Welcome to the official home of the Conspiracy of Two podcast, where every episode invites you to join Nick and Ryan as they peel back the layers of history's most compelling conspiracy theories. Whether you're a skeptic or a believer, there's something here to challenge your perceptions. Dive into our world of mystery and debate, where secrets unfold and nothing is as it seems. Sit back, stay curious, and enjoy the journey into the unknown - because here, the deeper you dig, the stranger it gets. Ready to question everything? You're in the right place.
In this episode, we discuss the rollercoaster ride that
is the life of amateur hour assassin Mark David
Chapman. This thrill ride starts with the excitement of
Mark discovering and repeatedly playing his first
Beatles album for his kingdom of imaginary “Little
People”. Then soars to an all new “high” as Mark
reaches adolescence and tries to make friends with
the local church kids by bringing them gifts of gold,
frankincense, and…..acid. Surely Mark was not
counted as a Wise young man. Finally, the ride
concludes with the abysmal drop of Chapman
eliminating the posterchild for peace and love, John
Lennon, and devoiding us of a world where all you
need is love.
In this episode, we discuss the blood soaked reign of
cocaine induced tyranny by the nervous pooper
himself, Pablo Escobar. Incase you have ever
pondered to yourself in the deepest darkest recesses of your mind, “do I have what it takes to be a drug
lord?”, you need look no further. In this episode we
will be asking the hard questions. Would you make
people pay you to NOT steal their car? Would you
own 800 safe houses and install the exact same toilet
in each one of them so you can have the same bowel
moving experience no matter where you are hiding
from the Fuzz? Would you convince the government
to allow you to build your very own prison and after
you served your time (in the gym, casino, club, all
things your prison contains) convert it into a vacation
resort? If you answered yes to any of these questions
of evil ingenuity, then you might have a friend in
Pablo. Also, you might be the next Scarface.
In this episode, we discuss the grisly events of the most capable yet most unknown serial killer of the modern era, Israel Keyes. If you’re the kind of sicko whose Netflix list is full of true crime docuseries then you have met your match with this evil genius. To give you a little taste to sate your vampiric bloodlust, Mr. Keyes buried various“Kill Kits” all over the country. These “Kill Kits”contained guns, knives, duct tape, chemicals, and every other must have item for conducting a spontaneous slaying. By the end of this episode you’ll be saying 2 things continuously, “WTF” and “There was a second shed?!”
In this episode, we discuss the bone chilling events
surrounding the haunting of the Union Screaming
House. It’s really your typical Hallmark story of a
single, hard working father and his 3 adorable kids
moving into an old charming house. Cherished
memories are made, joyous laughter is had, innocent
souls are haunted by a demonic shadow figure, and
paranormal investigators throw a keg party on the
front lawn. Last but not least, there are tears, lots and
lots of tears. Remember I just told you the family was
haunted by a demonic shadow figure. Imagine a
Balrog in your house without a hash smoking wizard
to yell at it, “You shall not pass!”. Moral of the story,
hide your kids, hide your wife, cuz they haunting
everybody in this episode.
In this episode, we discuss the complex, logic defying,
and demon filled story of a girl named Lacey, If you
have ever found yourself nostalgic for the Satanic
Panic of the 80s, then you’ve come to the right place.
Lacey makes such claims as being a part of a
Luciferian Coven and being demonically possessed.
As if one goes without the other. All this sounds a bit
much until this small woman repeatedly demonstrates
her best Hulk Hogan impression much to the chagrin
of everyone present. This demonstration includes
unnatural strength, deep guttural voices, and divine
foreknowledge. Also, a herd of cows circled the house
she was staying in and spent the entire night
headbutting it. Props to the demonic for creativity on
that one. If all this doesn’t make your spidey senses
tingle then let me tell you something brother, you
might be a zombie. Yes, I did just remorselessly plug
the next episode in the list. Now proceed to episode 6
if you want to learn more about your fellow zombies.
