The story follows the final known hours of twenty five year old Rasheem Carter, a young Mississippi man who sought help after reporting that men were chasing him. On October first, twenty twenty two, he entered the Taylorsville Police Department and told officers he feared for his life. Hours later, he made a final call to his mother, describing the same pursuit. Then he disappeared into rural land on the edge of town.

One month later, his remains were discovered in a wooded area. The condition of the discovery raised immediate concern, yet early statements from local authorities suggested no evidence of foul play. The autopsy listed the cause of death as undetermined. The family challenged every part of the official explanation. They said the findings did not match the state of the remains. They called for federal involvement. Civil rights advocates, forensic specialists, and the national media soon turned their attention to the growing contradictions.

The case became a struggle for truth, shaped by conflicting interpretations of evidence, gaps in the timeline, and unanswered questions about the response he received when he first asked for help. The search for accountability continues.

The killing of Young Dolph sent a shock through Memphis, unfolding in broad daylight at a small neighborhood bakery he supported for years. On November seventeen, twenty twenty one, two masked men stepped from a stolen white Mercedes and opened fire through the glass storefront of Makeda’s Homemade Butter Cookies. The attack lasted seconds, but the impact rippled across the entire city. Witnesses froze. Shattered glass covered the walkway. A bright afternoon turned chaotic as the getaway car sped from the scene.

Detectives immediately launched one of the most intense investigations Memphis had seen. Surveillance footage, vehicle forensics, and digital records revealed a coordinated strike carried out with precision. The recovery of the white Mercedes exposed fingerprints, clothing, and shell casings that matched what was found at the bakery. Leads pointed toward Justin Johnson and Cornelius Smith, whose movements aligned with every stage of the attack. Allegations of a possible organizer added a new layer of tension as prosecutors examined messages and timelines.

The case became more than a murder investigation. It became a portrait of a city grieving one of its most influential voices, a rapper who built his legacy through independence, resilience, and a commitment to his community. Memphis responded with vigils, murals, and quiet reflection while detectives pieced together the evidence that would lead to charges, convictions, and unanswered questions that still linger.

A quiet Chicago block becomes the center of a rapid and deadly mystery when thirty-year-old Aaren O’Malley is found unresponsive on his own porch late one warm night in twenty twenty three. Neighbors heard a handful of sharp cracks but saw no argument, no car speeding off, no warning. Police arrive within minutes, discovering shell casings on the walkway, faint shoe impressions on the steps, and a porch light flickering over a scene with no clear motive and no obvious suspect.

As detectives reconstruct the night, fragments begin to align. A shadowy figure captured on a doorbell camera. Two individuals moving quickly through the alleys. A pattern of quiet footsteps, hurried whispers, and a narrow escape route threaded between fences and backyards. Each new detail tightens the timeline and reveals the presence of more than one person on the block during those crucial minutes.

What begins as a senseless act of violence sharpens into a focused hunt for the individuals captured on grainy recordings. Through careful interviews, digital records, and synchronized footage, investigators uncover the truth buried in those last movements through the dark. The killing of Aaren O’Malley becomes a case defined by silence, shadows, and one hard question: who walked onto that porch and why did they open fire without reason.

The discovery of Stephanie Pavlons’ remains in September 2022 stunned the community of Waukesha, Wisconsin. For weeks, the 44-year-old woman had been missing, her disappearance unnoticed by most, her final whereabouts a complete mystery. Then, in a quiet strip of woods beside a bustling medical center, construction workers uncovered her skeletal remains — hidden under layers of leaves, branches, and time.

Investigators arrived to a scene filled with contradictions. Stephanie had been found only steps away from one of the busiest areas in the city, yet no one had seen or heard anything. Her body showed no obvious signs of trauma. The environment offered no clear clues about how she had died or why she was there. With decomposition far advanced, forensic answers were limited. What remained were questions that pointed toward a chilling possibility: someone may have placed her there deliberately.

