Haunted and Homicidal

From Hysterical Women to Howling Skin Walkers

This week, we take a delightfully unhinged trip to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum — where the admission criteria seem to have been written by Gaston LeGume himself. Because honestly, who needs a woman that reads books? Next thing you know, she’s thinking… and we can’t have that, now can we? Insert aggressive 1800s misogyny and fainting couch noises here.
But wait — it gets spookier. We’re diving deep into the Navajo legend of the Skin Walkers, not the watered-down, white-washed “Western movie villain” version, but the real shapeshifting nightmares from the old stories. And somehow, we still managed to tie this back to pop culture chaos: remember Sam and his brother from True Blood? Yeah, the ones turning into birds and dogs to dodge robbery charges. Add in Klaus Mikaelson (the second hottest brother, sorry not sorry — Elijah still reigns supreme) and that beautiful little detail that white ash kills both vampires and Skin Walkers. Coincidence? We think not.
And because no recording is complete without chaos, Muffin the cat makes his grand debut as a screaming background vocalist. He’s needy, he’s loud, and he’s absolutely certain the podcast cannot exist without his input.
Grab your sage, your headphones, and maybe a can of Fancy Feast for Muffin — it’s time to get Haunted and Homicidal.

The Green River Killer: Part 2 — How the Hell Was He Free This Long?

Trigger Warning:This episode contains an Olympic-level amount of “fucks.” They fly freely, passionately, and with purpose. If you’re keeping a tally, good luck—Courtney lost count 20 minutes in, and Lauren gave up somewhere around the 37th “fuck” when the rage hit full tilt.
In the shocking conclusion of our two-part Green River Killer deep dive, we pick up where we left off—continuing through the final list of Gary Ridgway’s 49 confirmed victims. As we read their names and stories, we’re hit—again and again—with the staggering reality of just how many women were lost and how tragically preventable many of these murders could have been.
This episode was a ride to record—technical chaos, emotional exhaustion, and a level of frustration that could melt microphones. We vent (loudly) about the complete lack of urgency from law enforcement at the time, despite consistent patterns, known dumping grounds, and a clear MO that practically screamed “Hey, it’s the same damn guy!” The level of systemic failure in this case is nothing short of infuriating.
We then dive into Ridgway’s long-overdue arrest, confession, and sentencing, unpacking how this self-proclaimed “family man” evaded justice for decades while living a double life as one of the most prolific murderers in U.S. history. And make no mistake—we do not hold back. We say it plain and simple:Gary Leon Ridgway does not deserve to breathe the same air as anyone else. He doesn’t deserve three hots and a cot on the taxpayer’s dime. He deserves exactly what he gave—emptiness, isolation, and the dark silence he forced upon his victims.
By the end of this episode, we’re left completely flabbergasted, emotionally drained, and overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the horror this man unleashed. It’s a tough one—but one that demands to be told, remembered, and felt.
Stay Spooky & Saged (and maybe pour yourself something strong for this one).

Pennhurst, Pizza, and the Goat-Sucker Supreme

This week your favorite spooky duo went full Pennhurst Sanitorium mode — yes, the one crawling with ghosts, creaks, and vibes so cursed that even our microphones tried to quit halfway through. Then we slide (chaotically, like we always do) straight into the desert hunting for the Chupacabra, aka the cryptid that looks like it got designed by a bored middle-schooler during detention and somehow got its own Netflix doc treatment.
But don’t worry, we keep it classy — because while we’re talking about goat-suckers and haunted hospitals, we’re also drooling over the thought of BBQ pork ribs for dinner. And pizza. And breadsticks. (Yes, we’re recording while staring at the oven timer like gremlins — send help.)
Naturally, Lauren spirals into a full-blown obsession monologue about American Horror Story and, more importantly, Peter Evans — because apparently no ghost or cryptid can compete with those cheekbones. Peter Evans Could Haunt Me and I’d Say Thank You.
Courtney’s just here trying to keep the episode on track (spoiler: she fails).
Meanwhile, the real star of the show? Mischa. She blesses us with ASMR breadstick crunches and approximately forty-seven Roo Roo’s that may or may not have summoned an actual ghost from Pennhurst.
So buckle up — haunted hospitals, blood-sucking cryptids, and breadsticks. It’s Haunted & Homicidal chaos at its finest.

