Haunted and Homicidal

Murder Houses, Cryptid Cousins, and Static That Won’t Pay Rent

This week we’re diving headfirst into double the creepy, double the chaos. First up: the infamous Boise Murder House—a place where the wallpaper probably peels itself off in protest and the ghosts are definitely rolling their eyes at us for laughing too hard. Then we wander (ill-advisedly) into the woods to talk about the Woods Devil, a cryptid that’s basically Bigfoot’s awkward, skinnier, tree-hugging cousin.
And speaking of Bigfoot, we couldn’t resist pulling in that classic Mitch Hedberg gem:
“Maybe Bigfoot is just blurry. That’s the problem. It’s not the photographer’s fault. Bigfoot is blurry.”
Like… yes, Mitch, yes. That’s exactly the energy of this episode.
⚡ Also, the demon static is BACK. For some f*cking reason. We’ve saged, we’ve yelled, we’ve ignored it, we’ve even offered it a snack, and still—it’s just here vibing with us like an unwanted third co-host. Enjoy the haunted ASMR, friends.

Unsolved Mysteries, Slay Queens, and Snack-Sized Dogs

🚨 This week, your favorite chaotic duo dives into the mystery and mayhem buffet 🍽️👻
First up: the unsolved disappearance of Maura Murray (spoiler alert: the mafia is definitely not involved, no matter how many conspiracy rabbit holes we fall down). Then we turn the spotlight on the absolute legend that is Helen Spence—who, in our humble but loud opinion, slayed justifiably. 💅🔪
Of course, things immediately spiral into nonsense tangents:
Lauren confesses that socks and closed-toe shoes are basically her personal hell because she can’t stand her toes touching (send help, or sandals). 👣😱
Courtney subjects herself to a green tea mango abomination from a local coffee shop, only to resurrect it with a peach mango water flavor packet—though it did mutate into a booger-like blob at the bottom of the cup thanks to the ice. Crisis averted? Maybe.
And because no episode is complete without our third co-host, Mischa blesses us with a full 2-minute ASMR cameo. Crunchy green beans were involved. Lauren’s generosity (offering her a microscopic .01 mm section) was not appreciated, judging by Mischa’s “are you kidding me right now?” side-eye. 🐾✨
It’s missing persons, justified slay queens, toe trauma, cursed beverages, and canine crunch—aka another perfectly unhinged week at Haunted & Homicidal.
🔮 Stay spooky & saged, friends.

The Demon House Disaster, Robert the Doll’s Rules, and Mischa’s Manicotti ASMR (By Popular Demand)

🎙️ This week we’re serving up equal parts cursed real estate, haunted dolls, and… manicotti.
First stop: the Demon House in Indiana—a place so terrifying it makes you reconsider every time you casually say “yeah sure, let’s go check out that abandoned house.” (Spoiler: don’t.)
Then we pack our bags for Key West to chat about Robert the Doll, the little man with the big bad vibes. Remember, you MUST mind your manners with Robert. Say “please.” Say “thank you.” Compliment his outfit. Do not clown him—unless you want him showing up in your nightmares with the audacity of a telemarketer at dinnertime.
Speaking of pasta: Courtney tries manicotti for the first time, Mischa graces us with her legendary ASMR (yes, we are talking noodle-based whispering), and then immediately begs for more throughout the entire episode like some kind of carb-obsessed poltergeist.
We also gush about the upcoming Grimoire Academy Gothic Market in New Orleans on October 18th, because nothing screams “fall vibes” quite like buying spooky trinkets, sipping coffee that tastes like grave dirt (in a good way), and pretending you live in a Tim Burton montage.
Basically, it’s chaos, carbs, and curses—as always.

Pazuzu part 2, Satanic Shenanigans & The Great Hand Towel Panic

We’re back with Part 2 of the Pazuzu Algarad deep dive, and things somehow get even wilder. This episode covers the unraveling of Pazuzu’s reign of chaos—his arrest, the disturbing aftermath, and what justice finally looked like. We also talk about the oddly festive vibe surrounding the demolition of his infamous house, complete with neighborhood picnics like it was a block party from hell.
And because it wouldn’t be Haunted and Homicidal without a little unhinged honesty, Lauren confesses her completely valid fear of hand towels. Yes, hand towels. And carpet....and bathmats. And cluttered counter space. They know what they did....and Lauren is extremely stressed about it.
True crime, weird vibes, and personal phobias—just another day on the pod.

Pazuzu’s a Dickbag, Ed & Lorraine are Still Full of Shit, and the Dybbuk Box is Basically a Lunchable

We’re still emotionally limping after dealing with dickbag extraordinaire Pazuzu Algarad (seriously, therapy bills incoming), but guess what? The chaos train does not stop. Next stop: The Conjuring House, where Ed and Lorraine Warren are—once again—out here doing the absolute MOST. Spoiler: their “help” might actually be the reason demons keep showing up like they’re clocking in for overtime.
Speaking of demons, apparently they love smacking humans around like rag dolls even in their dreams. That’s the common thread, folks. These demons are just out here throwing hands for sport....and we are here for it.
But wait—remember the infamous Dybbuk Box? Yeah, turns out Kevin Mannis (aka Captain Douche Canoe) just… made it all up. A hoax. A whole-ass lie. So here’s your friendly PSA from us to you: STOP. TOUCHING. SHIT. If you find a creepy old box, urn, or cursed tchotchke, maybe don’t buy it off eBay, don’t dig it up, don’t open it, and definitely don’t invite it into your house like it’s a damn Airbnb guest.
So grab your sage, your rosary, and maybe a helmet—because between Pazuzu, the Warrens, and lying douchebags on eBay, humanity is not winning this round.

Pazuzu, a case of ideas, and Klaus Mikaelson??

In this chaotic cocktail of true crime and tangents, Lauren and Courtney dive headfirst into the disturbing world of Pazuzu Algarad—the self-proclaimed Satanist whose house of horrors left North Carolina (and the internet) speechless. We break down his gruesome crimes, bizarre lifestyle, and the chilling details of his twisted following.
But because we can't help ourselves, we also somehow spiral into a conversation about the superior hybrid vibes of Klaus Mikaelson (yes, we’re still not over The Originals) and how Mississippi went from its first snowfall in decades to melting on the Gulf Coast like a popsicle in a Pentecostal sermon. Oh, and we smell a case of ideas....or whatever.
Come for the true crime, stay for the unhinged detours. It's dark, it's weird, and it's everything you didn't know you needed.

Bell Witch Shenanigans, Enfield Horror Madness, and Demon Static ASMR - sorry about it

Grab your sage, your salt, and maybe a bottle of DayQuil, because this week is feral. We’re spelunking straight into the Bell Witch Cave—where whispering spirits, poltergeist-level drama, and a ghost with main character energy decided to make Tennessee its stage. Then we’re taking a pit stop in Enfield, Illinois, where some poor guy ran into a creature that can only be described as “cryptid-meets-mutant-gremlin-on-bath-salts.” Yes, the Enfield Horror is as unhinged as it sounds.
Meanwhile, we’re still collectively confused about how demons actually enter your body. Is it through the mouth like some kind of satanic drive-thru? Do you need to be formally excommunicated first, like a Costco membership cancellation gone wrong? Or is there a secret third way that we just haven’t unlocked yet? (Stay tuned for when we find it accidentally.)
Courtney is still sick (girl is basically in her Victorian consumption era) but she’s showing up and showing out like a true plague-ridden rockstar. And just when you thought things couldn’t get spicier, our resident static demon makes a guest appearance about halfway through the episode—because apparently, we can’t record a single week without paranormal background noise deciding to collab with us.
So buckle up, babes. This one’s chaotic, creepy, and absolutely cursed in the best way.

