Haunted and Homicidal

Buckle up, buttercups, because this episode is running purely on ✨chaos, caffeine, and questionable life choices✨. First things first: yes, we KNOW this episode is late. Like… fashionably late? No. Embarrassingly late. Life didn’t just happen — it absolutely body-slammed Lauren into the void. Between a new car, sick kids, bills that keep respawning like a video game boss, and awards ceremonies (?? who authorized this schedule??), she is doing her BEST. Please lower your expectations and raise your empathy. Thank you 💅 We have NO idea how long this episode is. Could be 30 minutes. Could be 3 hours. Time is a social construct and we’ve abandoned it. Naturally, technical difficulties are present because they live here now. GhostTube is back and somehow even ruder than before (like who gave this app the audacity??), and the cats are screaming in the background because that is their full-time job and they take it VERY seriously. ✨Mischa ASMR makes her grand return✨ — featuring crunchy green beans because she is the moment, she is the icon, she is the backbone of this entire operation. Honestly, we’re just her assistants at this point. Today’s chaos menu includes: 👑 The Tower of London — where the vibes are haunted, the history is messy, and the ghosts have UNIONIZED (probably). We’re talking executions, tortured souls, and yes… ARCHBITCHOPS. Not bishops. BITCHOPS. Get it right. 🩸 The legend of Bloody Mary — mirror rituals, childhood trauma, and the age-old question: why were we all summoning demons in middle school bathrooms like it was a normal extracurricular activity?? AND THEN — because the plot absolutely derails — Lauren casually drops that she is basically royalty. As in, connected to Mary I of England (aka Bloody Mary herself), plus Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard… AND also somehow tied to Napoleon Bonaparte. Which honestly explains the main character energy, the chaos, and probably at least 60% of the attitude. So yeah. This episode has: ✔ Apologies (but like… spicy ones) ✔ Haunted castles and dramatic deaths ✔ Mirror demons and childhood bad decisions ✔ Royal bloodlines??? ✔ Crunchy dog ASMR ✔ GhostTube being an absolute menace ✔ Cats screaming like they pay rent We’re unhinged. We’re late. We’re trying. OK LOVE YOU BYEEEE 👻

Alright buckle up, because this episode is LONG, unhinged, and comes with the kind of trigger warning that we are legally, morally, and spiritually obligated to scream at you multiple times. 🚨 MAJOR. MASSIVE. DO NOT PASS GO WITHOUT PREPARING YOURSELF. 🚨 Today we’re diving headfirst into the horrifying reality of the Moors Murders (yeah… it’s as bad as you think, maybe worse), and somehow we ALSO thought it was a good idea to cover the deeply unsettling Colonial Parkway Murders. So if you were hoping for a light, breezy episode… absolutely not. Demon static is back in full force (rude), but for once it kinda fits the vibe because everything about this episode is cursed. In true chaotic fashion, we were personally victimized mid-recording by a SPIDER (yes, capital S, because trauma), so enjoy that interruption sprinkled in with your nightmares. We are, of course, still boo’d up with HauntFest (as we should be), and somehow managed to survive recording this emotional rollercoaster without completely spiraling… mostly. Also—LISTEN. We know this episode is late. Life came in HOT. Lauren’s husband got back after 30 days of OTR trucking, immediately followed by the Crawfish Festival (which gifted Lauren a lovely case of sun poisoning because why wouldn’t it), AND THEN this man casually said “happy 12th anniversary” with a whole-ass brand new Kia Seltos 2026?? So yeah… editing took a backseat to survival, celebration, and recovering from being personally attacked by the sun. Anyway. This episode is chaos, trauma, demon static, spiders, and questionable life choices all wrapped into one. Proceed with caution. Or don’t. We warned you. Ok love you bye 💀

Welcome back to your favorite unhinged descent into chaos where absolutely nothing goes according to plan and somehow that’s the plan. ✨ Today’s episode kicks off with Lauren once again proving she is in a deeply committed, borderline toxic relationship with 7Brew. There is gushing. There is dramatic reenactment of the first sip. There may or may not be a full personality shift depending on caffeine levels. Meanwhile, she is aggressively hongry—like feral, seeing-red, can’t-finish-a-single-bite-of-lunch-for-an-hour hongry—because life refuses to let her eat in peace. Enter Mischa, who has already consumed a whole corndog but is now spiritually and emotionally entitled to Lauren’s food. Naturally. So yes… you will be getting some premium Mischa ASMR because it’s been a minute and she has thoughts (and mouth sounds). ALSO—before we spiral any further—we are STILL very much boo’d up with HauntFest and riding that high like it’s a personality trait at this point. If it’s spooky, chaotic, and slightly questionable? We’re there. Emotionally. Spiritually. Probably physically. GhostTube? Oh, she showed up RUDE. Sassy. Disrespectful. Acting like she pays rent. Interrupting, judging, probably rolling her nonexistent eyes. Nothing new, just your regularly scheduled paranormal attitude problem. Then we spiral into the haunted chaos of the Biltmore Estate—a literal mansion the size of a small country where ghosts apparently said “yeah, this’ll do.” We talk lingering spirits, eerie vibes, and why Lauren is absolutely convinced this place is secretly a hotel and no one can tell her otherwise. If it looks like a hotel and feels like a hotel… it’s a haunted hotel. Period. And because we refuse to stay on one topic like normal, stable adults, we immediately launch ourselves into telekinesis—because why NOT end the episode questioning reality itself? Mind over matter? Government secrets? Are we all just one bad day away from accidentally throwing someone across the room with our thoughts?? Who’s to say. It’s chaotic. It’s hungry. It’s caffeinated. It’s haunted. And honestly… we wouldn’t have it any other way.

We would like to start this episode by formally announcing that Lauren is, once again, financially and emotionally invested in 7Brew. Specifically: iced caramel blondie. If it has a chokehold on her? Yes. Will she stop? Absolutely not. Do we support this addiction? Also yes. Meanwhile, we are STILL boo’d up with HauntFest (as we should be 💅), living our spooky little lives while pretending we’re emotionally stable enough for today’s cases…which we are NOT. This episode takes a HARD left turn into “why did we do this to ourselves” territory as we cover the kidnapping and murder of Angelica Ramirez — a case that is equal parts heartbreaking and rage-inducing. Courtney starts off strong…confident…composed… and then we actively hear her unravel in real time. Like…you can pinpoint the exact moment her sanity packs a bag and leaves the building. And because we clearly hate peace, we follow that up with the disappearance and murder of Hannah Graham — a case that will have you side-eyeing literally everyone and questioning your will to go outside ever again. The timeline? Disturbing. The details? Infuriating. Courtney? Spiraling. Lauren? Trying to hold it together while also thinking about her next 7Brew run. Somewhere in between the trauma, we probably get distracted, say something wildly inappropriate, and then snap right back into “oh my god this is awful” mode because emotional whiplash is kind of our brand at this point. So buckle up, grab your emotional support iced coffee, and join us as we laugh, cry, rage, and completely lose our minds — all in the same episode.

We are STILL boo’d up with HauntFest (because clearly we have a type: haunted, chaotic, and slightly concerning 💅), and GhostTube? Oh she clocked in EARLY today with a mouth on her. Immediately disrespectful. Immediately aggressive. Zero emotional support. Lauren is fighting for her life trying to keep this episode on track while GhostTube is out here acting like a possessed Roomba, spitting out responses that feel…targeted. Courtney is side-eyeing EVERYTHING because the vibes are not just off—they are spiritually rancid. This week, we descend into the nightmare fuel that is the Ancient Ram Inn — one of the most notoriously haunted locations in England. We’re talking demonic energy, alleged human sacrifice, shadow figures, succubi/incubi situations (?? excuse me???), and a building that basically said “peace was never an option.” People have reported being physically attacked, dragged, whispered to…so obviously we decided to talk about it right before bed. Smart. Very smart. And because that wasn’t enough emotional damage, we pivot to the Pascagoula UFO abduction case — right here in Mississippi, where two grown men, Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker, had an encounter in 1973 that said “you thought ghosts were bad? hold my extraterrestrial beer.” What they described was NOT your cute little gray alien moment. No. We’re talking robotic creatures, paralysis, missing time, and a story so unsettling it still holds up under scrutiny today. So now we have: ✨ A demonically charged inn that hates people ✨ Aliens pulling up unannounced in Mississippi ✨ GhostTube actively trying to start a fight And somehow WE are expected to sleep after recording this??? Absolutely not. If you hear Lauren spiraling, Courtney losing faith in humanity, and GhostTube being an unfiltered menace…just know we are not okay and neither will you be. Enjoy 💀

