rubber mask the mass didn't even cover up their entire face only a small central portion that concealed their eyes nose and mouth the only thing I could really make out was that the mask had a long wooden nose kind of like the puppet Pinocchio whose nose would grow whenever he told lies the small carve eyes were blank I averted my gaze from the mask and was unable to return it it was one of the most hideously sad and scary things I'd ever laid eyes on just as I had reached the front door I heard that same childlike voice emanating behind me wanna hear me play a song mister before I even had the chance to answer to tell them I was too busy with deliveries to hang out they had grabbed the old violin next to them and began to whine out of tune although the strings were almost totally at attune I started to make out the tune they were trying for you know the one if you go down in the woods today you're sure of a big surprise if you go down in the woods today you'd better go in disguise for every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because today's the day the teddy bears have there Nik I was in the back of the driver's seat of my car before you could say nope I'm out scrambling to start the engine so I can make a quick getaway I don't think they hadn't the intention of hurting me I certainly wasn't as much danger as when those idiot crip and blood wannabes decided to shoot it out like right in front of my car but something about that place still creeps back into my mind while I lay there in darkness trying to sleep something that means I'll never ever make another delivery there I'll quit before I go back about ten years ago I used to deliver pizzas for the small independent pizza place near Beacon Hill in Boston if you live anywhere near Charles Street you might know which one I'm talking about anyway it was a pretty good job the place was almost consistently busy and the boss was an awesome guy so we ended up getting paid a living wage on top of the tips we made one evening shift stuff got weird really weird so although my job title was just delivery driver the other drivers night justified our someone's inflated wage packet by helping out around the shop during quiet periods we helped out with cleaning aided the kitchen staff and prepping their ingredients and occasionally we helped to answer the phone to take delivery orders so this one shift the phone starts going when I'm helping cleaning out one of the pizza ovens no one rushes to answers so I wipe my hands off and rush over to the counter to take the call when I pick up I can barely understand the guy on the other end he sounds very old and has this raspy gravelly voice that sounded like he'd been the subject of some kind of throat operation at some point in his life I tried my best to make out what he was saying I really did going so far as turning the volume on the handset up high and sticking a finger to the ear free of the phone but I got nothing absolutely nothing I ended up giving the guy a heartfelt apology before telling him I'd pass him along to the manager when I handed the phone to my manager I hung around just to make sure it wasn't just me who couldn't understand the elderly guy on the other end my boss greets him before this confused expression comes over his face as the guy starts talking excuse me sir I think the line is bad could you repeat that he maintained his politeness at first but like me soon lost his patience with the poor old guy assert sir I'm sorry but but I can't really understand you let me take you into the office where it's a little quieter he placed his hand over the receiver so the guy couldn't hear then made some comments about how this dude needed meals on wheels and not a pizza delivery he heads off into his office with a grin while I carry on with the daily cleaning checklist about 15 minutes go by when the boss emerges from his office I think he's about to tell me how he hung up on the dude after battling to understand him but he's still on the phone yes sir of course sir right away sir we'll keep you updated thank you thank you for your business goodbye a different phone call I figured absolutely no way could that be the same guy who would called with the raspy voice taking an order doesn't take 15 whole minutes I asked my boss what the deal was with the old guy who called if he'd managed to make sense of anything he was saying he doesn't answer he just puts his jacket on tells me I need to watch the business while he heads downtown I asked where he's going he just replies Chinatown won't be long there's only one reason my boss would have driven down to Chinatown so late ingredients there are a couple of late-night grocery stores in that area some of which sell cheap quality produce only I'd been helping prep all the toppings and whatnot myself along with the chef I knew well enough we weren't lacking anything when he returns he has one of those airtight coolers in his hand the same kind we used to pick up fresh anchovies and shrimp from the fish market he then asks us to make a basic cheese pizza and to bring it to his office when we're done we asked no questions boss man usually gets a pizza in his office during the latter part of the shift