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.

This week on Love Kills x Melanin Mayhem, it’s ugly, y’all. I can't even dress it up for you. I'm bringing you the story of a love triangle between a broke-down, ain’t-shit 21-year-old predator with a jealous ride-or-die dumb girlfriend, and a pregnant 14-year-old girl caught in the middle.

One day in Richmond, all that toxic mess turned into a bloodbath — and got everybody paying the price.

This ain’t just a crime of passion, it’s a coward with a Glock making a bad situation worse. You’ll hear how one man’s fuckery almost wiped out an entire family.

Don’t expect pretty. This one’s messy, ratchet, and cold blooded.

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For years, a staggering number of Black women turned up dead in Bridgeport, CT. They died a horrific death- raped, strangled, stabbed, even burned. The streets whispered about a serial killer on the loose, but nobody knew who he was.

Our mayhem maker on the surface was just another working man, blending into the fabric of the neighborhood like he belonged. But in reality, he was hiding evilness in plain sight.

When police turned up the heat, he flew south to avoid detection, but his sick twisted ways followed him to Georgia. Different states. Same pattern. More bodies.

It would take years, a mandatory cheek swab, and a backlog of ignored evidence before investigators finally connected the dots. And what they uncovered was worse than anyone expected.

This week I'm bringing you the chilling story of the man who came to be known as the East End Killer —Mr. Emanuel L. Webb.

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This week’s Melanin Mayhem maker turned an ordinary commute into a nightmare. Picture it, a crowded train, rush-hour passengers just trying to get home, and in a matter of minutes— bullets start flying. The aftermath? Chaos and tragedy that stunned New York and the nation.

But the mayhem didn’t end there. What followed in the courtroom was a spectacle unlike anything the justice system had ever seen—complete with shocking testimony, conspiracy-laced rants, and a defendant determined to represent himself no matter how outrageous it became.

Join me as we peel back the layers of one of the most underreported, diabolical and infamous cases in black true crime history and see how one train ride spiraled into horror at the hands of the Long Island Rail Road Killer Mr. Colin Ferguson.

The Virgos have linked up, and y’all already know that means trouble. In this special collaboration, I’m joined by Tiffany from Melanin Mysteries and Brittany from A Sip of Redrum to bring you the Side Piece Trilogy—three twisted tales of when love triangles explode.

We’re talking passion, betrayal, and the deadly fallout of being “the other one.” Because when 1 + 1 = 3, somebody always gets cut out of the equation.