The Green River Killer: Part 1 — “It’s Always the Quiet Ones (and the Subway Cookies)”

Trigger Warning:This episode contains a disturbing amount of “fucks.” Like, genuinely—so many that even Gary Ridgway might’ve blushed (and that’s saying something). Proceed with snacks, caffeine, and perhaps a sage bundle.
Episode Description:In Part One of our deep dive into one of America’s most prolific serial killers, we unravel the twisted origins of Gary Leon Ridgway—the man who smiled through sermons, cried during Bible readings, and somehow thought murder was part of his life plan. From his warped childhood in Salt Lake City to his early days in Washington State, we unpack every red flag this guy waved like it was a personal hobby.
We then begin our heartbreaking journey through the lives of the first 25 of his 49 confirmed victims—women and girls who deserved far better than to become headlines in one of the darkest chapters in true crime history. Expect grim facts, emotional whiplash, and our trademark “coping-through-chaos” commentary.
And somewhere in between all that darkness, we decide to take a Subway break because true crime is hungry work. 
Join us for part one of The Green River Killer series—it’s heavy, it’s unhinged, it’s heartfelt, and it’s so Haunted & Homicidal.

Of Gables, Goblins, and Gothic Markets

Grab your sage bundles and your emotional-support breadsticks, because this week, chaos takes a colonial turn! 🏚️
Lauren and Courtney dive headfirst into The House of the Seven Gables — that haunted slice of Salem history dripping with Gothic guilt, family curses, and some good ol’ witch trial trauma. We unpack the dark history of the Turner family, the lingering energy of wrongful accusations, and how Nathaniel Hawthorne basically said, “Let’s trauma dump… but make it literary.”
Then things get weirder (obviously) as we introduce the Pukwudgies — tiny woodland tricksters who honestly just wanted to find love but got absolutely annihilated by the giant Maushop. Like, imagine writing a breakup song so tragic it becomes mythology. RIP to the short kings of the spirit world.
Meanwhile, Mischa is in her Sad Girl Era™ — in heat, diapered, and giving off major “don’t talk to me unless you have treats” energy. And Lauren? She’s battling for her life against humidity and existential dread while trying to style her newly shoulder-length hair for the Grimoire Academy Gothic Market in New Orleans. Spoiler: it’s giving “troll under the cobblestone bridge,” not “ethereal witch of the bayou.”
Join us for witchy chaos, tragic cryptids, and a lot of emotional unraveling (mostly over hair and diapers). Stay spooky. Stay saged. And please send dry shampoo and prayers. 💀✨

Walter, Walker, Whatever: Murder & Mayhem

This week we’re diving headfirst into some truly sinister history:
🔪 First up is Serial Killer Gary Alan Walker—a man who made small-town horror a living reality. The details are grisly, the psychology is twisted, and yes…we dragged y’all into the deep end with us. (Also, Lauren keeps calling him Walter because apparently reading is hard, and we’re just rolling with it at this point.)
☠️ Then we jump to the story of Mary Creighton, whose preferred hobby wasn’t knitting or gardening…it was poison. Let’s just say she was the worst dinner host of all time.
And because chaos follows us like a cursed spirit, Lauren’s truck-driver husband makes a surprise cameo. What starts as playful bickering with Courtney turns into pure sitcom-level banter—you can practically feel the love (and the side-eye) through your speakers.
🎙️ Oh, and the demon static is back. Again. We still don’t know why. We still don’t know how. We’ve saged, we’ve begged, we’ve pleaded—and yet the haunted crackle returns to claim its spot like an unpaid intern that never leaves.
Come for the murders. Stay for the poison. Endure the static. And witness Courtney and Lauren’s husband squabble like it’s an Olympic sport.
Stay spooky and saged, friends.