and he usually asked for different things each night so we thought absolutely nothing of his request I box the pizza up take it to his office and knock on the door when he opens this disgusting smell hit me I mean it was honestly the most gag-inducing stench I'd ever ever smelled before I even get a chance to ask he grabbed the pizza box from my hands and shut the office door in my face whatever it was reeked that bad that had crept throughout the entire back of the house to the point the chef's were hollering and asking who just crapped their pants I mean they weren't far off the smell reminded me of when my apartment building septic tank got backed up it really did smell like raw sewage or something just this rotten smell I really wanted to know just what that smell was but I also had no intentions of going anywhere near the boss's office again lest I and get another hit of that stench but when he comes out of the office that smell starts wafting around the back of the house again and with this pain look on his face he asked the two drivers on duty myself included which one of us wants a delivery it's clear at this point that whatever stinks so bad it's now on the pizza the other driver just refuses he delivers in his car and knew well that had take days maybe a whole week to get that smell out of the furnishings my boss is kind of panicking at this point we have a sit-down restaurant - and were in danger of the smell wafting into that area he promises me a huge nightly bonus if I deliver the pizza but I demand to know exactly what's on that thing before I ride it over to the guy's house and my scooter he takes me all back into the alley behind the pizza place then breaks it down for me apparently the guy had ordered durian on his pizza yeah I needed that explained to me too so turns up a durian fruit originates in Southeast Asia hence why my boss had to visit Chinatown the get one there massive with a spikey texture to the skin but pieces of the inner flesh can be bought pre-prepped from certain Asian grocery stores I read that some people find the smell of the fruit to be sweet and fragrant but I am NOT one of those not by a long shot but I didn't need the money so I took the pizza around front to my scooter threw it in the luggage compartment at the rear then drove out to the address I've been given when I knocked on the house the door was answered by a decrepit looking out early man with the small plastic tubes of an oxygen tank running from his nostrils I had my suspicions for a moment but then he spoke and I knew he was the old guy that had been calling up about an hour before the one I had barely been able to understand he smiled wide when I handed him the box and instead of the usual fold of bills I'm usually handed he passes me this thick envelope obviously full of cash no change please he wheezed holding his finger to his throat damp is included I opened my mouth to thank the guy but my words caught in my throat I was fighting off the stench of that durian pizza already but seeing that guy begin to salivate and drool when the smell that thing hits him I couldn't remember a time I've been as creeped out as that thanks joy I managed to blurt out any more and I think I'd have gagged right in front of the guy he was weird but I didn't want to insult him not when he tips so generously it was a generous tip not long after I handed the envelope to my boss in his office he emerged with three crisp $100 bills they were mine it felt pretty good having been tipped so handsomely but one feeling overrode it I ended up knocking on my boss's door for a serious talk I told him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't be delivering that kind of pizza again the stench was clinging to the storage compartment on the rear of my scooter and being summertime almost every person I rode past slow enough complained about smelling something rotten $300 was a sweet tip but I'd be spending a third of that on cleaning products for every delivery of durian thankfully my boss relented he told me he too had found the whole thing pretty harrowing but the guy had basically made him an offer he couldn't refuse we hit our weekly target three days earlier because of this guy my boss explained but he did promise me that we'd be making no more trips to Chinatown to buy durian just for one customer with too much money so nothing more was said about it and we received no more calls from the guy that was until about three months later it was pretty much the same setup as the night he originally called slow business helping out with cleaning tasks and food prep when the phone goes again I answer only to hear the familiar raspy voice on the other end I instantly knew who it was this time without listening to so much of a word he said I just politely informed him that I'd be handing him over to the manager and thanked him for his patience knocking on the boss man's door I hold my hand over the phone's receiver and whisper the words hey it's durian guy at my boss who in turn rolls his eyes and nods as if to say I'll handle it I walked back to my cleaning tasks with a grin thanking all that is holy that I wouldn't have to drive halfway across Boston smelling like a