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I'm excited to hear your case because all you've been talking about is how crazy it is.
Oh my gosh.
So I kind of knows this, but she doesn't know who it is.
And I was telling her that I was reiterating a trial that I watched to my boyfriend, Cleef.
And it was so twisty, so turny that he's like, why don't you just do that for the podcast?
You seem like you know it by heart.
And I was like, okay.
Okay, that's a good point.
Today, we're going to be talking about Joel Michael Guy Jr.
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Okay.
I don't know.
I kind of...
Wait a second.
Never mind.
It's not who I was thinking.
Not at all.
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So Joel Michael Guy Jr. was born March 13, 1988, to parents Joel Michael Guy Sr. and
his wife, Lisa Guy.
Joel Michael was the only child shared between the two, and Lisa loved having a child of her
own.
Joel Guy Sr. nicknamed Mike had previously been married and had three daughters of his
own.
Chandice and then Michelle and Angela who were twins.
Chandice?
Not Candice?
It's...it might be Candice, but it's spelt with a C-H.
So, it might be Chandice.
Maybe it's Chandice, like, John...
He's a nice lady, leave her alone.
Lisa doted on Joel Michael.
She was almost obsessed over every little thing that he did or accomplished.
She collected swimming trophies or various awards and hung them all around the house
for everyone to see.
Family portraits adorned every wall showing this picture-esque type blended family.
And by the time that Joel Michael was in high school, the girls, the daughters, had moved
around a bit and they began starting their own young adult lives.
The girls did have their biological mother in their lives, but Lisa was nothing short
of an amazing mother to the three girls.
Mike and Lisa's home was described as fun and full of life.
The girls' biological mother had struggled as a single parent to provide for the three,
often having dinner with no meat as meat was considered a luxury.
It was too expensive.
The girls would eat things like pasta or canned goods for dinner as that's all that was available.
Mike and Lisa's house, however, was very different.
The girls would stay with Mike and Lisa all throughout the summers and most holidays.
They were always excited to visit as the kitchen table, the fridge, and the cabinets were always
fully stocked with food.
I mean, as a kid, you don't really know better.
You know, it's not like I'm hurting anyone's feelings by wanting more food.
You know, but as an adult, it's got to be hard to be like, oh, shit, like I feel really
bad.
I can't give them what they have elsewhere.
Yeah, of course.
And by all accounts, it seems like it's not like they had any animosity towards their
biological mother.
It was just that they kind of liked Mike and Lisa's a little more.
And I can understand why, because you're a kid, right?
Exactly.
You don't see it as, it's not the person, it's the amenities that you have when you're there.
Exactly, yeah.
So, of course, meat, fresh fruits and vegetable and sugary and salty snacks were always available
at Mike and Lisa's.
The whole family would hop on the family boat and would often take fishing trips in the
summer.
They got a boat.
They got a boat, too.
Like, Mike and Lisa were, they were doing well for themselves.
The amount of love that Mike and Lisa shared was always apparent to the kids.
They were often kissing, touching, and holding hands.
And the girls were shown true love through Mike and Lisa's connection to one another.
Sweet.
There is one person within that home that did not seem to be connecting with anyone,
however, and that was Joel Michael Jr.
Oh, you guessed the name of the episode.
Joel Michael Guy Jr.
Yes.
When the girls would visit for the holidays, Joel Michael would always be in his room,
often going a full day without even greeting his sisters.
What the hell?
And what was the age difference in them again?
I'm not entirely sure.
I couldn't find it.
Do you know if they were older or younger or you don't know at all?
The three girls were much older.
I think, I don't want to say much older.
I feel like the twin girls, because there was Chandis and then Michelle and Angie.
And Michelle and Angie were the twins.
They were the youngest of those three.
And they, I want to say maybe 10, 12 years.
So it's significant.
By the time the girls were in high school, he was still a baby.
So he probably doesn't have anything in common with them and he's like, fuck it, they don't
care anyway.
Yeah, but I'm still your younger sibling.
Even if it is 10 years, our mother and her sister are nine years apart and that was mom's
baby.
No, yeah, I'm saying in his mind, he probably is like, oh, what the fuck ever.
He's not going to go say hi, but they should have maybe taken it upon themselves.
Yeah, they're not going to say hi either.
So yes, it was customary for Joel Michael to do this almost every holiday season.
He would just like sequester himself into either his own bedroom or a guest room or
whatever.
That's not a good sign.
Yeah.
So it was understood that's just how Joel Michael was.
Joel would eventually graduate high school and now that they were sure that Joel Michael
would go off to college, Mike and Lisa decided to move closer to Mike's hometown of this
is such a silly name.
And every time I hear it, I can't help but giggle a little bit.
It's Segoinsville.
Segoinsville.
But going.
I'm so silly.
It just reminds me of Sigourney Weaver.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, okay.
Did she invent that stuff?
Sigourney Weaver, Tennessee.
Yeah.
Okay.
Sorry if you live in Sigourney Weaver, Tennessee.
Yeah, Sigourney Weaverville, Tennessee.
There you go.
So this is where Mike's sister and their family had lived growing up.
And Mike's sister, in fact, still owned the property that their parents owned as she inherited
it when their father passed away.
The couple would move to Knoxville, Tennessee in a decently sized home with complete with
kitchen, dining area, living room, and a few bedrooms and even a workout room.
Although it killed Lisa to be so far away from Joel Michael, she knew that he needed
to be pushed out of the nest a little bit, and he was residing in Louisiana at this time.
Okay.
The couple certainly wanted enough room for the kids to come and visit if they so chose
to.
