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Hold onto your spaghetti, folks. J and Kai are back with another chaotic crawl through the weirdest corners of old newspaper archives.

We kick things off with a headline that makes Kai’s smile vanish in real time: A Bat in Her Stomach. Yes, you read that right. A woman allegedly carried a bat in her belly for seven years before emitting it... and that’s just the start of the body horror buffet.

Then, it's a family food feud for the ages as a furious Italian shares her real meatball and spaghetti recipe after Rudolph Valentino’s version made her blood boil. J and Kai not only dish on the recipe, they consider cooking it up themselves. (Measure with your heart, they say but what if your heart is dramatic?)

From there, things get... chewy. We head to a nursing home where participants built and raced fully edible cars made of cucumbers, meatballs, and bread loaves. Who needs Mario Kart when you've got macaroni mufflers?

Redneck culture takes the spotlight with a colorful deep dive into the chaos of the Lone Cabbage Fish Camp. Gator bites, frog torsos, airboat rides, and a taxidermied Bigfoot head all await. Yes, there’s a fashion critique too.

But that’s not all! We meet:

• A goat arrested for butting doors in search of sandwiches
• A lost racing turtle who sparked an adorable investigation
• A parrot held for profanity, who beat the charges by singing a hymn
• And a Canadian UFO club who found... a porcupine (close enough)

Whether you're cleaning the house, chilling on the toilet, or deep in a frog leg-induced food coma, this episode is your perfect dose of weird history. It’s weird, it’s warm, and it’s 100% Old News Nonsense.

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This week on Chambers of the Occult, we’re joined by special guests Brent and Talia from Chillworthy for a crossover unlike any other where they take the wheel and guide us through one of the most chilling and controversial cases in recent true crime history: the death of Tamla Horsford.

What was meant to be a casual adult slumber party with wine, football moms, and laughter ended in tragedy, and left a trail of questions no one seems eager to answer. Tamla, the only Black woman at the party, was found dead in the backyard the following morning. It was ruled an accident, but too many details refuse to fall in line.

Together we peel back the layers:

• The eerie 911 call that felt far too calm.
• The autopsy inconsistencies, including unexplained injuries.
• The social dynamics of the party—how race, privilege, and silence may have played a role.
• The Xanax and alcohol mix, and whether that tells the whole story.
• And the family’s continued fight for answers and justice.

Brent and Talia help us dive deep into the murky waters of this case bringing empathy, sharp insight, and their signature Chillworthy tone. This episode isn’t just about true crime it’s about how justice can be delayed, distorted, and denied.

It started as a night of fun, but ended in a nightmare. Light a candle, stay curious, and prepare to dive into a case where every answer leads to more questions… and justice remains just out of reach.

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This week on Chambers of the Occult, we bring the curtain down on a killer's final act and light the fuse on one of the strangest cryptid encounters you’ve never heard of.

J returns to center ring with Part Two of the chilling saga of Grady Stiles Jr., the infamous Lobster Boy. Now charged with murder, Grady’s life twists even further into spectacle and scandal. From courtroom manipulation to carnival revenge, this true crime tale takes its darkest turn yet. Abuse, betrayal, and a murder-for-hire plot all collide in a finale that proves karma doesn’t need claws, it just needs patience. Justice may not have worn a badge, but it came armed and vengeful.

Then, Kai lifts us out of the darkness and into the skies, sort of. In Van Meter, Iowa, in 1903, townsfolk reported something bizarre: a nine-foot bat-winged creature with a blinding beam of light shooting from its forehead. It left strange footprints, reeked of decay, and shrugged off shotgun blasts like dust. Was it a dinosaur? A demon? A misunderstood cryptid parent on a stroll? Known only as The Van Meter Visitor, this case is strange, sweet, and slightly smelly.

One tale ends with a killer in a recliner.
The other begins with a beam in the sky.
And both will leave you wondering what really hides in plain sight.