Happy Birthday to Easter… aka Zombie Jesus Day™ (respectfully… kinda). Lauren has a headache (shocking, groundbreaking, never before seen), the technology is once again fighting for its life, and her brain has decided to simply… not participate today. Thoughts? Gone. Memories? Deleted. Vibes? Questionable. We are STILL boo’d up with HauntFest (as we should be 💅), and Lauren is wearing her Pink Mermaid 7Brew shirt because she hasn’t been in a while and is emotionally spiraling about it. This is what we call coping. Meanwhile, Mischa is going through it because Courtney had the AUDACITY to smell like other dogs. Betrayal. Absolute betrayal. She is clingy, offended, and demanding justice (and snacks). The cats? Oh, they are screaming. Why? Because doors are closed. And apparently that is a crime punishable by death in this household. Once we manage to wrestle control of the chaos (barely), we dive into the brutal and deeply unsettling Clutter family murders—except Lauren did this research so long ago that now we are all learning together in real time. Love that for us. Expect confusion, shock, and at least one moment where Lauren goes, “wait…WHAT??” like she didn’t literally write this herself. And because we clearly hate peace, we also spiral into the case of Charles Starkweather—a teenage killing spree, bad decisions, and enough chaos to make you question literally everything about humanity. So buckle up. It’s unhinged. It’s educational (technically). It’s chaotic as hell. And somehow, we do manage to talk about murder in between screaming animals, technical issues, and Lauren’s declining will to function. Welcome to the episode. You’re stuck with us now.

First things first—GhostTube is BACK and on its absolute bullshit. Rude, interruptive, uninvited, and somehow still running this show like it pays rent. The ghosts are sassy, the vibes are chaotic, and honestly? We’re just trying to get through a sentence without being spiritually heckled. Spoiler: we cannot. We are STILL not over being boo’d up with HauntFest (like… are we famous now?? emotionally yes), and in the midst of our excitement, we spiral—again—into why Lauren will NEVER be caught camping. Ever. Not now, not in this lifetime, not even if you offered snacks. Bugs? Dirt?? The OUTDOORS??? Hard pass. She would rather be on a beach somewhere… just not Mississippi because why is the water giving ✨toilet✨. Respectfully. Anyway—today’s chaos takes us to Edinburgh Castle, where the vibes are historic, haunted, and possibly homicidal?? We’re talking eerie energy, ghost sightings, and a dinner that feels less like fine dining and more like your last meal before something terrible happens. Is it just a castle… or are you being spiritually sized up for murder? We investigate (loosely, because GhostTube won’t shut up). Then we dive into the absolutely unhinged concept of psychic vampirism—aka people who drain your energy without ever touching you. Emotional leeches. Vibe suckers. That one person who texts you and suddenly your whole day is ruined? Yeah. THEM. We break down what it is, where it comes from, and whether you’ve unknowingly been a victim (you have). Between haunted castles, energy vampires, and GhostTube acting like it’s the main character, this episode is pure chaos. No structure. No peace. Just vibes… and they’re questionable. Welcome to the madness.

Lauren showed up today in the most fragile, unmotivated, “if I cough one more time I’m calling OSHA” state imaginable — and yet…we persist. Barely. Blame the public school germ factory (respectfully…disrespectfully…fuck them kids). Energy levels are on life support, but the chaos? Oh, the chaos is THRIVING. We’re still riding high on our HauntFest excitement while Lauren’s daughter delivers a completely unprompted, deeply concerning TED Talk on buttholes mid-recording (??? no context, no warning, just vibes). Mischa is snoring like she pays rent, waking only to beg for snacks, butt scratches, and commit acts of violence against her cat brother Sam — which includes, but is not limited to, attempting to swallow his entire head this morning. Siblings 💕. There’s also a fully unplanned ADHD spiral about that situation because obviously there is. Once we regain the smallest ounce of composure, we wrap up the absolutely horrific case of David Parker Ray. This is Part 2, where we go deeper into the psychology behind what he did, how someone becomes that level of monster, and the lasting impact on victims. And just to be crystal clear — we are NOT kink shaming the BDSM community. Consent matters. What he did was abuse, torture, and evil. Period. It’s unhinged. It’s sleep-deprived. It’s mildly feral. And somehow…we finished the episode.

First of all…yeah. We KNOW part 1 of David Parker Ray was…a lot. Like emotionally destabilizing, sleep-with-the-lights-on, question-your-faith-in-humanity a lot. He fucking sucks. We hate him. You hate him. The vibes were rancid. Thank you for surviving that with us — therapy is encouraged, hydration is mandatory. BUT—✨balance✨—we are STILL ridiculously hyped to be boo’d up with HauntFest because spooky season is a lifestyle and we refuse to let men like that ruin our ghost girl autumn. Today’s episode is a chaotic whiplash of vibes because we immediately teleport to the ✨haunted depths✨ of the Black Forest — where it’s dark, it’s dense, and it absolutely feels like something is watching you (and probably judging you). Folklore? Cursed energy? Vibes that say “do NOT go off the path”? Yes. All of it. Meanwhile, GhostTube is back and acting like it pays rent — RUDE, DEMANDING, and personally targeting Courtney like she owes it money. The ghost(s)? Disrespectful. The commentary? Unhinged. The tension? PALPABLE. The entertainment value? Unfortunately…very high. And because we clearly hate having peace, we spiral directly into demonic possession — what it is, how it allegedly happens, and why every single explanation (religious OR scientific) somehow still leaves us deeply unsettled. Are we talking oppression, obsession, full-blown possession? Yep. Are we questioning every weird noise in our house now? ALSO yep. So buckle up. It’s spooky forests, rude ghost apps, and demons (casual). What could possibly go wrong?

Buckle up, besties, because this is your HUGE HUGE HUGE very serious trigger warning. We are not kidding. If you’re easily disturbed, this is your moment—turn it off, skip it, protect your peace. We will love you for it. …still here? Okay. Don’t say we didn’t warn you. This week wrecked Lauren. She procrastinated HARD because the first time she heard this case, it stuck with her for days—no sleep, constant replay, full mental spiral. It got so bad she had to buy a journal just to get it out of her head. So naturally…we decided to cover it 🙃 BUT ALSO—we are still boo’d up with HauntFest 👻 and thriving (emotionally? no. professionally? yes). Today we’re covering David Parker Ray aka The Toy Box Killer—and there is absolutely NO way we could do this in one sitting without losing our sanity. So this is Part 1 of a very heavy two-parter. We go into his early life (including his absolute garbage father exposing him to sadomasochistic material way too young), then dive into the horrifying reality of the “Toy Box”—what was inside, what it was used for, and the calculated nightmare he created. We touch on victims—but focus mainly on the one who escaped because that is literally all we can handle today without emotionally shutting down. We also share the beginning of the audio recording he played for victims after they regained consciousness. We will NOT be sharing the full transcript or source—if you go looking, that’s on you. You cannot unhear it. By the end, Lauren is nauseous (even editing this was rough), and Courtney has taken up permanent residence on the Struggle Bus. This episode is heavy. We are not okay. And we still have Part 2.