Joel Michael, now having to make something of himself, stated his intention to become
a plastic surgeon and announced that he would be moving to Washington, D.C. to attend George
Washington University in the year 2006.
And of course, his parents, especially Lisa, were in full support of this.
As long as he was in school, Mike and Lisa agreed to help Joel Michael financially as
long as his grades were high.
After just one semester, however, Joel Michael would drop out of George Washington University
and move back to Louisiana.
Well, honestly, I was going to say before you said that he had quit after a semester,
I was going to say, no wonder he chose a long ass fucking path of college because his parents
were like, we'll pay for it.
Exactly.
Oh my gosh, I've seen that before in my personal life.
People were like, oh, as long as I'm in college, my parents will pay my way.
And I was like, OK, great.
You went to college for 12 years for a four year degree.
Exactly.
Not naming names.
OK.
Anyways.
We both crossed our eyes at the same time.
So he continued to try to support his own dream of being a plastic surgeon by attending
Louisiana State University.
However, he would not obtain his degree and he would drop out after just a few more semesters
here.
So like quitting a bunch of things very early on?
Yeah.
Well, not college, but before, no motivation it seems like.
Yeah.
And Homeboy doesn't even leave his bedroom.
So the fact that he's like, I'm going to be a plastic surgeon, I'm going to get lots
of money, that's just ridiculous.
You could have virtually performed surgery or what?
Yeah, exactly.
He's really good at video games.
Yeah.
He's probably good at surgery.
He could probably do operation or something.
It's just him in his room playing the game operation.
Give me that degree.
Mike and Lisa made good money at the time.
Mike was a pipeline engineer designer and Lisa worked for Jacobs in engineering and
human resources.
Oh, wow.
For almost 10 years, the couple continued to support Joel and Michael while he was living
in Baton Rouge and the couple remained in Tennessee.
The family would still have holiday gatherings over and over again over the years and Joel
Michael would again sequester himself into a guest bedroom while the other family members
enjoyed each other's company.
This was the same every year until one year, 2016.
It was announced a few months before the holidays that the couple had done it.
They were finally going to retire and even a little earlier than expected and that would
be come that December.
Furthermore, the home that they settled in in Knoxville was placed on the market.
Mike had had a dream to one day buy his old family home back from his sister.
After all, she wasn't using the property.
She had already had a home of her own.
Mike wanted to buy it, fix it up and make it suitable for the couple to live out their
days on a beautiful farm like property.
Just mere weeks away from retiring, the couple's home finally sold.
The two planned on packing and moving their things to the old slash new house throughout
the holiday season.
When invited for Thanksgiving by his mother, Joel Michael opted to sit this one out, saying
that although he wouldn't attend Thanksgiving this year, he would like to attend Christmas.
I mean, he wouldn't attend either way.
Even if he was there, he'd be in his room the whole time.
Or in another room the whole time.
Yeah, exactly.
This was told throughout the family and no one thought anything of it at the time.
Michelle, her boyfriend and her three sons arrived at Mike and Lisa's house and was surprised
to see Joel Michael's car in the driveway as he said he was unable to attend.
She glanced into the backseat of the car and there she saw two rubber-made tubs with lids.
No, no.
Michelle thought to herself, quote, what a weird way to pack your things, end quote.
But it was Joel Michael after all.
He's already a weirdo.
Yeah, I mean, I'm sure this isn't like a, oh, I can't make it.
Surprise, I'm here.
Surprise!
I just had a trick to you.
Yeah.
Earlier in the week, Michelle's washing machine had broken and without a way to wash them
and not being in a hurry since it was the holiday week, Michelle decided to round up the
family's clothes and brought them to her parents' house in order to use the washer and dryer,
which was located upstairs where most of the bedrooms and the workout station was.
Side note, if you hear a bunch of noise in the background, it's because there's planes
that fly over our house and for some reason a billion people are flying into San Diego
right now.
So true.
We're not even kidding, it's been one every like 15 seconds.
Yeah, it's a lot.
And we can't keep pausing.
I don't know, I guess it's like because it's early evening but also like, what?
There's so many planes that are flying.
Like, I get that the weather is getting nicer but like, yo, stop, calm down.
Anyway.
I thought that was another one.
I don't want to have to keep pausing.
I just want to go.
As soon as she arrived and started bringing in her things, Michelle was instantly put
off by the presence of Joel Michael.
I mean, she knew that he was there but he was actually downstairs communicating with
people.
Huh.
Michelle felt very strange about Joel Michael interacting with her sons.
She had even made the comment that she believed that Joel Michael didn't even know her children's
names.
Yeah, that's how far removed he was.
So it's like, essentially like, what the fuck are you doing here?
You know what?
You obviously don't keep in touch with any of us.
Exactly.
Joel Michael was almost peppy around her young sons, aged seven or eight, eleven or
twelve, and sixteen and seventeen.
So she kind of had a teenage son and then two kind of adolescent boys.
Joel Michael offered to take the boys upstairs and show them some cool stuff.
Look at all my weapons.
Look at all my samurai swords.
Look at how fast I can slice this bottle in half.
I used to use this little gun when I was a prostitute.
You ever used chapsticks before?
I'm a pro at using chapsticks.
He's just a weeb.
That's what it is.
He's really into anime and he wears like, kimono.
Oh, there's another one.
There you go.
He's like, hey, check out my nunchucks.
Check out my nunchucks.
Check out the sweet fedora, my lady.
The Michelle at this point was weary of the whole situation and she would often go upstairs
to check on her boys while also taking care of the laundry.