The case became a haunting puzzle. Stephanie had no reason to be in that location. She had no medical appointments, no connection to the area, and no history that explained her presence in the woods. Detectives pieced together what little they could, tracing her movements, talking to those who knew her, and exploring every possible scenario — from an accidental death to a concealed homicide.

As weeks turned into months, the investigation stalled, overshadowed by uncertainty and the unsettling realization that a woman could vanish, die, and lie unnoticed beside a major public building. Stephanie’s story is a stark reminder of the fragility of life, the gaps in our systems, and the disturbing truth that some mysteries remain hidden even in the most visible places.

This story examines the tragic death of five-year-old Elijah De La Cruz, a Colorado child whose final morning revealed the devastating consequences of missed warnings and unconnected alerts within the child-protection system. The narrative follows the real events of January 2023, beginning with the tense 911 call and the paramedics’ discovery that Elijah’s injuries did not match the explanation they were given. As investigators traced backward through the months leading up to his death, they uncovered scattered signs—bruises explained away, school observations noted but not escalated, a prior welfare check that found no visible danger, and a home environment marked by conflict.

Through verified facts, interviews, medical findings, and agency records, the story reveals how isolated warnings failed to trigger meaningful intervention. The chapter climaxes with the medical examiner’s report, the arrest of the mother’s boyfriend, and the public reckoning that followed. This is a sober, factual, and human-focused documentary that explores not only how Elijah died but how the system meant to protect him lost sight of the danger gathering around him.

This documentary-style narrative reconstructs the fatal April 11, 2021 shooting of twenty-year-old Daunte Wright during a routine traffic stop in Brooklyn Center, Minnesota. Through calm, detailed storytelling, it follows the encounter from its ordinary beginning—expired tags, a brief conversation, standard procedures—to the sudden escalation at the driver’s door where Officer Kim Potter drew her handgun instead of her Taser and fired a single deadly shot.

The story widens beyond the moment of the shooting, portraying Wright as a young father and son, Potter as a veteran officer with decades of service, and investigators as they piece together every second of the event through footage, evidence, and expert analysis. Their findings set the stage for a high-stakes manslaughter trial that placed questions of training, negligence, race, accountability, and police reform at the center of national attention.

By following the decision to charge Potter, the court proceedings, the jury’s verdict, and the community’s response, the narrative reveals how one traffic stop grew into a defining case—an event that pushed forward debates about policing and sparked new efforts to prevent everyday encounters from becoming deadly.

This case is as haunting as it is heartbreaking. At the center is Phoenix “Phe” Spencer-Horn, a 21-year-old woman whose compassion made her a lifeline for others. Friends described her as someone who radiated warmth, someone who always rose above hardship and carried people through their darkest moments. She was young, full of potential, and loved deeply by the community around her.

But behind closed doors, Phoenix’s marriage was collapsing under hidden tensions. On November 16th, she was murdered inside her home. For two days, her husband lived with the reality of what he had done. On November 18th, he finally dialed 999 and told the operator, with chilling calmness, “I had a psychotic break and killed my wife.”

This episode unravels the timeline of those two days, the psychological fracture that led to the killing, and the disturbing behavior that followed the crime. We explore who Phoenix was—her friendships, her kindness, her dreams—and the devastating impact her loss had on everyone who knew her. Through witness accounts, statements from close friends like Miss Scotland finalist Grace McCabe, and expert insight into impulsive domestic violence homicides, we examine how love can twist into fear, control, and deadly desperation.

It is one of the darkest stories we’ve ever covered, not only because of the brutality of the act, but because Phoenix’s life was defined by hope, resilience, and a future she never got the chance to reach.

A 30-year-old Texas teacher, Emily Lambert, vanished during what should have been a simple weekend getaway. She had traveled to New Mexico to spend time with her new boyfriend, Robert Earley. According to Earley, the couple shared drinks at a local bar before an argument broke out, sending Emily storming out into the night. She was never seen alive again. Two days later, her body was discovered on a remote ranch in Loving, raising chilling questions about what really happened during those missing hours. In this episode of Crimetastic, we investigate the timeline, the shifting stories, the forensic clues, and the truth behind Emily Lambert’s tragic final night.