porta potti only you can see where this goes right boss man comes out of his office with a pain look on his face giving it the old yes sir no no sir right away sir routine again my stomach drops I know what's coming I remember shaking my head before he even asked just listing off a thousand ways of saying no cutting him off from even asking the question no no way nope no chance nah not today I ain't the one he doubled the amount my boss replied what am I supposed to do I couldn't believe it if when he said was true I'd be getting a $600 tip from the sky 600 bucks I was just over my monthly rent costs with about 20 minutes of work I'd be covering like three quarters of my living costs bossman had a point just what were we supposed to do so yet again bossman drives down to the late-night grocery store over in Boston's Chinatown to pick up this mystery durian fruit that I've been reading so much about while I waited I grabbed a fistful of the air fresheners we normally handle in the bathroom and started to pretty much decorate the rear of my scooter with them I also took a full can of Febreze with me from our cleaning supplies planning on spraying it tactically whenever I came to a red light last time an open-topped convertible caught the smell of the durian on the breeze the girl passenger almost puked right into her foot well actually start prepping the whole affair myself to getting the pizza base ready opening up the back door and turning up the kitchens extractor fans way high to maximize the chances of the stench wafting through the store again but this time when I get to the delivery address curiosity got the better of me I had to peek at this guy's pizza if only to see what durian look like this was in the street like a block away from the address nice open space so I didn't expect the smell to be as intensely bad long story short whatever was on that pizza was not durian like I said I mentioned I googled the fruit when I got home to read up on just what exactly durian fruit is all about what was on that pizza was some kind of meat not the yellowy creamy looking flesh from inside the fruit this stuff was brown blackening around the edges and was clearly some kind of aged or decaying meat and I shut the box and try not to think about what I saw delivering it to the old guy watching him start to drool again as he passed me the envelope even thicker this time with bundles of dollar bills as soon as I got back to the pizza place I banged on my boss's door he answers with an irritated look on his face since I pound on his door so hard but I didn't care I had questions a lot of them durian huh yeah we talked about this it stinks but we're making a buttload of money from this guy's order I looked at the pizza my boss didn't say anything he just stares back at me for a moment or two then invites me inside of his office to talk in private I don't know what you think you saw but there was nothing more than durian fruit on that pizza I told him I knew that was a bunch of nonsense but I googled durian fruit that same night I'd first delivered to that guy that I knew well what it looked like and whatever was on that Pizza certainly was not durian flesh he sighed breaking eye contact what was on that pizza man he didn't answer I asked him if it was legal he didn't answer without a word he took my $600 from the envelope and held it out to me I took it but only after giving him a week's notice that's I'd be quitting if he couldn't be honest with me I couldn't continue to work there we barely said another word to each other for the rest of my time working there the final few days he wreaked of booze whenever we passed each other in the back whatever it was took a serious toll on boss man's mental health now about a year later I'm working this decent little office job downtown nothing to shout about but it was way better pay for essentially just being a copy-machine mule that and the worst smell I had to encounter was printer toner and my co-workers coffee breath but one balmy summer evening driving home to my apartment with my car's windows down a scent catches my nostrils something so hideous it makes me cough and gag as I'm sat at a red light I look around seeing a guy riding a small scooter the rear storage compartment has the logo of the pizza place I used to work at the stench is horribly familiar to me it's the stench I once thought was durian fruit and the same stench I came to learn was definitely not durian [Music] I took a gap year before I started University and I would highly recommend one to all those who have doubts over higher education or are second-guessing their choice of course getting a job in suffering the daily grind was something that really helped me grow as an individual in other words working for minimum wage sucks and I had absolutely no intention of getting stuck in a dead-end job like that the whole experience made me hungry for the chance to earn a better place in society but what do you expect as a pizza delivery driver I know for a fact it's one of the most soul-destroying jobs that a person can be filled with all kinds of employment pitfalls such as paying for your own gas getting your wages docked for late delivery and generally