One of these trips upstairs, Michelle was changing over some laundry when all of a sudden
she felt someone standing directly behind her.
Absolutely not.
And you already have a weird feeling and then that happens.
I'd be like, get away, get away, get away.
Over her shoulder, she saw Joel Michael standing directly behind her, blocking the doorway
to the laundry area.
She said later that he was so close to her that he was practically touching her with
his body.
That's how close he was.
What the fuck did he want?
This was extremely unusual as, again, Joel Michael is barely seen from family members.
Michelle excused herself to get around Joel Michael and he did move from the doorway.
A few moments later, Michelle checks on her boys yet again.
Michelle could overhear Joel Michael telling the boys that they could have some of his childhood
things.
Beanie babies, video game consoles, alkylates that he had had throughout his life, toys,
games, and even clothing.
That doesn't sound good.
Michelle thought this was strange even for Joel Michael.
Mike was talking to his daughter outside in the family garage, known to be a hangout spot
for the holidays so this is the dead.
Mike expressed his intention to cut off Joel Michael after the couple retires and moves
by the end of the year.
There's another one.
Should I just keep pointing it out?
There's so many.
I'm gonna be able to hear that in the car.
I don't know if I'll be able to hear it on my phone, but I'll definitely be able to
hear that in the car.
Sorry, all.
Michelle encouraged her father that he should cut off his now 28 year old son, moved to
the farm, and live untethered for once.
As Thanksgiving Day wound down to a close, Michelle wanted to do something that she usually
does every year for Thanksgiving, which is get a picture of her parents and her kids.
The five positioned themselves outside the home on the steps of the porch to take the
photo, but Joel Michael would insist on participating as well.
In the photo?
The infamous photo is out there.
You'll all on the internet if you want to see it.
So I'm sure we're all thinking it.
It kind of sounds like he's maybe getting ready to commit suicide or if he's planning
on doing something that he can't come back from.
Right.
Yeah, especially with giving away his things.
Yeah, that's a very interesting detail.
Michelle would pack the kids in the car and pack their clothes in the car and would head
back home.
Meaning just the parents and Joel Michael.
Friday passes, Saturday passes, and Sunday passes.
Monday morning, November 27th, 2016, Jennifer Wided, which is Lisa's boss and friend, thought
it unusual that Lisa did not show up to work that morning.
Of course, it was unlike Lisa to not show up to work without notifying anyone, but even
more so that this was her last week of work before she retired.
Yeah, it's like why wouldn't she show up?
This was a well-known fact throughout the department as well, and even some of Lisa's
coworkers had planned a special lunch sending her like a send-off party for her.
Immediately Jennifer phoned Lisa.
When she did not get a response from Lisa via text or phone call, Jennifer then decided
to call Lisa's husband, Mike.
Mike too did not answer for several phone calls.
At 9.30 am, Jennifer phoned non-emergency.
Hi, yes.
I have an employee that has not reported for work today, and I really am like her.
I've checked off her home number, I've checked off cell phone and can't get a hold of her.
What can we do about that?
My name is Jennifer Lighted.
And what type of name are you in?
Jacobs, engineering.
And what's the good comment for you guys?
It is.
And what's the employee's name?
Lisa Guy.
Her husband's name is Joel.
Should he be there too?
Did you live with her?
Yes, he does.
And I do have a dog named Jake.
I think he's a big baby.
Okay.
I'll just call over officers, I'll explain my take on her, and if anything changes before
then just give us a call back here, okay?
Okay, great.
Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
Bye bye.
All I can think about is Jake.
From State Farm?
No, the dog that she mentioned and now I'm scared.
So, as you can tell in the emergency call, Jennifer calls Mike Joel because Mike is
a family name for Joel Michael Sr.
Yes, I know, when I heard that I was like, wait a second.
You're like, who's Joel?
Like, wait, she's married to her son?
That's weird.
You ready?
Yes, typical, you know, concerned friend or concerned employee.
Officers Steven Ballard was dispatched to the residence.
He noticed right away that there were cars in the driveway, but seemingly the property
was quiet.
He knocked several times on the front door and rang the doorbell, but was met with no
response.
He walked around the house and there he saw a small gate, a little taller than waist high.
Out back he noticed a doghouse and whistled and called for the dog, but again was met
with silence.
Seeing that the gate had a padlock attached to it, Officer Ballard could not legally enter
the backyard without probable cause.
Officer Ballard left the scene.
He then proceeded to meet up with a detective nearby to the location of the welfare check.
Officer Ballard and Detective Jeremy McCord discussed Officer Ballard's findings, or
lack thereof, and the two were starting to realize that everything just seemed a little
too eerie.
This was further compounded when Jennifer, still not hearing from the guys, called yet
again to insist that something was not right.
The two officers headed back to the location once again.
This time, when at the front door, officers peered through the windows, noticing bags
of groceries sitting on the other side of the door.
In it were perishables like sausage, bacon, and ice cream.
This was enough for detectives to realize that someone was clearly interrupted while
doing the task of bringing in groceries and putting them away.
It's like who comes home, drops off groceries, and then leaves the house before putting them
away.
Or takes a nap or something.
Yeah, exactly.
Or just hops in the shower.
That doesn't happen.
Furthermore, upon closer inspection, the door knob on the front door seemed out of place.
There were scratch marks all along the outside of the handle, and the door was scratched
up like the wood.
The handle didn't look like a typical front door handle either.
It was like a twist handle instead of like a knocker one.
You know what I'm talking about?
Okay.
Or like what would you call that?
