Shadows of Jim Crow: The Atlanta Ripper and the Women the City Forgot

Séance Girl Summer: Talking to the Dead So You Don’t Have To

Before women could vote, preach, or clap back publicly, some of them found a loophole: Light a candle. Hold hands. And blame any controversial opinion on a spirit.  In this episode of Bygone Echoes, we’re summoning the séance squad - and one chaotic mystic icon - who turned grief into protest and turned “just a silly little parlor game” into full-blown social rebellion. * We've got a teen medium dropping hot takes from dead philosophers. * A disabled abolitionist preaching freedom from her sickbed. * A presidential candidate talking free love and ghost politics. * And one Black occultist who said, “What if magic, sex, and racial justice all belonged in the same spellbook?” Spoiler: * Someone gets arrested. * Someone gets erased. * And someone produces ectoplasm in ways I sincerely regret Googling. Because when the system says no? Sometimes you just say, “Let’s see what the spirits have to say about that.”

Shadows of Jim Crow: The Atlanta Ripper and the Women the City Forgot

Atlanta, 1911. Black women like Rosa Trice are turning up dead, again and again, and the city barely flinches. No headlines. No suspects. No justice. Just silence. But this episode? We’re dragging that silence into the daylight. Because when the history books forget… we remember. Throw in some zombies, a house that suspiciously vanished, and the kind of systemic racism that still hits way too close to home. And yeah, it gets real. Not your grandma’s ghost story.

The Devil's Dirty Dozen

Black cats. Broken mirrors. Spilled salt. Lucky charms stuffed in your pocket like a goblin.  Superstitions aren’t just spooky little habits! They’re survival stories in disguise. In Episode 13, we crack open 13 infamous beliefs — the Devil’s Dirty Dozen — and trace the fears, rituals, and side-eye superstition that kept our ancestors alive (and kinda paranoid). From haunted mirrors to Hoodoo mojo bags, this episode explores the rituals we still cling to when life feels unhinged. Are they silly? Sacred? Or both? You may not believe in superstitions....but you still knock on wood, don’t you?  😏

A River Runs Greedy: The Johnstown Flood of 1889

Welcome to Gilded Age Pennsylvania, where steel tycoons are cosplaying wilderness men, the rich are allergic to accountability, and a 40-foot wall of water is about to become the worst “I told you so” in American history. It’s 1889, and the South Fork Dam is hanging on by literal straw while the sky dumps 10 inches of rain like it’s trying to make a point. When the dam breaks? Johnstown is erased in minutes. Fire. Barbed wire. Mud. Death. In this episode of Bygone Echoes, we uncover how a bunch of billionaires with zero engineering skills accidentally committed mass manslaughter—then just… ghosted. No lawsuits. No jail. Just yachts. This is a story of disaster, denial, and ducklings (yes, really). Featuring mattress-floating survivors, a brick house that didn’t stand strong, and the birth of American disaster relief—because someone had to clean up after capitalism’s tantrum. Greed caused it. The people survived it. History remembers it. Kinda.

Nothing Really Matters… Except This Song

What is Bohemian Rhapsody even about? Regret? Fate? Random murder? My kid hit me with that question in the car, and I had to face the truth—I had no idea. So in this episode of Bygone Echoes, we’re exploring one of my favorite topics—music! We’ll rewind to 1975: a time of global chaos, disco rebellion, funk power, and rock bands getting extra (looking at you, Led Zeppelin). And at the center of it all? The weird, chaotic genius of Queen’s most legendary song. Record labels told Queen a six-minute rock opera was career suicide, and Freddie Mercury said, "Bet." Along the way, I’ll unpack my own late-blooming love for the song, the music that shaped me, and why Bohemian Rhapsody still hits like an emotional freight train. So get ready—we’re about to figure out why this song refuses to die, even if none of us know what it means.