Buckle up, grab your EMF detectors, and maybe light a protection candle—because this week’s episode is an absolute paranormal fever dream.

We kick things off by unleashing the Ghost Tube app, which immediately chooses violence and becomes an uninvited fourth co-host. The app is popping OFF the entire episode, dropping words at the worst possible times and providing elite comedic timing that has us questioning reality, ghosts, and our life choices. The commentary? Unhinged. The vibes? Immaculately cursed.

From there, we head straight into La Noria Ghost Town, where the abandoned buildings aren’t even the creepiest part—because yes, there are open graves, and no, we are not okay about it. It’s giving desolation, forgotten souls, and “absolutely not staying here after dark.”

Then we dive headfirst into the Smurl Family Hauntings, one of the most notorious and controversial paranormal cases out there. We break down the alleged demonic activity, the media circus, and of course the involvement of the Warrens… and y’all already know how we feel about that. Side-eye, skepticism, and chaos ensue.

Oh—and yes, this episode is a day late because Lauren’s entire house is fully plagued with the flu, and she simply did not have it in her to create additional chaos on top of the biological warfare already happening at home. We’re calling it self-care.

Expect ghost app shenanigans, sarcastic commentary, paranormal panic, and us spiraling in real time. Is it haunted? Is it coincidence? Is Ghost Tube just trolling us? Who’s to say.

Listen at your own risk—this episode is loud, cursed, slightly delayed, and aggressively on brand. 👻🕯️🔥

This episode opens exactly how God and the algorithm intended: Mischa ASMR. Crunching. Sipping. Questionable mouth noises. Instant regret. You’re welcome.

From there, we do what we do best—skip the warm-up entirely and dive headfirst into absolute nightmare fuel. First up: the Jaycee Dugard case, a story so horrifying it will make you stare into the middle distance and reconsider humanity as a concept. We talk long-term captivity, systemic failures, survival, resilience, and how so many people missed what was right in front of them (spoiler alert: it’s enraging).

Just when your soul is sufficiently damaged, we pivot straight into the Lindbergh baby kidnapping, because nothing says emotional balance like following modern horror with one of the most infamous crimes in American history. A case packed with media frenzy, sketchy evidence, questionable investigations, wild theories, and a trial that still makes people argue nearly a century later.

There is no emotional buffer, minimal structure, and absolutely no promise of sanity. Expect side tangents, dark humor coping mechanisms, audible chewing, and the creeping realization that this episode might ruin your entire day—but in a fun way.

Listener discretion is advised. Headphones are not. Welcome to chaos. 🖤

🎉 EPISODE 50. FIFTY. FIVE-ZERO. 🎉 And did we celebrate like responsible adults with a well-planned, professional recording? Absolutely not.

To mark our 50th episode, we cracked open the wine, summoned fried sushi tacos (yes, fried, yes, sushi, yes, tacos, no we will not explain), and added cake to the mix because chaos thrives on sugar. We monch and cronch for the ENTIRE episode—headphones beware, Mischa’s elite cronchy ASMR is in full force. This episode was recorded way too late at night, powered by sleep deprivation, poor choices, and vibes alone.

We still don’t have our shit together (✨tradition✨), the wine is hitting, and this episode spirals into maximum feral energy. After recording, we will be riding our broomsticks to a very secret meeting that we legally cannot confirm or deny.

Sorry. Not sorry. 🍷🧹

• Listener Request (thanks, Amber!): The Island of the Dolls — a cursed nightmare island filled with creepy-ass hanging dolls that immediately makes Lauren want to quit the podcast… again.

• The Salem Witch Trials — a grim reminder that they weren’t hunting witches, they were executing women, and the rage is very real.

This episode is loud. It’s chaotic. It’s crunchy. It’s unhinged. And honestly? It’s exactly what a 50th episode deserves.

Congrats to us. Send help. 🍰🍷🖤

This week’s episode is brought to you by sickness, sleep deprivation, fried food, demonic interference, unexpected ASMR, and crimes that will absolutely ruin your vibe.

Courtney is still sick and hanging on by a thread, Lauren has officially unlocked a new life skill and can now make sushi tacos (growth), and at one point Courtney threatens to beat Lauren’s children because they are being inexplicably loud and have chosen violence against everyone’s sanity.

Mischa is operating on fumes after staying up way too late and missing out on her sacred beauty sleep. She is being held together by Slim Chickens french fries and imitation crab sticks, which honestly feels very on brand for us at this point. This exhaustion also results in accidental Mischa ASMR, because apparently whispering into the mic was the only energy level available.

As if that wasn’t enough, the demon static is back. Yes, that static. It returns once again to remind us that peace is temporary, our equipment is probably haunted, and we are simply guests in whatever cursed energy surrounds this podcast. Apologies in advance.

