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According to the Crime Museum, an intricate system of chutes and elevators enabled Holmes to transport his victims' bodies to the Chicago building's basement, which was purportedly equipped with a dissecting table, stretching rack and crematory. In the killer's own I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer. No more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing. And if anyone is going to stick around after death to haunt people, it's someone who had the devil in him. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Welcome, Weirdos. I'm Darren Marlar and this is Weird Darkness. Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, the strange and bizarre, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved and unexplained. Coming up in this episode. A woman tries to save the soul of her daughter, believing her to be possessed, but her solution to drive out the demon was to murder her daughter using a holy crucifix. What's worse than proclaiming yourself to be a supernatural being and starting your own cult? How about telling your followers you are God so you can do drugs and have sex with teenage girls? It's the disturbing true story of the cult called the group. Shrunken heads, believe it or not, they are real and some tribal peoples create them even today from real human heads. But why do it at all? We'll look at the reality behind shrunken heads, the reason they are created and even how they are created. A terrifying series of paranormal activities invade a family's home in Wales. Tenome is a Japanese urban legend, but a blind man who was robbed and murdered is dying wish to have eyes on his hands so he could see. Unsolved mysteries are intriguing simply because they are unsolved. That's why we're so fascinated by stories of people disappearing without a trace, but one man's disappearance is so bizarre, so weird that upon hearing the story you'll be scratching your head wondering what the heck you just heard. But first, it's one of the most infamous and macabre subjects of Chicago history. It even served as inspiration for TV's American horror story, Hotel. It's what has become known as the Murder Castle, where serial killer H. H. Holmes committed his monstrous crimes. But even today, Holmes continues to terrify in spectral form. We begin with that story. If you're new here, welcome to the show, and if you're already a member of this weirdo family, please take a moment and invite someone else to listen. Recommending Weird Darkness to others helps make it possible for me to keep doing the show. And while you're listening, be sure to check out WeirdDarkness.com where you can send in your own personal paranormal stories. 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The Hotel Cortez and the fifth season American Horror Story Hotel is said to be based on the structure that H.H. Holmes designed for killing and torturing people, also called Murder Castle. One of the most notorious tracts of land in Chicago is the small block along 63rd Street, where H.H. Holmes, America's serial killer, once built his Castle for Murder. When in 1887, Herman W. Mudget, alias H.H. Holmes, was hired as a shopkeeper in a drug store in Chicago's Englewood neighborhood, he'd been officially missing for two years. Still, a very young man, but not quite 30-year-old Holmes had already substantially ruined his life. About a decade earlier, he'd married local girl Clara Lovering and settled down in New York for a time where he worked as a schoolteacher, before hearing the call of higher education. Holmes moved with Clara to Michigan where he began medical school. The couple's time together was brief, however. Holmes sent his young wife, H.H., to her New Hampshire family and soon after he was thrown out of school for stealing cadavers from the college anatomy lab and criminally charged for using them in insurance scams. He then disappeared. A year later, Holmes was hired in Englewood and his boss, a woman by the name of Holden, soon went missing herself. Though family members, friends and fellow business people were alarmed, Holmes explained that Holden had decided to move to California and had sold the business to him. Holmes wasted no time in finding a second wife, ignoring the fact that his pending divorce from Clara Lovering was stuck in the legal system and thus not finalized. His new fiance, Myrtle Belknap, was the daughter of North Shore Big Shot John Belknap. Two years after their wedding, Belknap left Holmes. Their marriage had been an odd one at best. Myrtle lived in Wilmette with her family, while Holmes continued to live on the city's south side. After his second wife's walkout, Holmes began construction of an enormous hotel on the property that he purchased across from the old Holden drugstore. With money from further insurance scams, Holmes raised his Englewood castle to awesome heights. Plans for the hotel, however, resembled a funhouse of some sort. The triple-story wonder contained 60 rooms, trap doors, hidden staircases, windowless chambers, laundry shoots accessed from the floors, and a stairway that led to a precipice overlooking the house's back alley. In only a year, the World's Fair Hotel was completed, and its owner sent out word that many of its plentiful rooms would be available to out-of-town visitors to the Columbian Exposition. And so, the horror began. Detectives and later scholars surmised that a high number of the Fair's attendees met gruesome ends at the hands of Holmes in the hotel that he built as a giant torture chamber. It was later discovered that the building contained walls fitted with blow torches, gassing devices, and other monstrosities. The basement was furnished with a dissecting table and vats of acid and lime. Alarms in his guest room alerted Holmes to escape attempts. Some researchers believe that many were kept prisoner for weeks or even months before being killed by their diabolical innkeeper. Others believe Holmes was not really into killing. It was all for the money. Along with his hotel of horrors, Holmes had other ways of attracting victims. Placing ads in city papers, he offered attractive jobs to attractive young