Like a turn?
I don't know.
Like one with a lever, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
Officers round the back of the house, hop the gate, and approach the back door.
They immediately noticed that the back door's door handle was missing.
What?
And in its place was a hole where a door knob should be.
Shut up so it was like put into the front door so that whoever had a key couldn't get
in.
Okay.
Oh my god.
Okay.
All right.
Detective McCord knelt down to peer into the hole.
When he did so, he felt heat instantly like coming from the hole.
Oh no.
Along with a smell.
A smell that was a mixture of all different kinds of things.
Yeah.
Spoiled groceries and probably death.
All Detective McCord knew was that it wasn't a good smell.
Yeah.
Detective McCord was staring straight into the living room and he could see the other
side of the front door where he, I'm using my hands like you listeners can hear like
see me but I'm describing it to kind of, so when you look through the hole of the back
door essentially the first kind of area you would be looking at would be kind of a, like
a living area then it, you can peer straight down a hallway and then there's the front
door as you can see the groceries from where he's looking.
Oh my god.
I'm just like imagining like an eyeball popping out from the other side.
Like someone like leans over and looks right back at him.
Cheapers, creepers.
Oh no.
So the right of the living area was kind of the kitchen, like it's kind of an open air
kind of kitchen area.
Detective McCord could see that there were black trash bags and gallons of chemicals
sitting in that kind of threshold area.
Probably cause.
The back door was unfortunately dead bolted so police could not enter through the back
door.
Backup is starting to arrive and it is now being reported as an increasingly concerning
circumstance.
Officers are able to gain access through the garage after finding Lisa's car unlocked
with a clicker in it.
The officers proceeded with caution as they entered the home through the garage door leading
into the kitchen area.
When the officers entered they began to call out hoping that someone wasn't in need of
medical attention.
Officers can faintly hear a dog howling somewhere in the house.
Okay, sorry relief, didn't have animal warning on there.
I know but you never know.
The house was extremely hot, not just that the AC was off but that the heater was on.
That was obviously intentional to increase the compensation.
Again furthering this, the oven was on high heat.
The top of the stove sat a cooking pot and the stove was on as well contributing to the
heat.
To the left of the entryway sat a small kitchen table like a gathering area.
On top of this table were two wallets, a hammer, pliers, some cash, and a woman's purse.
The wallets contained the IDs of Lisa and Mike Guy.
Through the living room and into the computer area it seemed unremarkable.
These rooms were immediately cleared by police.
Going back through the kitchen, cops noticed what appeared to be the original front door
knob.
Attached was a realtor's lock since the house had been for sale and the realtor had installed
it to shut off the home.
Police moved into the dining room where on the dining room table were long guns, rifles,
and knives.
The police are in the entryway now and here police can confirm the perishable foods have
also begun to rot.
Is this possibly where the strange smell is coming from?
Well, if you think about it you said Friday, Saturday, and Sunday so the groceries could
have realistically been bought on Friday and with the heat turned up that high they
obviously would have rot rotted or gone bad.
Let's hope.
Police began to head upstairs and the dog's howls are getting louder.
It isn't long before they realize the magnitude of this scene that they've stumbled upon.
As they ascend up the stairs they first notice spots, streaks, and eventually a pool of blood
at the top of the stairs.
There they see a pair of bloodied scissors lying in this pool as well as a pile of women's
garments.
A wedding ring lays near the clothing.
So it wasn't a robbery?
Certainly not, but more horrifying than that, Officer Ballard could see something at the
end of the hall, something that he was completely unprepared for.
At the end of the hall in the workout room, Officer Ballard saw a pair of severed hands
cut off at the wrists positioned on top of one another.
Okay.
It's fucked up.
Police immediately turn their attention to each room as they must be cleared for a potential
perpetrator for whatever has occurred here.
The master bedroom was almost completely undisturbed other than an industrial bottle of food grade
hydrogen peroxide sitting on the dresser.
The bottle was covered in blood.
Used and unused latex gloves were haphazardly strewn about the dresser.
Police open another bedroom to the left of the hallway, which appears mostly to have
been used as a storage room that had been ransacked.
On the right was the laundry room, one pile of clothes as if someone had changed quickly.
Down the hall, a bathroom.
Here police found blood all over the floor, flung on the walls.
Used gauze, bandages, hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, used and unused gloves completely
covering the sink.
Another pile of clothes lay here.
Police have now come to understand that the family beloveds dog Jake has been locked in
an adjacent room, but they don't know for how long.
Oh that poor guy was so scared.
You can hear him screaming for help.
It's so sad.
Oh my god he's probably starving and so hot.
Especially being upstairs, it's way hotter because he rises, right?
Down police have one more room to clear.
They make their way into the workout room.
This room was by far the bloodiest they've seen so far.
Workout equipment has been overturned, including a treadmill.
And of course the hands lying in the middle of the room.
However, police had yet to find a single person.
That is, until they check the master bedroom once more.
Within the master bedroom sat two rubber-made tubs.
In these tubs, police would find arms, legs, feet, and torsos.
The problem is that police had no idea of how many people they were looking at, as everything
had begun to liquefy.
This is not just from a normal decomposition process.
Gallons and gallons of empty sodium hydroxide bottles were all around the tubs.
Oh my god.
Including industrial grade drain cleaners and toilet uncloggers.
This is like fiction.
It sounds like a movie.
Now knowing the horrifying truth, police left the residence and waited for crime scene technicians.
It was not until later that the forensics teams processing the scene would come across
another gruesome find.
Contained within the cooking pot placed on the stove was the head of Lisa Guy.
