Episode 203: The Mysterious Disappearance of Brittanee Drexel

Brittanee Drexel was 17 years old when two girls, Alanna Lippa and Jennifer Oberer, invited her to go on spring break with them. The girls were from Chili New York and were planning to head to Myrtle beach for a long weekend. Brittanee’s mom, Dawn Drexel, told her she couldn’t go because she didn’t know the girls Brittanee would be going with and was afraid something bad would happen. Britanee told her mom she was just staying with friends for the weekend instead, but really she went out to Myrtle Beach, and disappeared within 2 days. There are many horrible theories as to what happened to Brittanee that will break your heart. But it’s an important story to tell, in the hopes justice will someday be served.

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I'll start off by saying that I have never been disappointed by this story waving duo. Their charm, honesty and humor makes cutting through gruesome details... enjoyable, even though that is horrible to type. I've learned alot from these podcast; mainly that fresh air is for dead people but also that Ash thinks that clausible is plausible. Jk. All kidding aside, I feel horrible for all family and friends that have lived through these tragedies but hopefully with A & A's help, their respective audiences will think twice about leaving windows open, driving with strangers and walking alone at night. Viva la morbid!