women. Insisting on the top secret nature of the work, the location, and his own identity, he promised good pay for silence. In the competitive world of turn of the century Chicago, there were many takers. Far from satiated, Holmes also advertised for a new wife, luring hopeful and destitute girls with his business stature in securing their trust with what must have been an irresistible charm. After disposing of numerous potential employees and fiancés in his chambers of terror, Holmes decided to seriously find another mate. In 1893, he proposed to many Williams, the daughter of a Texas Realty King. Williams shared Holmes' violent nature and lawless attitude. Soon after they met, Williams killed her sister with a chair. Her understanding, empathic fiancée, dumped the body into Lake Michigan. Yet the two were not to live horrifically ever after. Holmes employees Julia Connor and her daughter Pearl were distraught at the news that their boss would be taking a new wife. Julia had been smitten with Holmes at the expense of her own marriage, and she and Pearl had worked with her employer to pull off a number of his insurance swindles. Not long after objecting to the coming union, Julia and Pearl disappeared. When Julia's husband Ned came calling for them, Holmes told him that his family had moved to another state. In reality, Julia's alarm over Holmes' imminent marriage stemmed not only from mere longing, but from the fact that she was pregnant with his child. Her death was the result of an abortion that Holmes had performed himself. Stuck with Pearl as an annoying witness, he poisoned the child. In 1894, the Holmes' went to Colorado with an Indiana prostitute in tow. Georgiana Yoke had moved to Chicago to start afresh and had answered one of Holmes' marriage ads in a local paper. Introduced as Holmes' cousin, Minnie and Holmes saw the same thing in Yoke, a girl with wealthy parents and a substantial inheritance awaiting her. In Denver, Minnie witnessed her husband's marriage to Yoke, and from there the trio went to Texas, transferred Minnie's property to Holmes, and conducted a few assorted scams. Not long after, the group returned to Chicago, and Minnie and Yoke disappeared. At around the same time, Holmes' secretary, Emeline Segrand, was literally stretched to death in the castle basement along with her visiting fiancé. Finally, in July of 1894, Holmes was arrested for mortgage fraud. Though his third wife sprung him with their dirty bail money, Holmes had used his short time behind bars to launch yet another scam. Holmes planned to run a big insurance fraud at the expense of early accomplice Ben Peitzel, who'd served time for one of their swindles while Holmes had walked away. Hoping to eliminate the possibility of Peitzel's squealing on their earlier capers, Holmes planned to get richer by rubbing the man out. With a shyster lawyer in tow, Holmes killed Peitzel in his Philadelphia Patent Shop after taking out an insurance policy on Peitzel's life. When Holmes neglected to pay a share of the winnings to his old cellmate, Marion Hedgepath, who had helped him to plan the swindle, Hedgepath turned in Holmes' name to a St. Louis cop who made sure the tip got to Pinkerton agent Frank Geyer. While Geyer dug up dirt on Holmes, Holmes was digging graves for fresh victims. After Peitzel's death, Holmes had told his widow Carrie that some of Ben's shady dealings had been found out and that he had therefore gone to New York in Cognito. Holmes then took Carrie and the Peitzel children under his dubious care. The family did not know their husband and father was actually dead. While on the road with Georgiana and the remaining Peitzels, Holmes decided to send Carrie back east to stay with her parents. The Peitzel children were left in the hands of Holmes, who first killed Carrie's son Howard in an abandoned Indiana house and then gassed her daughters after locking them in a trunk while the group was staying in Toronto. Next, Holmes returned to his wife Clara and after explaining that he had had amnesia and mistakenly married another woman was somehow forgiven. Whatever devilish plans Holmes had for his first love were thwarted when he was charged with insurance fraud. Holmes pleaded guilty while Frank Geyer searched the castle with police. What they found was astounding. The torture devices, the homemade gas chambers, the shelves of poison and dissection tools, the vats of lime and acid all revealed the true criminality of the man being held for mere fraud. Evidence of the purpose of the grim house was easy to find. A ball of woman's hair was stuffed under the basement stairs. Minnie's watch and dress buttons remained in the furnace. Bits of charred bone littered the incinerator. Through the hot summer of 1895, crews worked to unearth and catalog all of the building's debris. Then in late August, the murder castle burned to the ground in a mysterious fire aided by a series of explosions. A gasoline can verified arson, but no one could tell if it was one of Holmes' many adversaries or the man himself that had done it. Holmes was sentenced to death in Philadelphia where he had killed his old accomplice. On May 7, 1896, he was hanged to the relief of a nation and particularly Chicago, the city that had unknowingly endured the bulk of his insanity. Some claimed that at the moment of his hanging, Holmes cried out that he was the notorious London Butcher, Jack the Ripper. Others swear that when Holmes' neck snapped, a bolt of lightning struck the horizon on the clear spring day. The fact that Holmes remained alive with a broken neck for nearly 15 minutes after the execution fueled the belief that his evil spirit was too strong to die. Rumors of a Holmes curse abounded during the months and years that followed. Dr. William Matten, a forensics expert who had testified against Holmes, soon died of unexplained blood poisoning. Next, Holmes' prison superintendent committed suicide. Then the trial judge and the head coroner were diagnosed with terminal diseases. Not much later, Frank Geyer himself fell mysteriously ill. A priest who had visited Holmes in his holding cell before the execution was found beaten to death in the courtyard of his church and the jury