Welcome back, sinners and emotional support chaos gremlins — we missed you. Probably. 😌 We kick things off with the long-awaited return of Mischa ASMR… except plot twist: she is a dog, not a child, so what you’re actually getting is aggressive sniffing, questionable licking noises, and the occasional mysterious crunch that no one can identify. Our listeners? Obsessed. Mischa herself? Half asleep, still begging for snacks like she just ran a marathon instead of napping for 14 hours straight. She’s acting like she hasn’t slept in five years, but don’t be fooled — this is a full-time professional napper. Lauren’s husband would also like it noted (again) that short episodes are unacceptable, so congratulations — this one is legally required to be long. We don’t make the rules. (He does.) GhostTube is back and somehow worse than usual — rude, demanding, and acting like she’s HR for the afterlife. Interrupting us, judging us, and generally bringing an attitude that no one asked for but we’re forced to endure. Mischa continues her side quest of Snack Acquisition™ throughout the episode, and honestly, she’s closer to success than we are to understanding GhostTube’s attitude problem. We’re still riding the high of our ✨HauntFest.net✨ partnership because we are THRIVING (and also still asking for a rage room, respectfully). This week, we dive into the Screaming Tunnel — a place where there are no ghosts, just the deeply cursed experience of lighting a match and hearing a scream that will absolutely make you question every life choice that led you there. Science says it’s probably acoustics. We say it’s a personal attack. Then we spiral HARD into the case of Anneliese Michel, where things go from “hmm interesting” to “absolutely not” in record time. We break down the exorcism, the disturbing audio, the religious context, and the ongoing debate of possession vs. severe mental illness — and spoiler alert: there are no comforting conclusions here. And just when we think we’ve made it out alive… the demon static shows up at the end. Because of course it does. It has impeccable timing and a personal vendetta. Anyway, enjoy the chaos. Stay haunted. And if your dog starts doing ASMR in the middle of the night… mind your business. 👀

First things first: we know the episode is late. Please lower the pitchforks. Lauren is currently getting her ass thoroughly kicked by depression, and unfortunately mental health does not care about podcast schedules. On top of that, Daylight Savings Time came in like a sleep-depriving demon and absolutely wrecked everyone’s internal clock. Both Lauren and Courtney slept in like two Victorian children with consumption. Lauren is also still (or again?? who even knows anymore) sick after going on a stress-fueled, caffeine-powered spring cleaning rampage that nearly took her out. Was it a good idea to drink obscene amounts of caffeine while deep cleaning? No. Did it happen anyway? Also yes. Also, before anyone says anything — Lauren does NOT have a 7 Brew problem. She has a 7 Brew lifestyle (still not sponsored - We're looking at you, 7 Brew!). A personality trait. A spiritual dependency, if you will. Meanwhile we are still ridiculously excited about our HauntFest partnership because nothing pairs better with emotional instability than haunted attractions and questionable life choices. This week we dive into the horrifying and endlessly mysterious murder of The Black Dahlia, Elizabeth Short — one of the most infamous unsolved cases in American history. It’s got suspicious men, terrible police work, about 9,000 suspects, and more conspiracy theories than the internet can responsibly handle. We spiral into the timeline, the investigation, the media circus, and the absolute chaos that followed… while trying not to scream into the void about how none of it makes sense. Then we jump into the deeply disturbing 1974 murder of Arlis Perry, a case that takes place inside a church at Stanford and somehow manages to get progressively more unsettling the deeper you go. Ritualistic elements? Extremely suspicious behavior? Investigators side-eyeing basically everyone? Yep. It’s dark, it’s bizarre, and it sends us into yet another chaotic rabbit hole while Lauren attempts to stay conscious and Courtney tries to keep the train on the tracks (she fails).

This week’s episode is short, chaotic, and slightly unhinged because after the absolute novel we dropped on y’all last week — and the chaos that’s coming over the next couple episodes — we decided everyone deserved a tiny paranormal breather. Like a snack-sized haunting. A haunted appetizer, if you will. We are still proudly partnered with HauntFest (go check them out immediately), but unfortunately 7Brew continues to ignore the greatest sponsorship opportunity of their lives, which is frankly a tragedy for Lauren’s caffeine addiction. And of course GhostTube has returned, once again interrupting us with its usual sass, judgment, and ghostly attitude problems, because apparently the spirits feel very strongly about being part of this podcast now. Today we take a quick trip to Corvin Castle, one of the creepiest castles in Europe that looks like Dracula himself designed it during a bad mood. Naturally, the vibes are immaculate if your vibe is dark medieval torture castle with ghost problems. Somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, Courtney re-tells the childhood demon experience that permanently altered the way she sleeps for the rest of her life. We’re talking NO OPEN DOORS EVER. PERIODT. Doors must be closed. Hallways must not be visible. Darkness must be managed. Because if you can see the hallway… something in the hallway can see you. This spirals us directly into a discussion about shadow people, which honestly none of us were emotionally prepared for. Shadow adults? Suspicious but manageable. Creepy shadow figures standing in corners? Not ideal, but survivable. Shadow children? Absolutely the fuck NOT. Immediate nope. Instant eviction from reality. Between Courtney’s demon story, the nightmare fuel that is Corvin Castle, and GhostTube being rude as hell the entire episode, this short little break episode somehow still manages to spiral completely out of control — just the way we like it. 👻

Buckle up, sinners. This episode is ✨emotionally unstable✨.   We are STILL absolutely feral over partnering with HauntFest (catch us screaming into the void about it at HauntFest.net 👻). Like… we’re thriving. We’re glowing. We’re haunted but sponsored.   Also — and this is not subtle — 7Brew, if you’re listening… Lauren would like to formally announce her dependence. This is not a joke. This is a cry for help wrapped in a caramel blondie with extra sweet cream. Please partner with us before her bank account files a restraining order.   Now. Deep breath.   Today we spiral into the murder of Nicole Brown Simpson and the trial of O. J. Simpson — and yes, we absolutely unravel when we get to that verdict. Courtney has a full, televised, five-stage-grief meltdown the second we hear “not guilty.” We scream. We question reality. We question the justice system. We question our life choices.   And of course, we talk about Johnny Cochran and his now-infamous line: “If the glove doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”   Ma’am. Sir. The glove? THE GLOVE?? Courtney is not okay.   Then, because apparently we hate emotional stability, we dive into the murder of Faith Hedgepeth — technically “unsolved” (trial pending later this year 👀), and we have QUESTIONS. So many questions. Courtney attempts to read her notes and instead invents a new dialect of English. It’s giving phonics but make it crime podcast.   Meanwhile, Mischa once again has VERY BIG FEELINGS about the people in the house. The spirits are judging. The vibes are off. Someone is apparently breathing wrong. The energy is hostile. We are unwell.   In this episode:   Justice system rage   Courtroom chaos   Coffee addiction pleas   True crime emotional damage   A cat who absolutely owns this house   And at least one co-host threatening to quit (probably)   If you came for stability, this is not that podcast. If you came for unhinged true crime with emotional whiplash and caffeine-fueled screaming?   Welcome home. 👻

Gather ‘round, gremlins. 👻✨ We are STILL aggressively, spiritually, emotionally, financially excited about partnering with HauntFest. Yes, we’re bringing it up again. Yes, we will continue bringing it up. Yes, you will go to 👉 HauntFest.net 👻 Haunted houses, spooky vendors, vibes that say “this could go wrong” — it’s everything we stand for. Today’s haunted chaos menu: 🏚️ The McRaven House in Vicksburg, MS — allegedly the “most haunted house in Mississippi,” featuring Civil War energy, lingering spirits, and the overwhelming feeling that something is standing directly behind you but when you turn around it’s just your poor life choices. 😈 The exorcism of Roland Doe — the real-life case that inspired The Exorcist and includes scratching noises, flying objects, Latin phrases, and enough documented weirdness to make you sleep with a light on for the rest of your natural life. Meanwhile… 📱 GhostTube is HIGHLY active and fully on its nonsense again. Interrupting. Roasting us. Saying cryptic one-word messages like it’s auditioning for a horror ARG. We asked for paranormal evidence, not attitude, but here we are. 🚫 And before anyone asks: we will NOT be covering the suicide dog bridge. Ever. That’s trauma we will never emotionally recover from. Some things are too sad. We have boundaries. Rare, but present. 🚽 Also, Mischa is absolutely terrified and hiding from the plumber. Is he just fixing pipes? Yes. Does that matter? No. The vibes are suspicious. The anxiety is high. The ghost app is somehow involved. Expect: • Paranormal chaos • Demon-adjacent static • At least one “nope, absolutely not” • GhostTube acting like it pays rent • Mischa whispering from a safe location • Lauren spiraling responsibly • HauntFest enthusiasm at inappropriate moments It’s haunted history, demonic lore, plumbing anxiety, and app-based disrespect. Light a candle. Check your attic. Lock your doors. Avoid bridges. And go to HauntFest.net 👻

