In 1911, a family was slaughtered in their sleep in Lafayette, Louisiana. By 1912, a young woman named Clementine Barnabet had been branded the Voodoo Murderess — accused of killing at least fifteen people and a part of a blood stained cult called the Church of Sacrifice.

But separating fact from fiction is tricky. Was Clementine the OG serial killer or was she caught up in the South’s obsession with fear, faith, and a Black woman they needed to see as a monster?

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Love, money & murder — things that never mix well in Texas.

In 1987, Frances Newton’s quiet Houston home became the scene of unthinkable tragedy: her husband and two children murdered. The police called it diabolical. The press called it cold-blooded. And the state of Texas called for justice. A life for a life.

But was Frances really a calculating killer… or a woman caught telling the wrong story at the wrong time?

In this week’s Love Kills, I am spilling the tea on the case that made Frances Newton the first Black woman executed in Texas since the 1800s and how she went to the death chamber saying it wasn't her.

In 1978, the city of Columbus, Georgia was shooketh.

Headlines screamed about a serial killer targeting the elderbuns and all the while another monster was hiding in plain sight a melanated baddie with delusions of grandeur.

For months, our mayhem maker terrorized the city, murdering women near Fort Benning and sending letters to police pretending to be something he was not. His twisted deception played the city and the cops like a poker chip. Come take a ride with me as I break down the story of William Henry Hance and the Forces of Evil that never was.

Orlando in the 80s was all sunshine, theme parks, and vacation dreams… until it wasn’t. Tourists were flying in for fun in the sun, but someone waiting in the shadows turned paradise into panic. A teenage terrorist with a taste for mayhem was using a popular tourist strip as his personal hunting ground, and his crimes would leave Orlando shooketh.

This week, we head to the Sunshine State to unravel the story of Isaac Green that the travel brochures never mentioned.

Behind the doors of a quiet Houston home, David Conley turned a family’s love into a chamber of terror. What started as control and manipulation ended with eight lives stolen in cold blood — eight futures wiped out in one night of pure evil. They say home is where the heart is, but inside this little house, horror reigned supreme.

In this week’s Love Kills, your Favorite Country Girl breaks down the twisted tale of one of Texas’s darkest family massacres, as I introduce you to the monster who sent a family of eight to the Pearly Gates.

This week I am headed to Springfield, Massachusetts to bring you the story of a disgusting doped up demon that was disconnecting black women like he worked for the power company. Alfred Gaynor was not only chasing a fix — he was chasing victims. Women overlooked and under investigated by police, all raped and killed by a dope smoking killer who thought his crimes would disappear like the crack smoke.

You know how I bring it, and this story is a whole ass mess, so get comfortable and let's spill all this tea on Alfred's shenanigans.

This week, Noir Nation, we’re headed to Tampa, Florida, where the Seminole Heights neighborhood was under siege in late 2017. For 51 days, residents were shooketh because of a serial killer whose random, unprovoked attacks left four people dead and an entire community terrified. The man behind the violence? Someone no one ever would have thought could or would be behind it all- a young man named Howell Emanuel Donaldson III.

From the fear on the streets to the jailhouse drama, this case is a chilling reminder that sometimes the predator is the boy next door.

This week on Love Kills x Melanin Mayhem, we ain’t talking about some far-off case in another city—nah, this one hit me right in my backyard. I knew the people. I worked with them. And when the news broke, it shook me to my core.

What happens when a dusty, trifling DJ decides he’d rather destroy his wife rather than let go? What happens when the trigger man shows up not only at the crime scene, but later as a pallbearer for the very woman he helped put in the casket?

This isn’t just another story I researched. This is one I lived through. A wife, a mother, a colleague gone too soon because of the niggacity and evilness of two men who thought they were untouchable.

Today, I’m pulling back the curtain on the murder of Tiffany Jackson-Pugh—told through my point of view as someone who knew the players, felt the fallout, and still carries the rage. Buckle up, because this ain’t just true crime. This is personal.

Noir Nation have you ever seen somebody get caught with their hand in the cookie jar… then burn down the whole damn kitchen? This week’s Melanin Mayhem maker turned a petty hustle into pure carnage and went from “caught slipping” to “counting bodies” in minutes. This week we're going to Connecticut, and I've got a crazy story of how one man made the leap from misdemeanor theft to felony murder to busting hell wide open. I’ll walk you through how it all went down to become one of the worst workplace massacres you’ve probably never heard of committed by a melanated baddie named Omar Thornton.

In the winter of 1857, a Mississippi plantation dinner ended with more than just indigestion — we got a dead body, a master and mistress poisoned, and all fingers pointing to the cook.

Was she serving dinner with a side of revenge, or was she the perfect scapegoat in a house already boiling with jealousy, colorism, pettiness and lust?

This story has everything: a master who couldn’t keep out of his slaves’ beds, a mistress burning with rage, house slaves pitted against field slaves, and one pot of tea that changed everything. From whispered gossip around the cabins to a courtroom packed with lies, betrayals, and technical loopholes, this case shows how one woman may have turned the tables in the deadliest way possible.

So, grab your cup, Noir Nation — because this week we’re sipping on a vintage tea as I lay out the story of Josephine the enslaved woman whose cup was overflowing with get back.