In this episode, we discuss a myriad of fascinating
stories relating to the Voodoo religion, practices, and
real-life zombies. If smoking a foot long cigar and
drinking a liter of rum with 2 pounds of hot peppers in
it sounds like a good use of your Friday night, then you may want to look into converting to the Voodoo
religion. Seriously, are they running a religion or a
continuous frat party? Anyways, Imagine having a
random tris with a pretty lass then proceeding to have
a dream every night for the next two months where
you get your ass handed to you by a guy with a snake
head. Seems unjust right? But eventually you find out
that the pretty lass from your previous sexcapade was
actually married to the Voodoo serpent God
Djamballah-Wedo. Turns out, you played mister steal
your girl with the wrong supernatural entity. I’m pretty
sure it’s going to take an exorcism to unring that bell.
And finally, if you find yourself in Haiti, it’s best to play
nice with everyone. Because if someone has a
grudge against you, you may find yourself thinking
that you’ve died and gone to hell, only to be brought
back to a zombie existence in return for eternal
servitude to a friendly witch doctor. It could always be
worse…..probably.
In this episode, we discuss a fascinating treasure hunt
that spans the length of nearly 2,000 years. Join us as
we venture back in time to the Roman Empire and its
ever-peaceful means of conquest. There is no chance
whatsoever this episode contains mass annihilation of a people group, attempted robbery of an
insurmountable treasure from said annihilated people
group, and that particular people groups’ ruler getting
brutally murdered because they wore the wrong color
robe. Rome was much too civilized for all that crazy
jazz. BUT, in the off-chance history was written by the
victors, what happened to these people and all their
copious booty?! It means swag you neanderthal. Get
your mind out of the gutter. In this episode we attempt
to unravel the “What ifs” behind this story. I think you’ll
find it to be a truly treasured story. See what I did
there.
In this episode, we discuss what is either heavy
involvement in the Occult or severe eccentricity by the
music industry’s elite. Heavy Occult involvement is a
much juicier story though so let’s stick to that.
Seriously though, why is ASAP Rocky seen
performing a magic ritual inside a pentagram in his
music video “Wassup”? There is even a magical
grimoire and ceremonial dagger in the middle of the
pentagram! And don’t even get me started on the
pyramid ring he flashes. That ain’t gangster! Then, is his other popular music video “Long Live ASAP” he is
seen sporting a pair of sneakers with the number 33
on them. Obviously indicating he is a 33rd degree
Mason. Straight facts homie! If you need more, check
out Ciara’s music video “Keep on Looking”. If you
keep on looking at her leather boots in the video, you
will see they are a mile high and have the words
“Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn” written on
them. I don’t think the Red Light district is passing out
boots that advertise a secret sex magic society from
the late 1800s. Although, that could be good for
business. To top it all off, Ryan and I discover through
the use of Numerology that together, we form an Ugly
Tyrant. I’m not happy about it but the numbers have
spoken.
In this episode, we discuss how the powers at be
utilized Project Chameleo to wage the ultimate psy-op
against an unsuspecting, already brain addled crack
head named Dion. And in case you were drawn in by
the episode title, yes, invisible midgets are in no short
supply in this story. Ah the irony. In the words of your
favorite infomercial, “but wait, there’s more!” From the
unseen vertically challenged we venture into events that lack no degree of ridiculousness and hilarity. Dion
reports the rooms in his apartment increase and
decrease in size as well as all manner of crazy 3D
life-like images being broadcast on his walls. In
addition to this, let’s throw in some stolen military
night-vision goggles and a DOD laptop as well as
NCIS involvement and a predator drone. This fiesta
wouldn’t be complete though without also mentioning
a Mexican guy named Chino with a 13 inch churro.
Yes, that really is part of the story. By the end of this
all, you’ll either be a firm believer or desperately trying
to get ahold of whatever Dion was smoking.