Buckle up, demons. 👻✨ We are STILL foaming-at-the-mouth levels of excited to be partnered with HauntFest (yes, we will scream about it every episode, yes, you will deal with it, yes, you will go to 👉 HauntFest.net 👻). Haunted attractions? Spooky vendors? Questionable life choices? Say less. Today’s emotional rollercoaster of chaos includes: 🔦 The absolutely unhinged real-life Gone Girl case of Denise Huskins — featuring a kidnapping, a police department that said “hmm… sounds fake,” and a plot twist that made everyone collectively gasp. 🔐 The nightmare fuel case of Colleen Stan — also known as the Girl in the Box — which will make you want to double check your locks, your friends, and maybe your entire existence. AND BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE REFUSES TO LET US LIVE IN PEACE… 📡 The demon static is back. Again. Of course. Is it wiring? Is it spirits? Is it our enemies? Is it HauntFest’s ghostly marketing team reaching through the veil? We don’t know. What we DO know is it shows up at the worst possible moments like it pays rent. We manage to balance psychological horror, systemic failure, and “how is this real life?” with: 📞 A completely unplanned, mid-episode phone call from Lauren’s husband that derails the entire show. There is confusion. There is oversharing. There is absolutely no regaining control. At one point we forget what crime we were talking about. Honestly? Marriage is the real jump scare. Expect: • Rage. • Disbelief. • At least one “ARE YOU KIDDING ME.” • A side quest. • Probably yelling. • Definitely trauma. • Demon static cutting in like it’s producing the show. • And somehow… sponsorship enthusiasm. It’s true crime, it’s chaos, it’s marital interruption core, it’s haunted audio equipment. Get comfy. Lock your doors. Silence your spouse. Cleanse your soundboard. And go check out HauntFest.net 👻

This week’s episode is what happens when the ghosts decide THEY are the main characters. GhostTube does not clock in quietly. Oh no. The spirits are ACTIVE, unhinged, and apparently stuck in the world’s most toxic paranormal situationship. They either LOVE each other or absolutely despise each other — there is no in-between. It’s giving ghostly reality show. It’s giving “we need couples therapy but we died in 1842.” They interrupt us constantly. They’re rude. They’re dramatic. At one point we’re pretty sure one of them is jealous. Meanwhile, Lauren’s ADHD says, “You know what this needs? A solo concert.” So yes. There is singing. There is chaos. There is at least one performance no one asked for but everyone received. Somewhere between the paranormal bickering and Lauren’s accidental musical debut, we take you to Fengdu Ghost City — the so-called “City of Ghosts” on the Yangtze River, where ancient Chinese mythology says the afterlife isn’t just a concept, it’s a full-blown tourist destination for the dead. We’re talking demon kings, judgment trials, and architecture that screams “abandon hope, but make it aesthetic.” Then we spiral (naturally) into False Awakenings — the psychological horror of thinking you woke up… but you absolutely did not. Layers of dreams. Fake mornings. Brushing your teeth in a dream only to wake up and realize you still have to brush your teeth in real life. Rude. Disrespectful. Paranormal? Psychological? A glitch in the simulation? We have questions. Also yes — we once again scream about our HUGE sponsorship with HauntFest 👻 If you like haunted attractions, spooky season chaos, and the possibility of meeting ghosts that are slightly less toxic than the ones in this episode, you NEED this. Get your tickets and info at HauntFest.net 👻 This episode contains: • Ghost drama • Unsolicited musical interludes • Ancient afterlife lore • Dream-reality identity crises • At least one spirit with an attitude problem We cannot control the ghosts. We cannot control Lauren. We can barely control this podcast. See you on the other side.

We finally reveal the gigantic sponsorship we’ve been 87’ing rumors about — HauntFest, baby! But instead of celebrating like normal humans, we immediately decide we want a rage room because, let’s face it, we have many rage and zero chill. (Also Lauren threatens to quit AGAIN… is this a recurring subplot or her cardio now?) In true chaotic fashion, we dive into two of the wildest kidnapping cases you’ve never fully processed in one sitting: the disappearance of Kamiyah Mobley that turned the internet upside-down, and the Jacob Wetterling case that broke so many hearts. These stories are insane, heartbreaking, baffling — and we cover them with the respect they deserve and the unhinged commentary you came for.   Resources and support matter. If this topic touches you or someone you know, here’s help: https://zeroabuseproject.org/victim-assistance/jwrc/   Expect: HauntFest hype that will not quit Unfiltered rage room fantasies Lauren’s existential crisis (again) True crime discussion that swings between thoughtful, chaotic, and “did we really just go there?” Strap in — it’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s somehow therapeutic.   Check out the Sponsorship website at : Hauntfest.net for upcoming events and information!

This week’s episode is absolute chaos from start to finish — and honestly, GhostTube chose violence. GhostTube is fully activated today, interrupting us nonstop with unsolicited commentary like the paranormal backseat driver nobody asked for. It’s sassy, bossy, weirdly judgmental, and somehow more confident than both of us combined. At one point it basically takes over the conversation, and we’re not entirely sure who’s hosting the episode anymore. Meanwhile, Mischa is deeply offended that we have company in the studio and makes sure everyone knows it. There is dramatic sighing. There is stomping. There is emotional damage. The betrayal is palpable. Once we regain some control of the room, we talk about the eerie history and lingering energy of the Holley Hotel, including why this place gives “someone is definitely watching you from the hallway” vibes. Is it haunted? Probably. Would we stay there overnight? Absolutely not. Then we spiral directly into the existential mind-bender that is astral projection — what it is, how it supposedly works, spiritual interpretations, and why the idea of your consciousness just casually leaving your body is both fascinating and mildly horrifying. Are dreams just dreams? Is the soul Wi-Fi enabled? Can GhostTube detect your astral body? We have questions. No answers. Only chaos. Expect paranormal interruptions, philosophical confusion, ghost-app attitude problems, and one extremely jealous dog.

This week’s episode begins with Mischa ASMR, because nothing says “true crime podcast professionalism” like aggressive sniffing, dramatic breathing, and a full emotional breakdown over Lauren’s hamburger. Mischa would like the record to show she has never been fed in her life. Ever. Not once. Once the canine chaos settles (it doesn’t), we dive back into the disturbing and bizarre story of Charles Manson — Part 2. We pick up in the immediate aftermath of the Tate-LaBianca murders, when the country realized the killers weren’t strangers or mobsters — but members of a cult led by a man who looked like he hadn’t slept since 1967 and spoke exclusively in cryptic nonsense and ego. We break down: How investigators connected the crimes to the “family” The absolute circus that became the Manson trial The courtroom chaos, singing followers, and carved foreheads (yes, plural) Manson’s obsession with control — even behind bars The loyalty (and eventual unraveling) of his followers His multiple death sentences that became life imprisonment The strange decades he spent in prison giving interviews, proposing to women, and continuing to be… deeply unsettling We also talk about what happened to key Manson Family members after the trial, where they ended up, and how the mythology of Manson somehow kept growing long after the murders stopped. The episode ends with the death of Charles Manson in 2017 — and the absolutely bizarre legal fight over his body, because apparently the chaos refused to die even when he did. This episode contains: Cult manipulation, courtroom theatrics, historical context, uncomfortable laughter, Mischa’s hamburger activism, and at least one moment where we ask, “What is even happening right now?”

🚨 BIG NEWS LOOMING 🚨 We almost make a HUGE announcement this episode… but instead we aggressively tease you like reality TV producers. Stay tuned. Be afraid. Or excited. Probably both. This week, GhostTube is BACK and somehow even sassier than usual — providing live commentary, roasting Courtney’s pronunciation skills, and repeatedly asking why Courtney is here AGAIN… as if she doesn’t show up every single Sunday like a haunted time loop. Rude. Mischa commits crimes against humanity midway through the episode after stealing her mom’s onion-loaded chicken wrap and unleashing a chemical attack directly into the recording space. For legal reasons: no animals were harmed in the making of this episode — only podcasters. The damage was emotional and respiratory. In shocking paranormal news: there is ZERO demon static in this episode. None. Not even a sprinkle. Scientists are confused. We are suspicious. Somewhere near the end, Courtney delivers a completely unexpected one-woman solo performance that no one asked for but everyone gets anyway. You’re welcome. Or sorry. This week’s spooky deep dive covers Larnach Castle and the eerie concept of Residual Hauntings — you know, ghosts stuck on replay like paranormal reruns nobody can cancel. Chaos level: aggressive. Professionalism level: missing, presumed dead.

This week’s episode is sponsored by influenza, ghostly personal-space violations, and the demon static that refuses to leave our audio equipment alone because apparently it pays rent here now. After taking a week-long break because the flu absolutely drop-kicked us into another dimension, we’re back — medically fragile, emotionally chaotic, and running on cough drops and bad decisions. We start with important life updates: Lauren’s daughter received a friendship bracelet from 7 Brew and is now thriving, healed, and possibly more emotionally stable than the hosts of this podcast. Lauren got touched by ghosts again (consent is important, even in the afterlife). And yes — the demon static is back. Not full-time, not part-time, just inconvenient-time. Like a toxic ex or seasonal allergies, it shows up when it wants and refuses to explain itself. Once we finish arguing with the paranormal electricity in the walls, we dive into Part 1 of Charles Manson — covering his early years, the messy origin story of the Manson Family, and the manipulative chaos that led to the Tate and LaBianca murders, plus all the deeply disturbing events in between. This episode contains: • Flu survival energy • Haunted podcast equipment • Bracelet-induced childhood joy • Cult leader red flags the size of Texas • At least one moment where we question all of our life choices It’s chaotic. It’s historically horrifying. It’s slightly supernatural for no reason. And unfortunately for everyone involved, this is only Part 1. Welcome back. We missed you. Probably.

Buckle up, grab your EMF detectors, and maybe light a protection candle—because this week’s episode is an absolute paranormal fever dream. We kick things off by unleashing the Ghost Tube app, which immediately chooses violence and becomes an uninvited fourth co-host. The app is popping OFF the entire episode, dropping words at the worst possible times and providing elite comedic timing that has us questioning reality, ghosts, and our life choices. The commentary? Unhinged. The vibes? Immaculately cursed. From there, we head straight into La Noria Ghost Town, where the abandoned buildings aren’t even the creepiest part—because yes, there are open graves, and no, we are not okay about it. It’s giving desolation, forgotten souls, and “absolutely not staying here after dark.” Then we dive headfirst into the Smurl Family Hauntings, one of the most notorious and controversial paranormal cases out there. We break down the alleged demonic activity, the media circus, and of course the involvement of the Warrens… and y’all already know how we feel about that. Side-eye, skepticism, and chaos ensue. Oh—and yes, this episode is a day late because Lauren’s entire house is fully plagued with the flu, and she simply did not have it in her to create additional chaos on top of the biological warfare already happening at home. We’re calling it self-care. Expect ghost app shenanigans, sarcastic commentary, paranormal panic, and us spiraling in real time. Is it haunted? Is it coincidence? Is Ghost Tube just trolling us? Who’s to say. Listen at your own risk—this episode is loud, cursed, slightly delayed, and aggressively on brand. 👻🕯️🔥

This episode opens exactly how God and the algorithm intended: Mischa ASMR. Crunching. Sipping. Questionable mouth noises. Instant regret. You’re welcome. From there, we do what we do best—skip the warm-up entirely and dive headfirst into absolute nightmare fuel. First up: the Jaycee Dugard case, a story so horrifying it will make you stare into the middle distance and reconsider humanity as a concept. We talk long-term captivity, systemic failures, survival, resilience, and how so many people missed what was right in front of them (spoiler alert: it’s enraging). Just when your soul is sufficiently damaged, we pivot straight into the Lindbergh baby kidnapping, because nothing says emotional balance like following modern horror with one of the most infamous crimes in American history. A case packed with media frenzy, sketchy evidence, questionable investigations, wild theories, and a trial that still makes people argue nearly a century later. There is no emotional buffer, minimal structure, and absolutely no promise of sanity. Expect side tangents, dark humor coping mechanisms, audible chewing, and the creeping realization that this episode might ruin your entire day—but in a fun way. Listener discretion is advised. Headphones are not. Welcome to chaos. 🖤

🎉 EPISODE 50. FIFTY. FIVE-ZERO. 🎉 And did we celebrate like responsible adults with a well-planned, professional recording? Absolutely not. To mark our 50th episode, we cracked open the wine, summoned fried sushi tacos (yes, fried, yes, sushi, yes, tacos, no we will not explain), and added cake to the mix because chaos thrives on sugar. We monch and cronch for the ENTIRE episode—headphones beware, Mischa’s elite cronchy ASMR is in full force. This episode was recorded way too late at night, powered by sleep deprivation, poor choices, and vibes alone. We still don’t have our shit together (✨tradition✨), the wine is hitting, and this episode spirals into maximum feral energy. After recording, we will be riding our broomsticks to a very secret meeting that we legally cannot confirm or deny. Sorry. Not sorry. 🍷🧹 🩸 This Week’s Descent Into Madness: Listener Request (thanks, Amber!): The Island of the Dolls — a cursed nightmare island filled with creepy-ass hanging dolls that immediately makes Lauren want to quit the podcast… again. The Salem Witch Trials — a grim reminder that they weren’t hunting witches, they were executing women, and the rage is very real. This episode is loud. It’s chaotic. It’s crunchy. It’s unhinged. And honestly? It’s exactly what a 50th episode deserves.   Congrats to us. Send help. 🍰🍷🖤

This week’s episode is brought to you by sickness, sleep deprivation, fried food, demonic interference, unexpected ASMR, and crimes that will absolutely ruin your vibe. Courtney is still sick and hanging on by a thread, Lauren has officially unlocked a new life skill and can now make sushi tacos (growth), and at one point Courtney threatens to beat Lauren’s children because they are being inexplicably loud and have chosen violence against everyone’s sanity. Mischa is operating on fumes after staying up way too late and missing out on her sacred beauty sleep. She is being held together by Slim Chickens french fries and imitation crab sticks, which honestly feels very on brand for us at this point. This exhaustion also results in accidental Mischa ASMR, because apparently whispering into the mic was the only energy level available. As if that wasn’t enough, the demon static is back. Yes, that static. It returns once again to remind us that peace is temporary, our equipment is probably haunted, and we are simply guests in whatever cursed energy surrounds this podcast. Apologies in advance. Once we manage to get it together (barely), we dive into this week’s murder cases: • The Sunset Strip Killers, a dark and disturbing look into Hollywood’s seedy underbelly • The Delphi Murders, a case that continues to haunt, frustrate, and devastate It’s chaotic, it’s unhinged, it’s slightly threatening, it’s whispery, it’s possibly possessed, and somehow… we are almost to our 50th episode. Time is fake, vibes are questionable, and we truly cannot believe you’ve stuck around this long. Press play. We’re spiraling, but make it podcast. 🎙️😌

WARNING UP FRONT: The demon static makes an uninvited comeback near the end of this episode. We don’t know why. We don’t know how. We are sorry in advance. Sorry ’bout it. Today we are ✨international✨, which means we’re talking with our hands and mispronouncing Italian words with confidence. We head to Poveglia Island, Italy’s most haunted little island of Nope, where plague victims were dumped en masse, the ground is basically made of human remains, and a wildly unethical doctor allegedly lost his mind before launching himself off a bell tower. Fishermen won’t go near it. Tourists aren’t allowed on it. Bells ring with no bell. Italy said “absolutely not” and locked it up forever. 🤌 MID-EPISODE CHAOS: Everything stops because Mischa is cold and aggressively demands her blanket like the tiny overlord she is. Ghosts? Can wait. Swamp monster? Can wait. Mischa? Cannot. Then we dive into the Louisiana bayou for the Honey Island Swamp Monster—seven feet tall, red glowing eyes, covered in hair, smells like hot garbage, and leaves behind massive three-toed footprints. Sightings go back decades, animals have been found brutally mauled, and law enforcement has actually investigated. Is it Bigfoot’s swamp cousin? A feral human? A government oopsie? Whatever it is, if you hear something big moving toward you in the marsh… you’re already in trouble. This episode includes plague ghosts, cursed islands, feral doctors, swamp cryptids, emergency blanket retrievals, and possessed audio. You’re technically Italian now. 🤌

We kick things off exactly how you’d expect after 40-something episodes: nothing works. Mics are mad. The internet is offended. You’d think we’d have this figured out by now, but that would require growth—and we don’t do that here. Mischa is aggressively itchy for reasons science cannot explain, and Courtney is slowly but surely losing her last remaining marble about it. Once the gremlins are temporarily appeased, we dive headfirst into two absolutely horrifying cases: the murder of Cassie Jo Stoddart and the still-unresolved, nightmare fuel disappearance and murder of Dorothy Jane Scott. Teenagers playing psychopath, anonymous phone calls, stalking, fear, and the kind of evil that lingers long after the story ends—this episode is DARK dark. So yeah, laugh with us, scream internally with us, and then take this as your sign to always protect yourself. Canned corn. Wasp spray. Pew-pews. Whatever keeps you alive and un-murdered. Be weird. Be alert. Trust your gut. As always: chaos first, trauma second, justice always. 🎤🔪

Today we attempt to discuss Castle Bran and the Loch Ness Monster, two Scottish legends that absolutely did not consent to this episode. But before we get anywhere near ancient stone walls or mysterious lake creatures, Courtney commits a culinary crime/genius move by making a sushi sandwich, and Lauren’s stomach begins eating itself from the inside out because she has once again forgotten to consume food like a functioning human. Because these stories are not American (and even if they were, let’s be honest), we spend a truly impressive amount of time aggressively mispronouncing words. In our defense, we barely speak the one language we do know, so expecting us to handle Scottish names was wildly optimistic. Midway through the episode, Mischa decides she has opinions and will be sharing them immediately and without warning, derailing the entire operation as intended. So join us for castles, cryptids, hunger-induced delirium, unsolicited commentary, and an episode that slowly dissolves into nonsense—much like the Loch Ness Monster whenever a camera appears. 🐉

Before we even get into the horrors of humanity, Lauren finally got her mince meat tarts from her grandmother for Christmas. Yes, she is living her best holiday fantasy, and yes, we are jealous. Naturally, we have a tiny obligatory ASMR session with Mischa, featuring some pretzel slims because nothing says chaotic true crime podcast like crunchy snack noises. Once we’ve digested the pastries (and the pretzels), we spiral into pure madness: first up, the “kidnapping” of Sherri Papini — a case so wild, so baffling, and so full of plot holes that it could have been written by a very drunk soap opera writer. We break down the lies, the claims, the theories, and the collective eye-rolls of America. Then, because we love to crash headfirst into heartbreak, we cover the tragic story of Laci Peterson. The details are gut-wrenching, the twists are haunting, and the way the world reacted…well, let’s just say it makes you rethink humanity while clutching your mince meat tart for comfort. So grab a snack, ignore your responsibilities, and buckle in for a mix of cookies, crunches, chaos, and cold hard truths. We’re unwrapping these cases like they’re poorly wrapped Christmas presents full of nightmares. Snack. Shriek. Spiral. Repeat. 🎧🔥🖤

Welcome to January 1st, 2026 — same feral energy, same unhinged hosts, different calendar year. 🥂 If you’re listening to this while doing laundry or cleaning your house: STOP IT RIGHT NOW. You’re about to wash away your good luck, your good spirits, and probably your will to live. Go eat your black-eyed peas, your cabbage, your collard greens, or whatever leafy superstition you subscribe to and sit down.   Today’s episode is a little ✨special✨ because we’re ringing in the New Year by immediately spiraling.   First up: Winter Solstice, aka “Drunk Winter.” ❄️🍷 We take a chaotic world tour through how different countries celebrate the longest, darkest night of the year and why it actually matters in the Pagan world. Fires, feasts, rituals, rebirth, the sun dying and coming back like it pays rent — all of it. Is it spiritual? Yes. Is it historically important? Also yes. Are we respectful for more than 3 minutes at a time? Absolutely not. Then we slam directly into the darkness (because balance ✨): We cover the 2021 New Year’s Eve shooting in Gulfport, Mississippi — a brutal reminder that even when the clock strikes midnight and everyone’s screaming “NEW YEAR, NEW ME,” violence doesn’t magically disappear. We break down what happened, who was affected, and why this case still matters. So light a candle, don’t touch a broom, pour a drink (or six), and welcome 2026 the only way we know how — half pagan ritual, half true crime, fully unhinged. 🖤🔥🍾 Same chaos. New year. Let’s survive it together.

It’s the third and final chapter in the Jerry Brudos saga, and honestly… we’re tired, emotionally damaged, and still fighting the equipment. The episode kicks off with the obligatory Mischa ASMR, because she simply must lick the microphone directly, followed immediately by yet another round of technical difficulties. You’d think by week 22 we’d have this figured out—but absolutely not. Consistency is a myth. Stability is fake. We persevere anyway. Once we finally get our shit together, we dive headfirst into the confession—where Brudos decides to talk, but only just enough to make everything worse. We break down what he admits to, what he doesn’t, and how his version of events somehow still centers himself as the victim (because of course it does). From there, we cover sentencing, including the courtroom reactions, the psychological evaluations, and why life imprisonment was the only possible outcome for a man who collected trophies like it was a hobby. We also discuss his appeals, the absolute audacity behind them, and how the justice system handled a man who clearly never felt an ounce of remorse. Finally, we close out the story with Jerry Brudos’ death—what his final years looked like, how he was viewed by the public and law enforcement, and the deeply unsatisfying reality that monsters don’t get poetic endings. There’s no redemption arc here. Just consequences. As always, we spiral a little, side-eye a lot, and remind everyone why this case is remembered as one of the most disturbing in true crime history. This episode is dark, heavy, and occasionally derailed by pets, tech failures, and our inability to be serious for more than five minutes. Thanks for sticking with us through all three parts. We promise the next episode will be lighter. (Narrator voice: It will not be lighter.)

Merry Chrysler, ya filthy animals 🎄 Today we’re decking the halls with creepy Christmas folklore, because nothing says holiday cheer like demon goats and child-eating giants. We’re diving into Krampus, the OG holiday menace, and then heading to Iceland to meet Grýla, her 13 feral Yule Lads, her lazy ass husband who contributes absolutely nothing, and the giant Yule Cat that will literally eat you if your outfit isn’t cute enough. Before we even get spooky, Lauren realizes she’s out of clean coffee cups and promptly spirals into holiday despair. No mug. No peace. No joy. Meanwhile, Mischa commits a biological war crime, unleashing farts that somehow smell like coconut and hot garbage at the same time—a scent no scientist could ever explain. This episode is festive, feral, and deeply unhinged. Light a candle, hide your children, put on your new clothes (or else), and join us for some truly cursed Christmas vibes. 🎅🔥🐐

This week on the pod, we’re decking the halls with true crime as we dive into two chilling Christmas tragedies: Charles Lawson and the Covina Massacre. While most people were trimming trees, singing carols, and setting out cookies for Santa, these stories remind us that not everyone was feeling the holiday cheer. From quiet winter nights turned deadly to celebrations that ended in unimaginable violence, these cases prove that Christmas isn’t always wrapped in bows and goodwill. Before we unwrap the darkness, a quick holiday housekeeping note: we did have some volume issues at the start of the episode—consider it our very own audio lump of coal. And yes, Mischa murdered Santa. We’re sorry. Actually… sorry not sorry. The North Pole had it coming. So pour yourself some eggnog, light a cinnamon candle, and settle in by the fire as we mix tinsel, trauma, and a touch of twisted holiday humor. It’s cozy, it’s cursed, and it’s very much on brand. 🎅🏼🩸

Welcome back to the disaster you willingly subscribe to every week! Today we plunge headfirst into the cold, crumbling halls of Eastern State Penitentiary—home to echoes, hauntings, and one very stressed-out Al Capone, who slowly unraveled inside those stone walls after the Valentine’s Day Massacre. We also flap our way into the bizarre world of the Snallygaster, because why cover just one nightmare creature when you can have two? But before we even make it to the spooky stuff, we derail in true fashion: ✨ Mini. Dance. Party. ✨ Because we’re getting Mexican food for lunch and nothing fuels chaos like nachos and tamales. Lauren passionately explains that medium-rare steak is the only correct life choice, while well-done steak is basically “why bother?” Then we spiral into how radish kimchi and napa cabbage kimchi are the elite kimchis… right before Lauren realizes she forgot to make her sushi eggs. Tragedy. Midway through the episode, Mischa offers some premium Nori wrap ASMR (unintentionally, of course), and Lauren’s husband makes a dramatic appearance wielding NACHO SUPREMES like a culinary hero. Mischa immediately steals chips because she has absolutely no shame and also because she’s Mischa. Hauntings, cryptids, nachos, kimchi, cats stealing snacks—just another perfectly normal episode with us.

This week, we dive claw-first into Part 2 of the Jerry Brudos saga—aka the portion where things somehow get even darker, creepier, and way more “oh no absolutely not.” We break down the four murders and two abductions in full detail, because apparently we enjoy terrifying ourselves and everyone else. But before we get to the true-crime trauma, chaos calls: Mischa spent the entire night with an upset stomach because her daddy cannot resist giving her treats for literally breathing. Lauren, meanwhile, has not slept since the Nixon administration and is running purely on iced coffee and spite. And then there’s Asmodius (Modi), the cat who has fully reverse-UNO’d Lauren’s husband. He thinks he trained Modi… but Modi definitely has him trained. Treat-based manipulation? Emotional blackmail? A tax on simply walking past the kitchen? Yes, yes, and absolutely yes. Join us for stomach aches, sleep deprivation, feline domination, and the continuation of one of the most disturbing cases we’ve ever covered. Just normal podcast things.

This week’s episode is a full paranormal buffet, and we’re starting strong. Before we even get to the ghosts and cryptids, we take a detour straight into real-life horror: the recent escape and capture of Morgan Geyser. We can’t stop thinking about how absolutely terrifying that must’ve been for Peyton, and yes, we spiral about it for a bit because… of course we do. THEN we finally get to the main course: the Stone Lion Inn — home of ghosts, questionable sleepovers, Victorian vibes, and at least one spirit who is definitely tired of tourists. Courtney is 99% sure something followed her home, Lauren is 100% sure she heard a kid whisper her name, and Mischa is 100% sure she does NOT get paid enough for this nonsense. And as if that weren’t enough, we wrap it all up with the legend himself: Mothman. Is he a warning? A cryptid? A misunderstood emo king with wings? We investigate all possibilities with the seriousness of two gremlins hopped up on caffeine and questionable life choices. Chaos? Always. Tangents? Constant. Paranormal panic? Absolutely. Tune in for another week of “we should really edit this out” energy.

Welcome to Part One of our 3-part descent into the bizarre world of Jerry Brudos — but honestly? This episode is only like… 40% true crime and 60% absolute side-quest chaos because we recorded on LAUREN’S BIRTHDAY and everything went straight off the rails IMMEDIATELY. To start, Lauren’s husband makes yet ANOTHER cameo, but this time he’s suffering from a very specific kind of short-term memory loss where he cannot, under ANY circumstances, remember what Courtney got Lauren for her birthday… even though it was literally said 45 seconds prior. He also hosts a solo Funyun party, spiritually and physically, while the rest of us are just trying to hold the episode together with duct tape and vibes. Meanwhile, Lauren confesses she is deeply, spiritually, cosmically obsessed with Marcus — an alien worm creature from some VRChat fever dream? A kindred-spirit connection so strong we’re concerned she may leave Earth entirely. And then — THEN — Lauren has a full existential crisis because she finds “something chewy” floating in her drink… only for us to discover it’s the cherry she herself put in there and promptly forgot existed. We nearly had to stop recording to recover. As for Jerry Brudos? Yeah, we talk about him too. Kind of. In between approximately 47 unplanned tangents, a debate about whether alien worms can be romantic partners, and the Great Cherry Scare of 2025. Strap in. This one is a ride.

Today, we dive headfirst into the shadowy weirdness of Skinwalker Ranch and the legendary Alabama White Thang (which, for legal reasons, is not Lauren’s husband—though he wishes he had that kind of cryptid clout). Before we can even hit “record,” both Lauren and Courtney get jump-scared by absolutely nothing—or maybe something—lurking just out of sight. Was it a ghost? A trick of the light? A producer stirring? No one knows, but Courtney screamed first, so she loses. Meanwhile, Lauren reveals an alarming truth: she is, in fact, a ham radio. Please adjust your frequencies accordingly. Sadly, no Mischa ASMR this week—our resident chaos gremlin is in a REM-cycle boss fight, chasing either a rabbit… or a mouse… or possibly a squirrel. Nature is unclear. Strap in, turn your nightlight on, and prepare for cryptids, confusion, and Courtney mispronouncing at least three things. Welcome to another episode of the show your therapist warned you about.

This week on the podcast, we attempt to discuss true crime… and immediately fail. We try to cover the unsolved West Mesa Murders and the case of Norman Flowers, but as usual, the universe (and our brains) have other plans. Lauren’s husband makes yet another cameo—because apparently he’s a full-time cast member now—and yes, he still thinks he’s the funniest person alive. Mischa, meanwhile, is deeply offended after I tattled to her daddy that she was inhaling all the chips like a tiny, squeaky vacuum cleaner. During the Norman Flowers segment, we take a hard left turn because baby-Lauren (age 6) once had a beta fish named Norman for reasons she absolutely did not understand… until her mom drops in with the plot twist: Norman Bates. That’s right—Lauren has been spooky since she was in kindergarten. And THEN we accidentally segue into a tale about Lauren’s childhood pet raccoon, Rocky, because of course she had one. Why wouldn’t she? Also, please note: at the top of the episode, Lauren publicly declares her hatred for stuffing. Because why choose soggy bread mush when dressing exists? (She’s right and she should say it.) So grab a snack (but don’t let Mischa see it) and settle in for an episode where we technically talk about crime… but mostly talk about chaos.

This week’s episode begins with the mandatory Mischa ASMR, complete with crunches, sighs, and that “I’m the star and you’ll deal with it” energy. She blesses us with her presence… and then returns later with a squeaky toy solo that absolutely no one asked for but everyone gets. 🐾✨🎺 We kick things off with the Thanksgiving Ghost of Marsh Bridge, where the vibes are cold, creepy, and extremely on-brand. Lauren confidently believes that the “firemen” who stoked coals on old steam trains were the shirtless firemen from calendars, the type with glistening abs and suspenders hanging off their shoulders. Spoiler: they were not. Reality deals a harsh blow. After we recover from that emotional devastation, we slide on over to the REAL first Thanksgiving — the one that happened in Florida, not Plymouth. That’s right: Florida was out here hosting the OG Thanksgiving while the pilgrims were still figuring out how to not die of everything. We break down how this erases the truth, how the traditional Thanksgiving narrative has been sanitized to make colonizers look like polite dinner party hosts, and how the whitewashing harms Native Americans and distorts the reality of their history. We also talk about ways to acknowledge and celebrate Indigenous people in a way that is respectful, honest, and not drenched in textbook-level lies. Throughout the episode: ✨ Lauren spirals about misleading historical terminology ✨ Courtney tries (and fails) to keep the train on its tracks ✨ Mischa provides ambient crunches, squeaks, and the occasional diva sigh ✨ We question everything we were taught in school ✨ And Florida… just continues to Floridian By the end, Mischa has dropped her squeaky toy career to resume her true passion: snoring loudly enough to qualify as paranormal activity. Join us for ghosts, historical truth bombs, Florida chaos, and the kind of unhinged commentary that your fourth-grade history book simply was not prepared to handle. 🦃👻📚

Welcome back, gobble gobble gremlins, to this week’s Thanksgiving Murder Spectacular, where the only thing carved more aggressively than the turkey is… well… the people in these stories. 😬🔪 We kick off with the Guy Family Murders, a Thanksgiving nightmare so horrifying it makes burnt stuffing seem like a blessing. Lauren and Courtney unravel the grim details, question why holidays bring out everyone’s inner chaos goblin, and take several detours into “why do families always act up on holidays?” existential dread. Then we stuff ourselves full of mystery with the unsolved Germond Murders, because nothing says “holiday spirit” like a cold case colder than leftover turkey shoved in the back of the fridge. We dig into theories, poke at the bizarre clues, and spiral into at least one tangent about how we would 100% be the detectives that get distracted by snacks midway through interrogations. Meanwhile, Mischa makes it very clear that SHE, and she alone, is the real star of the show this week. She demands excessive butt scratches like a tiny furry dictator… until she finally reaches her limit and falls asleep so dramatically that her snores could absolutely qualify as EVPs. Yes, you will hear them. Yes, they’re louder than Courtney's outrage and Lauren’s caffeine deficiency combined. Come for the murders, stay for the chaos, the tangents, and Mischa’s thunderous snooze symphony.

This week on Haunted and Homicidal, we checked thoroughly — there are no goats at the Anchorage Hotel. None. Zero. Zilch. But you know what there is? Ghosts. So many ghosts. We’re diving headfirst (and probably uninvited) into the haunted halls of the Anchorage Hotel, where spirits like to overstay their welcome and TVs apparently have a life of their own. Lauren recounts her very own haunted television experience — complete with unexplainable noises, flickering screens, and a level of anxiety you can’t get from any streaming service. Then we hop on down (literally) to Ohio to meet the Loveland FrogMan — a local legend that is either a cryptid, a cursed biology experiment, or a frog with a flashlight who just wants attention. We don’t know, but we respect the hustle. Somewhere in between, chaos ensues, tangents happen, and we probably insult an amphibian. Because that’s what we do best. So grab your EMF reader, double-check for goats (just in case), and join us as we get spooky, sassy, and slightly slimy in another gloriously unhinged episode of Haunted and Homicidal.

This week on Haunted and Homicidal, we dive scalp-first into the wild world of medical “professionals” who really said, “Do no harm? Never heard of her.” First up is Jolly Jane Toppan — a nurse described as “unattractively fat” (first of all, RUDE. The audacity. The Victorian era really had no chill). But behind that backhanded insult was a woman who loved two things: murder and making people almost die just so she could bring them back. You know… for funsies. Then we move on to Charles Cullen, the nurse who decided that grilling in the shower was a good way to end it all. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. Because apparently, logic had already left the room (probably along with the carbon monoxide). Meanwhile, Mischa makes her dramatic return with a symphony of barks because, once again, Lauren has a full house of chaos — family, friends, ghosts, probably Jane’s spirit lurking somewhere judging our life choices. So grab a drink, lock your meds, and join us for an episode full of unhinged hospital horror, questionable life decisions, and the sweet sounds of Mischa’s background commentary.

Welcome back, you gloriously chaotic creeps, to another episode of Haunted and Homicidal — the only show where haunted plantations, cryptid gossip, and mild emotional damage come together over the promise of pizza for dinner. This week, we’re heading deep into the swampy, ghost-infested heart of Louisiana to uncover The Myrtles Plantation, one of America’s most haunted homes — complete with mysterious murders, restless spirits, and way too many portraits that stare directly into your soul. Along the way, we detour (obviously) into Rougarou territory, because if there’s a half-wolf swamp cryptid roaming around, we’re absolutely going to talk about it. But just when you think you’ve adjusted to the spooky vibes — BAM — we derail into the chaotic dumpster fire that was the MoMo Challenge, aka the internet’s “let’s terrify parents for clicks” era. Somehow, this spirals into Lauren’s entirely justified (and slightly unhinged) fear of Nutcrackers (“No one’s ever been bitten and turned into one, but you just KNOW they could”), and her deep hatred of mascots, who are basically just Nutcrackers with body odor and fur. Meanwhile, Mischa makes her vocal debut — not ASMR this time, just dramatic sound effects from the background void — and Modi (Asmodeus) lives up to his demonic name by stealing bread, chicken, and possibly a soul or two. Mid-episode, Lauren breaks into a solo baby crab dance party (don’t ask, just accept it), and we also go off with a heartfelt discussion about Buc-ee’s brisket being mid, the Key Lime Tart being exactly what it says it is, but the pickled green beans being elite. Also, Lauren confesses to her New Orleans party days where she may or may not have been found hugging a wall. (Relatable content, honestly.) So grab a slice, light a candle, and prepare your spirit for chaos — because this episode is equal parts haunted history, cryptid chaos, and trauma from holiday decor.

🚨 Trigger Warning: this episode contains heinous crimes, frustrated ranting, and Lauren & Courtney losing the last of their sanity in real time. This week we dive into the absolutely deranged mind of Albert DeSalvo, the so-called “Boston Strangler” — a man who somehow managed to convince the world (and maybe even himself?) that he was the one behind a string of brutal murders… while casually terrorizing women like it was his full-time hobby. We unravel his “confession,” his questionable memory, and the very uncozy feeling of realizing the real killer might still have been out there. Then, because apparently we hate ourselves and want zero emotional stability, we follow that up with the Dana Ireland case — a heartbreaking story of a young woman brutally attacked in paradise, and a justice system that made so many wrong turns it could’ve used a GPS and still gotten lost. Expect chaos, rage, and us yelling “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE EVIDENCE?!” more times than any audio editor should have to handle. There’s no Mischa ASMR this week (she knew better than to witness this level of spiraling), but there is plenty of existential screaming, sarcastic laughter, and the usual descent into madness you’ve come to know and love. 🩸 Buckle up, pour something strong, and join us for another emotionally unhinged trip through true crime hell.

Grab your EMF detectors, your rosaries, and your questionable life choices because this episode is a fever dream. Lauren and Courtney dive headfirst into the Lizzie Borden House—yes, that one—where good ol’ Lizzie allegedly played Fruit Ninja with her parents in Fall River, Massachusetts. We dramatically (and with zero rhythm) recite the infamous poem: Lizzie Borden took an axe, And gave her mother forty whacks; When she saw what she had done, She gave her father forty-one. (We’re still unclear who was counting, but they deserve a medal.) After a chaotic séance-level deep dive into Lizzie’s ghostly hangouts, we switch gears—and vibes—into the eerie world of Slender Man. We unpack the creepypasta that gave 2010s kids trust issues, discuss the terrifying Waukesha, Wisconsin stabbing, and try not to accidentally summon the faceless noodle man himself. Somewhere mid-discussion, Lauren freezes mid-sentence because she feels a finger drag up her spine. Seconds later, Courtney feels it too—because why have normal recording sessions when you can be haunted in real time? Cue the collective panic and audio chaos. Also, please enjoy Courtney’s ongoing battle with the word particularly. It’s her personal Mount Everest. Spoiler: she loses. So light a candle, lock your doors, and press play, because this episode is 50% paranormal investigation, 50% chaotic energy, and 100% proof that ghosts have terrible timing. 🎙️ Listen now to “Haunted & Homicidal: The Lizzie Borden / Slender Man Episode” — where logic dies and our sanity follows shortly after.

This week on Haunted and Homicidal, your favorite chaotic duo dives headfirst into two horrifying tales that sound like they were made up during a fever dream but are, unfortunately, 100% real. First up: The Black Doodler — the mysterious San Francisco serial killer who sketched his victims before murdering them. Because apparently, murder wasn’t enough — he had to add an arts-and-crafts twist. Lauren immediately questions whether he used a sketchpad or napkins from a diner, Courtney’s convinced she’s seen this plot in a bad Lifetime movie, and Mischa provides live ASMR as emotional support. Then we yeet ourselves back in time to Austin, Texas, in the 1880s — where the Servant Girl Annihilator (yes, that’s the real name) went on a bloody spree that predates Jack the Ripper. Chaos, confusion, and corsets abound. Lauren’s trying to figure out why everyone back then was just fine living in a horror novel, Courtney’s on her fourth energy drink, and we both spiral into existential dread about how this case still isn’t solved.

This week’s special Halloween episode is brought to you by pure mischief, caffeine, and the unrelenting crunch of Mischa’s ASMR debut (yes, she starts the show AND demands booty scratches throughout — union rules or something). Lauren and Courtney dive headfirst — and possibly headless — into The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, where they bravely mispronounce approximately 73% of the words (because let’s be honest, we can barely pronounce the ones we do know). Somewhere between “Ichabod Crane” and “is it pronounced ‘Van Tassel’ or ‘Van Tussle’?,” chaos reigns supreme. Then we get witchy with The Origin of Halloween — Lauren’s favorite holiday and her entire year-round aesthetic. Expect history, hauntings, and maybe a few questionable attempts at Irish pronunciation (you’ve been warned). And finally… to pumpkin, or not to pumpkin? That is the question. Do we embrace the basic-ass-bitch vibes or rebel against the PSL machine? Spoiler alert: both hosts are not that basic… but we’re definitely lighting a candle that smells like “Witch’s Breath & Regret.” 👻 Tune in for laughs, lore, and linguistic crimes — because nothing says Halloween like chaos in stereo.

It’s Halloween week, ghouls — and this episode is running purely on chaos, caffeine, and the haunting realization that no amount of energy drinks can fix a 6 a.m. photoshoot. Lauren and Courtney are barely functioning humans, Mischa is unhinged (and physically assaults Courtney mid-recording in her desperate quest for butt scratches), and we’re diving headfirst into two of the most Halloween-core cases ever: Ronald Clark O’Bryan, a.k.a. The Candy Man Killer, and Peter Fabiano, the poor soul taken out on Halloween night by one of the wildest murder plots ever. Courtney’s rage toward Ronald Clark O’Bryan could melt the chocolate off your trick-or-treat stash (and honestly? valid). Lauren, meanwhile, has a very concerning search history that probably just triggered an FBI keyword alert. Somewhere between discussing cyanide Pixy Stix and cross-dressing hitmen in masks, things derail into full spooky season pandemonium — and we wouldn’t have it any other way. So grab your candy, clutch your drink, and maybe don’t trust anyone offering you sweets this Halloween. 🎃 🦇 Because nothing says “Happy Halloween” like a murder fueled by sugar, spite, and sheer chaos.