Every second Monday at midnight, a blood-faced ghost walks the ruins of Rollesby Hall — but whose blood stains his face, and whose death keeps him there, depends on who you ask.
Every second Monday at midnight, a blood-faced ghost walks the ruins of Rollesby Hall — but whose blood stains his face, and whose death keeps him there, depends on who you ask.
When a plumber’s death gives us bathroom slang and a pop star’s pomade turns him into a human torch, you know it’s going to be a weird morning. | IT HAPPENED ON THIS DATE, JANUARY 26 | The Morning Weird Darkness
From a taxidermist who collected human eyes to a killer trying to fill every square on a chessboard with a victim, these twelve serial killers didn’t just murder — they turned their crimes into something far more twisted and personal.
In the summer of 1872, when elderly drifter Franklin Evans arrived at his sister’s New Hampshire farmhouse, no one suspected that the shambling vagabond was actually a monster who had been stalking and butchering children across New England for nearly a decade—until his own grand-niece became his final victim and the truth about the unsolved Joyce murders finally came to light.
He was a drifter, a ruthless ax-murderer, and the man behind a chilling courtroom curse that seemed to claim lives long before his own execution.