The Serial Killer Podcast

In the final chapter of our 10-year anniversary series, we follow HH Holmes to the end of the road: the murder of his accomplice Benjamin Pitezel in Philadelphia, and the long, deceitful journey with three of the Pitezel children who never came home. As the Pinkertons and detective Frank Geyer close in, the 'Murder Castle' is torn open, Holmes stands trial and is hanged at Moyamensing Pris...

Tonight we continue our 10-year anniversary series on the Devil in the White City himself, HH Holmes. In October 1893, Chicago's mayor Carter Harrison is assassinated just as the World's Columbian Exposition draws to a close, and the glittering White City begins to crumble. Meanwhile, Holmes' downfall begins as the true depth of his depravity comes to light. Patreon: https://www.patreo...

In this 10-year anniversary episode, we continue the HH Holmes story into 1892 Chicago as the World's Columbian Exposition approaches. His half-finished hotel at 63rd and Wallace becomes the setting for a familiar pattern—and for Emeline Cigrand, the young stenographer whose disappearance would leave behind more evidence than any case connected to him before his arrest. Patreon: https://www.pa...

Chicago, 1886. A charming young doctor arrives in a city where nobody knows his past—and quickly begins building a future of deception, ambition and murder. In this second episode of the HH Holmes saga, we follow his rise in Chicago, the creation of the infamous building that would later become known as the “Murder Castle,” and the disappearance of Julia Smythe and her young daughter Pearl. But ho...

To celebrate ten years of The Serial Killer Podcast, we begin a special series on one of America’s most infamous killers: H.H. Holmes. Against the dazzling backdrop of the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair, we trace the early life of Herman Webster Mudgett and his transformation into the charming doctor, con man and murderer the world would come to know as H.H. Holmes. Patreon :  https://www.patreon....

In the gripping conclusion to the Bradley Robert Edwards / Claremont serial killer saga , police finally put a name and face to the man they had hunted for more than two decades. Follow the extraordinary DNA breakthrough that led to Edwards’ dramatic arrest, the disturbing secrets uncovered from his past, and the marathon trial that finally delivered justice for Jane Rimmer and Ciara Glennon. A ch...

He attacked her from behind, one arm looping around her body while his right hand forced a cloth gag into her mouth, silencing her before she had time to understand what was happening. Davis, seated on a wheeled office chair, was terrified, certain in that moment that her life was in danger. Her attacker was tall and powerfully built, and he had come prepared, cable ties already sitting ready in h...

Victims were chosen opportunistically but matched specific fantasy criteria involving age, appearance, and physical build. Nothing was left to chance. He would prepare a specialized kit with tools, restraints, and tape, carrying it in his vehicle. The profile painted a solo operator; he was intelligent, strategic, lived within about five kilometers of Claremont, and was intimately familiar with it...

Police had at this time gained tunnel vision regarding a suspect named Lance Williams. He had volunteered, insisted actually, on being given a polygraph test. He supposedly failed this test as it showed anomalous scores after he was asked if he was a serial killer. Here I would like to pause for a brief moment, dear listener, and comment on something. Polygraph testing should, in my humble opinion...

The long-running investigation into the Claremont killings reaches its climax as advances in forensic technology finally yield a breakthrough. Detectives re-examine cold evidence from the attacks, uncovering a crucial DNA link that points to a seemingly ordinary local man—Bradley Robert Edwards—who had been hiding in plain sight for decades. Patreon :  https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerp...

He grabbed her and slammed her head against the brick wall repeatedly, at least six times by her account, while simultaneously attempting to tear her skirt from her body. She told the officers from 79 Division who took her statement that she had believed, with complete and terrifying certainty, that she was going to be raped or killed. She fought back with everything she had. The struggle was noti...

When she was close enough, he came out of the dark behind her with a violence that gave her no time to think or react; he drove her face-first into the grass with enough force to knock the breath from her body. Before she could scream, before she could roll or kick or run, he had flipped her onto her back, dropped his full weight onto her stomach, and shoved a cloth deep into her mouth. Then he wr...

