We’ve got Grave’s End in Brooklyn, a home that tormented its residents for over a decade; the Sallie House in Kansas, a hotbed of scratches and apparitions; the House of Death in New York, tied to literary legend and tragic violence; the Daniel Benton Homestead in Connecticut, where history and hauntings intertwine, and if time permits we’ll be closing it out with the Union Screaming House in Missouri, where a family lasted just 13 days before fleeing in terror.

These houses have rich, documented histories—screams echoing through quiet nights, shadowy figures lurking in corners, and physical encounters that defy explanation. Families, investigators, and even the curious have walked their halls, leaving with stories that linger long after they’ve gone.

We’ve got Grave’s End in Brooklyn, a home that tormented its residents for over a decade; the Sallie House in Kansas, a hotbed of scratches and apparitions; the House of Death in New York, tied to literary legend and tragic violence; the Daniel Benton Homestead in Connecticut, where history and hauntings intertwine, and if time permits we’ll be closing it out with the Union Screaming House in Missouri, where a family lasted just 13 days before fleeing in terror.

These houses have rich, documented histories—screams echoing through quiet nights, shadowy figures lurking in corners, and physical encounters that defy explanation. Families, investigators, and even the curious have walked their halls, leaving with stories that linger long after they’ve gone.

Tonight, we’re stepping into a world where the darkest corners of human nature collide with forces we can’t quite explain. This episode is all about true crime cases that twist into the supernatural—murders, trials, and hauntings where the line between evil deeds and otherworldly influence blurs. We’re diving into four chilling tales: the infamous Amityville Horror, Arne Cheyenne Johnson’s “Devil Made Me Do It” trial, the unsolved Villisca Axe Murders, and the Smurl family’s demonic ordeal. These aren’t just campfire stories—they’re real cases that left investigators, families, and entire communities grappling with questions no one can fully answer.

the ancient sands of Giza, a place we thought we’d known for millennia—until now. What’s hiding under the pyramids? A secret so big it could rewrite everything we know. Whispers are spreading fast—something massive, something deep, buried beneath the stone giants that have stood watch for over 4,500 years.

The air feels heavy with mystery. Shadows stretch long across the desert, and the question hangs like a specter: Could this be the moment the sands give up their ghosts? Today, we dive into a story that’s been lighting up the dark corners of the internet—a tale of hidden depths and impossible wonders. Stay with us for the truth… or something stranger.

Tonight, we’re diving headfirst into four mysteries that have baffled and tormented curious minds for decades—maybe even centuries. The Taos Hum, the Tunguska Event, strange disappearances in national parks, and the elusive phenomenon of ball lightning. These aren’t just weird stories; they’re reality-warping riddles. A low, maddening hum that refuses to be traced. A blast so massive it leveled a forest without a trace of impact. Hikers who step off the trail and simply cease to exist. And eerie, glowing orbs that flicker through storms like something out of a fever dream

The air hums with peace, love, and revolution—until it doesn’t. A string of brutal murders rips through the city, orchestrated by a man with wild eyes and a twisted gospel: Charles Manson.

The CIA. The FBI. MKUltra. Mind control. Cults. Conspiracy. These aren’t just buzzwords—they’re threads in a tapestry so dark, so tangled, it has haunted investigators for decades.

imagine the stories—hundreds of them, whispered over decades. A woman found in her kitchen, nothing but a pile of soot and a single unburned foot, the stove cold as stone. A farmer in his field, charred to nothing while the grass around him stays green. No screams, no smoke, just silence and a lingering smell of something wrong. Scientists scramble for answers—chemical reactions, freak accidents—but the truth slips through their fingers like ash in the wind

Their voices are silenced beneath the weight of coal waste. The nation mourns. The National Coal Board shrugs off blame. But amid the grief, whispers begin to surface. Whispers of dreams. Of warnings. A girl who saw the blackness coming. A boy who drew the end. A woman miles away who felt it in her bones. Could this tragedy have been foreseen? Could it have been stopped?to the eyes of true evil, it’s hard to ever feel safe again.

What’s chilling about these encounters is the undercurrent of inevitability, the idea that evil isn’t always waiting for an invitation—it’s already here, woven into the fabric of ordinary moments. A face in the backseat warps into a monstrous visage. A casual experiment with black magic unravels a family. Hands from nowhere drag a man back into a nightmare he thought he’d escaped. Each story whispers the same truth: there are things in this world that don’t just challenge what we believe—they shatter it. And once you’ve looked into the eyes of true evil, it’s hard to ever feel safe again.