foreman in the trial was mysteriously electrocuted. Strangest of all was an unexplained fire at the office of the insurance company that had in the end done Holmes in. When the entire office was destroyed, untouched was a copy of Holmes' arrest warrant and a packet of photos of Holmes himself. The eerie string of Holmes-related deaths stretched well into the 20th century, ending with the 1910 suicide of former employee Pat Quinlan, who many believed had aided Holmes and his evil enterprises at the murder castle. Those close to Quinlan told reporters that the death had been long and coming. For years, they said, Quinlan had been haunted by his past life with Holmes, plague with insomnia, driven at last to the edge and over. Some still say that it was Holmes himself that had haunted the boy and that the monster of 63rd Street had finally gone away, taking with him the one person who could reveal all the secret horrors of Holmes' brutal heart. While the murder castle is long gone from the Inglewood landscape where H.H. Holmes once walked, this evil spirit seems to inspire the bad seeds scattered in his old neighborhood. While the working class and the woefully poor struggle to make a life here, others continue Holmes' gruesome tradition, carrying out the serial murders and random slayings that have long plagued the South Side Chicago neighborhood and its bordering areas. Those Inglewood residents familiar with the area's dark history may pause at the corner of 63rd and Wallace and wonder about one man's legacy. Shilled by half-remembered rumors and all two real headlines, they may hurry home, looking behind and listening, remembering the old neighborhood and the secrets it keeps. After his capture, Holmes confessed to killing 27 people in his murder castle, only a fraction of which police were able to confirm. Many historians, however, believe his brief claim of killing more than 100 victims was closer to the truth. There are some who believe his victims may have even numbered as many as 200 or more. No excavation of the site was ever done. During the filming of The Hauntings of Chicago for PBS's Chicago station, WYCC, a team interviewed postal employees on staff at the Inglewood branch of the United States Postal Service, which was built directly adjacent to the murder castle property after it was torn down in 1938. Several employees attested to strange goings on in the building, especially in the basement, which some people believe shares a foundational wall of the original castle, which stood on the corner next to the current post office structure. One employee shared a chilling story of hearing a sound in the basement and poking her head around a corner to see if her colleague was there. She called out to her but heard no answer and saw nothing down the hall but a row of chairs lined up against the wall. A minute later, when she returned to the hall, the chairs had all been stacked up on top of each other. Other employees have seen the apparitions of a young woman in the building or on the grassy property where the castle once stood, and the sound of a woman's singing or humming has also been heard in various parts of the current building. Most compelling of all have been the experiences of Holmes' own descendant, Jeff Mudgett, who has visited the site numerous times since discovering the gruesome ancestor in his family line. Attempting to make peace with this dreadful reality of his life, Mudgett wrote the book Bloodstains, a heartfelt journey through his revelations and remembrances, and his hopes to help heal the family lines of his grandfather's victims. Mudgett went on to pursue the truth behind his ancestors' chilling, death row claim that he was London killer Jack the Ripper. The beginnings of his search are documented in the History Channel's miniseries American Ripper, which culminates in the exhumation of Holmes' body from its grave in Holy Cross Cemetery in Lansdowne, Pennsylvania. Jeff Mudgett is not finished with his search for answers from his ancestors' shrouded story. Part of his plans included the exhumation of the Murder Castle site and the placement of a memorial plaque there, where an untold number of victims died during that matchless Chicago year of triumph and tragedy. When Jeff first visited the site of the Murder Castle, employees of the Inglewood Post Office told him of the basement, Don't go down there, it's a terrible haunted place, they said. Mudgett experienced severe physical and emotional effects from the visit. He says, Before I walked down those steps, I was a non-believer, absolutely non. I would have walked into any building in the world. An hour later, when I came out, my whole foundation had changed. I was a believer. When Weird Darkness returns, unsolved mysteries are intriguing simply because they are unsolved. That's why we are so fascinated by stories of people disappearing without a trace. But one man's disappearance is so bizarre, so weird, that upon hearing the story, you'll be scratching your head, wondering what the heck you just heard. But first, Tanome is a Japanese urban legend about a blind man who was robbed and murdered. His dying wish? To have his eyes on his hands so he could see. That story is up next. What kind of person does it take to build a civilization from the ground up? Astronaut Nick Burke will have to learn how to be a leader if he wants humanity to survive on a new planet, even if he himself is no longer human. Nick Burke dreams of successfully creating the first sustainable space colony in human history. After a third failed mission on Mars, Nick returns to Earth heartbroken. But during the trip home, he has an epiphany caused by a near-death experience on how to truly accomplish his dream. Nick launches a billionaire-funded startup company that solves the interstellar travel problem, transporting people in a spaceship without any people aboard. After Nick lands on his new, distant planet, he has to combat his greatest trials yet, including raising children and goats while becoming a colony-building survivalist. Fans of Andy Weir's The Martian and Dennis E. Taylor's We Are Legion, We Are Bob, will find familiar themes of innovative science fiction ideas with plenty