In this episode, we discuss the possibility that alien
visitation to our planet may have a more sinister, or
even demonic purpose to it. Join us as we go on an
intergalactic journey of epic proportion. First stop,
planet earth, to meet the Collins Elite, an ultra-secret
CIA organization whose name has an incredibly
disappointing origin story. Next, we travel to space
station Care Bear Share to meet up with our good
buddy Desca of the Fourth Density and his pals at the
“Council of 7 Lights”. A quick layover at Venus
introduces us to Orthon and his translucent
spaceship. Finally, before heading home, we check up on the Russians to make sure they are not
weaponizing aliens and UFOs in order to promote
Communism. Never know what them damn Russkies
are up to. As we arrive back on our home planet on
the sunny beaches of California, we see the Colins
Elite have enacted their grand plan and are currently
projecting various cultural stereotypes of Jesus in the
clouds. Is that Jesus holding a bong and riding a surf
board?
In this episode, we discuss the fascinating yet
terrifying eccentricity that is Jack Parsons, aka Marvel
Whiteside Parsons, aka Frater T.O.P.A.N. What is this
guy, a WWE wrestler? Truth be told, I think I would
rather sign up for a John Cena sized can of whoop
ass to be opened on me than mess with Jack
Parsons. Seriously, this dude was known to try and
conjure forth various demonic entities for no other
reason than to see if it would actually work. And we
are supposed to be shooketh to find out his house
was severely haunted? So much so that he hired a
priest to come by on a weekly basis to cast out
whatever supernatural rabble he had managed to
coax forth from the ether. Side note, this guy had top
secret security clearance and basically invented the
rocket fuel that got us to the moon. Despite his hobby
of hobnobbing with his spiritual betters, you have to stop and marvel at his scientific accomplishments. I’m
so sorry, I can’t help myself. He was just such a
marvel. Damnit! Even in my remorse I am…..wait for
it…..Marvelous. Mic Drop.
Holographic Moon and the Sinking of the Olympic
aka the Titanic:
In this episode, we discuss our two most credible
cases to date, one slightly more than the other. Join
us for our Season 1 Finale as we change things up a
bit and give you two highly researched cases for the
price of one. Hint hint, if you haven’t paid a price at
all, you should go do that over on Patreon right now.
We’ll wait. Thank you in advance for your staggering
contribution to our booze fund. This episode is much
akin to a circus in that performances of varying
degrees were given, half the performers were drunk,
a blue crack pipe was involved, and some genius
swallowed fire. Literally, Ryan made me drink a shot
that was on fire during recording. Oh, and also we
talking about some BS involving the moon being a
hologram and a century long grand conspiracy about
the Titanic not actually sinking. But more importantly, I
SWALLOWED FIRE.
Murder, Mixtapes, and Acid: The mixed tape that never was, the cult that never should have been, and the drug that never disappoints.
This episode is like That 70’s Show if everyone quit smoking weed and started listening to a lunatic with a busted guitar. Charles Manson, the world’s angriest pint-sized folk singer, strums a guitar badly enough to start a murder cult. He couldn’t land a record deal, so he settled for recruiting a bunch of barefoot hippies who thought desert dirt was a food group. Nick and Ryan dive into Manson’s “career,” which is basically a blooper reel: stealing cars, bombing auditions, and somehow turning campfire kumbayas into cult recruitment sessions. Meanwhile, his “family” is out there treating felonies like summer camp crafts, nodding along as if the nonsense made sense. Fueled by tequila and whiskey, the brothers roast Manson’s logic harder than a campfire marshmallow, pointing out how the scariest part isn’t just the murders, but the fact that Hollywood insiders actually entertained this guy’s music dreams. It’s a mix of cult psychology, 1960s chaos, and jokes sharp enough to cut through the acid haze. It's a cocktail of horror and hilarity, proving that sometimes the only thing scarier than a cult leader is his mixtape.
From Sheepfolds to Glory Holes: Bigfoot’s Greatest Crimes
Stanley Milford Jr. didn’t sign up to fight monsters—he signed up to be a ranger. But on the Navajo rez, that meant one part lawman, one part tour guide, and one part “oh crap, was that a skinwalker doing 65 next to my Chevy?” Nick and Ryan dive into the career of the world’s first Supernatural Ranger—a guy who basically lived in a crossover episode of Cops and The X-Files.