being treated like a criminal by your taskmaster turn manager I honestly can't complain though my dad helped me out with the finance on a cheap secondhand car he even gave me a hand getting the rusty old thing back into working order I may or might not have picked delivery driver to put him in that position in the first place but that's another story so the owner who'd given me the job in the first place was a top fellow a Kurdish fellow who escaped Sodom's Iraq in the early 90s he'd come here with no more than a hundred quid to his name but by the time I came to work for him he was definitely worth more than a million all right most of his money would have been tied up in various takeaway businesses but the spanking-new white BMW he drove around said it all the guy stayed humble though he always greeted you warmly he remembered your name asked after your family like I said he was a top bloke but the English bloke he'd hired as a manager for the picha shop wasn't so nice in fact I go so far as to say he was a complete wanker good at his job don't get me wrong in the place ran like clockwork but the man had next to no social skills and really rubbed the staff up the wrong way sometimes like this one time when he found out that one of the drivers had been losing pizzas he did a little investigating and doubt he was losing these pizzas to the exact same address over and over again he'd come up with a different story every time he dropped the box some teenagers stole the pizza whatever it was but it turned out he'd just been dropping them off at a mate's house proper scummy behavior anyway he gets the sack but it was us the drivers that remain that really bore the brunt of it he instituted a policy whereby anyone who failed to deliver or lost their orders would have the sale amount dock from their wages not the cost of the business but the sale amount so considerably more than the sum of any pizzas parts we were mad but I don't know it was understandable the pizza thief had really let the side down and it was hard not to sympathize with the owner who just wanted staff we could trust so this is how I ended up almost breaking into someone's house one night trying to deliver their pizza I drove out to the delivery address and my beat-up old Vauxhall listening to the newly fitted engine purring like a dream it was one of my last deliveries of the night with cutoff time being 11 p.m. so I had that kind of second wind excitement that comes with knowing you're off of work soon still singing along with the car radio I pull up outside this old Victorian three-story grab the thermal bag from off of the passenger seat then stroll up to the front door this is about the time of night that tips get pretty big too people can be very happy to receive hot food at this hour especially when they've been partaking in a certain variety of tobacco if you catch my drift anyway I'm whistling away to myself banging on the front door of this big old house banging knocking banging again about of the minute goes by and it dawns on me that no one is answering must be some sort of mistake I think to myself and head back to the car to check the delivery notes to make sure I've got the right address this is where the problem arises I really can't tell if the person who's written the address has put down a 1 or a 7 this is one of the few things that Europeans really get right they always whack a little line through the sevens to make sure they're recognizable who'd ever written this hadn't given me the same courtesy I decided it had to be a one thing about the UK is we don't really get those crazy long house numbers like people in the state still like the Simpsons live on 742 Evergreen Terrace I have that memorize fight me whereas in the UK I'm not even sure we even have 742 roads in total hi Jess but you get the point so with me being 90% sure that this is the right house but being 100% worried that I'm about to have 20 quid docked from my already meager wage packet I set about trying to get this pizza delivered I elected back to the front door hammered alright once more just in case then decide to take things a step further I start shouting hello through the rectangular brass letterbox but the only thing I hear in response is all this meowing from cats lots of cats I also get this absolutely horrendous whiff of something truly disgusting but lots of cats means lots of full litter boxes a gross but true so the living room window is just two feet away from the front door and there's this little crack in the curtain I figured I can peek through to see if anyone is actually home you'd be surprised the amount of people that call for pizza when they're not even home thinking they'll be fast enough to get home before it arrives newsflash you aren't and you suck but when I peer through the crack in the window I see something that I still see when I close my eyes sometimes the room was dimly lit only the flickering gray lights of TV static illuminating the interior so it took me a few seconds to realize what I was actually looking at all I could see was this one couch teeming with felines I mean like every square inch was covered in cats with a veritable Legion of the little fur ball surrounding