Lock your doors and check your attic, because this week HMMC is tackling the ultimate "the-call-is-coming-from-inside-the-house" true crime classic. We’re going back to 1922 Bavaria to the Hinterkaifeck farm, where a killer didn't just break in—they moved in.

Imagine finding strange footprints leading from the woods to your door, but none leading back out. Imagine hearing footsteps in your ceiling for days and finding a newspaper you never bought. Now imagine your entire family being lured into a barn one by one to meet a pickaxe-wielding nightmare.

This episode is a fever dream of 1920s chaos, including:

• The Ultimate Red Flag: Andreas Gruber literally told neighbors someone was living in his walls, then went back inside to take a nap. (Bold strategy, Cotton).
• A "Complicated" Family Tree: Let’s just say the "Forbidden Fruit" wasn't just a metaphor on this farm.
• The Long Weekend: The most chilling part? The killer stayed for three days after the murders, feeding the cows and cooking meals while the bodies chilled in the barn.
• The Suspect Lineup: From a "resurrected" dead husband to a neighbor with a serious grudge and a very specific toolset.

The police botched it, the skulls went missing, and 100 years later, we’re still asking: Who was in the attic?

Strap in, HMMC fans. This one is dark, dusty, and deeply disturbing.

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Grab your favorite "emotional support" beverage and buckle up, because today the Hot Mess Murder Club is diving into the absolute fever dream that is the University of Idaho 4 case.

We’re heading to Moscow, Idaho—a town so quiet that a stolen bicycle used to be front-page news—until November 13, 2022, when things went from "charming college town" to "low-budget horror movie" real quick.

• 01:45 AM: Xana Kernodle and Ethan Chapin roll back from a frat party. Standard.

• 01:56 AM: Maddie Mogen and Kaylee Goncalves get dropped off after a late-night Grub Truck run (because carbonara is life).

• 04:00 AM: Xana gets a DoorDash delivery. Yes, she was literally on TikTok while a literal monster was lurking in the hallway. Modern tragedy at its finest.

• 04:12 AM: The "unhinged" begins.
• The Aftermath: Four students gone, a surviving roommate who saw a "bushy-browed" man and then—in a move we relate to but cannot legally recommend—just went back to sleep, and a 911 call that didn't happen until noon. Noon, guys.

Imagine being a PhD student in Criminology and being this bad at crime. We’re talking:

1. Leaving your DNA on a knife sheath like a literal business card.
2. Driving your very recognizable White Hyundai Elantra past the crime scene like you’re doing laps for a fitness app.
3. Turning your phone off during the murders but then turning it back on to go back to the scene at 9:00 AM for a "quick look-see."

We’re breaking down the trial that wasn't, the 2025 guilty plea that saved his neck from the needle, and why his "spartan" apartment was exactly as depressing as you’d imagine. It's a chronological descent into madness, delivered with the heavy dose of sarcasm this "mastermind" deserves.

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**WARNING: This video contains real crime scene photos. Please consider this before viewing**

This week, we’re taking a deep, sixty-minute dive into the absolute dumpster fire that was Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander. From their meeting at a literal multi-level marketing convention (because of course) to the 2008 shower scene that was less Psycho and more "I'm a pathological liar with a disposable camera," we’re tracing every chronological step of this psychological train wreck.

Jodi didn't just cross the line; she snorted the line, did a headstand on it, and then sued the line for emotional damages. We’re breaking down the Mormon-adjacent horniness, the "oopsie" digital camera recovery, and the sheer, unadulterated gall it takes to dye your hair brown to look "studious" while your own snapshots prove you’re a butcher.

The highlight of this episode involves the sheer, unhinged audacity Jodi displayed while sitting in a cold interrogation room. We’re analyzing that legendary footage from ABC15 Arizona—you know, the one where the detectives leave the room and Jodi decides it’s the perfect time for a mid-murder-investigation workout.

While most people would be weeping or calling a lawyer, Jodi was:

• Doing Headstands: Because nothing screams "I didn't slit a throat" like showing off your core strength to a security camera while being the primary suspect in a gruesome homicide.
• A One-Woman Concert: Belting out Dido and Christmas carols like she’s at a very lonely, very incriminating karaoke bar.
• The "Two Intruders" Fairytale: We're tearing apart her initial, laughably bad "masked intruder" story—before she realized the DNA evidence was literally screaming her name and pivoted to "self-defense."

This isn't just a murder case; it’s a masterclass in manipulation, bad acting, and why you should never trust someone who brings three gas cans on a road trip. Grab your favorite toxic beverage and join us as we figure out how one woman managed to turn a courtroom into a three-ring circus for 18 straight days of testimony.

Interrogation room video source:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oy_EW-25cuw

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Buckle up, besties, because this week on Hot Mess Murder Club, we’re heading to Italy to meet the woman who took "protective boy mom" to a level that makes helicopter parents look like chill hippies. Meet Leonarda Cianciulli, the "Soap Maker of Correggio," a woman who decided that the best way to keep her son out of World War II was—naturally—human sacrifice. Because why pray for a draft deferment when you can just turn the lady next door into a lovely lavender-scented bar of soap? We’re breaking down the absolute fever dream of Leonarda’s life, starting with the mother of all curses (literally) and moving through 17 pregnancies that left her a bit... let’s say intense about her surviving offspring.

In this hour-long dive into the most unhinged kitchen in 1930s Europe, we’re following the chronological chaos of how Leonarda hand-picked three "friends" who were looking for a fresh start and gave them a permanent one. We get into the gritty, factual, and deeply upsetting details of her "boutique of horrors," where she promised these women marriages and jobs but delivered a copper cauldron and a very sharp axe instead. If you thought Martha Stewart was the queen of DIY, wait until you hear how Leonarda processed Faustina, Francesca, and Virginia. We’re talking full-scale alchemical "upcycling"—draining blood, boiling fat, and adding just enough cologne to make sure the neighbors didn't notice the smell of homicide coming from the stovetop.

But wait, it gets "crumbled" from there. We’re dissecting the part of the story that will make you never want to attend a neighborhood potluck again: the tea biscuits. Leonarda wasn’t just a soap maker; she was a baker with a very "organic" secret ingredient. She famously bragged that her final victim—a former soprano—made for the "creamiest" soap and the "crunchiest" cakes. She served these to her neighbors, her son, and probably herself while she plotted her next move. We’ll walk through the sheer audacity of her "defense" during the trial, where she basically acted as her own forensic consultant, correcting the prosecution on the most efficient way to dismantle a human body. It’s a story of superstition, soap-making, and the most literal "Hot Mess" in true crime history.

Buckle up, Bitches, because this week the Hot Mess Murder Club is heading to 1930s Sydney, Australia. Where the nightlife was vibrant, the gangsters were messy, and the sharks were apparently serving as unpaid forensic investigators.

We’re diving deep into the Shark Arm Case—a story that starts with a captive tiger shark at the Coogee Aquarium feeling a bit nauseous and ends with a severed limb, a high-speed boat chase, and a victim who was definitely hanging out with the wrong crowd.

In this hour-long descent into madness, we’ll track how a single tattooed arm (still tied with rope, because aesthetic) led police into a sprawling underworld of forgery, drug smuggling, and the kind of "accidents" that only happen when you hang out with people like James Smith and Patrick Brady. It’s a chronological disaster of epic proportions featuring:

• A shark with the ultimate "I shouldn't have eaten that" story.
• Reginald Holmes, a family man/boat builder/criminal mastermind who couldn't even commit suicide correctly on the first try.
• A murder investigation where the police actually pulled off some top-tier forensic work, including the stomach-churning "gloving" method to get fingerprints off a waterlogged hand.

Grab your favorite cocktail (or a bucket, if you’re squeamish), and let’s figure out how a shark managed to solve a crime better than the actual criminals could hide it.

Quick correction for the perfectionists: During the episode, we mentioned a trunk being found at the Candy Cottage—that was a total hallucination. The trunk was never found. What the police actually stumbled upon was a tin of kerosene that looked suspiciously like it was mixed with blood. We love a flammable forensic nightmare! Our bad.

- k&h.

This week on Hot Mess Murder Club, Kat and Holly take you back to 2012 — when online dating was thriving, boundaries were “clearly communicated,” and absolutely no one thought a casual situationship could spiral into a multi-year psychological nightmare.

Dave Kroupa just wanted something light.
No commitment. No drama. No moving in.

You know. The famous last words.

Enter two women.
One intense, one steady.
And within weeks, one of them disappears.

Except she doesn’t exactly… go away.

Dave’s phone starts lighting up with threats. Then more threats. Then thousands of messages describing where he is in real time. Cars get vandalized. Tires get slashed. A fake obituary pops up. A brick flies through a window. A house burns down.

Totally normal breakup behavior.

For three straight years, the harassment escalates while police juggle a missing person case and a stalking investigation that refuses to behave logically. No confirmed sightings. No clear physical trail. Just digital chaos and a narrative that seems airtight… until it doesn’t.

Kat walks you through the timeline.
Holly tears apart the logic.
And together they try to make sense of a case where everyone thinks they know who the villain is.

Spoiler: It’s not that simple.

This one is messy.
It’s obsessive.
It’s manipulative.
And it proves that sometimes the scariest thing isn’t what you see… it’s what you’re told to believe.

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We are back in Belle Haven, where the hedges are trimmed, the lawyers are expensive, and the truth has been sitting in a gated community for twenty years.

Part Two is where Kat and Holly peel back the layers that Part One only hinted at. The secret inquiry. The Élan School testimony that detonated everything. Classmates describing late-night “confessions” that were shrugged off for years until suddenly they weren’t. A sealed probable cause report quietly sliding across a judge’s desk. And then, just like that, an arrest warrant for a “male juvenile” tied to one of the most powerful families in America.

Kat walks you through the legal maneuvering that made this possible, from juvenile court strategy to how prosecutors bypassed a public grand jury and moved in silence. Because when the system wants to move quietly, it absolutely can.

Holly takes the suspect section and does what she does best: dismantles it. The changing timelines. The evolving statements. The convenient gaps in memory. The difference between teenage bravado and a confession. And how privilege can slow an investigation down to a crawl… but it doesn’t always stop it.

This episode digs into the arrest, the media frenzy, the Kennedy-adjacent pressure cooker, and the courtroom battle that followed. It’s about reputation versus reality. Loyalty versus accountability. And how long a community can protect its own before the cracks become impossible to ignore.

At the center of all of it is Martha. Fifteen years old. Bludgeoned with a golf club that broke into pieces on impact. Left under a pine tree while the adults argued about optics.

Part Two isn’t neat. It isn’t clean. It’s legal gray areas, old money tension, and a case that refused to stay buried.

Because sometimes justice doesn’t arrive quickly.
Sometimes it limps in decades later, dragging the truth behind it.

Halloween 1975. Belle Haven, Connecticut. A gated waterfront community so polished it practically smells like generational wealth and suppressed scandal. It’s Mischief Night, and teenagers are running around egging houses, flirting, and pretending they’re not growing up too fast.

By sunrise, 15-year-old Martha Moxley is dead in her own backyard.

In Part One, Kat and Holly take you inside the illusion. The manicured lawns. The Kennedy-adjacent neighbors. The Skakel house just steps away. What started as harmless Mischief Night fun turns into one of the most infamous unsolved murders in American history. A shattered golf club. A body hidden beneath low pine branches. A patrol officer doing a casual flashlight sweep like he’s checking for raccoons instead of a missing teenage girl.

We break down the timeline minute by minute. Who Martha was. Who she was with that night. Who she was last seen talking to. And how, somehow, in a neighborhood full of wealth and influence, the investigation seemed to stall before it ever truly began.

This isn’t just a whodunit. It’s a case soaked in privilege, delayed justice, and the kind of silence that only money can buy.

Part One sets the stage for a decades-long fight over truth, accountability, and whether power can bend reality itself.

All true crime. No chill.