Haunted and Homicidal

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.

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.