the couch trying to leap up and join their feasting friends that's right feasting on the couch lay the dead body of their former owner an elderly woman who had died just a day or so before her cats had barely waited until she was cold before they scrambled over her body plucking out her eyes and chewing her lips off they tore away at the soft parts anywhere not covered up with clothing was a mess of clotting blood and torn flesh her own cats were eating her I called the police when I get back to the shop actually giving the idiot manager the finger when he tried to interrupt me giving a full account to the dispatcher on the other end of the phone they thanked me informing them and actually read about the whole thing on a local news site the next morning my manager did actually try and dock my wages for the non-delivery when he told me I just quit then and there big twist the Kurdish owner calls me up the day after I quit to ask if I was okay and more importantly to offer me my job back he'd had it with the manager himself over him trying to unfairly dock me he supported the policy to an extent but not in a case such as this I took the job back but I did have a favor to ask I'd be looking for a better job but I needed a good reference I was 18 and hadn't ever been employed before getting references was a nightmare he said he'd give me a glowing one get this I ended up getting an interview for a law firm to work as a legal apprentice low pay but not no pay and this was pretty much exactly what I needed to secure myself a place on a law course at Newcastle University during the interview the quietly attractive 30-something clerk seems really impressed and did actually end up offering me the job but it was what she said about my reference that made my heart swell I can't remember it word for word but it was something like this we're very happy to have such a promising young personality here at Stanley and O Hardy once we heard you were fluent and Kurdish that pretty much sealed it the way you saved your pizza places thousands of pounds a year with that new filing system that colored us impressed yeah the owner of the shop is Kurdish so you know you pick it up here and there the guy had talked me up to be some kind of prodigy I got my uni place by the way and I graduate next year and I'm still pretty sure I have Mohsen the shop owner to thank for it and what I thought was a one did turn out to be a seven mind your handwriting people seriously they never know what we might stumble across [Music] August 28th 2003 Bryan Douglas wells a pizza delivery driver from Erie Pennsylvania begins his day like any other despite having worked as a delivery driver for coming up on ten years he hates the job but as a high school dropouts he has few other options to pay rent just before 11 a.m. he drives over to Kearsarge Plaza just a short walk from Lake Erie this is where his place of work is located a small pizza place known as mamma mia pizzeria he delivers pies during the lunch rush returning the mamma mias in time to receive one more delivery order in the afternoon the order is two pizzas to be delivered to 80 631 Peach Street and address a few miles from the pizzeria Bryan has never delivered to this address before but he knows peach Street well it's home to a handful of car dealerships in a family-owned landscaping service Bryan figures he'll be delivering to one of these but what Bryan doesn't know is that this is the last delivery he will ever make when Bryan arrives on peach streets he discovers the delivery addresses down a dirt road just near a BMW showroom but at the end of the dusty unpaved pathway is nothing but a radio tower Bryan gets out of this car pizzas in hand and looks around for the recipients what happened next is unclear and has been the subject of years worth of debate between professional law enforcement and amateur sleuths alike but the most likely explanation is what follows as Bryan waited for his potential customers to appear a group of masked people emerge from the nearby woods they were armed keeping the terrified Bryan at gunpoint while they produced a series of items from a rucksack one of which was something that resembled a slave collar three rings of stainless steel with some kind of weird device attached the masked individuals then attached the collar to Bryan's neck handed him a sophisticated homemade shotgun as well as nine pages of handwritten notes as the masked assailants fled the area Bryan and to read the instructions written on the pieces of paper he was given they are addressed to bomb hostage Brian realizes an utter horror that the device around his neck is remotely detonated bomb collar the note paper in his hand details a series of strictly time tasks involving collecting keys that will delay the detonation of the bomb collar locked around his neck when he finds the final key he will be able to defuse the bomb the notes are also warning Brian wells that he would be under constant surveillance and scrutiny at any attempt to contact emergency services or to remove the bomb collar would result in instant detonation and therefore his own death scrawled on the bottom of the handwritten instructions was a terrifying