of humor and pop culture. The hard science fiction novel, Seed, by Matthew G. Dick, narrated by Darren Marlar. Here are a free sample on the audiobooks page at WeirdDarkness.com. There was once a blind old man, and one night he was viciously attacked by a band of robbers. Unable to see and escape or even defend himself, he was left for dead in the middle of a field. Angry, he cried out in frustration, if only I had seen their faces, but my eyes can't see, if only I had eyes on the palms of my hands. This is the origin of tenome. The man lay dying in pure agony and rage. Spirits of people who died in such states are almost always guaranteed to return as vengeful spirits. This man was no exception. He came back as a ghost with eyes on the palms of his hands. He was reborn as a yokai and became tenome, which translates to eyes on hands. Is there only one tenome? That's up for debate. There's a belief that other blind men, robbed and murdered, have also come back as this vengeful spirit. The legend of tenome was first mentioned in Kazuhayaki Yagyo, a book on ghosts, spirits, beasts, and folklore. They look harmless, appearing at first to be an elderly old man who happens to be blind. When approached, he reveals the eyes on the palms of his hands and attacks. The tenome lives on a diet of human bones, freshly taken from their victims. They run fast and have an incredible sense of smell. Tenome wandered through villages, graveyards and open fields at night, hunting for those responsible for their demise. They hold their hands out in front of themselves to see, but since they never saw who attacked them, they kill whoever they come into contact with. There are many tales of tenome. In popular culture, there's the movie Pan's Labyrinth. In that movie, there is a character based on tenome, the Pale Man. Today, however, I'll tell you about one of the most popular tales out there. The Shishijo Kyoto, a young man, was being tested for courage. He entered a graveyard, and there in the shadows he saw what appeared to be an old man. The old man silently approached him, the young man seeing that he had no eyes, assumed he needed help. As the figure got closer and the young man could see him more clearly, he saw that he had eyes on the palms of his hands and was coming after him. The young man took off at a sprint, racing to a nearby temple and begged the priest for sanctuary. The priest hid him inside of a long chest and locked the lid before hiding himself. The tenome entered the temple moments later. The young man could hear him sniffing loudly as though he were a hunting dog. The sniffing got closer and closer until it stopped right next to the chest that he was hiding in. He heard strange slurping sounds, the sounds you hear when a dog is sucking on the bones of an animal. A long while later, the slurping stopped. All sounds vanished. The priest unlocked and opened the chest to let the young man out. He was not at all prepared for what he saw. Inside the chest lay the young man. However, he was nothing more now than a sack of flesh. His meat and bones were gone, having been sucked out of his body. With most missing persons cases, it is fairly easy to surmise that the person most likely vanished for one of four reasons, voluntary exit, foul play, accident or suicide. What makes this following disappearance unusual is that it contains a number of confusing contradictory clues that suggest that any of those four categories is possible. In short, not only do we not know what happened to Hisashi Fujimura, it is impossible to say how he disappeared. Fujimura was a high living playboy of the type that seems somehow quaintly out of date these days. His two favorite pastimes were gambling for very high stakes and beautiful women. And as head of the Ashe Corporation, one of America's largest silk importing houses, he had more than enough money to indulge such expensive pastimes. His wife, a reclusive woman who spoke very little English, was reportedly unaware of his extracurricular activities. The Japanese-born businessman had lived in the United States since 1921. He owned a 50-acre estate in Connecticut where his wife and four children lived, as well as another mansion in Rye, New York and an apartment in New York City. He was a charming, suave, outgoing man who seemed to have been generally well-liked. On August 8, 1931, a 38-year-old Fujimura set out on a six-day pleasure cruise across the Red Star liner, Belgiumland. Accompanying him was his 7-year-old daughter Toshika and a pretty young blonde named Mary Reisner, who had been, to put it discreetly, Fujimura's close companion for the past year. Reisner, who was a showgirl before becoming Fujimura's protege, was listed on the ship's registry as Miss Dale Governus, a cover story that apparently fooled nobody. This cruise was prefaced by a decidedly ominous note. The day before he set sail, Fujimura paid a call on a friend, a plastic surgeon named Joseph Softon. Fujimura commented, You know, doctor, I fear I may never come back from this trip. After Softon sputtered some words of disbelief, the silk merchant replied, I mean it. I own quite a lot of money to some gamblers, and I've learned that they're going to follow me aboard the Belgian land. Reisner later stated that when they went aboard the ship, Fujimura begged her not to let him out of her sight, because there was a certain man aboard, he said. If he truly felt himself to be in such danger, though, it's a mystery why he didn't cancel the voyage and make himself as invisible as possible. Aboard the ship, Fujimura and his daughter occupied state room number 62, while Reisner stayed in number 60, which connected with 62. There are conflicting reports of how Fujimura and his governess got on during the cruise. As far as most of the passengers could tell, the pair seemed happy together. However, an artist named Jan Rivas, who occupied the room next to Reisner's, claimed that he frequently overheard them quarreling. The Belgian land touched briefly at Halifax, then began the journey back to New York. The trip to date had appeared uneventful. On the night of August 13, there was a large party thrown on the liner. Fujimura did not attend. At around 