Once we manage to get it together (barely), we dive into this week’s murder cases: • The Sunset Strip Killers, a dark and disturbing look into Hollywood’s seedy underbelly • The Delphi Murders, a case that continues to haunt, frustrate, and devastate

It’s chaotic, it’s unhinged, it’s slightly threatening, it’s whispery, it’s possibly possessed, and somehow… we are almost to our 50th episode. Time is fake, vibes are questionable, and we truly cannot believe you’ve stuck around this long.

Press play. We’re spiraling, but make it podcast. 🎙️😌

WARNING UP FRONT: The demon static makes an uninvited comeback near the end of this episode. We don’t know why. We don’t know how. We are sorry in advance. Sorry ’bout it.

Today we are ✨international✨, which means we’re talking with our hands and mispronouncing Italian words with confidence. We head to Poveglia Island, Italy’s most haunted little island of Nope, where plague victims were dumped en masse, the ground is basically made of human remains, and a wildly unethical doctor allegedly lost his mind before launching himself off a bell tower. Fishermen won’t go near it. Tourists aren’t allowed on it. Bells ring with no bell. Italy said “absolutely not” and locked it up forever. 🤌

MID-EPISODE CHAOS: Everything stops because Mischa is cold and aggressively demands her blanket like the tiny overlord she is. Ghosts? Can wait. Swamp monster? Can wait. Mischa? Cannot.

Then we dive into the Louisiana bayou for the Honey Island Swamp Monster—seven feet tall, red glowing eyes, covered in hair, smells like hot garbage, and leaves behind massive three-toed footprints. Sightings go back decades, animals have been found brutally mauled, and law enforcement has actually investigated. Is it Bigfoot’s swamp cousin? A feral human? A government oopsie? Whatever it is, if you hear something big moving toward you in the marsh… you’re already in trouble.

This episode includes plague ghosts, cursed islands, feral doctors, swamp cryptids, emergency blanket retrievals, and possessed audio. You’re technically Italian now. 🤌

We kick things off exactly how you’d expect after 40-something episodes: nothing works. Mics are mad. The internet is offended. You’d think we’d have this figured out by now, but that would require growth—and we don’t do that here. Mischa is aggressively itchy for reasons science cannot explain, and Courtney is slowly but surely losing her last remaining marble about it.

Once the gremlins are temporarily appeased, we dive headfirst into two absolutely horrifying cases: the murder of Cassie Jo Stoddart and the still-unresolved, nightmare fuel disappearance and murder of Dorothy Jane Scott. Teenagers playing psychopath, anonymous phone calls, stalking, fear, and the kind of evil that lingers long after the story ends—this episode is DARK dark.

So yeah, laugh with us, scream internally with us, and then take this as your sign to always protect yourself. Canned corn. Wasp spray. Pew-pews. Whatever keeps you alive and un-murdered. Be weird. Be alert. Trust your gut.

As always: chaos first, trauma second, justice always. 🎤🔪

Today we attempt to discuss Castle Bran and the Loch Ness Monster, two Scottish legends that absolutely did not consent to this episode. But before we get anywhere near ancient stone walls or mysterious lake creatures, Courtney commits a culinary crime/genius move by making a sushi sandwich, and Lauren’s stomach begins eating itself from the inside out because she has once again forgotten to consume food like a functioning human.

Because these stories are not American (and even if they were, let’s be honest), we spend a truly impressive amount of time aggressively mispronouncing words. In our defense, we barely speak the one language we do know, so expecting us to handle Scottish names was wildly optimistic.

Midway through the episode, Mischa decides she has opinions and will be sharing them immediately and without warning, derailing the entire operation as intended.

So join us for castles, cryptids, hunger-induced delirium, unsolicited commentary, and an episode that slowly dissolves into nonsense—much like the Loch Ness Monster whenever a camera appears. 🐉

Before we even get into the horrors of humanity, Lauren finally got her mince meat tarts from her grandmother for Christmas. Yes, she is living her best holiday fantasy, and yes, we are jealous. Naturally, we have a tiny obligatory ASMR session with Mischa, featuring some pretzel slims because nothing says chaotic true crime podcast like crunchy snack noises.

Once we’ve digested the pastries (and the pretzels), we spiral into pure madness: first up, the “kidnapping” of Sherri Papini — a case so wild, so baffling, and so full of plot holes that it could have been written by a very drunk soap opera writer. We break down the lies, the claims, the theories, and the collective eye-rolls of America.

Then, because we love to crash headfirst into heartbreak, we cover the tragic story of Laci Peterson. The details are gut-wrenching, the twists are haunting, and the way the world reacted…well, let’s just say it makes you rethink humanity while clutching your mince meat tart for comfort.

So grab a snack, ignore your responsibilities, and buckle in for a mix of cookies, crunches, chaos, and cold hard truths. We’re unwrapping these cases like they’re poorly wrapped Christmas presents full of nightmares.

Snack. Shriek. Spiral. Repeat. 🎧🔥🖤