warning act now think later or you will die it must have been a living nightmare a hellishly surreal ordeal what happened to Brian wells that day is something that most of us have never even experienced in our nightmares but for Brian it was a brutal mind-bending reality the first task Ryan was given by his masked captors was to calmly and quietly enter the PNC Bank branch on the very same street he found himself on he was to hand the teller a pre-written notes included in his bundle of notes upon inspection he saw it was a demand for a quarter of a million dollars in cash the note instructed him to use his homemade shotgun to threaten and intimidate anyone who refused to cooperate Brian had no choice he entered the bank branch around 2:30 that afternoon following the instructions to the letter as he handed the teller the demand note the tellers face must have turned white as a sheet the note also stated that Brian's bomb collar would explode if the full cash amount was not handed over unable to access the bank's vault in such a short period of time the teller gave Brian Wells a bag of cash amounting to just short of $9,000 Brian departed the bank as quickly as he'd entered hurrying back to his car to continue his task it is then that authorities received their first 9-1-1 call relating to the twist Vence a witness described a male leaving the bank with a bomb or something wrapped around his neck 15 minutes after police received that first 9-1-1 call a patrol car spotted him standing near his Suzuki Geo Metro hatchback he was promptly arrested with police putting him in cuffs and forcing him to sit on the tarmac of the parking lot Wells told police that three masked people had placed the bomb collar around his neck and instructed him to rob the bank failure to comply would result in his own explosive demise police must have been flabbergasted it's not every day that such a bizarre convoluted crime occurs before their very eyes whatever they felt responding officers did nothing in the way of attempting to disarm the explosive device instead once it was clear that Wells had no means of detonating the device himself they waited for Erie bomb squad while they focused on evacuating the area of civilians but time was running out and Brian Wells knew it if he was indeed being constantly monitored by his captors they would know their plan was falling apart at 3:18 p.m. just three minutes before the arrival of the bomb squad Brian's captors detonated the bomb collar and blasted a huge fist sized hole in Brian's chest their relay disoriented and bleeding to death until finally his life slipped away from him the horrifying event was actually captured on camera by local news crews but thanks to a technical fault at a local TV station Brian's death was never actually televised however thanks to a leak somewhere between the local station wje ttv and the FBI the video somehow found its way onto numerous video sharing websites and at present is actually still available to watch perhaps most disturbingly police investigators later travelled the route given to Wells on the notepaper and discovered they could not complete it given Lee a lot of time essentially however successful Brian would have completed his given tasks his captors were always planning to detonate the bomb collar to silence the man capable of identifying them when the truth surrounding the incident finally came out the world reeled in horror at the greed and malice of the perpetrators the plot was hatched by a woman by the name of marjorie diehl-armstrong a college-educated woman with a master's degree from ganon college PA diehl-armstrong required two hundred and fifty dollars in order to pay for the contract killing of her own father whose estate had once been valued at almost two million dollars in an interview conducted before his death Harold deal reported that he had cut off financial support for his daughter decades earlier due to her criminal behavior and failure to hold a steady job this was obviously enough of an insult to his daughter that she decided he had to die but what's so tragic and evil is that diehl-armstrong chose to rag others down into the hole that she was then it wasn't enough that her own life was a mess she was so selfish that she would choose to murder an innocent pizza delivery driver who had no idea what he was driving towards that day on peach Street Pennsylvania hey friends thanks for listening be sure to subscribe and click that notification bow to be alerted of all future narrations if you got a story be sure to submit them to my subreddits our let's read official and give and receive feedback from the community and maybe even hear your story featured on the next video and join my discord to interact with me and other listeners directly and if you want to support me even more grab early access to all future narrations for just $1 a month on patreon and maybe even pick up some let's read merch on Spreadshirt and check out the let's read podcast or you can hear all these stories in long compliation form and save huge on data located on both Spotify and Apple 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Length: 49min 10sec (2950 seconds)

Published: Fri Aug 16 2019