The crimes were escalating. In November 1968, he was caught peeping through a woman's bedroom window in the dead of night, and not just watching. He was caught pleasuring himself while spying on her, his violation of her privacy turning into something more sinister. In 1969, he broke into a Cincinnati beauty salon and stole twenty-one wigs worth over thirteen hundred dollars, a strange crime that...

The killings began on the 15th of September 1986. The first victim was a 71-year-old woman whose name has never been officially released to the public, a decision perhaps made to protect the dignity of her grieving family in a conservative society. She was found the following morning in a field near Taean township in Hwaseong County. Her body lay face-up among the late-summer stubble of a harveste...

A cryptic message hinted at a possible connection between the victims and a shadowy figure. The hunt intensified as the task force followed the trail of clues, navigating the intricate web woven by the perpetrator. Detective James Rodriguez's forensic expertise played a pivotal role. He uncovered a chilling pattern in the crime scenes, linking the intricate knots used to bind the victims Patreon :...

Death by cyanide ingestion is one of the most rapid and merciless forms of poisoning, unfolding like a sudden cellular blackout that starves the body of energy even while oxygen floods the bloodstream. It is not the gentle, drifting unconsciousness of some toxins; it is a violent hijacking of the mitochondria—the power plants inside every cell—leading to histotoxic hypoxia, where tissues literally...

His hand came close to her face and she bit down into the thick flesh of his thumb with everything she had. She tasted blood; warm and metallic; and her jaw locked in a muscle spasm she could not control, her teeth sunk deep into him. They struggled in the dimness, an almost absurd tableau of a massive man trying to shake free from a woman less than half his size who had her teeth in him and would...

Jack the Ripper terrorized Whitechapel in the fall of 1888, killing at least five prostitutes—the canonical five: Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes, and Kelly. Brutal murders with throat cuts and surgical mutilations. Police received taunting letters, including the infamous “From Hell” with a piece of kidney, but the killer was never identified. He vanished as suddenly as he appeared. One of histo...

They found her on the roof. Her car was parked perfectly between the lines, the doors locked, the keys gone. It was a ghost vehicle. Inside, her textbooks sat on the seat, waiting for a student who was never coming back. There were no signs of a fight, no broken glass, no blood on the upholstery. The car was as clean as Karen’s reputation. Forensic technicians took the car to the lab and went over...

Her car was found parked in a rest area on the road leading up to the Santiam Pass just north of Albany, Oregon, and slightly east of the I-5. The red-and-white Rambler had no external damage, and it was locked. No blood. No sign of struggle. There were a few personal items belonging to Jan Whitney. There were no keys. In processing the Rambler, state police I.D. technicians lifted a good latent p...

He swung into an overgrown driveway and killed the engine beside a deserted farmhouse. Gray weathered siding, wind whistling through broken windows—no neighbours, no help for miles. Without a sound, Jerry hauled her out and started beating her. Fists hammered her face, her breasts. Blood filled her mouth, warm and metallic. She screamed anyway, knowing it probably wouldn't matter. He tore at her c...

His fetish expanded beyond footwear to encompass various forms of feminine undergarments and intimate apparel. He became fascinated with brassieres, panties, girdles, and the complex systems of garters and stockings that women used to maintain their appearance. Jerome developed an intense appreciation for the texture and feel of these soft fabrics, finding them almost as compelling as the high-hee...

He was breathing heavily, although it had taken so little effort to swing the length of two-by-four against her head and feel the satisfying impact when it hit. She had dropped like a stone, collapsing without a sound beyond the initial thud. He knelt beside her and checked to see if she was still breathing. He thought he detected a slight movement in her ribs. And then he placed both his hands ar...

Blake rested his hand on his service revolver, weighing the morality of gunning Boone down on the courthouse steps, when he heard the news. Boone didn’t have the cash. He possessed neither valuables sufficient to pawn nor property to offer a money lender. By the end of the day, during which he had performed some truly fantastic work, Mr. Bishop began questioning whether he would ever receive payme...

His first victim stood blind drunk, pissing on the side of the trading post. Boone simply strolled up behind him, placed the pistol barrel to his nape, and pulled the trigger. Patreon :  https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcast Website : https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.com Facebook :  https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcast Instagram :  https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerp...