GUILTY AS FUCK 🔥 EPIC TRUE CRIME FUCKERY (ALLEGEDLY!)

Alright, you degenerates, gather ‘round. Tonight, we’re diving headfirst into the frozen hellscape of the Soviet Union to dissect a real piece of work: Anatoly Slivko. Forget your garden-variety creeps; this motherfucker was a state-sanctioned youth leader who turned his hiking club into a goddamn torture chamber and filmed the whole f*****g nightmare. He was a serial killer, a pedophile, a necrophile, and had a thing for fire and shiny shoes – basically, the whole psychopathic starter pack, Soviet edition.1 For over two decades, this monster operated under the noses of everyone, racking up a body count while getting f*****g awards from the Communist Party.1 Buckle up, buttercups, because this is the story of how a seemingly harmless weirdo became one of the USSR’s most prolific monsters, and how the system itself helped him get away with it for far too long. This ain't your grandma's true crime podcast; this is Guilty As F**k, and we're about to rip the lid off this festering Soviet secret.🔥 Crime Breakdown (In-Your-Face Style): A Symphony of SickLet's break down this shitshow, piece by goddamn piece. No fancy legal jargon, just the raw, ugly truth of how Slivko operated and how everything went so spectacularly wrong.Chapter 1: The Spark - The 1961 Traffic Accident & The Twisted SeedEvery monster has an origin story, right? Slivko’s wasn't a radioactive spider bite; it was a f*****g traffic accident in 1961.1 Picture this: some drunk a*****e on a motorbike plows into a crowd, fatally injuring a teenage kid decked out in his Young Pioneers uniform (think Soviet Boy Scouts, but with more red). Slivko, watching this horror unfold, didn't feel pity or revulsion. Nope. This sick f**k got a goddamn orgasm.1 He later described it with chilling detail: "The boy had experienced convulsions in his death throes as the smell of gasoline and fire permeated the air... That boy looked so helpless, especially in his...source more excited... I became oblivious to everyone else apart from that boy".1 This wasn't just a moment; it was the goddamn blueprint. The uniform, the helplessness, the convulsions, the fire – it all imprinted on his fucked-up psyche, merging violence, death, and sexual arousal into one toxic sludge.2 This event, combined with his existing shoe fetish (sparked years earlier by seeing a cop shoot a dog and get blood on his polished boots, which he later recorded in his diary 3), and his deep-seated shame over his homosexuality and erectile dysfunction 1, created the perfect storm for the horrors to come. He couldn't get it up with women, felt disgusted by them after one bad experience, and was terrified of being outed in a society where being gay was a crime.3 This accident gave his twisted desires a specific, horrifying focus.Chapter 2: The Workshop of Horrors - Chergid Youth Club & The "Experiments"So, what does a budding psycho with a hard-on for dying Pioneers do? He starts a f*****g youth club, naturally. Shortly after the accident, Slivko, now living in Nevinnomyssk, wrangled permission to start a hiking and exploration club for local boys.3 His first club mysteriously burned down about a year later, allegedly torched by a kid he’d abused, but hey, no charges filed in Soviet Russia!.1 Undeterred, he started another one, called Chergid.1 And get this – the community f*****g loved him. Parents praised him for keeping their kids off the streets, local papers wrote glowing articles, he got TV interviews, even commendations from Communist Party officials for being such a stand-up guy nurturing the youth.1 He was Mr. F*****g Community Leader, the calm, knowledgeable outdoorsman teaching kids discipline and a love of nature.3 All while secretly grooming his next victims. He used the club, the hiking trips that lasted days, the camaraderie, to gain trust.1 Then came the "experiments." He'd pick a kid, usually short, aged 11-15, often wearing the Pioneer uniform, just like the boy in the accident.1 He'd spin some b******t story about a "scientific experiment" involving controlled hanging to "stretch the spine" or needing the boy to reenact a partisan being executed by Nazis for one of his many amateur films.1 He'd rehearse it harmlessly first, buy the kid a new uniform, shine his shoes (gotta feed that fetish), tell him not to eat beforehand (to avoid vomit, how considerate), and assure him he'd be revived right after passing out.1 Parents were told the filming was happening safely on the club stage.1 It was all a meticulous, manipulative setup.Chapter 3: The Kill Cycle - Luring, Hanging, Filming, Dismembering, BurningOnce the victim trusted him and agreed to the "experiment," the real horror began. Slivko would get the boy to put a noose around his own neck, sometimes using ether to knock him out first.1 As soon as the boy was unconscious, Slivko went to work. He'd strip the kid naked, fondle and arrange the body in suggestive poses, and masturbate, often onto the boy's shoes.1 And the sickest part? He filmed everything with his 16mm cameras, took photos, and kept detailed diaries.1 This wasn't just about the act; it was about capturing it, reliving it, fueling his fucked-up fantasies.1 For years, he did this non-fatally – 36 times, he later claimed.1 The boys would often wake up with amnesia, remembering nothing.1 But eventually, the non-fatal "experiments" weren't enough. The urge escalated.1 Starting in 1964, sometimes "accidentally" at first (or so he claimed 1), and then with full intent, he started letting the boys die. After the sexual assault and filming came the dismemberment. He’d chop up the bodies with knives and axes found later in his darkroom.1 Then, completing the twisted recreation of the 1961 accident, he'd set the remains on fire.1 Hanging, sexual assault, filming, mutilation, burning. That was the cycle, repeated over two decades.1Chapter 4: The Body Count - Known Victims & The 20-Year ReignSlivko confessed to killing seven boys between June 1964 and July 1985.1 Let's put some names to the horror, because they deserve to be remembered, not just as statistics of this monster:Nikolai Dobryshev (15): June 2, 1964. Slivko claimed this first death was an accident during an "experiment".1 Yeah, right.Aleksei Kovalenko (Age Unknown): May 1965. Befriended at the club. This one, Slivko admitted, was intentional.1Aleksandr Nesmeyanov (15): Disappeared November 14, 1973. A club member.1Andrei Pogasyan (11): Disappeared May 11, 1975. Another club kid.1Sergey Fatniev (13): Killed 1980. An active member of the Chergid club.1Vyacheslav Khovistik (15): Killed Autumn 1984.1Sergey Pavlov (13): Disappeared July 23, 1985. The final victim, whose disappearance finally brought Slivko down.1Seven confirmed kills. Thirty-six confirmed non-fatal assaults, though God knows how many more there really were.1 All boys, aged 11 to 15, lured from the very youth club where he was hailed as a local hero.1 He operated for twenty-one f*****g years.1 Think about that. The Cold War raged, Brezhnev came and went, Gorbachev was starting glasnost, and all the while, Anatoly Slivko was quietly filming himself killing children in Nevinnomyssk.5Chapter 5: The Slip-Up & The Net Closes - Pavlov's Disappearance & Languyeva's DoggednessEvery reign of terror eventually ends, usually because the killer gets sloppy or someone finally connects the f*****g dots. For Slivko, the beginning of the end was the disappearance of 13-year-old Sergey Pavlov in July 1985.1 Unlike previous cases that likely got lost in Soviet bureaucratic b******t or denial, this time, someone paid attention. That someone was local prosecutor Tamara Languyeva.1 She didn't just file a missing person report and call it a day. She dug in. For months, she investigated Pavlov's vanishing act.1 What she found was chilling: Pavlov wasn't the first kid from Slivko's precious Chergid club to disappear over the years. And many of these vanished boys had told relatives they were going off to be in one of Slivko’s homemade movies.1 Languyeva started talking to other boys in the club. Story after story emerged about Slivko's creepy "experiments," the hangings, the passing out, the weird memory loss afterwards.1 It painted a picture so disturbing that Languyeva knew she had to act. This wasn't just a series of tragic disappearances; it was something far, far darker, centered around the town's beloved youth leader.Chapter 6: The Raid & The Tapes - The Darkroom Discovery & The ConfessionBased on Languyeva’s relentless work and recommendation, authorities finally authorized a search of Slivko's home and the Chergid youth club in December 1985.1 His home turned up little – the monster kept his private life and his "hobby" separate. But the youth club... that was different. Inside a locked darkroom, investigators hit the motherlode of pure f*****g evil.1 Reels of film. Stacks of photographs. Detailed diaries.1 All meticulously documenting the hangings, the sexual assaults, the dismemberment, the burning.1 They found the tools of his trade: knives, axes, ropes, rubber hoses.1 And the fetish fuel: piles of boys' shoes and boots, some sawn through, alongside his films and notes.1 Confronted with his own snuff film library on December 28, 1985 – his f*****g birthday, no less – Slivko cracked.1 He confessed. Not just to the seven murders, but to the 36 non-fatal hangings too.1 He tried to spin it as being driven by "distress from sexual frustration," claiming the recordings were initially meant to stop him from killing again by letting him relive the acts, but admitting the urge just grew stronger.1 In early 1986, he led police to the burial sites, uncovering the fragmented, burned remains of six victims.1 The evidence was irrefutable, gathered meticulously by the killer himself.Chapter 7: The Trial & The Bullet - Guilty Verdict & ExecutionThe trial in Nevinnomyssk in June 1986 must have been a f*****g circus.1 Here's the guy everyone thought was a pillar of the community, exposed as a monster who filmed himself killing kids. Slivko, despite his detailed confession and the mountain of physical evidence (his own goddamn films!), pleaded not guilty, trying to claim all seven deaths were just tragic accidents during his "experiments".1 The court, unsurprisingly, didn't buy that b******t for a second. He was found guilty on all charges: seven counts of murder with aggravating circumstances, seven counts of sexual abuse, seven counts of necrophilia.1 The sentence? Death.1 He appealed, because of course he did, but the Supreme Court of Russia told him to get fucked.1 Anatoly Slivko, the Honored Worker turned filmmaker of death, met his end not in front of a camera, but in front of a firing squad at Novocherkassk prison on September 16, 1989.1 A bullet finally stopped the projector on his reign of terror.🩸 Blood-Spattered Takeaways & Life (or Death) LessonsSo, what the actual f**k can we learn from this whole goddamn nightmare? Besides the obvious fact that Soviet Russia was apparently crawling with monsters?5The Banality of Evil (Soviet Edition): Slivko wasn't some cackling villain hiding in the shadows. He was a respected member of the community, a married man with two kids, running a popular youth club.1 He got awards from the goddamn government.1 It’s a chilling reminder that monsters often wear the most boring masks. Evil doesn’t always announce itself; sometimes it organizes f*****g hiking trips.Trust No F*****g Authority (Especially Youth Club Leaders): Parents trusted Slivko implicitly. The authorities lauded him. The local media gave him positive press.1 He used that trust, that veneer of respectability, as his primary weapon. Lesson? Question authority. Question the pillars of the community. Especially if they have a locked darkroom and a weird interest in filming kids pretending to die.The Danger of Repression (Sexual & Societal): Slivko was deeply ashamed of his homosexuality and erectile dysfunction in a society that criminalized and pathologized both.1 While this absolutely does NOT excuse his actions, the intense pressure and lack of healthy outlets likely contributed to his psychological breakdown and the twisting of his desires into violent sadism.3 Add to that the Soviet state's official denial that things like serial murder could even happen in their socialist paradise 10, creating an environment where predators could operate more easily in the shadows. Repression, whether personal or political, is a pressure cooker for fucked-up s**t.Guilty Life Hacks (Criminal Mastermind Tips vs. D*****s Moves):Criminal Mastermind Tip: Building a facade of absolute respectability and community involvement is a Grade-A way to deflect suspicion for decades. Slivko played the part perfectly.1D*****s Criminal Move: Documenting every single f*****g crime in excruciating detail with photos, films, and diaries.1 Seriously, Anatoly? What the f**k were you thinking? Rule #1 of Crime Club: Don't document the crime. Rule #2: Seriously, DON'T F*****G DOCUMENT THE CRIME. Your snuff film collection became Exhibit A, you monumental idiot.Criminal Mastermind Tip (Twisted): Exploiting specific psychological triggers (like the Pioneer uniform fetish) can make victim selection chillingly efficient.1D*****s Criminal Move: Using the same goddamn youth club as your hunting ground for over 20 years.1 Eventually, even in the USSR, someone's gonna notice a pattern when kids from the same club keep vanishing after hanging out with you. Diversify your portfolio, a*****e.Guilty Commandments (Slivko Edition):I. Thou shalt not get sexually aroused by fatal traffic accidents.II. Thou shalt not start a youth club as a personal hunting preserve.III. Thou shalt not call hanging kids unconscious "science experiments."IV. Thou shalt definitely not film thy murders, dismemberments, and necrophilia.V. Thou shalt not keep said films and detailed diaries in thy workplace darkroom.VI. Thou shalt not develop a fetish for blood-spattered shoes.VII. If thou must kill, perhaps don't pick victims exclusively from the club you run.VIII. Thou shalt not receive community service awards while actively murdering children.IX. Thou shalt not blame "sexual frustration" when caught being a sadistic necrophile.X. Thou shalt not expect a "Not Guilty" verdict when the prosecution's main evidence is your own f*****g home movies of the crimes.💬 Savage Witness Accounts & DramaWhile direct, public testimonies from Slivko's era are scarce thanks to Soviet info control, we can piece together the human drama from reports and the sheer horror of the facts.Survivor Testimonies (The 36+ Non-Fatal Hangings): Imagine being one of those kids. Lured by trust, subjected to the "experiment," passing out, and waking up with gaps in your memory.1 Prosecutor Languyeva's interviews uncovered these accounts – boys describing the ritual, the feeling of suffocation, the subsequent confusion.1 These weren't just near misses; they were rehearsals for murder, leaving psychological scars we can only guess at. The sheer number – at least 36 1 – speaks to how routine this became for Slivko, and how many lives he fucked up even before he started killing.Investigator Insights:Tamara Languyeva: This woman deserves a goddamn medal. In a system likely prone to ignoring inconvenient truths, she saw the pattern, interviewed the terrified kids, and pushed for the search that finally exposed Slivko.1 She faced the challenge of connecting disappearances over years, likely battling bureaucratic inertia and the wall of silence that protected a "respected" figure.The Chikatilo Connection: In a move straight out of a fucked-up buddy cop movie, investigators hunting the infamous Andrei Chikatilo actually interviewed Slivko shortly before his execution.12 They were desperate for insights into the serial killer mindset. Imagine that conversation: "So, Anatoly, you filmed yourself killing kids... any advice for us catching this other guy who mutilates people?" It highlights the grim reality that even captured monsters were seen as potential resources in the face of overwhelming evil, and the bizarre overlaps in Russia's serial killer landscape.12Parental Reactions: We don't have direct quotes, but think about it. You praise the local youth leader, thank him for taking your son hiking, maybe even see him interviewed on local TV.1 Then your son disappears after saying he's going to be in one of Mr. Slivko's films.1 Years might pass with no answers. Then, the news breaks. The respected leader is a monster. The films weren't innocent documentaries; they were records of your child's final moments, used for sexual gratification.1 The betrayal, the horror, the guilt (however misplaced) – it's unimaginable. The discovery of the tapes must have been a second wave of trauma for those families.🧠 Brain Candy & WTF TriviaJust when you thought this couldn't get any weirder...The Shoe Fetish Origin Story: Forget Playboy, Slivko's first w**k fuel involved a shoe he kept after witnessing a policeman shoot a dog at age 4 and get blood on his shiny boots.3 Recorded in his own diary. Yes, really. This s**t started early.The Arson Incident: His first youth club burned down under suspicious circumstances, possibly torched by an abused kid.1 Red flag? Nah, just let him start another one! Soviet oversight at its finest.The "Honored Worker" Paradox: While actively grooming, assaulting, and murdering boys, Slivko received praise and commendations from local Communist Party officials for his work with the Chergid club.1 Let that sink in. He was literally getting awards for running his murder factory.The Impotence Irony: Dude suffered from erectile dysfunction and had minimal sexual contact with his wife (maybe 10 times in 17 years, never after the second kid).1 He blamed "sexual frustration" for his crimes.1 Yet, he achieved sexual release through the extreme violence and sadism of his "experiments" and murders.1 It's a fucked-up illustration of how sexual dysfunction can twist into something monstrous when combined with other psychological damage and zero healthy coping mechanisms.The Premature Birth/Umbilical Cord Strangulation Story: Some sources suggest Slivko was born prematurely after a failed abortion attempt and was strangled by the umbilical cord at birth, possibly causing lifelong headaches.3 While you can't draw a straight line, it adds another layer to his fucked-up beginnings – a life starting with trauma and near-suffocation, ending with him inflicting suffocation on others. Creepy f*****g symmetry.Couldn't Stand the Sight of Blood (Initially): Relatives claimed young Anatoly would faint at the sight of blood, like when fish were being prepared.3 How you get from that to dismembering bodies and fixating on blood-spattered boots is a psychological journey straight to hell.3🔥 How This Fits the Bigger MessSlivko wasn't an isolated anomaly; he was a festering symptom of a larger sickness, both within the Soviet system and the broader landscape of true crime horror.Soviet Serial Killer Denial ("It Doesn't Happen Here"): Officially, serial killers were a decadent capitalist problem. The USSR preferred to pretend guys like Slivko didn't exist.10 This official denial and media silence created a perfect breeding ground for monsters.7 It hampered investigations, allowed killers like Slivko and Chikatilo to operate for decades, and meant multiple disappearances in the same small town linked to the same f*****g youth club didn't immediately set off klaxons.12 The system itself was an accomplice through willful ignorance.The Chikatilo Connection: The fact that investigators hunting Andrei Chikatilo (the Butcher of Rostov, another Soviet nightmare who killed 52+ 12) actually consulted Slivko before his execution is mind-blowing.12 It shows how desperate they were, lacking experience with this type of offender due to the aforementioned denial. It also paints a grim picture of the era – multiple, prolific serial killers operating simultaneously, their paths almost crossing in the most morbid way imaginable.5The "Respectable Monster" Trope: Slivko is a textbook example of the killer hiding in plain sight. The teacher, the cop, the friendly neighbor, the youth leader.9 He leveraged his position of trust and community standing to access victims and deflect suspicion. It’s a recurring theme in true crime because it’s terrifyingly effective. We want to trust the people in charge, the ones who seem normal. Slivko exploited that fundamental human tendency to its most horrific end.Conclusion: Wrapping Up the Horror ShowSo there you have it. Anatoly Slivko. A walking, talking nightmare spawned from childhood trauma, sexual dysfunction, a twisted trigger event, and nurtured in the fertile soil of Soviet denial and misplaced trust.1 This wasn't just a killer; he was a director of death, meticulously staging, filming, and archiving his atrocities under the guise of community service.1 He turned a place meant for youthful adventure, the Chergid club, into his personal hunting ground and studio, exploiting the trust of an entire town for over twenty years.1He thought his library of horrors – the films, the photos, the diaries – would be his private collection, a way to endlessly relive his sickening triumphs.1 Instead, those meticulously kept records became his f*****g epitaph.1 They screamed his guilt louder than any witness ever could, proving that even in a society determined to look the other way, the truth, no matter how f*****g depraved and ugly, eventually finds the light. Anatoly Slivko wasn't just bad. He wasn't just evil. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, Guilty As F**k. Case closed. Now pour yourself another drink; you probably f*****g need it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Buckle the f**k up, degenerates, because today we're diving face-first into the steaming pile of consequences known as OJ Simpson's second act in the criminal justice circus. This ain't a story about redemption; it's a masterclass in arrogance, entitlement, and the cosmic joke that is watching a man acquitted of double murder get railroaded by his own sheer, unadulterated stupidity in a cheap Las Vegas hotel room. The brutal truth hitting you like a cinder block full of regrets today is simple: fame doesn't make you bulletproof, Karma is a stone-cold b***h with an elephant's memory, and if you're going to commit a felony, maybe, just maybe, don't let the dipshit who helped arrange it f*****g record the entire thing. This wasn't "getting his stuff back"; this was a tragically pathetic attempt to seize control of a life that had spiraled into a bizarre purgatory of faded glory and simmering resentment, only to fumble his freedom into a toilet. It's "Ocean's Eleven" directed by the guys from "Dumb and Dumber," starring a man who thought his celebrity status was a magical shield against kidnapping and armed robbery charges.OJ Simpson storms a Vegas hotel room with a discount goon squad to reclaim old trophies and the suit he wore at his murder acquittal trial, proving the only thing he couldn't escape was his own spectacular lack of judgment and a poorly hidden tape recorder.Welcome back to GUILTY AS F**K. Get ready for a savage, laugh-out-loud, depraved deep dive into the OJ Simpson Vegas heist – the crime so monumentally stupid, it felt like the universe finally balancing the scales after the Trial of the Century. We're dissecting every jaw-dropping, WTF moment: the genius plan hatched over golf (probably), the goon squad assembled from the clubhouse bar, the pure chaos captured on a secret audio recording that became the prosecution's smoking gun, OJ's classic "I just wanted my stuff back" defense hilariously destroyed by his own voice on tape, the former friends who flipped faster than a Waffle House cook, the no-nonsense judge who wasn't having any celebrity theatrics, and the cosmic timing of the verdict dropping exactly 13 years after his LA acquittal. This is the true crime podcast episode where we explore the psychological wreckage of a fallen icon, the unreliability of loyalty built on proximity to fame, and the undeniable power of an idiot with a tape recorder. From kidnapping and armed robbery charges at the Palace Station Hotel & Casino to the harsh sentence that many saw as delayed justice for the 1995 murder trial, we're pulling back the blood-spattered curtain on OJ's inevitable collision with consequences. This ain't an unsolved mystery or a serial killer deep dive; it's a famous murder trial aftermath gone spectacularly wrong, a celebrity downfall riddled with dumb criminals and poetic karma. Tune in for the filth, the insights, and the uncomfortable truth that sometimes, the house in Vegas doesn't just take your money – it sends you to prison for nearly a decade. #TrueCrime #OJSIMPSON #VegasHeist #ArmedRobbery #Kidnapping #DumbCriminals #Podcast #TrueCrimePodcast #Karma #Justice #TrialOfTheCentury #Felony #RecordingCrime #PalaceStation #Consequences #CelebrityDownfall #GuiltyAsFuck 🎙️🩸🎲🤦‍♂️🚓🔒 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