His greatest hits? A demonic spellbook casually hanging out in his house, gas burners firing up like Gordon Ramsay’s hell kitchen, 26 sheep drained like vampiric Capri Suns, and Bigfoot treating sheep corrals like Golden Corral. Toss in UFO sightings, shadow stalkers, and locals who shrug off skinwalkers like they’re just another pothole. The locals shrug it off—“yep, skinwalkers again”—while Stanley files reports that read like porno scripts written by Stephen King: midnight pounding, heavy breathing, and invisible hands grabbing you in all the wrong places. And you’ve got the résumé from hell.
Nick and Ryan keep it all stitched together with whiskey reviews, Nicolas Cage tangents, and the eternal question: do you cuff Bigfoot or just let him go with a warning? Bottom line: it’s less “protect and serve” and more “holy sh*t, swerve!”—a booze-soaked tragicomedy where law enforcement meets paranormal porn parody—which is equal parts terrifying, hilarious, and just raunchy enough to make you wonder if Bigfoot should have to register as a sex offender.
Swastikas, Seances, and Sauerkraut Balls - A Nazi Fever Dream
This episode is less “serious history lecture” and more “History Channel after three shots of whiskey.” Nick and Ryan crack open the story of Hitler and the occult like two brothers who accidentally wandered into an Indiana Jones reboot filmed on a thrift-store budget. Between swigs of Pinot Noir and rye whiskey, they connect prophetic trench dreams, Nazi pig mascots, and Henry Ford’s very questionable hobbies into a wild ride through history’s strangest rabbit holes. It’s part horror show, part comedy roast: Hitler morphs from failed trench rat to wannabe wizard-in-chief, cult societies demand ancestry tests stricter than Ancestry.com, and swastikas go from meaning “all is well” to “all is hell.” Along the way, we meet Dietrich Eckhart—an occultist life coach who teaches Hitler how not to eat like a feral raccoon at dinner parties—and Joseph Goebbels, the so-called “Poison Dwarf,” whose main superpower was being petty, venomous, and permanently limping his way through propaganda.
Between pendulum-wielding weirdos claiming they could sniff out Jews, wine tasting notes, Oktoberfest nostalgia, and more dad jokes than Germany had swastikas, this episode is a tragicomedy that makes you laugh, cringe, and wonder how the world ever let this circus go on.
Bottom line? It’s Nazis, nonsense, and booze-fueled banter—served with the kind of irreverence that proves history might be horrifying, but it’s also hilariously insane when told through the lens of two slightly buzzed brothers .
This episode is basically Breaking Bad meets Parks and Rec, with less meth and way more paperwork. Our unsuspecting hero, Pete Forcelli, rolls into Phoenix ready to fight crime—only to discover the ATF is running what looks suspiciously like a cartel loyalty program. Buy 10 AK-47s, get the 11th free! Meanwhile, the U.S. Attorney’s Office can’t be bothered, because apparently prosecuting crimes is sooo last season. Nick and Ryan dive headfirst into the madness, armed with booze, banter, and zero faith in government efficiency. Along the way we meet straw buyers dumber than a bag of hammers, FBI agents acting like Mean Girls (“you can’t sit with us unless you share your informants”), and one ATF guy skipping work to salsa dance in Colombia. Honestly, it’s less law enforcement and more reality TV—except with body counts. Think Narcos narrated by two slightly buzzed uncles who alternate between outrage and dad jokes. It’s equal parts history lesson, roast of bureaucracy, and drinking game. By the end, you’ll know how gun laws (don’t) work, why prosecutors can ruin everything, and which Oktoberfest beer pairs best with tales of federal incompetence. Bottom line: this isn’t just an episode—it’s a tragic comedy where Uncle Sam accidentally becomes the cartels’ favorite gun dealer.