When you said it was on, I was like, I really hope that was just for heat.
It's fucked up.
It reminds me of Zach Bowen.
The Zach Bowen case.
Another find would present itself in the form of a backpack and the guest room containing
a notebook.
In this notebook was written, now bear with me, okay?
Because this is, it's the ramblings of a madman.
Get killing knives, quiet multiple.
Get carving knives to make small pieces.
Get sledgehammer, crush bones.
Bring blender and food grinder, grind meat.
Get bleach to nature proteins.
Get plastic bed for denaturation process.
Does not matter where they're killed, just get rid of bloody spots to prevent evidence
of time of death.
Not a mattress or couches.
Get rid of bodies inside house.
There in my DNA already there.
This next part was crossed out.
Open up doggy door to provide entryway.
He crossed that out.
He was like, oh, that's not good.
Can't do that.
Too fat.
I don't know what he looks like.
Straight up.
Straight up though.
Accurate.
Flesh chunks down toilet, not garbage disposal.
He says fucking chunks, bro.
That is so fucked up.
Get plastic sheeting for disposal process.
Get hollow, okay, this is another one that's crossed out.
Get hollow point bullets just in case, but oh no, no, can't do that.
You know why?
Well, he'll tell you.
Will be seen buying bullets.
Just use computer room, gun, and then like a little arrow, check to make sure there are
bullets.
Parentheses, last resort.
This guy thinks he's doing something major.
Yeah, and he's like, you don't write all their fucking thoughts on the piece of paper like
that, do you?
No, he's just, this is where you can start seeing the arrogance of where he's at.
It's like so far he's completely self-isolated himself, won't interact with his family whatsoever,
but now you're seeing, oh, this guy is a narcissist.
He was plotting.
Yeah, exactly.
Because he thinks he can get away with it.
Writing it goddamn down on a fucking notebook.
He's not alive to claim her half of the insurance money, arrow, all mine.
Ew.
$500,000.
All mine.
What makes you think it's going to you?
They have three other children.
Yeah, he sounds like a, he sounds like a villain.
Like, I mean he is, but you know, in this story, but not story.
You know what I mean.
It's like an Instagram post of someone's like a plate of food and it's like all mine.
Exactly.
It's like, all we're going to do is like sneak in the house.
We're going to grab the cash.
All mine.
Whoa.
Yeah, just what?
Gross.
Flood the house.
Okay.
Turn heater up as high as it goes.
Arrow.
Speeds decomposition.
Bleach reacts with luminol just like blood.
Douse area with bleach.
Big sprayer.
Lie.
Trash compactor.
Body gives time of death.
Arrow alibi.
Don't have to get rid of the body if there's no forensic evidence on the body.
All caps.
His fingerprints and DNA.
Minimize things I touch throughout visit.
Wear gloves and socks to prevent fingerprints and footprints.
Drop something down the garbage disposal to break it.
Get him on the ground fixing it.
Arrow.
Kill him with a knife.
Like he thought like, oh, I'll just.
Break the garbage disposal.
The way he's like under there fixing the garbage disposal.
But like how removed is that?
No, for real.
And he's like planning different ways.
Like, oh, this isn't worth it.
I'll do this.
If this isn't worth it, I'll do that.
He sounds like the Wiley Coyote.
Also dumbass because he's like leave no trace.
He left shit everywhere.
Literally everywhere.
I think they said after the forensics teams went in there, I think the main forensics
lady.
Her name's Sandy something.
I loved listening to her if you guys have a chance to watch the trial.
I loved listening to her.
But she was like, I don't think there's a single room that did not contain some type
of evidence.
Exactly.
And he's like, oh, my DNA is all over the house anyway.
That's great.
And that might be like circumstantial, but the fact that you probably have skin cells
inside the used gloves.
Yeah.
Like come on.
Oh, no.
You left them all there.
He's a bumbling idiot.
Clean up mess from him before she gets home.
Okay.
Like I'm just going to kill this man with a knife and I'm going to clean it up before
she gets home from the store.
I'll leave it at that.
Kill her with knife.
This part was crossed out.
Kill dog after.
Okay.
But he crossed it out.
He's like, oh, nope.
Well, I thought he crossed that out, but these poor people, like what the fuck did they
do?
Yeah.
No, no, no, no.
Yeah.
He's going to kill the parents and just like kill the dog.
No, that's too extreme.
Leave alive and take dog with you.
No, no, that's too much.
That's too much.
Place her in shower.
Turn on hot water and point at her to get rid of forensics.
Point at her?
Yeah.
So I'll read the rest of the notes and then we'll discuss.
Remove her clothes and take them with me for disposal.
Place him in plastic bin and use it to get him into the upstairs bathroom.
So I guess he means put him in there and then drag him.
Get off his arm and plant his flesh under her fingernails, which makes no sense.
Place her hand with his DNA so that his DNA is not washed away by shower.
Use sodium hydroxide to destroy soft tissue and soften bones for transport.
Based one every hour to accelerate.
Flush sodium hydroxide down toilet.
Wash out bin and handheld shower head with handheld shower head and then direct handheld
into toilet to flush everything out of pipes and into public waterway.
Douse killing rooms.
Kitchen with bleach.
Place hair curler with flammable paper and flammable containers of gasoline in four locations.
His killing room, her killing room, his bathroom, her bathroom.
Wipe down areas near killing rooms and bathrooms.
Turn heaters up to 90 degrees to melt fingerprints and dry everything.
That's not how that works.
Set her phone to send me a text message late Sunday to prove that I was in Baton Rouge
and she was alive.
Leave through front door and wipe down doorknobs.
Center for flammable is set for Friday at 10 AM so they can't report it.
Included also on this notebook was ultraviolet light shows fingerprints.
Check mail before leaving to get rid of blood use peroxide and bleach.
I don't know how he could possibly frame either of his parents after he...
Like what is he...
So that's why he was saving his dad's hams, right?
He can say okay.
He saves his dad's hands so that he could frame them.
But like are we...
Are you gonna mail in the hand after you plant the DNA?
Like what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
How is that gonna work?
Also...
That's not gonna make any sense.
Also, wouldn't you just like set the house on fire and save yourself all this trouble
of having to clean up all this evidence?
Well that's kind of...
I guess that he is saying like set flammables for Friday but it's like when did...
I'm very interested to know the process in how...
What time frame this was him writing this?
Because it seems like he's got a lot of revisions.
Yeah, a lot of ideas.
A lot of ideas flowing here.
Not for nothing but like he thought of phone to send self-text on Friday or Sunday night.
You didn't think to send a text to send to the boss?
Because it shows that they're not coming to work on Monday morning?
Yeah right.
Like common sense.
I love that he iced out the realtor too.
He was like nah this bitch ain't getting in my house.
I'm gonna remove this doorknob.
Well he didn't want anyone coming in because with the realtor lock you can get that from
the realtor.
You don't have to be with the realtor and anybody can open it and get the key.
Yeah.
Could have been some strangers.
I just wanted to come see the house.
Yeah.
So you just like completely removed the doorknob.
He's like nope I guess I live here now.
This is so bizarre.
It is bizarre.
What the f...
What was the motive?
Like money?
Money?
Another page was solely dedicated to the chemical and biological compounds of the human body
including how much fat, water, protein and other matter contained in the human body.
He should have just become a fucking chemist.
Well, yeah.
He's clearly interested in that script.
He's really interested in that.
He's done the research ladies and gentlemen.
On the last page the notebook read her assets, her life insurance, $500,000, possibly more
with double indemnity.
With him missing slash dead I get the whole thing.
That's not true.
He sounds like what's that?
Whiplash.
What is Stanley Whiplash?
Snidely Whiplash from...
What's that guy's name?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You know the guy went like that mustache.
He's gonna go and push a girl on a train.
You know, like that guy.
No, but it's like if the husband's missing and they think he might have had something
to do with the murder, that's still not gonna give anyone life insurance.
It's not.
No one's gonna get it because it's gonna be an open investigation, you dumbass.
It's true.
Yeah.
He does not think this through.
He's not right.
Also, if it's a murder, you don't get life insurance.
Especially when you're the one doing the measuring.
All other assets are joint.
Go to him if missing, unknown if he's dead.
His assets, including all joint property if missing, when he gets all joint property
also gets joint debt.
Boo, sad face.
Knoxville House, homeowners insurance possibly, but possibly worthless after fire.
Oh, $100,000.
Segoinsville House appraised up $400,000 plus, worthless with Mike's sister on property.
Her house, and of course it said her name, but the story's...
Her car, his SUV not paid for.
His boat, his old truck paid for.
His 401K, $80,000, possibly left after taxes.
He could possibly have savings and or other investment accounts.
This guy's an idiot.
So he's like, okay, cool.
Not gonna actually do anything to make money, like go to medical school.
Like I said I was going to do...
Become a plastic surgeon.
Kill my parents and all this hair and all this fucking money.
And then, I'm sorry, the fact that he mentions that the Knoxville House may not be livable
due to a fire and not due to the fact that two people brutally died in there is insane.
Like, no, oh, does it matter if this is where I killed my parents?
If there's a fire, it's just my damage to the house.
It might not be livable.
Well, what did he think was gonna happen because the house sold?
Yeah.
Could you imagine being those people?
You just close out on a house and like your dude will move in in like two weeks and the
previous owners were murdered.
I would drop my offer so fast.
You already fucking bought it.
Thanks for breathing down your neck.
No.
You gotta pay off a murder house.
Yeah, that's fucking awful.
I'm sure he had to do something.
He had something to do with that financially.
Like he had to pay restitution or something.
I'm sure.
And maybe that's what he's talking about.
Maybe that's why he wanted to light it on fires because he knew it was gonna sell or
that it was sold.
So but then how does that...
He's clearly not thinking.
Like he's dumb.
Like he didn't think of any of this.
I'm hurting my brain thinking about all the things he didn't think about.
Exactly.
Among other incriminating evidence, police found a Walmart receipt containing a date
of November 26th at 3.30pm.
The receipt was for bandages, gauze, hydrogen peroxide, and this was among other first aid
items.
Lisa's purse also contained a Walmart receipt from that same day, just three hours earlier,
meaning that she and her husband died between noon and three that day.
He's like, oh, I forgot some stuff.
I'm gonna go back.
Well, you'll sleep well.
It is assumed that Mike was murdered while Lisa was at the store, and upon arriving after
dropping off her groceries by the front door, she proceeded upstairs either by being called
or maybe heard something.
She was then attacked from behind while ascending the stairs, ultimately falling when reaching
the top.
During the attack, Joel Michael sustained stab wounds like to himself.
What is it we call that?
Not self-inflicted, but it was accidental from his.
Because we've said it before on the podcast, it's very easy essentially to get a self-inflicted
wound when you're the perpetrator because unfortunately this kind of grows, but the
knife gets slippery with all the blood.
So it's very common that the perpetrator injures themself by accident.
Yeah, absolutely.