WONNANGATTA: STRYCHNINE PEPPER & SKULL-EATING DINGOES Imagine being so goddamn isolated, your nearest neighbour shrugs and heads home after finding your place deserted, while local wildlife snacks on your rapidly decomposing corpse for weeks.This is the Wonnangatta Station Murders. Learn why extreme isolation isn't just lonely, it's Exhibit A in how investigations die slow, maggoty deaths. Discover how having a bad reputation can get you blamed for a murder, even if you end up victim number two. And brace yourself for the horrifying truth that sometimes, no matter how much you fear for your life and buy a goddamn handgun, the b******s still get you.In the Wonnangatta Valley, the only things less trustworthy than a neighbour's convenient dream are the condiments on the mantlepiece.Deep in the Australian high country wilderness, a remote homestead becomes a slaughterhouse where secrets are buried shallower than the bodies, and everyone looks guilty as f**k.GUILTY AS F**K true crime podcast deep dive! 🎙️💥 We drag you kicking and screaming into one of Australia's sickest unsolved mysteries: the Wonnangatta Station Murders. Two blokes, Jim Barclay & John Bamford, brutally killed in the godforsaken Victorian high country. Think shotgun blasts to the back, bullets to the head, bodies dumped like garbage. But that's just the start of the clusterfuck. We've got strychnine in the damn pepper pot 🌶️💀, a creepy "Home tonight" note that screamed "KILLER!" 🤫, a missing suit probably worn by the murderer🕺, and NINETEEN torn-out cheque butts that vanished into thin air 💸. Was it the surly cook everyone hated? The creepy neighbour who "dreamed" where the second body was? 🤔 Cattle thieves? 🐂🔪 Jealous husbands? ❤️‍🔥 Or the shadowy "three blokes" Barclay was scared shitless of? 😱 The police investigation was a goddamn joke, leaving zero convictions and a century of questions. This isn't your grandma's history class; it's a raw, savage look at isolation, paranoia, botched forensics, and why sometimes, the wilderness just wins. Tune in if you can handle the truth... or at least, the dirt-smeared theories. #TrueCrimePodcast #UnsolvedMystery #WonnangattaMurders #AustralianTrueCrime #ColdCase #MurderMystery #OutbackAustralia #CrimeScene #GuiltyAsFuck #RealCrime #PodcastAddict #WTF This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Lock your f**king doors, because we're talkin' about a killer who didn't just take lives, he took requests – specific goddamn music requests – and the entire city complied! We're cracking open the blood-soaked legend of The Axeman of New Orleans, a ghost forged in jazz, prejudice, and pure, uncut municipal incompetence.This isn't just a story about a serial killer; it's a masterclass in how deep-seated prejudice, utterly useless police work, and city-wide panic can let a brutal maniac run wild, frame innocent people, and turn a vibrant city into his personal, terrified concert hall. The key takeaway? Sometimes the authorities are more dangerous than the psycho with the axe.He wasn't Jack the Ripper, he was America's own Bayou Jack the Ripper – a home invasion artist who'd chisel out your back door panel, use your damn axe, bash your brains in, maybe slit your throat for s***s and giggles, leave your valuables untouched because he wasn't there for the loot, and then just... vanish. And don't forget the time he literally wrote a letter to the newspaper demanding the city play jazz or get chopped!This is the batshit insane saga of a phantom who terrorized a city, manipulated the media, was maybe (or maybe not) linked to earlier "Cleaver" attacks, inspired a chart-topping novelty jazz tune, and completely owned the cops at every turn – a true crime odyssey of incompetence, terror, and the power of music to save your ass (maybe).The Axeman of New Orleans: Where the cops were clowns, the victims were Italian grocers, and a demonic letter forced an entire city to throw a panic-fueled jazz party to avoid getting decapitated.Welcome, you sickos, to the Axeman deep dive 🩸! This true crime podcast episode is a savage deep dive into the unsolved mystery of New Orleans' most infamous serial killer. We're talking brutal axe murders, throats slit with razors from next door, brains denting mattresses, and killer fashion choices (changing clothes at the scene? Classy!). From the botched investigation of the Maggio murders to the side-show drama of the Besumer/Lowe attack and the absolute clusterf**k that was the Cortimiglia family attack and the Gretna screwjob where they framed innocent neighbours (the Jordanos) based on coerced testimony after the real killer chopped up a kid. Get the dirt on the possible suspects who were likely all b******t, the Momfre mystery, the theory linking it to a jazz business owner (Frank "Doc" Mumphrey), and the fact that this psycho sent a letter from "Hell" demanding everyone play jazz! It's all here: police incompetence, anti-Italian prejudice turning investigations into vendetta fantasies, and a city so terrified, they turned Jazz Night into a goddamn survival tactic. This isn't just history, it's a lesson in trusting no one, especially not the cops who couldn't find their ass with both hands and a map! Lock doors 🔐! Play jazz 🎷🎺! Don't get axe'd! #Axeman #NewOrleans #TrueCrime #Unsolved #SerialKiller #Podcast #JazzNight #GretnaScrewjob #PoliceFail #Mystery #History #Murder #Creepy #GuiltyAsFuck 🎧🔪💦🤯🎷🚪👻🇮🇹🚨🚓💨 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

On May 14, 2008, 19-year-old Brandon Swanson wasn't just driving home; he was punching his one-way ticket to the Twilight Zone after hitting a ditch 1. His final words? A perfect, chilling, all-American "Oh, s**t! before he evaporated into the goddamn cornfields like a glitch in the simulation.This is the Brandon Swanson case 1. And it's a masterclass in how easily you can disappear when you're lost, impaired, and the goddamn cops tell your frantic parents you have a "right to be missing" .The brutal truth is, sometimes the scariest monster is just your own terrible judgment mixed with bureaucratic apathy, and the horrifying reality that the earth can just swallow you whole, leaving behind nothing but a ringtone in the dark.Logline: After ditching his car in the middle of nowhere, a half-blind kid on the phone with his parents says "Oh, s**t!" and vanishes forever, exposing a fucked-up system and fueling online conspiracy theories from pig farmers to alternate dimensions.🚨 WTF 🚨 TRUE CRIME PODCAST ALERT 🚨! Dive headfirst into the INSANE Brandon Swanson UNSOLVED MYSTERY! 🤯 This kid calls his parents from a ditch after a party, thinks he's near Lynd, Minnesota, but is actually 25 F*****G MILES away near Taunton/Porter! He decides to WALK in the pitch black 2, leaving his GLASSES (he's LEGALLY BLIND in one eye!) in the car like some kind of depth-perception suicide mission. He spends 47 minutes on the phone with his dad describing hopping fences and hearing water, then drops the most iconic last words ever: "OH, S**T!". Then... SILENCE. The line STAYED CONNECTED, but he was GONE! Parents call the cops at 6:30 AM, and the Lynd PD drops the all-time classic line: "It's his right to be missing." WTF?! Precious GOLDEN HOURS wasted! Eventually, cell pings lead searchers to the car near Taunton/Porter, doors OPEN , keys MISSING, GLASSES RIGHT THERE. Search dogs went WILD, leading to the river, abandoned farms, farm equipment, then VANISHING. 122 SQUARE MILES searched, ZERO trace found. Is he drowned? Fell in an old well? Fouled play by a farmer or drug dealers? Was it HYPOTHERMIA after falling in the freezing Yellow Medicine River? Did he just step into another dimension? 23 The conspiracy theories are ENDLESS 2. This clusterfuck led to BRANDON'S LAW in Minnesota, forcing cops to take missing adult reports SERIOUSLY! Get ready for savage commentary on bad decisions, police incompetence, the agony of AMBIGUOUS LOSS 4, and why you should NEVER leave your damn glasses behind. This episode is guilty as f**k of spilling all the depraved details you NEED to hear! 💯💀 #BrandonSwanson #UnsolvedMystery #TrueCrime #MissingPersons #OhShit #Podcast #GuiltyAsFuck #RuralHell #PoliceFail #AmbiguousLoss #WTF #ConspiracyTheories #MinnesoGONEta #FindBrandon #CrimeTok #RedditMysteries #STAYWITHTHECAR This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Buckle the f**k up, buttercups. This ain't your grandma's cozy crime documentary; this is the gut-punch, the head-f**k, the "holy s**t, people suck" reality of the Arlis Perry murder at Stanford. When a 19-year-old newlywed walks into a prestigious university's church looking for peace after a spat about tire pressure, she finds instead a level of brutality that screams "pure f*****g evil," leaving investigators scratching their asses for 44 goddamn years.This week on GUILTY AS F**K, we're tearing into The Murder of Arlis Perry, the case of the wolf-in-security-guard-clothing, Stephen Blake Crawford, and how decades of justice were derailed by shitbaggery, wild conspiracy theories, and the most incompetent evidence handling you could possibly imagine. The core truth here? Never underestimate the lethality of stupid arguments, don't trust the uniform, incompetence in forensics matters more than you ever wanted to know, and science has a long, vengeful memory. This wasn't some phantom cultist conjured by Satanic Panic hype; it was a creepy ex-cop who knew how to game the system, was obsessed with the very institution he desecrated, and literally hid his DNA calling card on mislabeled pants.Argument over tire pressure? Ends with an ice pick in the skull.It's the story of how a prestigious university campus became a f*****g hunting ground, a brutal sanctuary slaying fueled by unknown rage, an evidence room screw-up that belongs in a criminal comedy, and the pathetic suicide of the guiltiest f****r of all.🔥 TRUE CRIME PODCAST ALERT! 🔥 Dive deep into the Arlis Perry murder, one of the most chilling Stanford murders, featuring killer Stephen Blake Crawford! Get the raw details on the brutal MemChu crime scene, the ice pick through the skull, the altar candle violation, and the infamous mislabeled pants that hid the killer's DNA for DECADES 👖🧬! Relive Crawford's b******t lies about locked doors and his pathetic attempts to misdirect with a scene screaming "ritual". Hear about his side hustle stealing rare books from Stanford libraries (while still living on campus grounds!) 📚💰 and the alleged forged diploma 👨‍🎓🤥. Witness the cold case breakthrough thanks to modern science and the ultimate coward move: Crawford eating his gun when cops showed up with a warrant 🔫💀. This episode slays the Satanic Panic theories (looking at you, Maury Terry & Berkowitz 👋😈) to expose the real garbage human. Forensic failures, unsolved mystery twists, and a murderer hiding in plain sight. It's a savage deep dive into a solved cold case with loose ends and questions that still haunt. #TrueCrime #Podcast #ArlisPerry #StanfordMurders #ColdCase #DNA #SerialKillerEra #SatanicPanic #ForensicFail #StephenCrawford #GuiltyAsFuck #CrimePodcast #MurderMystery #WTF. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Did you hear the one about the homeless delivery driver who strangled a gaggle of forgotten women in the crack-fueled apocalypse of South LA for over a decade? Yeah, that's not a joke, that's Chester Dewayne Turner, the invisible motherfucker who stacked bodies higher than a Domino's pizza box tower while the LAPD chased shadows and locked up the wrong sap. Today, we're mainlining the bitter truth: in America, some lives are worth less than a lukewarm slice, and justice can be as blind as a bat in a fentanyl fog. Turner: the human-shaped trash heap who proved you can be a prolific serial killer just by being aggressively ignored. One homeless rapist, one DNA swab, fourteen shattered lives finally screaming from the grave – that's the kind of delayed karmic beatdown you just can't unhear. Buckle up, buttercups, because this true crime podcast episode dives deep into the festering wound of LA's serial killer history, exposing the systemic rot that let Chester Turner become a goddamn legend of overlooked evil. We're dragging his sorry Arkansas-born ass and his Figueroa Corridor killing fields into the harsh glare, dissecting how a dude with a rap sheet full of petty b******t managed to become one of LA's "most prolific serial killers". Witness the catastrophic f**k-up that was the David Allen Jones wrongful conviction, where a barely literate dude with the IQ of a goldfish spent 11 goddamn years in prison because the cops were too busy patting themselves on the back for a coerced confession to notice the blood type mismatch and non-matching hair. We're talking unsolved mystery turned DNA-fueled nightmare, revealing how CODIS finally yanked this predator out of the shadows after a completely unrelated rape. From the crime scene WTFs like bodies dumped in portable toilets to the probation report's alleged claim that Turner attended victims' post-funeral dinners, this serial killer deep dive is a masterclass in how societal indifference and policing incompetence can give monsters free rein. Prepare for savage witness accounts and famous murder trial zingers, all leading to Turner rotting on California's Death Row in a state where executions are about as common as a sober crackhead. This ain't your grandma's true crime, folks. We're serving up the raw, unfiltered truth with a side of morbid humor and a chaser of righteous fury. 🤬💀🔪 #ChesterTurner #SouthsideSlayer #SerialKiller #TrueCrimePodcast #WrongfulConviction #DNAEvidence #LAPDFail #LosAngeles #CrimeJunkie #GuiltyAsFuck #DeathRow #UnsolvedMysteriesNoMore This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

This ain't just creepy pasta, this is the goddamn nightmare where internet b******t bled into real-world bloodshed. The Slender Man Stabbing. Because the core, brutal truth here is that sometimes kids aren't innocent cherubs; they're capable of fucked-up s**t, diving headfirst into delusion and dragging others with them, proving that untreated mental illness tangled with online garbage can create a perfect storm of WTF. They packed granola bars and family photos for a life of murder servitude with a fictional internet ghoul. It's the story of two twelve-year-olds trying to murder their friend to become servants for a stick-figure monster born from a 2009 Photoshop contest. Get ready for a savage, laugh-out-loud depraved true crime podcast deep dive into the infamous Slender Man stabbing case! Join us as we unpack how twelve-year-old Anissa Weier and Morgan Geyser went from sleepover to attempted homicide, brutally shanking their friend Payton Leutner nineteen goddamn times to appease an internet ghoul. We're tackling the full Waukesha clusterfuck: from the planned attack in David's Park woods with a kitchen knife, leaving their friend for dead, to their d*****s escape plan walking down the interstate. Hear the chilling details from the interrogation tapes where they confessed everything, talking about Slender Man like their weird uncle who demanded ritual sacrifice. This episode drags the horrifying lessons into the light: How the internet is a f*****g cesspool that bites back, how mental illness like early-onset schizophrenia and shared delusional disorder (folie à deux) complicates EVERYTHING for the juvenile justice system, and how Payton Leutner survived despite it all. Were they evil, or profoundly sick kids? The courts wrestled with NGI pleas (Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity), sending them to mental hospitals instead of prison. We're talking overlooked warning signs, psychotic cooties, d*****s criminal moves, and the absolute WTF of it all. This ain't just a famous murder trial deep dive, it's a psychological horror show proving sometimes the most terrifying monsters are inside our heads and they convince friends to help kill. 🔪🩸🧠🌳🦌💻😈😱🤷‍♀️👮‍♀️🚑📰💉🏥🏕️🤷‍♂️🚶‍♀️🎒📸🗺️🤮💯🔥🤯 #TrueCrime #SlenderMan #Creepypasta #AttemptedMurder #JuvenileCrime #MentalIllness #WaukeshaStabbing #NotGuiltyByReasonOfInsanity #SharedDelusion #PaytonLeutner #AnissaWeier #MorganGeyser #InternetDangers #SurvivorStory #PsychologicalHorror #CourtCase #WTF True Crime Podcast Unsolved Mystery Serial Killer Deep Dive? Nah, just kids and internet demons. This one will mess you up. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Ever meet a guy who looked like he alphabetized his sock drawer while simultaneously plotting your demise? Tonight, we drag John Emil List – the suit-and-tie psycho who traded spreadsheets for a goddamn Steyr and turned his Victorian shithole into a five-body buffet – outta the shadows. We're peeling back the layers of this repressed accountant's "perfect" life to expose the festering truth: some folks are so afraid of failure, they'd rather play God with a goddamn handgun than admit they can't balance their checkbook. This ain't about redemption, buttercups; it’s about the terrifying reality that the quietest neighbors might be one bad financial quarter away from turning their McMansion into a goddamn morgue. John List: where "saving souls" meant a bullet to the back of the head and a permanent vacation from responsibility. His life was a meticulously planned failure culminating in the ultimate cancellation. One suburban dad, five less problems, and eighteen years of blissful mediocrity as "Bob Clark" until a clay head snitched. This is the true crime podcast you didn't ask for, but you're gonna f*cking get it anyway! Prepare your eyeballs for a deep dive into a famous murder trial where religious delusion met meticulous planning and the only thing more shocking than the body count was his goddamn audacity. We're dissecting the "Boogeyman of Westfield," from his Boy Scout days to his "America's Most Wanted" close-up, exploring the psychology of a family annihilator fueled by OCPD and a seriously warped sense of divine duty. Learn how a forensic sculptor's creepy-accurate bust finally dragged this geriatric ghost out of his suburban slumber after nearly two decades of pretending to be someone as bland as unbuttered toast. We're dropping truth bombs about control freaks cracking harder than cheap drywall, the cancer of keeping secrets, and the unexpected power of goddamn television in solving an otherwise stone-cold case. Get ready for bizarre crime scene details (bodies posed in the ballroom?! WTF?), the audacity of a signed confession letter, and the sheer dumbassery of leaving your getaway car at JFK. This ain't your grandma's true crime; it's GUILTY AS F*CK, and John List is our Exhibit A in the case of "Suburban Hell Yeah He Did It" 🔪⛪️💰📺👴🏻 #TrueCrimePodcast #JohnList #FamilyAnnihilator #ColdCaseSolved #AmericasMostWanted #ForensicArt #ObsessiveCompulsivePersonalityDisorder #ReligiousPsychopath #SuburbanNightmare #GuiltyAsFuck #WTF #MurderMystery #CrazyShitYouWontBelieve This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

FORGET SERIAL KILLERS. THIS IS ABOUT A FLORIDA BRIDE SO BAD AT CRIME SHE LITERALLY CONFESSED TO A COP ON CAMERA AND CRIED FAKER THAN A STRIPPER'S BOOBS WHILE REALITY TV WAS ROLLING. YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS S**T UP.We're diving headfirst into the Dalia Dippolito attempted murder-for-hire case, a saga so unbelievably inept it makes most true crime look competent.This fucked-up saga teaches you that greed makes you stupid, escalating bad ideas is a one-way ticket to prison, and if you're going to hire a hitman, maybe don't pick the guy your snitching lover introduced you to, especially if he's wearing a wire for the goddamn police department. Also, divorce lawyers are cheaper than 16 years in a cage, and your fake grief performance better be convincing if "Cops" is filming.She was 5000% sure she wanted him dead, but zero percent prepared for reality TV cameras filming her Oscar-bait fake tears.In Florida, a newlywed's increasingly deranged attempts to ditch her ex-con husband climax in a televised hitman sting that's less 'True Detective' and more 'Cops' meets 'Looney Tunes'.ALRIGHT YOU SICK F***S, buckle up for the Dalia Dippolito trainwreck, probably the dumbest true crime podcast episode you'll ever hear. This famous murder trial involved a Florida woman who allegedly tried everything from antifreeze poisoning (tasted like gasoline, seriously?!) to planting drugs on her ex-con hubby Michael Dippolito before landing on a hitman plot. Problem is, her side piece Mohamed Shihadeh snitched, and the "hitman" was an undercover cop Widy Jean. THEN, the cherry on this s**t sundae? The reality show "Cops" was literally filming the staged crime scene and Dalia's hysterically unconvincing fake crying performance! 😂🚔📺💩 Witness the legendary "5000 percent sure" confession that sealed her fate. Three trials later, after defense arguments about entrapment and blaming the police for wanting TV fame on the show "Cops", she was found guilty and sentenced to 16 years. Learn why shutting the f**k up on camera is Crime 101 and why divorce is a significantly safer option than hiring a dude who might be wearing a wire. We're talking stolen restitution money, fake pregnancies, a house arrest baby 🤰 with a guy with a felony record, and recorded jail calls discussing drone escapes ✈️. This is the messy, jaw-dropping disaster the algorithm craves, a serial killer deep dive into the mind... or lack thereof... of a truly guilty dummy. This isn't an unsolved mystery, just pure, unadulterated stupidity televised. #DaliaDippolito #TrueCrime #Podcast #GuiltyAsFuck #FloridaWoman #Hitman #FakeTears #CopsTV #5000PercentSure #CrimeFail #LegalCircus #Stupidity #ViralCrime #WorstCriminals #PoliceSting #Entrapment #Antifreeze #MichaelDippolito #MohamedShihadeh #JusticeServed #NotGuiltyAsFuck #LockHerUp 🔒💸🤷‍♀️🔪🔥🩸 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Alright, settle in, buttercups. Based on the raw, unadulterated truth from the sources provided about the Keddie Cabin Murders, here's your episode description. Prepare for your ears to bleed (metaphorically... mostly).This ain't some gentle fireside chat about unsolved mysteries. We're dragging you kicking and screaming to Keddie, California, 1981, the goddamn ghost town where nightmares checked in and never left. Welcome to the Keddie Cabin Murders. Four souls – a mom, her teenage son, his friend, and her own twelve-year-old daughter – slaughtered with a savagery that screams pure rage. But the real horror show? The utter, mind-boggling, potentially deliberate incompetence of the original investigation. This case proves that small towns harbour big, filthy secrets, that sometimes your local law enforcement is less Sherlock Holmes and more "great pals" with the prime suspect, and that monsters absolutely get away with it when the system drops the ball (or buries the evidence). It's a brutal lesson in how easily justice can be murdered right alongside the victims.Three kids supposedly slept through a massacre next door? B******t. Someone's lying through their goddamn teeth.It’s Deliverance meets a failed timeshare development, where the blood on the walls tells a story no one in charge wanted to hear.🔪🩸 UNLOCKED: THE KEDDIE CABIN 28 MASSACRE 🔪🩸 The true crime podcast deep dive you didn't know you needed (until now). We dissect the savage 1981 unsolved murder of the Sharp family + friend in a remote California cabin. Hammer blows, stab wounds, strangulation, and a BB gun used as a bludgeon?! No forced entry, blood on the back stairs... but wait, there's MORE! We plunge into the staggering f**k-ups of the Plumas County Sheriff's Office, the ignored child witness (Justin Smartt), the hypnosis sessions run by the Sheriff himself, and the evidence pile that was less 'investigation' and more 'comedy of errors'. Discover how a prime suspect (Marty Smartt) with a violent history, a missing hammer, a damning letter ("4 lives for your love" 🥵), AND an alleged confession to his VA therapist (‼️ cops called it "hearsay" 🙄) somehow walked. We unravel the mystery of his ex-con buddy (Bo Boubede), the missing daughter (Tina Sharp) whose remains turned up years later via an anonymous 911 call (tape found UNOPENED DECADES LATER 🤯). And the kicker? DNA from the crime scene binding tape matched a LIVING SUSPECT in 2018... and STILL no arrests?! 🤯 WTF?! This episode is a masterclass in how not to solve a murder, potentially how to cover one up, and why you should never be "great pals" with the Sheriff if you're a violent psycho. #KeddieCabin #UnsolvedMurder #TrueCrimePodcast #ColdCase #PoliceIncompetence #CoverUp #MartySmartt #BoBoubede #TinaSharp #ForensicFail #SierraNevadaMysteries #TrueCrimeAddict #MurderPodcast #JusticeForKeddie 🤬🕵️‍♂️🔨🧬✉️🌲 cabin 28 murder solved? dna living suspect. marty smartt confession. plumas county sheriff scandal. worst true crime investigation ever. guilty as f**k podcast. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Alright, you sick f***s, gather 'round. We're dragging Arne Cheyenne Johnson, the OG "Devil Made Me Do It" defendant, kicking and screaming into the spotlight. This ain't your grandma's ghost story; this is the infamous case from 1981 that proves courts don't give a flying f**k about your demons, that drunk arguments plus knives equals dead people every goddamn time, and that parasitic "paranormal experts" will exploit vulnerable families for profit faster than you can say "43 demons".Turns out, blaming Beelzebub is a great way to sell books, a terrible way to avoid prison, and maybe just a convenient excuse for being a violent a*****e after too much wine.This is the gritty, batshit insane true crime Netflix series no one's brave enough to greenlight: Booze, alleged demonic possession, courtroom chaos, accusations of exploitation, and a manslaughter conviction that still feels like a supernatural dodge.Dive into this true crime podcast episode, a savage deep-dive into the famous murder trial of Arne Johnson and the infamous "Devil Made Me Do It" case! Was it a literal demonic possession 😈 forcing a man to kill Alan Bono in Brookfield, Connecticut? Or a chaotic mix of drunk rage, family drama, and a supernatural hoax allegedly cooked up by Ed and Lorraine Warren for fame and fortune 💸? We tear apart the inconsistent stab wound count, the legally useless defense, the skepticism of Carl Glatzel Jr. (who suggested mom's secret meds!?), and the chilling reality of vulnerable people being exploited by those promising help. This isn't an unsolved mystery, it's a solved crime wrapped in layers of b******t and media frenzy. Get ready for the court drama, the exploited family 💔, the WTF trivia (age gap! prison marriage!), and the shockingly insightful, depraved truth behind one of history's wildest defenses. #TrueCrime #Podcast #DevilMadeMeDoIt #ArneJohnson #WarrenFiles #DemonicPossession #Murder #Connecticut #CrimePodcast #Exploitation #Hoax #SatanicPanic #LegalFail #DrunkMess #WTF #GuiltyAsFuck #CourtTV #RedditCrime #GuiltyAsFuckPodcast 🩸🔪🍷📚😠👻 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Today we’re dragging the blood-soaked legacy of Richard Trenton Chase, also known as the Vampire of Sacramento and the Dracula Killer, into the unforgiving light. The brutal truth? Severe paranoid schizophrenia 🧠💥 + a totally fucked mental health system 🤦‍♀️ = a six-person body count in one goddamn month. And sometimes, the simplest defence against pure evil is just locking your goddamn door.He turned blenders into smoothie machines for human remains and considered an unlocked doorknob a formal invitation to cannibalism.A paranoid schizophrenic thinks his organs are stolen, tries to fix himself by drinking blood from yogurt cups, and escalates to slaughtering entire families through unlocked doors.TRIGGER WARNING AS F**K 🚨 Get ready for a serial killer deep dive that makes Bundy look like a Boy Scout. We're tearing apart the case of Richard Trenton Chase, aka the Vampire of Sacramento, a walking nightmare fueled by paranoid schizophrenia 🧠💥 and a system that completely s**t the bed. From bedwetting psychos 🍼🔥🐶 to injecting rabbit blood 🐰💉 and bathing in cow gore 🐄🩸, Chase was ticking all the future-monster boxes EARLY. Then things got... messy. Drive-by murders 🚗💨, burglary turned biological warfare on baby beds 💩🛏️, and finally, the Sacramento bloodbath. Teresa Wallin 🤰🔪, the Miroth family (Evelyn, Jason 👦, baby David 👶💔) and their friend Daniel Meredith 👴💀 all fell victim to his necrophilia, cannibalism, and twisted delusion he needed blood to live. Seriously, he drank victim blood from yogurt cups 🥛🩸 and blended organs in his kitchen 🤯 blender. His apartment? A goddamn charnel house with body parts in the fridge and a murder calendar 🗓️ marking future kills. We break down the insanity trial ⚖️ where he blamed UFOs 👽🛸 and claimed it was "justifiable homicide". How did this happen? UNLOCKED DOORS🚪🔓. That was his sign. That was your invitation to hell. We dissect the catastrophic mental health system failure that let this monster roam free and buy a gun 🤦‍♀️🔫. Chase cheated the death penalty with a pill overdose, but his legacy of terror and the sheer horror of his crimes still haunt Sacramento. This ain't no unsolved mystery, folks. This is a cold, hard lesson in depravity, vulnerability, and why you should LOCK YOUR F*****G DOORS🔒🔑. Pure true crime podcast fuel 🔥🎧. #TrueCrime #SerialKiller #VampireOfSacramento #RichardChase #SacramentoMurders #Podcast #CrimePodcast #Murderer #Cannibal #Necrophilia #UnsolvedMysteries #MentalHealth #CrimeJunkie #ColdCase #LockYourDoors #WTF This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

You think your commute is hell? Try getting shanked, set on fire, then having to possess some poor b*****d just to get your killer's name out there! We're diving headfirst into the goddamn circus that was the murder of Teresita Basa by the douchebag Allan Showery, a case so batshit the only logical explanation is that reality took a hefty dose of bath salts. Turns out, even in the afterlife, you can't trust the goddamn system to do its job, forcing a dead Filipina respiratory therapist to become the ultimate spectral narc. The lesson? Sometimes justice wears a bedsheet and speaks through a terrified coworker, but even then, the garbage human responsible might just laugh his way out of prison after a measly five years. This whole mess is proof that even when a ghost points the finger, the scales of justice are often just rusty and covered in b******t. One dead woman, one possessed witness, one walking murderer: Chicago '77 was a goddamn paranormal crime scene with a side of "f**k you" from the legal system. Get ready for the true story that screams, "Did a ghost REALLY just solve a murder, or was everyone involved sniffing glue?"This ain't your grandma's true crime podcast, motherfuckers! Prepare for a deep dive into the Teresita Basa murder, the infamous "voice from the grave" case where a supposed ghostly tip from beyond led cops to the scumbag Allan Showery. Was it a real spectral snitch calling in via the conveniently "possessed" Remy Chua, or just a whole lotta human drama disguised as paranormal b******t? We're unpacking the gruesome discovery of Teresita's body – naked, stabbed, and torched in her own damn apartment – and the five-month cold case that suddenly went full Poltergeist. Witness the sheer audacity of a "confession" followed by a "just kidding!", a mistrial that probably left the jury needing therapy, and a plea deal that saw a brutal killer walk free after a pathetic five years. We're dragging the real lessons kicking and screaming into the light: how flimsy evidence can sometimes get a foot in the door, how hard evidence (like Teresita's stolen jewelry found with Showery's d*****s girlfriend) is the only thing that truly matters, and how "justice" can be a cosmic joke with a truly shitty punchline. Buckle up for the bizarre details, including the mysterious "A.S." diary entry, the Edgewater Hospital connection that's creepier than your uncle's basement, and the enduring questions about Remy Chua's real motivations. This ain't just a true crime story; it's a descent into madness, a paranormal puzzle box, and a testament to how fucked up and fascinating the human (and maybe ghostly?) condition can be. You won't believe this unsolved mystery turned (allegedly) solved case that's got more twists than a pretzel in a washing machine. Tune in for the famous murder trial that involved a goddamn ghost and a whole lotta "GUILTY AS F**K!" energy. 🔪👻🗣️🤬🤯🚨 #TrueCrimePodcast #VoiceFromTheGrave #TeresitaBasa #AllanShowery #UnsolvedMysteries #GhostSolvedIt #ChicagoCrime #JusticeFailed #ParanormalTrueCrime #WTF This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Yo, you hear about the little girl who vanished from a goddamn homeless shelter like a fart in the wind and nobody noticed for damn near three weeks?This ain't your grandma's true crime lullaby. Today, we're scraping the festering sores of Relisha Rudd's disappearance and finding out that the "system" meant to protect the most vulnerable was so plugged with its own bureaucratic turds that an eight-year-old could evaporate, leaving behind nothing but a pantload of unanswered questions and enough blame to choke a goddamn horse. We're dragging out the cold, hard truth: sometimes the monsters don't lurk in the shadows; they wear badges, file reports, and collect paychecks while a goddamn child vanishes into thin air. It’s a goddamn indictment of apathy and incompetence so profound it makes you wanna set fire to every government building and dance in the ashes.Eighteen days ain't a screw-up; it's a goddamn declaration: some lives just don't f*****g matter until they're gone.Buckle up, buttercups, because this week's true crime podcast dives headfirst into the horrific rabbit hole of Relisha Rudd, the 8-year-old girl who went missing from DC General, a so-called homeless shelter that was more like a human garbage disposal unit. We're peeling back the layers of this unsolved mystery to expose the monumental, multi-agency clusterfuck that let a known felon janitor with a creepy boner for kids, Kahlil Tatum, waltz right in and seemingly snatch her off the face of the planet. Get ready for a serial killer deep dive adjacent nightmare as we dissect the famous murder trial... that never happened, because this sicko offed himself after murdering his wife. We're talking fake "Dr. Tatum" notes, a mother with more holes in her story than a screen door in a hurricane, a missing person case colder than a witch's tits in a brass bra, and enough police investigation blunders to fill a goddamn encyclopedia. Was it trafficking? Did she just wander off into the urban wasteland? Or did that scumbag janitor bury her under a pile of bureaucratic b******t? We're serving up all the depraved details, the WTF moments (cash-flashing on Facebook, anyone?), and the systemic failures that scream louder than a toddler tantrum in a library. This ain't for the faint of heart, you sensitive snowflakes. Hit play and prepare to have your faith in humanity take a greasy nosedive. 💔🤬🔍 #TrueCrime #UnsolvedCase #MissingChild #DCGeneral #KahlilTatum #ShamikaYoung #SystemicFailure #JusticeForRelisha #GuiltyAsFuckPodcast #WTF This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Ever wonder how a goddamn floppy doll became more famous than your last Tinder hookup? Buckle up, buttercups, 'cause we're diving headfirst into the sticky, yarn-haired horror that is the Annabelle doll and the grifting gremlins known as Ed and Lorraine Warren! Today, we're dragging the rotting corpse of this paranormal fairytale into the interrogation room to dissect the real crime: the industrial-strength b******t peddled to the masses! What festering life lessons are we unearthing from this crypt of crap? Simple: people are dumb as hammered dogshit, fear is a helluva drug, and never, EVER trust a self-proclaimed demonologist with a basement full of dusty nightmares. One floppy b***h, two clueless nurses, and a pair of entrepreneurial spook peddlers – it's a goddamn paranormal threesome of terror (for your wallet)! This ain't your grandma's ghost story; it's the prequel to the grift that launched a thousand haunted house tours. Get ready for a true crime podcast episode that's more twisted than a rusty corkscrew, a deep dive into the Annabelle hauntingthat exposes the Warrens' most audacious scam! We're talking demonic possession, unsolved mystery (of where the f**k the evidence is!), serial killer levels of deception (on your gullibility!), and a famous paranormal case so full of holes you could use it as a colander. Was Annabelle a cursed object or just a convenient cash cow? Did the Annabelle death toll actually reach zero? We're spilling all the tea (and maybe some holy water... just in case 😈) on this alleged haunting, ripping apart the paranormal investigation tactics of the Warrens, and laughing our asses off at the sheer audacity of it all. From creepy dolls to museum exhibits, from movie franchises to skeptic debunking, this is the true story (or is it?) that Hollywood wouldn't dare show you uncut. Prepare for shocking revelations, controversial claims, and more WTF moments than a Vatican exorcism gone sideways. Hit that play button before this episode vanishes into thin air like Lou's goddamn scratches! 