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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.
By hauntedandhomicidalWelcome 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.