Let's go to the Walmart to review camera footage, and at the self-checkout, the camera revealed
a man with a bandaged up hand making this purchase, all these bandages and shit.
Ripping blood.
Yeah, he's like, oh, don't worry about mine.
Clearly I need this stuff.
The man was identified as Joel Michael Guy, Jr., but where was he?
Sure enough, police could just, I don't know, look at the fucking notebook and be like,
he's probably in baton rouge.
Yeah, the next page is where I'm going after.
My next step.
He had already paid off the rest of his year's lease and then some with his parents' card.
Like immediately uses the money that he stole.
He'd been going around purchasing shit for the last few days.
I'm pretty sure he even purchased the gauze and all that other stuff with his parents'
card.
Such a dick move.
During the autopsy, medical examiners couldn't determine exactly how many cuts were made
to each body given the deterioration.
Mike sustained at least 34 stab wounds and Lisa sustained at least 25 stab wounds.
That is so fucking overkill.
Like for what?
Like for 12 hours of spending money, like there's no way that this guy genuinely thought
he was going to get away with this.
I don't know.
And if he did, that's hilarious.
Which just makes me feel like maybe he didn't have any real world exposure to anything like
this because how do you not think of those things?
But that's how I want to say, I don't even know what the term would be.
That's just how ignorant he is, I guess.
Like the fact that he's so unlearned, you know, that he just really thinks that he can
just do a better crime than anyone else.
It didn't even dawn on him that his sisters might be able to testify and say, well yeah,
he was kind of weird growing up, he never spoke to us.
He clearly didn't care for our family like we did, you know, or whatever, our parents.
Exactly.
Ugh.
Although they were dismembered similarly, it was ultimately the decapitation of Lisa
and the brutality in which she was attacked that set them apart.
Lisa was stabbed so hard that she suffered blunt force trauma in the process as well,
resulting in nine ribs being perforated.
Holy shit.
So just like detached from, yeah.
Joel Michael Guy Jr. was charged with two counts of first degree murder, two counts
of felony murder, and two counts of abuse of a corpse.
Guy pled not guilty, but also tried to file a motion to be sentenced to death if he were
found guilty.
Of course, because he doesn't want to take accountability for his actions.
No.
He's like, I'm not guilty, but if you find me guilty, if you guys think I'm guilty,
just kill me.
Just kill me.
I'm in prison.
That's the narcissism.
Yeah.
In a somewhat strange trial that lasted just four days, the defense presented no exculpatory
evidence that would exonerate Guy or even explain our reason behind his atrocious acts.
They're like, sorry dude, you're on your own here?
I mean, I don't know what to say, your honor.
My client did it.
Yeah, I mean.
I can't.
I literally can't tell you.
I can't.
We're more of just like a moral support for Mr. Guy.
We're here because we have to be.
So yes, the prosecution did its thing and on the fourth day Guy was found guilty on all
six charges.
It was said that the sentence would be the maximum allowed by law, but before the judge
would sentence Guy, the victims, the family of Mike and Lisa, chose to participate in
victim impact statements.
Quote, my name is Alvin Medaire Jr. I'm the oldest brother of Lisa Guy and brother in
law of Joe Guy.
It's with a heavy heart and determined spirit that I make a statement to the members of
this court.
I am many things.
I'm a father.
I am a grandfather.
I'm a husband.
I'm a brother.
I'm an uncle.
And I am a son.
I have been blessed to see many wonderful things on this earth.
I've watched my stepstone grow to become a man.
I've been there for my grandchildren and I've watched them grow and to become little
people.
Your parents cannot see these things, Joe Michael, because of the crime that you've
committed.
My sister, Lisa Guy, was one of the most loving, caring, and forgiving people on the face of
this earth.
Her husband, my brother in law, Joe Guy Sr., was honestly one of the most down to earth,
hardworking, unkind people I've ever met.
They were the type of people who would help anyone at wherever they could.
My sister was a type of person who loved deeply.
She loved the family.
She loved her mother.
She loved her father, her sister, and I.
Her husband.
She loved her children and her stepchildren.
She loved her grandchildren.
Her love was taken.
It was taken from this world by murder.
My sister and brother-in-law loved family.
They enjoyed holidays.
Some of my favorite memories I have of her and him were from the holidays.
We could sit around and tell fun and interesting stories.
If my brother-in-law was an amazing storyteller, then our family holidays will never be the
same without them there.
Lisa and Joel were murdered.
They were butchered.
Their bodies were desecrated.
Their spirits were forever harmed.
The loss of my family members will be forever eternal.
I stand for them and their statement.
Days after hearing of Joel and Lisa's murder, my mother was hospitalized, and she never
exited that hospital.
The loss of a child was a difficult one for her, one that I hoped that I never have to
endure.
But to find out that your daughter was murdered by her own grandchild was heartbreaking.
She could not even attend the funeral.
She was unable to say her final prayers.
She was a Catholic, and she was unable to take communion at her own daughter's funeral.
The next day, after we buried Joel and Lisa, my mother died.
They fought to bring her back, but she truly died of a broken heart.
There are three deaths on Joel Michael Guy Jr.'s hands.
My grandchildren lost their grandmother, my stepson lost his grandmother, and I lost
my mother on that day.
I lost my family.
My mother is gone.
My sister is gone.
The world has forever changed.
The impact of this crime is notorious.
My grandchildren's grandchildren will be able to read about this horrible, disgusting crime,
and we will never be the same.
Thank you."
End quote.
Litteral full body.
Straight up.
I got anxiety reading it.