🔪👻🤡💰 #Annabelle #Warrens #TrueCrime #Podcast #DemonicDoll #Haunting #Scam #B******t #GuiltyAsFuck #Paranormal #Horror #Creepy #WTF #Skeptic #Debunked #UnsolvedMystery #Crime This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Alright, you sickos. Forget your sensitive feelings. We're diving balls-deep into a true crime clusterfuck fueled by teenage angst, a fantasy game, and the kind of stunning incompetence that makes you wonder how these dipshits remembered to breathe. This week on Guilty As F**k, we dissect the case of Rod Ferrell, aka "Vesago," and his Vampire Clan, who took their pretend bloodsucking hobby on a road trip to Florida that ended with two savaged bodies and a getaway plan dumber than a box of hammers.The core, blood-splattered truth? When severely disturbed kids are marinated in violent fantasy, enabled by fucked-up parents, and given access to a crowbar, they don't just ruin their own lives – they erase others. This ain't Twilight, folks; this is what happens when fantasy hits reality with the blunt force of 22+ blows to the head.Turns out being a 500-year-old vampire doesn't help you pick a decent getaway car or remember not to call Grandma for gas money after a double murder.This is the story of a teenage vampire LARPer and his misfit crew who traded spooky rituals for actual homicide, then bumbled their way across four states in the victims' Ford Explorer before getting busted thanks to a payphone and a grandma with common sense.🔥 GUILTY AS F**K EPISODE DROP: Buckle up, you sick b******s! We're ripping open the infamous Rod Ferrell Vampire Clan murders, the true crime podcast story where teenage delusion met a crowbar and s**t went sideways faster than a meth-fuelled swamp buggy. Get the bloody details of how "Vesago", a Kentucky Goth kid convinced he was an ancient vampire, led his crew on a murder road trip to Eustis, Florida, resulting in the brutal bludgeoning deaths of Richard and Ruth Wendorf. This ain't an unsolved mystery; it's a solved tragedy of epic stupidity. We're talking dead puppies as a warm-up act, blood-drinking rituals, a V-shaped burn mark on a corpse, and the most pathetic attempt at staging a robbery ever. Plus, the botched getaway that involved using the victims' car and calling dear old grandma for cash – true crime gold, baby! We deep dive into Ferrell's claims of being a 500-year-old vampire, his messed-up mom who was also into vampirism, his Schizotypal Personality Disorder diagnosis, and his abrupt guilty plea to avoid the death penalty. You'll hear about the accomplices – Howard Scott Anderson got a life sentence reduced to 40 years, while Charity Keesee served 10.5 years and Dana Cooper got 17.5 years. And what about Heather Wendorf, the girl supposedly needing rescue? She walked away with zero charges! Was she a pawn or a player? We drag it all into the light. Witness accounts, trial zingers, and the 90s moral panic around role-playing games like Vampire: The Masquerade getting blamed for everything but the ozone layer. This is the real s**t: brutal murder, teen killers, cult dynamics, and the kind of d*****s criminal moves that'll make you scream-laugh into your earbuds. Don't miss this savage deep dive into how fantasy twisted into a real-life slaughterhouse, ending with Rod Ferrell trading death row for life without parole. Subscribe, rate, and share this true crime podcast episode if you're ready to face the depraved truth. #TrueCrimePodcast #RodFerrell #VampireClan #WendorfMurders #Crimetok #GuiltyAsFuck #TrueCrimeCommunity #Murder #Goth #VampireTheMasquerade #CrowbarKillers #DumbCriminals #FloridaMan #Kentucky #LAShannon #CrimeJunkie #PodcastLife #MustListen #Viral #FBIOpenUp 🔥🩸🔪🦇🎮🚗💰👵🚔⚖️🤷‍♀️ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

HOW TO F**K UP A TRIPLE DISAPPEARANCE: THE SPRINGFIELD THREE Buckle the f**k up, truth-seekers. We're diving headfirst into Springfield, Missouri's murkiest waters circa 1992. This isn't your grandma's story. Three women evaporated from a perfectly normal house on a perfectly normal street. Thirty-plus years later, we're still asking: Where the F**K did they go? We're tearing into the absolute goddamn disaster of The Springfield Three: Sherrill Levitt, her daughter Suzie Streeter, and Suzie’s pal Stacy McCall. What brutal, real, horrifying, “holy-sh*t-people-are-garbage” lessons are we dragging into the daylight? Never trust well-meaning idiots with a potential crime scene. That 90s tech was designed by sadists who knew how to erase crucial clues with the press of the wrong damn button. That you can vanish three people from a suburban house in the middle of the goddamn night, leaving everything behind — purses, cash, keys, even cigarettes for chain-smokers — without a sound or trace, and thirty-plus years later, still have zero f*****g answers. Springfield, Missouri: Where people disappear easier than potential evidence swept up by a barefoot buddy. Graduation night goes sideways when three women vanish from a suburban home, leaving behind a scene so fucked up the only thing cleaner than the house was maybe the perpetrator's getaway vehicle.🩸😵‍💫🗑️📞👻🏠❓🕵️‍♂️🤯🔥🤮 Tune into GUILTY AS F**K for a savage true crime podcast deep dive into the unsolved mystery of the Springfield Three. This isn't just a triple disappearance, it's a goddamn masterclass in how everything can go wrong after a crime scene is discovered. Evidence contamination level: EXPERT, thanks to friends sweeping up broken glass and playing with answering machines that delete "strange" messages! We rip apart the WTF details like the shattered porch light globe with an intact bulb, the obscene prank calls while friends were in the house, the purses and smokes left behind, and the complete lack of struggle despite three women vanishing. We unpack the whole suspect sideshow – from prison pen pals who claim to know they're dead, to grave robbers and local serial creeps. Police fumbles, dismissed GPR theories, thousands of tips, leads that went nowhere... 30+ years later, still NO BODIES, NO ARRESTS, NO ANSWERS. This cold case is pure, depraved chaos. Listen now and rage with us about the forensic fails, police mismanagement, and the gut-wrenching reality for families still waiting for justice. #SpringfieldThree #Unsolved #TrueCrime #Podcast #ColdCase #MissingPersons #Abduction #WTF #CrimeScene #Evidence #PoliceFail #RedditTheories #MurderMystery #JusticeForSuzieSherrillStacy 🗑️📞👻🏠❓🕵️‍♂️🤮🔥🤯 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

What do you get when you mix a sleepy desert town, a bunch of cops who couldn't find their own a******s with both hands, and ELEVEN dead women? A f*****g nightmare dug up by a dog, years after the city largely looked the other way. We're diving into the soul-crushing failure that is The West Mesa Bone Collector case in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The core truth? That society, by and large, doesn't give a flying f**k about vulnerable women – the ones on the fringes, the addicts, the sex workers, the poor – until their bodies stack up high enough to make headlines. Their lives were dirt cheap, their disappearances treated with appalling indifference, proving that the value assigned to a human life seems grotesquely tied to their perceived social standing. When patterns are ignored and reports from marginalized communities are downplayed, killers f*****g win. Predators thrive in the shadows cast by our collective indifference and the cracks in our systems.They literally built a park on top of the graves because "closure" means paving over your problems.In a town built on indifference, a dog sniffed out the truth society buried: ELEVEN dead women in the goddamn sand.🔥 TRUE CRIME PODCAST WARNING! 🔥 Buckle up, f*****s, for a savage deep dive into the unsolved mystery that exposed Albuquerque's grimy underbelly. This ain't your grandma's serial killer deep dive! We're talking the West Mesa Bone Collector, who preyed on vulnerable women – mostly Hispanic sex workers and addicts – between 2001 and 2005. The police failure was so monumental, the bodies weren't found until 2009, accidentally unearthed by construction and sniffed out by a goddamn dog named Ruca. We're laying bare the brutal lessons learned (or ignored) about societal bias, police dysfunction, and why your ass is invisible if you're "tied to drugs and prostitution". Was it Lorenzo Montoya, the dead guy who lived nearby, allegedly filmed creepy s**t, and bragged about burying women before getting capped by a pimp? Or was it Joseph Blea, the jailed "Mid-School Rapist" linked by a f*****g nursery tag found near the graves who called victims "trashy"? Maybe it was both? Or a sex trafficking ring?. The cops had "persons of interest", got over 1,400 tips, offered a $100,000 reward that's still collecting dust, and still haven't caught the sick f**k! Hear the heartbreaking voices of the victims' families who felt ignored by APD for YEARS. Discover how satellite photos showed tire tracks at the burial site YEARS before the discovery! We're ripping the scab off this notorious cold case, dissecting the f**k-ups, and asking: where the hell are the other EIGHT+ women who vanished from the same area? This is raw, uncensored true crime, where the only thing darker than the desert night is the system that failed these women. #TrueCrime #Podcast #Unsolved #SerialKiller #WestMesa #BoneCollector #Albuquerque #APD #ColdCase #MissingPersons #JusticeForOurGirls #FuckTheSystem #GuiltyAsFuck 🦴💀💔🚨🌵🚧🐕‍🦺The West Mesa Bone Collector case involves the discovery of eleven murdered women and the remains of an unborn child buried in shallow graves on the West Mesa of Albuquerque, New Mexico. The disappearances of these women occurred over several years, primarily between 2001 and 2005.Context and Victims:* The area where the women vanished was often near East Central Avenue in Albuquerque, described by some locals as a "Walmart for vice". This area was frequented by sex workers, individuals struggling with addiction, johns, dealers, and patrolling police, creating a complex ecosystem.* The victims were often young, with two being just 15 years old at the time they disappeared. Most were Hispanic and caught in the cycle of addiction and sex work. However, there were exceptions.* The identified victims include:* Monica Diana Candelaria: 22, disappeared May 15, 2003. Had ties to drugs/prostitution.* Victoria Ann Chavez: 26, disappeared June 5, 2003, reported missing 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution. Enjoyed hiking/camping. Her mother, Mary Gutierrez, asked, "How could one person or anybody do this to 11 girls?".* Syllannia Terene Edwards: 15, disappeared August 17, 2003. A runaway from foster care in Lawton, Oklahoma. She was the only African American victim found and the only one confirmed from out of state. She was seen in Aurora, Colorado, in May 2004, potentially using the street names "Mimi" or "Chocolate". She was identified via a sketch and dental records. Her family had no known ties to New Mexico. How she ended up in Albuquerque remains a mystery.* Doreen Marquez: 24, disappeared October 10, 2003. Had ties to drugs/prostitution. She was a mother of two. Her daughter, Destinie, remembered her as an "amazing woman" with "long gorgeous hair".* Veronica Romero: 28, disappeared February 14, 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution. Described as "smart, funny, tough". Her boyfriend, Clay Dean, who called the area a "Walmart for vice," last saw her getting into a truck.* Jamie Caterina Barela: 15, disappeared March 26, 2004. Vanished with her cousin, Evelyn Salazar. She had no known ties to drugs or the lifestyle that characterized most other victims. Her mother, Jayne Perea, expressed frustration with police handling of the missing persons report. Jamie was the last victim to be identified, nearly a year after the discovery.* Evelyn Jesus Maria Salazar: 27, disappeared March 26, 2004. Vanished with her cousin, Jamie Barela. She had ties to drugs/prostitution and was a client at a support program called Crossroads. Her mother, Myra Salazar, stated the victims "didn't deserve what they got" and "all had families that care for them".* Virginia Cloven: 24, disappeared/reported missing April 13, 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution.* Julie Cyndie Nieto: 24, disappeared July 15, 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution.* Cinnamon Elks: 32, disappeared August 20, 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution. She was the oldest victim found.* Michelle Gina Valdez: 22, disappeared September 22, 2004. Had ties to drugs/prostitution. She was four months pregnant when she vanished. The skeletal remains of her unborn child were found buried alongside her. Her father, Dan Valdez, remembered her smile, stating, "When Michelle Valdez walked into a room, 'it lit up,'" and emphasized she was a "beautiful person".* The extended timeline of disappearances (2001-2005) suggests a predator who was methodical, patient, and comfortable operating over years, exploiting the vulnerability of the victims.The Discovery:* The bodies were discovered on February 2, 2009, years after the last disappearance, not by detective work but by pure chance.* A resident named Christine Ross was walking her dog, Ruca, on an earthen trail near 118th Street SW and Dennis Chavez Boulevard. Ruca found a large bone sticking out of the dirt.* Ross suspected the bone was human, took a picture, and sent it to her sister, a nurse, who confirmed it looked like a femur and advised her to call the police.* This accidental discovery was a result of construction work disturbing the land. Developers had buried a natural arroyo, causing flooding. To fix this, they built a retaining wall and retention pond near the burial site, which churned up the soil and exposed the bone. The sources note that if not for the "shitty landscaping and a dog's sensitive nose," the bodies might still be undiscovered.* Satellite photos taken between 2003 and 2005 actually showed tire tracks and disturbed earth in the area where the bodies were found years later. This highlights a potential missed opportunity for earlier detection.Excavation and Investigation Challenges:* Upon realizing they had found more than one body, police cordoned off a massive area, reportedly up to 92 acres. Archaeologists and forensic anthropologists were brought in for a painstaking excavation process that lasted for months.* The discovery of eleven women and Michelle Valdez's unborn child was a grim tally.* Identifying the remains was difficult, relying on dental records, DNA analysis (with samples sent to the University of North Texas), and forensic sketches. It took nearly a full year to identify the last victim, Jamie Barela.* The state of the remains (skeletal) made determining the exact cause of death nearly impossible. There were no signs of bullet holes or blunt force trauma. Investigators speculated strangulation was likely used, as it leaves less physical evidence, especially after decomposition.* The burial site itself had minimal trace evidence. The desert environment, years of exposure, and the shallow, "makeshift graves" likely destroyed any usable DNA from the killer.* The significant time lag (years between the murders ending around 2005 and the discovery in 2009) was a major hurdle, effectively cleaning the scene. As former APD Chief Michael Geier stated, they were "behind the power curve by three years or more".Criticisms and Failures:* The handling of the case, particularly before the bodies were found, has been heavily criticized.* Many victims' families reported their daughters missing years earlier (2003-2005). Jayne Perea, Jamie Barela's mother, bluntly stated, "If (police) were really on the ball, these girls would be alive". She felt ignored and unheard.* Critics, including community advocates like Christine Barber of Street Safe New Mexico, accused the Albuquerque Police Department (APD) of not taking initial missing persons reports seriously and failing to connect the pattern of vanishings. Some reports allegedly received little investigation, and there were significant delays, sometimes months or years, in entering the women into the national NCIC database.* The dehumanizing narrative that focused on the victims' "ties to drugs and prostitution" in early media and official statements was also criticized. Critics argued this focus framed the women as criminals rather than victims and created public ambivalence, implying they were responsible for their own fate. State Senator Linda Lopez condemned this labeling. Journalists later acknowledged this criticism.* Sources suggest this alleged indifference occurred while APD was dealing with its own scandals, including evidence room issues, and later came under DOJ monitoring for civil rights violations. An ex-APD officer, Cassandra Morrison, reflected the internal reaction: "Holy F…! Somebody dropped the ball on it!" and confirmed missing persons reports were often treated in a "non-chalant" manner. Another former sergeant stated departmental dysfunction negatively impacted the investigation.* The sources conclude that a systemic disregard for marginalized women (sex workers, drug users, women of colour) likely allowed the predator to operate for years. This bias created a "fatal blind spot".The Official Investigation and Suspects:* APD formed a task force, and the FBI assisted. They have received over 1,400 tips. A reward of up to $100,000 is still unclaimed.* APD has conducted multiple land searches since the initial dig, finding only unrelated ancient remains in one instance.* The investigation is officially "open and ongoing," with "persons of interest" identified. However, the sources imply that police are "pretty much clueless" due to the time lag and lack of evidence.* Two main persons of interest emerge from the sources:* Lorenzo Montoya: Described as "Suspect #1" and the police's "best suspect" by former Chief Geier. He lived nearby, had a history of violence against sex workers, and had strangled Shericka Hill in 2006. He allegedly told his girlfriend he'd kill her and "bury her in lime". His coworkers claimed he bragged about killing women and burying them on the West Mesa. Most disturbingly, sources mention an alleged home video potentially showing him having sex with an unidentified woman (possibly deceased), followed by sounds of duct tape and garbage bags. Montoya was shot to death by Hill's boyfriend/pimp in 2006 while trying to dispose of her body. His death occurred around the end of the West Mesa killings timeframe. His being deceased means he is unavailable for questioning. News reports questioned if evidence from his home was properly preserved.* Joseph Blea: Described as "Suspect #2" and the "Mid-School Rapist". He is currently incarcerated for unrelated attacks on young teens in the 1980s, caught decades later by DNA technology. Blea worked in landscaping and frequented a nursery linked by a plant tag found near the burial site. A search of his home found women's underwear and jewelry not belonging to his family. A cellmate claimed Blea admitted hiring the West Mesa victims and called them "trashy". His DNA was also reportedly found on clothing from another sex worker found dead in 2015. He is serving a long sentence but denies involvement in the West Mesa murders. The delay in re-testing an old rape kit eventually linked to Blea is cited as an investigative blunder.* Other possibilities have been floated, including the involvement of organized crime or biker gangs. Police also suspected a sex trafficking ring, possibly from Texas, that targeted vulnerable women. The sheer number of missing women compared to those found could point to multiple killers or additional dumping grounds.* Other individuals investigated and cleared include photographer Ron Erwin and serial killer Scott Lee Kimball (who denied involvement).Other Missing Women:* A disturbing aspect is that police acknowledge at least eight other women with similar backgrounds vanished from Albuquerque around the same timeframe (2001-2006) and might be connected. Sources list names like Darlene Trujillo, Martha Jo Lucher, Anna Vigil, Felipa Gonzales, Nina Herron, Jillian Ortiz Henderson, Shawntell Waites, Leah Peebles, and Vanessa Reed (lists vary slightly).* Their fate remains unknown. The sources ask, "Where the f**k are they? Did the killer have another dumping ground?" or does this suggest something bigger like multiple killers or a trafficking operation.Legacy and Conclusion:* The case exposed systemic biases and led to changes in New Mexico law regarding the faster entry of missing persons into databases and required officer training. It also highlighted the distrust between vulnerable communities and police, prompting efforts to rebuild trust.* A recent legislative push (HB 340 in 2025) aims to allow police to collect DNA from deceased felony suspects (like Montoya) to check against cold cases.* In June 2020, the city dedicated a "Women's Memorial Park" on top of the burial site, listing the victims' names. The sources describe this as a place of remembrance but also a stark reminder of the crime and failure of justice.* The West Mesa case remains unsolved, a "gaping wound" in Albuquerque's history. Justice remains denied for the victims and their families. The killer(s) may be dead (like Montoya), incarcerated for other crimes (like Blea), or still at large.* The sources emphasize that the case highlights how society can easily discard certain lives and how systemic biases can allow predators to flourish. The fate of the other missing women casts a long shadow, leaving open the possibility of more victims or a broader criminal operation.In summary, the West Mesa Bone Collector case is a horrific unsolved serial killing involving marginalized women in Albuquerque, uncovered accidentally years after the fact. The investigation was significantly hampered by delays and lack of evidence, exacerbated by initial police failures to take missing persons reports seriously and societal indifference. While suspects like Lorenzo Montoya and Joseph Blea have been investigated, no one has been definitively linked or charged with the West Mesa murders, leaving families without closure and raising concerns about other potentially connected missing women. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Tonight on Guilty As F**k, we claw our way through the depraved details of the 1932 Atlas Vampire murder of Lilly Lindeström, a case so bafflingly bizarre it makes IKEA instructions look like a choose-your-own-adventure novel. We're ripping open the guts of Stockholm's most infamous unsolved mystery to expose the ugly truth: that sometimes, justice isn't blind, it's just monumentally incompetent, especially when forensics were basically witchcraft and victims were written off by society. You can leave a bloody ladle, a used condom, and a body drained of blood in a tidier scene than your grandma's kitchen, and if the cops are s**t and the tech sucks, you can still get away with murder. He killed her, drained her, left his jizz, and then tidied up like Martha Stewart after a coke bender. This is the true story of a murdered woman, a city in a panic, and the most baffling kitchen utensil in criminal history, where the monster might have been less 'vampire' and more 'just some fucked-up dude who got lucky'.🩸🚨 TRUE CRIME PODCAST ALERT! 🚨🩸 Get ready for a savage deep dive into the unsolved murder that shocked 1930s Stockholm! We're talking Atlas Vampire, Lilly Lindeström, drained body, bloody gravy ladle, folded clothes, used condom left as a souvenir (ew). Was it a serial killer? A kinky client? A dirty cop cover-up? Or just a random lunatic who stumbled into a forensic science disaster? We're dragging the Stockholm police's failures and ninety years of WTF theories into the light. Hear about Minnie Jansson, the neighbor who found the scene, the overlooked ex-husband theory, and the confusing museum exhibit (axe? ladle? condom wrappers?). This episode is a genre-destroying rant about how a brutal killing became a viral legend because of sheer, baffling weirdness and epic police incompetence. #TrueCrime #UnsolvedMystery #AtlasVampire #MurderPodcast #ColdCase #ForensicFail #Stockholm #LadleLife #WTF #GuiltyAsFuck. Download now before the algorithm finds our internet search history! 🔪🛏️🥄🩸👖🧼📞😵‍💫 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Buckle up, motherfuckers. We're talking about the house where a spoiled shithead butchered his family, and then some other a******s claimed a pig demon lived there. The Amityville Massacre and The Amityville Horror Hoax. This brutal, real, horrifying story teaches us that greed and b******t are often scarier than fake ghosts. The only thing oozing more than the green slime was the sweet stench of a cash grab. It's the story of a mass murderer, the suburban house he defiled, and the grifters who turned a family tragedy into a paranormal empire of lies and cheap movies. Listen up, you sickos. Ever heard of Amityville? Yeah, the famous haunted house one 🏠👻. Forget the b******t movie posters, this true crime podcast episode drags the real story into the light. It starts with Butch DeFeo 🔪👨‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, a drug-addled piece of work from a fucked-up suburban family (mob ties?! 🕵️‍♂️) who decided to murder his entire family in their beds 🛏️💥. Six bodies, face down, and somehow ZERO neighbors heard a high-powered rifle go off?! 🤔WTF crime scene mysteries abound. Fast forward a year: the Lutzes buy the joint for a song because, well, mass murder. Then, SURPRISE! Twenty-eight days of alleged paranormal chaos – green slime oozing, pig demons named Jodie 🐷👹, levitating spouses, and George Lutz waking up at the exact murder hour of 3:15 AM. Sounds spooky, right? WRONG. Their own goddamn lawyer, William Weber 👨‍⚖️, spilled the tea (or should we say, wine 🍷) that the whole haunting story was a hoax they made up. Lawsuits flew faster than ghosts through walls. Turns out there was no snow for those 'demon hoofprints' 🐾🌨️🚫, the next owners saw JACK S**T, and the house was totally fine. Even the priest involved denied the whole thing! ⛪️🤥. Was the stepson right? Was it George Lutz dabbling in the occult for cash?! 💰🔮. We dissect the famous murder trial of Butch, the crime scene unsolved mysteries, the paranormal hoax, the Warrens' questionable involvement, and why this suburban slaughterhouse became a viral true crime myth factory that still spawns trash movies 🎬💩. This isn't just a haunted house story; it's a masterclass in exploiting tragedy for fame and fortune. Get GAF'd. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Welcome back to the cesspool, you degenerates! Tonight, we're scraping the bottom of the barrel with a tailored suit-wearing slimeball who thought he could just dissolve his problems (and his victims) away. Prepare yourselves for John George Haigh, the original Acid Bath Murderer, who wasn't just a killer, he was a walking, talking, legally illiterate idiot.The Case? John George Haigh, the "Acid Bath Murderer", aka the "Vampire Killer" (allegedly, total b******t we'll get into), and the Sludge King of Kensington. This is the story of a narcissistic con artist fueled by pure, unadulterated greed who swapped forging signatures for dissolving bodies, only to be undone by some things that just wouldn't f*****g melt.The brutal, real, horrifying lesson we're dragging into the daylight today? Charisma is a weapon, unchecked entitlement is a disease, and believing your own stupid b******t will get you hanged. Haigh charmed his way into people's lives before bludgeoning or shooting them and dunking their corpses in sulphuric acid. He was convinced if there was no body ("corpus delicti," he helpfully mispronounced), there could be no murder conviction. His fellow inmates apparently laughed at this legal theory. He graduated from stealing cash boxes and forging documents to systematically liquidating entire families and their assets for profit. He literally saw people as walking bank accounts ripe for dissolution. He didn't just kill; he erased, forged, and gambled away his blood money. And the sick kicker? He'd grab a cup of tea and a fried egg while his victims turned to goo. This wasn't rage; it was cold, calculated, psychopathic business. His downfall was a masterclass in criminal incompetence.Turns out, some s**t just doesn't f*****g dissolve, you depraved dipshit.This is the story of a Savile Row-suited psychopath who thought a high school Latin misunderstanding was a foolproof murder plan.Alright, settle in, you sick f***s, for a deep dive into the John George Haigh true crime saga! 🩸 This isn't your grandma's cozy mystery podcast, this is a serial killer deep dive into the famous murder trial of the Acid Bath Murderer. Explore the depraved mind of a narcissistic conman who escalated from forging signatures to melting people in sulphuric acid. Hear about his bonkers corpus delicti delusion, his strict Plymouth Brethren upbringing, the wartime chaos he exploited, and how he killed the McSwans and the Hendersons before meeting his final victim, Olive Durand-Deacon, at a fancy hotel. We're talking stolen guns, fake inventions, pawning jewels before the victim is even reported missing, and dumping human sludge onto a rubble pile because his murder workshop didn't have a drain. Find out how forensic science and a sharp police sergeant's intuition nailed his ass, thanks to 28 pounds of human fat, a part of a foot, goddamn gallstones, and ACRYLIC DENTURES that acid could not dissolve! Relive his insane "vampire" claims during the trial and how the tabloids had a field day. This is a look at greed, delusion, and the utter failure of believing no body means unsolved mystery... when clearly, it doesn't. Haigh's story is a wild ride through post-war British crime, blending horrific violence with mind-boggling stupidity. Get ready for savage insights and laugh-out-loud depravity drawn straight from the sources. This is Guilty As F**k, and John George Haigh? He was GUILTY AS F**K. 💀🔥🦷💰 #TrueCrime #Podcast #AcidBathMurderer #JohnGeorgeHaigh #SerialKiller #CorpusDelicti #CrimeHistory #Murder #Forensics #GuiltyAsFuck #ColdCase (Sort Of) #CantMeltThis #DumbCriminal #TrialOfTheCentury #BritishCrime #WTF #TrueCrimeCommunity #PodcastLife #MustListen #Creepy #Horror #Savage This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

Buckle the f**k up, buttercups, because tonight we're diving headfirst into the blood-soaked, brain-splattered nightmare fuel that is the Villisca Axe Murders. Villisca, Iowa, 1912. A quaint little s**t-stain on the map where God-fearing folks tucked themselves in, prayed to Jesus, and then one night, someone decided to redecorate the Moore family home in a lovely shade of "Skull Fragment Red" using the blunt end of Josiah's own axe. Eight people—an entire family plus two neighbor kids—turned into f*****g hamburger helper. This century-old clusterfuck screams one brutal truth: sometimes the real monster isn't some master criminal, but the rot simmering in small-town secrets, the stunning incompetence of the people sworn to protect you, and the sheer, terrifying randomness of getting your skull split while you sleep. Turns out the only thing more disturbing than finding eight people axe-murdered is discovering the killer left behind a goddamn slab of breakfast meat next to the weapon. A century-old unsolved axe massacre in rural Iowa exposes small-town rot, police incompetence, and leaves behind a legacy of blood, bacon, and haunted houses.GET READY TO RAGE 🤬 with the GUILTY AS F**K true crime podcast as we chainsaw through the infamous VILLISCA AXE MURDERS 🪓🌽👻🔥. This unsolved mystery is a goddamn masterclass in how to ROYALLY F**K UP a crime scene. We're talking the WHOLE town trampling through before anyone locked it down! Like, seriously, WTF?! Was it the pissed-off politician FRANK JONES and his business beef with Josiah Moore?. The sketchy alleged HITMAN "BLACKIE" MANSFIELD linked to OTHER axe murders?!. Or maybe the BATSHIT CRAZY Reverend GEORGE KELLY who confessed then UN-CONFESSED after God allegedly told him to "slay utterly"? Dude also had a history of being a creepy peeping tom, because of course he did. We dissect the suspects 🕵️‍♂️, the botched investigation 🚨👎, the weirdest damn clues ever left behind like a bowl of BLOODY WATER, covered mirrors, the lamps at the foot of the beds, the killer locking the doors on the way out, and the absolute enigma of the two-pound SLAB OF BACON. Bacon just confuses everyone!. We cover the BLOODHOUND FAIL, the town's festering paranoia, and how this famous murder became a haunted tourist trap where people pay $400+ to sleep in the room where it happened – Capitalism, ho!. It's pure nightmare fuel that proves some mysteries are built on blood, incompetence, bacon, and the enduring power of leaving everyone hanging for over a century. #TrueCrimePodcast #UnsolvedMystery #VilliscaAxeMurders #HauntedHouse #SerialKiller #CrimeSceneFail #WTF #BaconMystery #ReverendKelly #FrankJones #BlackieMansfield #GAFpodcast #StayGuiltyFuckers 🩸🤮🤯🕵️‍♀️🔪🏚️🐷 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com

This ain't no teatime history, this is Whitechapel's raw, uncut scream – a place so goddamn bleak, the killer was just another symptom.We're diving headfirst into the grimy, blood-soaked alleyways of 1888 London for the OG celebrity slasher: JACK THE F*****G RIPPER.And the brutal, horrifying lesson ripped from the guts of this case? Society is the real accomplice when it treats human lives like disposable garbage long before the killer shows up. Plus, the cops can be monumentally stupid, journalists are often trash who invent s**t for clicks, and sometimes, the monster just... vanishes. Like a fart in the wind, but covered in blood.London didn't just ignore the screams from the East End; it waited until the organs started showing up on the goddamn bedside table.Five women carved up, the police tripping over their own dickbags, and a killer who became history's first true crime celebrity – in a city built on hypocrisy and fog.You think your cold case is fucked up? 🤯 Think again. This true crime podcast plunges you into the unsolved mystery that invented the whole damn genre: Jack the Ripper. 🔪 We're doing a savage serial killer deep dive into the famous murders of the Canonical Five – Polly, Annie, Liz, Kate, and Mary Jane – butchered in the cesspool of Victorian London's Whitechapel. Get ready for the grisly details: throats slashed ear-to-ear, abdomen's ripped open, organs GONE (uterus, kidneys, even a goddamn HEART missing!), and police screw-ups so epic they should be in a museum of incompetence. We're talking jurisdictional pissing contests, potential evidence washed off walls ("The Juwes are..." graffiti, GONE!), hoax Ripper letters that probably gave the killer his name, and suspects ranging from mad hairdressers (Kosminski? 🕵️‍♂️ DNA link debunked?) to suicidal lawyers (Druitt? 🤔 Timing suspicious) to wife-poisoners (Chapman? 🤢 M.O. switch weird AF). Witness accounts? More useless than a screen door on a submarine in that fog. Media sensationalism turned this monster into a goddamn brand. Was it the fake witness Hutchinson? Was it just... society? We're scraping the barrel of historical trauma for the dirtiest unsolved mystery on record. This ain't theories, this is the raw, bloody truth. Get ready to get Guilty As F**k. 🩸💰📰❓ #JackTheRipper #TrueCrimePodcast #UnsolvedMystery #SerialKiller #Whitechapel #VictorianCrime #PoliceFail #MediaHype #MurderHistory #CanonicalFive #Ripperology #ColdCase This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit guiltyaf.substack.com