Forget CSI: Miami—this is CSI: Adelaide, where the corpses are dapper, the calves are suspiciously jacked, and the detectives are about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
Nick and Ryan crack open the mystery of the Somerton Man, a 1948 beachside “who-dunnit” featuring:
A corpse dressed sharper than a banker on Derby Day, but with all his clothing tags cut off like he was sponsored by Goodwill’s Witness Protection Program. A secret scrap of paper reading “Tamám Shud” (translation: “The End,” or “plot twist, bitch”), Doctors who could only agree on two things: (1) this guy had elite ballerina calves, and (2) his liver was working as hard as Nick and Ryan’s after three old fashioneds. A suitcase full of clothes with no labels, a sewing kit with sketchy orange thread, and a missing penis pump (probably). A code in a Persian poetry book that no one has ever solved—because nothing says espionage like a half-finished Sudoku from 1100 A.D. Along the way, you’ll meet Joe Thompson, the woman who “definitely didn’t know him” while nearly fainting at his face cast, and Greg the Professor, who somehow knew way too much about foxglove tea and poison arrows (we see you, Greg).
Bottom line: this isn’t Dateline—it’s a Cold War mystery retold by two brothers who measure credibility in whiskey pours and have decided the best legacy you can leave behind… is being remembered for your calves.
Diapers, Demons, and Dookie- An Unholy Menage a Trois
This episode isn’t so much “paranormal investigation” as it is Ghostbusters meets Dumb and Dumber, with extra booze and a demon who apparently hates plumbing. Nick and Ryan unpack the saga of the Smurl family, whose Pennsylvania duplex turned into a 15-year carnival of supernatural nonsense. First it was rugs growing stains faster than toddlers with Kool-Aid, then rocking chairs that refused to respect personal boundaries and eventually TVs catching fire like God’s version of a parental block.
Things escalate into full-on nightmare fuel: invisible slap fights, levitation, and one truly unfortunate bout of demonic coitus that sounds less like The Exorcist and more like Ghost Hunters After Dark.. Oh, and let’s not forget Casper taking a dump” because who doesn't like supernatural shit?
By the time Ed and Lorraine Warren show up to poke the supernatural bear with prayers and holy water, the house is less “family home” and more “Hell’s Airbnb.” We’re talking shadow figures, demonic wing-flaps, and bloodcurdling screams that can only drive the surrounding property values through the roof! Fueled by rum, rye whiskey, and banter sharp enough to cut through ectoplasm, Nick and Ryan turn this 1970s nightmare into a tragicomic romp. Bottom line: it’s a literal shitshow— Starring demons, diapers, and dookie!
Guardian Angel or Nocturnal Nuisance? You decide !
Forget meditation apps—this episode is your guide to living (and sleeping) with paranormal freeloaders. Nick and Ryan crack open the bizarre world of shadow people, those trench-coat creeps who love showing up uninvited at 3 a.m. to stand in the corner like unpaid interns at your anxiety convention.
Step one: meet “The Hat Man,” basically a fedora-wearing sleep paralysis coach whose only advice is “scream quietly.” Step two: get cozy with the glowing red-eyed lurkers who pop out of closets yelling “Not my fault!” like they’re trying to dodge child support. And step three: don’t forget the hooded figures—half guardian angel, half goth roommate—who can’t decide if they’re here to hug you or choke you.
Families live with these things for decades, hospitals report them hanging around sick kids, and bathrooms somehow become the stage for shadow people’s favorite jump-scare burlesque.
Bottom line: this isn’t therapy—it’s terror with a punchline. Think of it as a lifestyle guide for anyone stuck with paranormal voyeurs, delivered by two brothers with more whiskey than coping skills.
This episode is less Close Encounters and more “Hold My Beer, Jesus” as Nick and Ryan stumble through the life of Chris Bledsoe—a man whose existence plays like the world’s darkest blooper reel before aliens show up to make things weirder. By age 10 he’d already been shot in the back, lit on fire, and busted his face on a bunk bed; by 20, his wife died in his arms and he fell off scaffolding. Naturally, the only logical next step was UFO abduction.
When Chris finally catches a “break,” it’s not financial stability—it’s three suns in the sky, glowing orbs with mechanical eyelids, and his teenage son paralyzed in the woods like a rejected X-Files subplot. Add in time-loss confusion, nine lights doing synchronized sky-raves, and government suits sniffing around, and suddenly his IBS doesn’t seem like the worst thing in his life. Naturally, the whole gang witnesses UFOs doing synchronized swimming routines in the night sky, and their collective reaction is: “Forget the cooler—LEAVE.” (Because who needs beer when you’ve just been probed by interdimensional light orbs?)