Two Killers, One Spider Bite, Courtney’s Plague Era, and Zero Grip on Reality Because Bandaids Are Out to Kill Lauren Too

We kick things off with the bizarre case of Mary Cowan — a story so messy and surreal it feels like history accidentally tripped, faceplanted, and decided to stay there. Mary’s saga plays out like a fever dream of bad decisions, wild twists, and unsettling déjà vu that makes you wonder if the universe just hits copy-paste on terrible life choices.
Then we move on to Linda Hazzard — who wasn’t just eccentric; she was basically running the “Starve Yourself to Enlightenment (and Accidentally Die)” Spa Experience™. Linda’s whole vibe radiates Kuzco’s poison—sorry, potion—energy, the kind of chaotic villainy that really should come with its own Disney musical number.
Meanwhile, Lauren is spiraling about the spider bite on her leg, which she refuses to wrap like a Christmas ham because the sound of plastic wrap makes her want to yeet herself into the void. And because life is cruel, she’s apparently allergic to either bandaids or the adhesive on bandaids, meaning even her first-aid kit has turned against her.
And Courtney? She’s sick as hell with a cold but still powers through like the absolute rockstar she is — even if she does sound like she’s podcasting from the inside of a haunted crypt.
Between all that, we still find time for several unhinged tangents — because why just tell a story when you can derail into unsolicited food opinions, existential crises, and chaos no one asked for?
It’s true crime meets villain backstory meets two co-hosts slowly falling apart in real time — all marinated in that signature Haunted and Homicidal chaos that somehow makes the horrifying downright hilarious.
💀 Grab your sage, sip your potion (not poison), and come suffer laugh with us.

French Quarter Spirits (and the Kind You Drink), La Llorona’s Riverbank Drama, + One Missing Juggalo Queen

Pack your sage, your chicest black outfit, and maybe a snack (because ghost hunting can easily turn into beignet hunting) — we’re off to the most haunted corners of New Orleans. We gush about our love for the French Quarter — cobblestone streets, voodoo shops that smell like incense and secrets, the gothic beauty of the St. Louis cemeteries, and every witchy happening that makes us want to move in… even if the neighbors are dead.
Naturally, we can’t go to NOLA without diving into the twisted tale of Madame LaLaurie and her infamous mansion — the kind of place that makes even the bravest ghost go, “Yeah, I’m good.” Then, because our brains have no GPS, we swerve into the legend of La Llorona, the wailing woman whose “revenge” on her husband involved drowning her kids. We’re still screaming, “Girl… WHY?” because spite-parenting to the point of ghosthood is not the flex you think it is.
Somewhere in there, we take a Weird Al appreciation break for “My Bologna,” because clearly that belongs in this episode.
Oh, and speaking of left turns — remember that time I went to an ICP concert (questionable choice), got trashed, and suddenly became a drunk detective? A guy was frantically looking for “Crystal,” only identified by her rhinestone shoes. I stormed the bathroom on a rescue mission, determined to find her. I didn’t. She vanished into the night like a glitter-footed cryptid. To this day, I still wonder — is she okay? Did she find love? Did she join a rhinestone cult? Crystal, if you’re listening… call me.
It’s haunted history, folklore, bad singing, questionable logic, and the chaotic energy of two friends in a city where even the streetlights feel haunted.

Torsos, Tension, & the Crunch Heard 'Round the mic

Grab your sage, clutch your crystals, and prepare your eardrums — because this episode is a double scoop of unsolved madness that’s somehow spooky, unhinged, and snack-fueled all at once.
 
First, we dissect the Cleveland Torso Murders, committed by the Mad Butcher of Kingsbury Run (who we’re 1000% convinced was Sweeney — and honestly, we will die on that hill). Dismemberments, Depression-era detectives, and the wildest game of “guess the murderer” you’ve ever heard. Then we unravel the eerie mystery of the Edgecomb Killer — another unsolved case that’s as frustrating as it is terrifying.
 
And because it’s us, the episode also features a guest appearance by Mischa and her now-iconic ASMR moment — starring an unapologetically loud bag of veggie crisp greenbeans from DJ&A (not sponsored… but we would absolutely take a lifetime supply).
 
⚠️ Disclaimer: There’s some demonic static in this episode. We don’t know where it came from. We don’t know why it’s there. We tried yelling at it, we tried sage, we even tried pretending it was “aesthetic,” but it wouldn’t leave. We could have re-recorded, but we’re either too tired, too cursed, or just vibing with mediocrity this week. Thanks for loving us anyway.