Ghosts, Ghouls, and What-the-Hellery

Pack your sage, prepare your best “WTF” face (Lauren’s already making hers), and settle in because this week’s stories are a ride:
Waverly Sanitorium – Kentucky’s creepiest TB hospital, where patients “relaxed” in lung chairs (Courtney can't spell, but what else is new?). Picture rows of bundled patients breathing in “fresh air,” while the halls filled with shadow people, disembodied voices, and Timmy the eternal ball-playing ghost. Add in the infamous death tunnel (aka paranormal Slip ’N Slide) and Lauren’s uncontrolled facial expressions—which range from “ew” to “I’m filing a restraining order on this building.”
The Awful of Vermont The Awful is described as a griffin-like terror with massive talons and feet that could squash you like a can of LaCroix. Locals say it flaps through the forests like a nightmare bird straight out of an acid trip, shrieking like a banshee at open-mic night. It’s avian, it’s monstrous, and it definitely doesn’t care about your campsite s’mores. It just wants to stare at you, while perched above you. All day. ALL. DAY.
✨ Stay spooky and saged, ya'll. 

Explosions, Holy Murder, and Zero Chill

Strap in, because this week we’re dragging you through the shadowy rabbit holes of Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber—the hermit-genius who waged war on modern society with handcrafted bombs—and Thomas Piper, Boston’s “Holy Horror” sexton whose pious exterior hid a murderous streak.
As we peel back layers of paranoia, violence, and hypocrisy, Lauren confesses her absolute terror of tunnels (she literally goes blue holding her breath until daylight reappears), while Mischa delivers her unhinged hot takes by obliterating a squeaky toy mid-recording like it’s her own personal manifesto. Chaos, crime, and zero chill await.

Winchester Walls, Mermaid Calls & Roo Roo Pre-Birthday Brawls

We ease in with Mischa’s ASMR whispers, because nothing sets the mood like a soothing voice before the inevitable Roo Roo chaos kicks down the door.
First up: the Winchester Mystery House—the mansion of endless staircases, doors to nowhere, and vibes that scream, “you’re probably lost forever.” We unpack the legend, the ghosts and debate whether or not it should be "groaning in pain" or "moaning in pain"... Lauren is on #teamgroan. Courtney doesn't care.
Next: Mermaids. Not the singing, bubbly kind—these are the eerie, folklore-drenched, drag-you-under-the-water kind. We wade into the myths, the legends, and that famous Hawaii mermaid photo that, let’s be real, looks a whole lot like somebody duct-taped themselves into a homemade fishtail.
Meanwhile, we’re pre-celebrating Courtney’s birthday the only way we know how—with VERY questionable snacks (it absolutely is a NO for Lauren), cursed architecture, and a whole chorus of Roo Roos that double as her unofficial early birthday anthem.
Also—we don’t speak German. Sorry about it.

Stephen Richards & Joseph Duncan: Evil That Broke Us

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This episode contains graphic discussions of extreme violence, child abuse, sexual assault, and murder. Listener discretion is not just advised—it is absolutely necessary. Please take care of yourselves before deciding to listen.
This week, we dive headfirst into the dark, gut-wrenching cases of two absolute monsters: Stephen Richards, one of the earliest recorded serial killers in American history, and the disgusting, irredeemable, complete piece of shit Joseph Duncan, whose crimes left us broken in ways we didn’t even expect.
We pride ourselves on balancing spooky chaos with true crime storytelling, but this episode… whew. Joseph Duncan shattered us. You’ll hear it—we couldn’t stop crying, and we deeply apologize for the sniffles throughout the second half of the episode. It was raw, it was real, and it reminded us just how heavy this work can get.
Of course, we still manage to keep things somewhat on brand—with our usual tangents, gallows humor, and the occasional ridiculous side track to breathe through the darkness.
So grab your sage, your tissues, and maybe a stress snack or two. This episode is messy, heartbreaking, and heavy as hell—but it’s also one of the most honest conversations we’ve ever had on the podcast.
✨ Stay spooky and saged. And hug your loved ones a little tighter after this one.