1 a.m., Reisner left his company to join the merry-making. The ship's captain, J. H. Dowdy, saw him at about 2.45 a.m., standing in a small side corridor leading toward his state room. Dowdy heard him talking to someone, but in such low tones, he could not hear what was being said. He also could not see who Fujimura was speaking to. The party broke up at 4 a.m. When Reisner went to her room, she saw that the lights in Fujimura's state room were out and his door was open. She assumed that he was in bed, asleep. The Belgian land was due to dock in New York at 7.30 or 8 a.m. At 6 a.m., they steward, following Fujimura's earlier request, knocked on his door to awaken him. He found little Toshika asleep in her bed, but no sign of the girl's father. Fujimura's bed had not been slept in. Toshika and Merry Reisner both stated they had no idea where he was. When the ship arrived at its pier, it was searched, only to find no sign of Fujimura. Federal agents, as well as the missing man's attorney, Harry Mellick, soon came on board to join the hunt. No clue to his whereabouts could be found. Reisner, who quickly went into hiding in Fujimura's apartment, continued to insist that Fujimura's whereabouts were a complete mystery to her. She denied rumors that there had been a loud commotion in her state room on the night he vanished, although she did admit that Fujimura had been drunk and lonely during much of the cruise, and he had been displeased that she had attended the party without him. An interesting possible clue surfaced when it was learned that one of the missing man's bank accounts had shrunk from $333,414.65 on March 1 of that year to $2.65 on August 8. It was rumored that Fujimura had paid the missing money to blackmailers, but investigators eventually came to the more boring conclusion that he had merely lost all the cash in gambling. In any case, his friends and business associates pointed out that such sums meant little to somebody of Fujimura's great wealth. Meanwhile, Mrs. Fujimura was hit with an additional tragedy. Her youngest child, a three-year-old girl, died of a heart ailment just before the Belgian land returned to New York. Six days later, Mrs. Fujimura gave birth to her fifth child. There was no shortage of theories about what had happened to Fujimura. Assistant U.S. Attorney Edward Aranao believed that Fujimura had been murdered. He claimed to have information that four men, including two extortionists, had been keeping Fujimura under surveillance for some weeks. Aranao went on to suggest that the extortionists had boarded the Belgian land at Halifax and using forged Department of Justice badges, tried blackmailing Fujimura by threatening to prosecute him under the Man Act. When the silk merchant refused to play ball, they tossed him overboard. However, Aranao could produce no proof for this lurid little tale. A week after the Belgian land returned to New York, a taxi driver named Thomas Riley told police that a few hours after the liner docked, a woman and a Japanese girl got into his cab, where he drove them to 56th Street, where they were met by a man. He said the child was Toshika Fujimura, but the woman was not Mary Reisner and the man was not Hisashi Fujimura. Riley added that six days later he saw Hisashi coming out of New York's international house, where he was joined by two men, one of whom was the man who had earlier been with Toshika and the unknown woman. The trio approached Riley's cab. The taxi driver noticed that the two men with Fujimura kept their hands in their pockets, as if they had guns leveled at Hisashi. Fujimura told Riley that he wanted to be driven to Norwalk. After the driver said that he didn't want to make such a long journey, the three men walked away. This strange story was just as unsubstantiated as Aranao's. On September 8, the feds officially closed their investigation into Fujimura's disappearance. U.S. Attorney George Bidaley announced that the government's interest was to determine what evidence, if any, existed to support a belief that Mr. Fujimura was the victim of a murder or that any other crime had been committed on the high seas. A careful survey of all the evidence fails to furnish any such proof. On October 5, an expensive wallet stamped with Fujimura's name was found by a workman in an unoccupied flat in Manhattan. The wallet, unlike the other items in the room, was not covered in dust. The most recent occupant of the apartment was one Pearl Anderson, who had moved out six weeks before. Authorities failed to find Anderson. Police learned the wallet had been given by Fujimura's company at a banquet two years before. The missing man had never used it, just tossed it aside with the rest of his effects, so no one could say how it wound up in a Manhattan flat. This initially intriguing clue, like everything else surrounding this case, went nowhere. In 1938, Hisashi Fujimura was declared legally dead. We'll likely never know if he disappeared as a result of foul play, suicide, an accidental fall over the side of the ship, or simply a desire to disappear and start a new life. Our little mystery ended on a suitably enigmatic note. On December 3, Fujimura's wife and children returned to Japan for good. Before Mrs. Fujimura left New York, reporters asked her if she had anything to say about her husband's disappearance. She did not. Up next, a woman tries to save the soul of her daughter, believing her to be possessed, but her solution to drive out the demon was to murder her daughter using a holy crucifix. Plus, a terrifying series of paranormal activities invade a family's home in Wales. These stories and more when Weird Darkness returns. Sometimes you feel a bit nutty, especially if you're a weirdo. 