This episode has it all: government coverups, glowing entities, time slips, and a man whose autobiography could double as both a country song and an X-Files script.
Bottom line: it’s not divine revelation—it’s alien domination, and Chris Bledsoe is either chosen by God or just the galaxy’s favorite plaything.
The Opioid Olympics (Spoiler Alert: Everyone LOSES!)
This isn’t Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No”—it’s “Just Say WTF”, as Nick and Ryan stumble through the rise of fentanyl: the drug so potent it makes heroin look like chamomile tea. The boozed up brothers discuss the rise of fentanyl, the opioid crisis, and why Big Pharma basically turned America into one giant painkiller trial nobody signed up for.
Highlights include:
Funeral Rave Grandma Edition — where Xanax gets passed out like Werther’s Originals and the front row looks like a nursing home zombie apocalypse. Bottom-Shelf Bourbon Science — because apparently whiskey reviewers can taste “sawdust and wood oil” (translation: that guy was already on fent). Paging Dr. Dumbass — the medical philosophy that “you can’t get addicted if you’re in pain,” which is the scientific equivalent of “calories don’t count if you eat standing up.” Drug Pigs & Charlotte’s Web 2.0 — because why shouldn’t children’s books double as narcotic branding guides? The Russian Hostage Rescue Plan™ — nothing says “strategic genius” like hosing down 800 civilians with fentanyl gas and then shrugging when 120 don’t make it. By the time the rogue chemist with “prison ethics” shows up, and cocaine retirees start dropping like flies, you’ll realize the opioid epidemic isn’t a crisis—it’s a Coen Brothers dark comedy accidentally directed by Michael Bay.
Bottom line: Fentanyl isn’t just a drug, it’s Darwin’s favorite party trick—and your only defense is praying your dealer owns a calculator.
Dune Buggies, Bad Acid & Blood: Charles Manson’s Apocalypse Audition
This episode plays out like Mad Max: Hippie edition, with Charles Manson leading a ragtag gang of desert weirdos who thought they were preparing for the apocalypse but really just look like extras from a bad B-movie. By Part 2, Manson’s “Family” has fully drunk the Kool-Aid (or maybe just the bad acid) and they’re carrying out his insane vision of Helter Skelter—a race war supposedly hidden in Beatles lyrics that only he could decode.
Nick and Ryan, sipping their way through the madness, paint the picture of Manson directing chaos like an off-Broadway producer with zero budget and way too much LSD. The “Family” isn’t so much a group of killers as they are the world’s worst improv troupe: Yes, and… let’s stab strangers to start the apocalypse
The comedy comes from the sheer absurdity: dune buggy war squads, desert hideouts that were supposed to be “end times headquarters,” and a cult leader whose only real talent was making nonsense sound profound to people who were too high to notice.
At its core, it’s an unflinching look at how one delusional wannabe rockstar managed to turn peace-loving hippies into the world’s least competent death squad.
How Nine Horny Monks Accidentally Invented International Banking
Forget Dan Brown—this is more like Monty Python meets National Treasure, with a heavy pour of tequila and bourbon. Nick and Ryan stumble headfirst into the saga of the Knights Templar, nine medieval dudes who thought poverty and celibacy sounded like a good time—as long as they still got horses and swords. Somehow, these broke monks reinvented themselves as history’s first bankers, inventing the medieval version of Venmo, before getting absolutely wrecked on Friday the 13th (yep, that’s why the date still gives you the creeps).
Along the way we get shady Popes, power-tripping kings, and a superstition-shattering plot twist that wrecked more than just their order. The Templar fleet vanishes faster than Ryan’s Don Roberto tequila, possibly reappearing in Scotland just in time to help Braveheart’s bros kick England’s ass. Fast-forward a few centuries and suddenly we’re in New York, with a wannabe castle on the Hudson hiding secret brass seals, octopus carvings, and coded instructions that scream “insert Indiana Jones theme music here.”
Bottom line: it’s less “holy order” and more “holy sh*t,” with history, booze, and enough conspiracy fuel to keep Reddit going for decades.
In this episode, we discuss a fascinating treasure hunt
that spans the length of nearly 2,000 years. Join us as
we venture back in time to the Roman Empire and its
ever-peaceful means of conquest. There is no chance
whatsoever this episode contains mass annihilation of a people group, attempted robbery of an
insurmountable treasure from said annihilated people
group, and that particular people groups’ ruler getting
brutally murdered because they wore the wrong color
robe. Rome was much too civilized for all that crazy
jazz. BUT, in the off-chance history was written by the
victors, what happened to these people and all their
copious booty?! It means swag you neanderthal. Get
your mind out of the gutter. In this episode we attempt
to unravel the “What ifs” behind this story. I think you’ll
find it to be a truly treasured story. See what I did
there.
In this episode, we discuss a myriad of fascinating
stories relating to the Voodoo religion, practices, and
real-life zombies. If smoking a foot long cigar and
drinking a liter of rum with 2 pounds of hot peppers in
it sounds like a good use of your Friday night, then you may want to look into converting to the Voodoo
religion. Seriously, are they running a religion or a
continuous frat party? Anyways, Imagine having a
random tris with a pretty lass then proceeding to have
a dream every night for the next two months where
you get your ass handed to you by a guy with a snake
head. Seems unjust right? But eventually you find out
that the pretty lass from your previous sexcapade was
actually married to the Voodoo serpent God
Djamballah-Wedo. Turns out, you played mister steal
your girl with the wrong supernatural entity. I’m pretty
sure it’s going to take an exorcism to unring that bell.
And finally, if you find yourself in Haiti, it’s best to play
nice with everyone. Because if someone has a
grudge against you, you may find yourself thinking
that you’ve died and gone to hell, only to be brought
back to a zombie existence in return for eternal
servitude to a friendly witch doctor. It could always be
worse…..probably.
In this episode, we discuss the complex, logic defying,
and demon filled story of a girl named Lacey, If you
have ever found yourself nostalgic for the Satanic
Panic of the 80s, then you’ve come to the right place.
Lacey makes such claims as being a part of a
Luciferian Coven and being demonically possessed.
As if one goes without the other. All this sounds a bit
much until this small woman repeatedly demonstrates
her best Hulk Hogan impression much to the chagrin
of everyone present. This demonstration includes
unnatural strength, deep guttural voices, and divine
foreknowledge. Also, a herd of cows circled the house
she was staying in and spent the entire night
headbutting it. Props to the demonic for creativity on
that one. If all this doesn’t make your spidey senses
tingle then let me tell you something brother, you
might be a zombie. Yes, I did just remorselessly plug
the next episode in the list. Now proceed to episode 6
if you want to learn more about your fellow zombies.
In this episode, we discuss the bone chilling events
surrounding the haunting of the Union Screaming
House. It’s really your typical Hallmark story of a
single, hard working father and his 3 adorable kids
moving into an old charming house. Cherished
memories are made, joyous laughter is had, innocent
souls are haunted by a demonic shadow figure, and
paranormal investigators throw a keg party on the
front lawn. Last but not least, there are tears, lots and
lots of tears. Remember I just told you the family was
haunted by a demonic shadow figure. Imagine a
Balrog in your house without a hash smoking wizard
to yell at it, “You shall not pass!”. Moral of the story,
hide your kids, hide your wife, cuz they haunting
everybody in this episode.
In this episode, we discuss the grisly events of the most capable yet most unknown serial killer of the modern era, Israel Keyes. If you’re the kind of sicko whose Netflix list is full of true crime docuseries then you have met your match with this evil genius. To give you a little taste to sate your vampiric bloodlust, Mr. Keyes buried various“Kill Kits” all over the country. These “Kill Kits”contained guns, knives, duct tape, chemicals, and every other must have item for conducting a spontaneous slaying. By the end of this episode you’ll be saying 2 things continuously, “WTF” and “There was a second shed?!”
In this episode, we discuss the blood soaked reign of
cocaine induced tyranny by the nervous pooper
himself, Pablo Escobar. Incase you have ever
pondered to yourself in the deepest darkest recesses of your mind, “do I have what it takes to be a drug
lord?”, you need look no further. In this episode we
will be asking the hard questions. Would you make
people pay you to NOT steal their car? Would you
own 800 safe houses and install the exact same toilet
in each one of them so you can have the same bowel
moving experience no matter where you are hiding
from the Fuzz? Would you convince the government
to allow you to build your very own prison and after
you served your time (in the gym, casino, club, all
things your prison contains) convert it into a vacation
resort? If you answered yes to any of these questions
of evil ingenuity, then you might have a friend in
Pablo. Also, you might be the next Scarface.
Holographic Moon and the Sinking of the Olympic
aka the Titanic:
In this episode, we discuss our two most credible
cases to date, one slightly more than the other. Join
us for our Season 1 Finale as we change things up a
bit and give you two highly researched cases for the
price of one. Hint hint, if you haven’t paid a price at
all, you should go do that over on Patreon right now.
We’ll wait. Thank you in advance for your staggering
contribution to our booze fund. This episode is much
akin to a circus in that performances of varying
degrees were given, half the performers were drunk,
a blue crack pipe was involved, and some genius
swallowed fire. Literally, Ryan made me drink a shot
that was on fire during recording. Oh, and also we
talking about some BS involving the moon being a
hologram and a century long grand conspiracy about
the Titanic not actually sinking. But more importantly, I
SWALLOWED FIRE.
In this episode, we discuss the fascinating yet
terrifying eccentricity that is Jack Parsons, aka Marvel
Whiteside Parsons, aka Frater T.O.P.A.N. What is this
guy, a WWE wrestler? Truth be told, I think I would
rather sign up for a John Cena sized can of whoop
ass to be opened on me than mess with Jack
Parsons. Seriously, this dude was known to try and
conjure forth various demonic entities for no other
reason than to see if it would actually work. And we
are supposed to be shooketh to find out his house
was severely haunted? So much so that he hired a
priest to come by on a weekly basis to cast out
whatever supernatural rabble he had managed to
coax forth from the ether. Side note, this guy had top
secret security clearance and basically invented the
rocket fuel that got us to the moon. Despite his hobby
of hobnobbing with his spiritual betters, you have to stop and marvel at his scientific accomplishments. I’m
so sorry, I can’t help myself. He was just such a
marvel. Damnit! Even in my remorse I am…..wait for
it…..Marvelous. Mic Drop.
In this episode, we discuss the possibility that alien
visitation to our planet may have a more sinister, or
even demonic purpose to it. Join us as we go on an
intergalactic journey of epic proportion. First stop,
planet earth, to meet the Collins Elite, an ultra-secret
CIA organization whose name has an incredibly
disappointing origin story. Next, we travel to space
station Care Bear Share to meet up with our good
buddy Desca of the Fourth Density and his pals at the
“Council of 7 Lights”. A quick layover at Venus
introduces us to Orthon and his translucent
spaceship. Finally, before heading home, we check up on the Russians to make sure they are not
weaponizing aliens and UFOs in order to promote
Communism. Never know what them damn Russkies
are up to. As we arrive back on our home planet on
the sunny beaches of California, we see the Colins
Elite have enacted their grand plan and are currently
projecting various cultural stereotypes of Jesus in the
clouds. Is that Jesus holding a bong and riding a surf
board?
In this episode, we discuss the rollercoaster ride that
is the life of amateur hour assassin Mark David
Chapman. This thrill ride starts with the excitement of
Mark discovering and repeatedly playing his first
Beatles album for his kingdom of imaginary “Little
People”. Then soars to an all new “high” as Mark
reaches adolescence and tries to make friends with
the local church kids by bringing them gifts of gold,
frankincense, and…..acid. Surely Mark was not
counted as a Wise young man. Finally, the ride
concludes with the abysmal drop of Chapman
eliminating the posterchild for peace and love, John
Lennon, and devoiding us of a world where all you
need is love.