Haunted and Homicidal

Jerry Brudos Part 1: Please Ignore Everything Happening Here

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

Haunted Frequencies & Alabama Mysteries

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

Serial Killers, Snack Thieves, and a Husband Who Thinks He’s Funny

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

Ghosts of Thanksgiving Past (and Mischa’s Noisy Present)

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

Thanks(killing): Butt Scratches & Murder Mysteries

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

No Goats, Just Ghosts and a Frog Wizard

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

Code Blue! Code WTF? Killer Nurses: Do No Harm…ish

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

The Myrtles Plantation & The MoMo Meltdown

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

Murder, Gaslighting, and a HUGE side of incompetence

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

Lizzie Borden Took an Axe... and Slender Man Took Our Sanity

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