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Juanita Gomez killed her daughter by shoving a crucifix down her daughter's throat because she believed that her daughter was possessed by Satan. The two got into a violent struggle that Juanita claimed was her attempt at an exorcism. It was so brutal that Geneva died from blunt force trauma caused when Juanita repeatedly punched her. Juanita claims that she was exercising Geneva. The prosecutors believe she was simply attempting to establish an insanity plea. Juanita watched her daughter bleed from the mouth and die, and she showed little remorse for her crimes. These grisly facts surrounding Geneva Gomez's murder are sure to make you cringe. Geneva's death was, of course, brutal. Juanita punched Geneva repeatedly, then shoved her religious medallion and crucifix down her daughter's throat until she began to bleed from her mouth. She was so badly beaten that her ex-boyfriend Francisco Merlos didn't recognize her when he saw the body. Juanita's probable cause affidavit notes how the officers found Geneva's body that day. Officers arrived and found victim Geneva Gomez lying in the home with a large cross slash crucifix upon her chest. Blood was visible, and she had suffered severe trauma around her head and face. Juanita told authorities that she attempted to clean Geneva's body after her death, as well as the room where Geneva's murder took place. She then positioned her dead daughter's body in the shape of a cross on the floor and placed a wooden crucifix over her chest. The assistant district attorney speculates that Juanita purposefully used the religious symbols to make somebody think perhaps she had a mental illness or was insane. When police arrived at the scene of the crime, they immediately observed signs of a physical struggle. Officers noted that Juanita's hands were swollen, her arms were covered in bruises, which she explained were from her daughter's attempts to fight off her exorcism. Juanita Gomez's probable cause affidavit reads, Juanita stated these bruises were from her daughter fighting her attempts to rid Satan from her daughter's body. Juanita claimed that her daughter was possessed by Satan and that she was attempting to perform an exorcism. She told police that the night prior, Geneva spoke in tongues, threatened her, and that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. When Merlos discovered Geneva's body and asked Juanita why she didn't call for help, Merlos said Juanita kept mumbling about the devil and money. On the day of Geneva's brutal death, Francisco Merlos went to her house to apologize and to make up. The couple were slated to marry, but Geneva broke things off a week prior at the behest of her mother. When he arrived at the house, he asked where Geneva was. Juanita pointed him toward the room where she lay dead, and he was met with silence and an eerie light from the television. He said, I was like, where's my girl? And Juanita said, she's in the room. Usually my girl's real happy. She'd say, I'll be right out, baby, or something like that. But it was just the TV going on. There was no sound or anything. And then I looked, and she was laying on her back with a cross on her chest, and you couldn't even recognize her face. After Merlos found his ex-girlfriend's dead body, he attempted to leave, but the door was locked and Juanita was blocking it. When Merlos tried to get past her, Juanita put him in a headlock in an attempt to keep him inside the house. Fortunately, he was able to escape her grasp, and he ran away. Merlos called 911 and waited for police to arrive. One of the most chilling aspects of this crime is that Juanita Gomez never seemed distraught or even repentant of her crime. Merlos, Geneva's ex-boyfriend who discovered her body, said that Juanita seemed detached and calm. At her first arraignment, Juanita didn't show any signs of regret and instead complained about a lack of toilet paper in her jail cell. While on the witness stand, a homicide detective who investigated the crime noted that Gomez was unnervingly calm and collected. Juanita only wept as she was taken from the court back to the county jail. In the early phases of Juanita Gomez's defense, her team attempted to plead insanity. She was scrutinized by a forensic psychologist who easily saw through her ruse. They noted that Gomez was grossly feigning memory problems to appear incompetent. Her defense team quickly dropped the insanity plea and instead pleaded not guilty to first degree murder with the reasoning that Juanita didn't intend to kill Geneva. Neighbors and friends close to the Gomez's mother and daughter recalled that the two of them were inseparable. They worked together as massage therapists and often went to the beauty salon together to get their hair and nails done at the same time. Geneva's ex-boyfriend described the pair as being his closest sisters. Their bond made the crime even more shocking to those who knew them. Although Juanita Gomez's trial lasted three hours, it only took the jury 20 minutes to come to their conclusion. Not only did they find Gomez guilty in the murder of her daughter, they explicitly recommended that she receive a life sentence without the possibility of parole. The judge who presided over the case agreed. Oklahoma City Assistant District Attorney Suzanne Levin-U said, We think it was a just verdict. It was an incredibly heinous murder. The victim suffered quite a bit before her life was ended. The crime scene was horrific. It was obvious that there had been an extensive struggle all over the house. Sitting along the southwest coast of Wales is the coastal city of Swansea. Officially, the city and county of Swansea, the second largest city in Wales and with a long and rich history. In 1965, 22-year-old Marsha Howells, her husband David, their 3-year-old daughter Beverly and 1-year-old son Gareth and Marsha's grandmother Glendora moved here into an unassuming little home on Rhonda Street. It was just one of many other similar houses in the area, and there seemed to be nothing particularly special about it. It was the kind of home one could walk right on by without ever noticing it, but it would soon prove to be no normal home as a series of terrifying supernatural events began to unfold. It started just three days after they moved in when Marsha and her husband were woken at night by a pressing sensation on their throats, as if something were lightly choking them. David at first thought there was a gas leak somewhere, but an inspection of the house turned up nothing out of the ordinary. They would both experience this for several nights, yet could find no rational explanation for it. After this, they noticed strange things around the house like items turning up where they had no business being, doors that were locked when no one had locked them, sometimes locked from the inside of a room with no one in the room. Doors and windows would also be found open after being closed, and it was all very eerie, but not particularly frightening at this point. However, that would soon change one day, as Marsha was at home with her two children while Dave was at work. She would say of what happened, well, it was about five o'clock in the evening, and I just poured my little girl a cup of tea in my mother's room. I went out back to the kitchen as I came up this bottle came flying towards me, and of course I shut the door to protect myself. I opened it again, and I see this other bottle, so I just picked up the children and ran out of the house. As I ran out, my husband was coming down the street here, and he ran straight in the house, and by the time he got in there, all of the place was turned upside down. This became a recurring incident, with rooms being found with furniture flung about them, and items being strewn across the floor, absolutely ransacked, sometimes found in this state, and on other occasions witnessed by the horrified family. Whatever was behind it would often display vicious behavior, flinging glasses and other objects at people, sometimes with enough force to cause injury or to smash the items. She explains of one such incident, one afternoon I was having tea with my mother in her room, and it was on the Monday, and she said that she had to go across the shop, so I said all right, I said I am going back to my room now to do a bit of work. So as I went out, the children came down the passage behind me, and I opened the door of my room, and I seen a bottle rise off the mantelpiece. I thought I was seeing things. I seen the bottle coming towards me, so I shut the door to protect myself, and the bottle smashed against the back of the door. So I opened the door again, and I seen another bottle rising off the mantelpiece, so I shut the door and picked up my children and went and waited on the doorstep for my mother to come home. So she came back, and I told her what had happened, so she said to me, don't be so daft, she said. So she went back into the room, and by that time, all my furniture was upside down. So I waited on the doorstep again until my husband came home from work, and well, we didn't say nothing about it to anybody, we just cleaned up the mess. These messes became an everyday occurrence, with furniture upended, and rooms put into disarray almost immediately after they were cleaned and straightened up. The only room that remained untouched was that of the grandmother, Glendora, although nobody could figure out why this should be. As all of this was going on, at first they didn't tell anyone else about it, but the paranormal activity continued and increased in intensity and they felt something needed to be done. When the entity began turning on the gas stove in the kitchen and barring doors to rooms with their children inside, it was the last straw, and they decided to call the police, who would also have a rather strange experience on the property. Marcia would say, we went on to the kitchen, and my gas stove was all turned up. Well, we didn't hear any sound of anything. Then we went upstairs to go see if the bedrooms were all right, and we couldn't open the bedroom door. So my husband said he thinks that we better call the police. So I told him, I was crying, and I said, we better not call the police, because we couldn't tell them our furniture was flying about by itself. Well, anyway, he called the police and the police had to force the bedroom door to get in. And my big double bed was on top of the baby's cot behind the door. And well, he always used to go to bed in the afternoon, and I don't know why I didn't put him then. And if he had been in there, he would have been killed. By this time, the story of the haunting was hitting the news in a major way, and reporters descended upon the house, sometimes even camping outside. In addition, the area became clogged with curiosity seekers, adding even more stress to the beleaguered Howell's family. One resident would later say of it, it was quite a story. People were talking about, and some people were very nervous. It was a different time, of course, and perhaps people then were more naive, and we know a lot more now. But it caused quite a fuss at the time. Neighbors came to be not only annoyed by all of the unwanted attention and crowds, but also in some cases worried that their houses would be haunted as well. In the meantime, the house was blessed by a priest and investigated by a security officer and paranormal investigator by the name of Harry Holmes, who spent the night at the house but witnessed nothing out of the ordinary and came away skeptical. In the end, the Howells couldn't bear it any longer and moved away, after which the activity seems to have stopped. It's a curious case not only in the sheer violence and intensity of the activity, but also because there's absolutely nothing about the history of the house or the land it is built on that would account for a haunting. No tragedies, no murders or catastrophes, nothing, and none of the neighbors had any problems. So why was this happening at this one house with this normal family? No one really knows, but there are a lot of ideas. One is that this was not a haunting by an outside entity at all, but was rather the result of psychokinetic energy projected by a person. In many poltergeist cases, it's been theorized the activity is caused by latent psychic abilities lashing out from an individual, usually without them even being aware that they're doing it. The usual culprits are children between the ages of 5 and 13, which means that this may have been happening with the Howells' children. Another possible paranormal explanation is that it was a spirit attachment, which means a spirit that has sort of latched onto an item or a person to follow them around. In this scenario, the entity could have been brought to the house from somewhere else as it hitchhiked on the object or person of its attention. It could