It was just, it's an all-encompassing statement.
It really is.
And his, Mike's sisters speak, and of course the daughters speak.
And but that, yeah, that was really intense.
You know, and I was thinking during listening to that, we do so many of these cases.
You know, I'm going to speak for myself.
I'm not going to speak for both of us, but sometimes I get a little numb to the fact
that people like lost their entire lives, you know, when we talk about it.
And even during this case, like it's easy to like forget how impactful just one person's
life is on other people, let alone two or the hundreds of victims that we've covered
as far as, as long as we've done the podcast.
Like hearing things like that just brings it back down to earth like, oh my God, like,
and it makes me think of my family, you know, when we lost someone very close to us, that
happened.
When we lose someone very close to us in the future, that's going to happen.
And I can't imagine it being as heinous as this and then having to deal with all that
aftermath.
The aftermath in itself is awful.
You know, imagine it being caused by another member of your family.
Yeah, and someone that like you're, I mean, you're supposed to trust family, right?
And it's just, they did everything for him.
The fact that Lisa, I'm not just Lisa, but Mike too, but the fact that she was so proud
to have that baby.
Oh, she was so proud to have him because they had already had the girls, but Lisa wanted
a biological child, only biological child to do that to you.
And with as much support as she tried to give him to.
And the fact that he attacked her so brutally, you know, Mike senior fucking fought.
There was, I mean, there was evidence of that in that workout room.
He fought.
And I think I want to say that the reason that Joel Michael was junior was as bloodied
as he was, was because of his father.
I think his father tried to kick his ass.
I think he did.
But Lisa, you know, literally being ambushed and then so brutally attacked.
And then to not just like, let them be and further this ridiculous plan that you have
that you're going to, you know, dissolve bodies and like flush, flush this them down
a toilet.
Yeah, it's horrendous.
Like, I don't know.
It's disgusting to even think about like, yeah, you're so right.
He could have just committed this awful crime, which I mean, obviously if we had it different,
he wouldn't have ever done it.
But he could have just said, okay, you know, that's it.
I'm done.
And then leave.
And then manipulate the crime scene, turn the heat way up.
It's like, you're not fucking dexter.
All right.
That's what he thinks.
He thinks he's like, yeah, he thinks he's this mastermind.
He clearly didn't think much through and he spent so much time in his room by himself.
He probably got a lot of a lot of his ideas from fictional TV shows and movies and didn't
really do his research on like, I mean, he he left shit everywhere.
Like he said, like he's like, oh, get rid of evidence, bleach.
And then he leaves fucking eight pairs of gloves that he wore there.
Oh, there was like no joke.
There's probably at least like 50 pairs of gloves through.
Why does he change love so much?
I don't understand.
I don't know.
I don't understand.
I think maybe he was trying to, I think in my mind, maybe he was, so the hydrogen peroxide
bottle had blood all over it, one of them.
He had many, but I think that it had blood on it.
I think he poured that on his hands.
And I think when he bandaged it, I think he was going to put gloves on over it.
But he probably kept bleeding.
You know what I'm saying?
Oh, I see.
But then he left all of his DNA of the blood.
That's so funny.
Yeah, he's an idiot.
It's a horrible crime, horrible crime.
Joel Michael Guy, Jr. was sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.
He has never been evaluated psychologically, yielding no explanation as to why he committed
such an incredible act of callousness.
In my opinion, and it's a humble one.
It's just, as these people are reading their victim impact statements, he is sipping on
water.
He's looking around.
He's got his hands folded on his chunky belly, and he's just like eating it all up.
And it's just the only thing that comes to mind is psychopathy.
It's the only thing that comes to mind.
Yeah, narcissism.
I think it's narcissism mixed with ignorance, which is so funny because narcissists would
not like to be called ignorant.
It's the irony.
According to the National Institute of Health, psychopathy is defined as a neuro-psychiatric
disorder marked by deficient emotional responses, lack of empathy, and poor behavioral controls,
commonly resulting in persistent antisocial deviants and criminal behavior.
Although there is no official diagnosis of psychopathy recognized by psychologists or
psychiatrists.
That sounds just like him, though.
It really does.
It's like, where the fuck did it come from?
Where did it come from?
I guess it's just the isolation.
But it was purposeful.
I don't think that his parents were like, you stay in your room.
You know what I mean?
He did it himself.
I think he just like maybe, I don't know, maybe he did grow up feeling a little distanced
from everyone else because his sisters were older.
I don't even want to call them his sisters.
His young ladies, the daughters, were, because I just fucked this guy.
But the daughters were really, really close to them.
And I think maybe he just kind of felt left out.
That's definitely not an excuse.
No, definitely not.
It's almost like, sorry.
Like maybe he felt distanced from them anyways.
So he was like, fuck it, I'm going to lead into it.
You know?
Yeah, it's almost like the opposite of fallia due.
It's like not shared psychosis, but it's like the opposite.
You're so isolated that you start to make yourself go crazy.
Like reading those notebooks is like, it's like someone's, yeah, like they're writing
down every thought that pops in their head.
Yeah, because it's, I mean, I wonder if he is like a journal or like if he was someone
who liked to journal because he was so loudly.
But it's like, yeah, it's like, let me write it down on paper and then I don't know, because
it's the only thing you can talk to, I guess.
Yeah, for sure.
Joe Michael Guy Jr. currently resides in a Northwest Correctional Complex in Tiptonville,
Tennessee.
Tiptonville.
The end.
Dang.
That was a really wild case.
Yeah, it was definitely not what I was thinking at all.
It was a doozy.
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