They flew under the cover of darkness in bare-bones plywood biplanes. Their planes were too small to show up on radar. Radio locators were useless as the female-flying Soviet squadrons never used radios on their after-dark missions. Their bomb runs were so deadly accurate that the Nazi soldiers were terrified to the point of being afraid to light a cigarette for fear of giving away their position. They braved bullets and frostbite in the air… and skepticism and sexual harassment on the ground. From pilot, to mechanic, to officer, every one… female. They flew silently, with the only hint of their approach being the soft whooshing sound their cheaply constructed wooden planes made in the wind, a sound resembling that of a sweeping broom, thus the Germans gave them the nickname “Nachthexen”. The “Night Witches”.
As a listener of true crime podcasts, you likely are more than familiar with names like H.H. Holmes, Richard Ramirez, and Gary Ridgeway. But what happens when the serial killer hasn’t even reached adolescence?
If you were a kid reading comic books in the mid-20th century, chances are you saw ads in every issue selling x-ray vision glasses. If they worked, you could’ve been like Kuda Bux, known as “The Man with the X-Ray Eyes.”
Those who work nights are already in the creepy position of working what is called the “graveyard shift” – so you have to expect something to go wrong. If you are a security guard actively looking for something out of the ordinary during the graveyard shift, you know you’re going to go home with stories to tell.
Some people like to rise early in the morning, watch the sunrise, and greet the day head-on with a hopeful attitude. Others prefer to stay awake long into the night, bask in the silence of a sleeping world, and only rest when the first rays of sunshine peek over the horizon. But sometimes, the darkness of night can hide frightening secrets.
Rachael Rogers was putting her four-year-old son Thomas to bed when he began talking about a ‘man in his room’. Rachael was a single mum – she and Thomas lived alone – and as far as she could see, they were the only two people present, but her son was insistent, pointing at the empty spot beside her. ‘He’s there, standing next to you, look!’