Patrice, Marleah, and Bartender Courtney drink Happy New Year cocktails and talk about a badass gypsy mama buried in Meridian and the ridiculous murder of two Tennessee trolls.
Episode 76: The Gypsy Queen // The Facebook Murders
Episode 63: The Vampire Cult Murders // Flower Pickin’ & Gas Gettin’
Patrice, Marleah, and Bartender Courtney drink Ginger Mint Limeade and talk sociopaths, Ron Swanson, privilege, and how we all need to get off our asses and do something. #blacklivesmatter
Episode 62: The Little Red House // Too Many Dolls
Patrice, Marleah, and Bartender Courtney drink kind of fancy cocktails, akshully, and talk EVPs, invisible dimensions, haunted item sales, and tiny porcelain hands in the night.
Episode 60: Don’t Eat Lead
Patrice and Marleah drink more quarantine cocktails and talk bags of boobs, genderbending authors, wolf peaches, and droolworthy Southern cuisine.
Episode 52: Twain, Faulkner, and Ladies in White // The Cahill House Haunting
Patrice and Marleah drink Winter Smashes and talk about why men never throw themselves off of tall things in legends and how ghosts (or an arson) burnt down a house to set themselves free.
Episode 50: The Murder of Gene Tate // There’s Something Odd About James
The Podversary Episode! Patrice and Marleah celebrate with friends and White Christmas Margaritas and talk stalkers, small-town conspiracies, night terrors, and children who know too much.
Episode 40: The Phantom Barber // Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dula
It’s the scapegoat episode! Patrice and Marleah drink absolutely *perfect* Manhattans and talk hair fetishes, mass hysteria, love quadrangles, murder ballads, and syphilis.
Episode 35: The Yazoo Witch // The Polk County Pot Plane
Patrice and Marleah drink good old classic mimosas and talk vengeful witch rants, quicksand, grave chains, pot, car chases, and Doosh.
Listener Lore: 04
We have a special Listener Lore from Scott at our Wetumpka Theater show, a UFO sighting by Lorrie in Mississippi, and Box-Fan Chad makes us get dust in our eyes.
Listener Lore: 03 – Rebecca K.
This Listener Lore is from New Yorker by way of Texas & Mississippi gal, Rebecca Kelly. Rebecca not only has a TON of ghostly experiences—while maintaining skepticism—but she also shares a recording of a Mississippi ghost that lived with her and her family! It's good stuff!
Episode 22: Screw you! Signed, Lavinia Fisher / Beware Evil Anorexic Werewolves with Pointy Objects
Patrice and Marleah drink sloe gin fizz and talk unmarked graves, Sweeney Todd-style dismemberment, crooked politicians, anorexic werewolves, evil thorns, and slap yo grandma.
Episode 20: The Crossroads & Robert Johnson / The Ghost that Convicted Her Killer
Bartender Courtney creates an amazing cucumber mint martini, and Patrice & Marleah talk Robert Johnson blues, nation sacks, George Burns, crossroads, "everlasting faints," exhumations and badass mama bears.
Episode 16: The Dribble Project / Let’s Learn About Leprosy!
Patrice & Marleah nerd out on history this week, with the least appropriately named government nuke project ever, the national quarantine you never knew about, and fuckin' armadillos, man. Also we welcome back Bartender Courtney and her Cuban mojitos!
Episode 13: F-ing Aliens / Mad in Mississippi
Patrice & Marleah drink too much Georgia Gin and talk about alien sex slaves, how we define the sacred in sci-fi terms, Dorothea Dix, hysteria, & social f-ing injustice y'all.
Episode 12: The Pascagoula Abduction / Audrey Marie Hilley
Patrice and Marleah sip Whiskey Sweet Tea and talk about empowering language, overweight aliens, the odds of seeing a UFO in your state, real life soap operas and human chameleons.
Episode 2: A Rose for Beu-laaahhh / The Haunting of Sloss Furnace
Patrice and Marleah talk beermosas, sleepwalking, and justified hauntings.
Episode 1: The Vanishment of Orion Williamson / Three-legged Lady
Patrice and Marleah swap unusual, bizarre, creepy, and uniquely Southern stories, personal and historical, from three-legged ghosts to female serial killers and Appalachian UFOs. And the occasional chipmunk runs amok.