also have been that a demon was targeting the family for some inscrutable reason, and this is the theory that Marsha embraces, saying it couldn't have been human. The more rational explanation for all of this is that it was all a prank being played by the kids or even an outright hoax. Whatever happened out there, it remains a curious case of frightening supernatural forces and has never been fully explained away. Up next on Weird Darkness, Shrunken Heads. Believe it or not, they're real and some tribal peoples create them even today, from real human heads. But why do it at all? Look at the reality behind Shrunken Heads, the reason that they're created and even how they are created. And later, what's worse than proclaiming yourself to be a supernatural being and starting your own cult? How about telling your followers you are God so you can do drugs and have sex with teenage girls? It's the disturbing true story of the cult called The Group. These stories are up next. Our next Weirdo Watch Party is Saturday, April 13th. Are all the men gathered? All the fools. We'll be treated to a Roger Corman crap fest from 1958. Teenage caveman starring Robert Vaughan. There are shadows there deep and cold and dirt that eats men. Did he just say dirt that eats men? There are shadows there deep and cold and dirt that eats men. Yep, I guess so. Mistress Malicious and her Mistress Peace Theatre will keep us entertained throughout the film as we watch this caveman teenager with great hair go into the jungle to fight prehistoric monsters like dogs and an armadillo. Whatever. They're prehistoric creatures. An animal is far more terrible than any you've seen. Our Weirdo Watch Party is always free to watch online, so grab your popcorn, candy and soda and jump into the fun and even get involved in the live chat as we watch the movie. We could make a place to lie down on. Plus, during this Weirdo Watch Party, I'll be giving away a creepy crate to one lucky winner, full of scary surprises like horror collectibles, true crime-themed accessories, books, terrifying trinkets and more, with some weird darkness swag added in. You won't know what's in the creepy crate until you open it. Strengthening his courage, his daring, his dreams. And I'll be giving instructions on how to win the creepy crate inside the chat during the movie, so you have to tune in to win. It's Teenage Caveman, Saturday, April 13th, hosted by Mistress Peace Theatre. The show begins at 10pm Eastern, 9pm Central, 8pm Mountain and 7pm Pacific. You can watch a trailer for the film and watch horror hosts and schlocky B movies anytime, day or night on the Monster Channel page at WeirdDarkness.com. Hope to see you on Saturday, April 13th. When you peel away the layers of normalcy and practicality, this world is actually shrouded in an air of mystery and magic. While magic has been thrown back as a thing of the past, even today there are many fantastical elements that challenge the human intellect. Just as normalcy and practicality exist in this world of ours, so do weird, incredible things. But not every such object is a thing of beauty. In fact, certain objects around us create horror and disbelief in us. One of such things is a shrunken head. Shrunken heads have existed around us for years, and even today certain native tribes continue this ghoulish practice. The purpose behind creating and keeping a shrunken head has fluctuated between magic, sacrifice, trophy, ritual and trade from time to time. We are going to look at a few different purposes behind shrunken heads and also learn how one is made. Shrunken heads are not replicas. They are real, severed, isolated human heads that are prepared in a special way for display at certain places and on certain occasions. These heads are also called sansas in certain cultures and serve a variety of purposes for the tribes who create them. However, the most common and notable one is their use in scaring off the enemy. To understand this statement, you have to know that tribes often engage in domestic wars, inner tribal rivalry and duels. Sometimes, tribal people had engaged in a violent altercation with outsiders like Europeans. During such conflicts, shrunken heads were displayed prominently, acting as both a trophy and a warning to the enemy. It was a silent but emphatic message to any outsider that their personal war could end the same way, with the attacker reduced to a head, shrunken and displayed in shame. Even though tales of shrunken heads seem to be a big part of the tribal culture globally, it is only the Javaro people from Northern Peru and Southern Ecuador who are engaged in the practice of shrinking heads. According to many historical accounts, sansas were made from the enemy's heads cut off on the battlefield. Initially, these war souvenirs had ritualistic significance and religious purposes. However, as time passed, the practice evolved into trophy and horror. The Javaro people of Amazon were fierce and violence between tribes was common. The tribesmen believed strongly in the concept of revenge and also believed that if a man was killed on the battlefield, his spirit would come back to haunt and exact revenge from his killer. Thus, the triumphant warrior on the field would cut off his victim's head and shrink it for their personal possession. The Javaro people believed that if you shrunk the head of your enemy, his spirit would obey you and do your bidding. This was thus the ultimate sign of victory over your enemy. Although the accounts vary, it is believed that even after shrinking a head, a warrior did not possess it for long. He would leave it at the community feast or at a public worship place, therefore ridding himself of the vengeful spirit contained within. The process of creating a shrunken head is very elaborate. The warrior would cut his enemy's head off and bring it to their place of worship. The eyelids are then sewn shut. The lips are shut with the help of a peg. Once all of this is done, the heads are then put into a big pot over a fire and left to boil for a specific amount of time. The heat and pressure from consistent boiling shrunk the skull and helped separate the skin and flesh from the bone. Then the skin and hair of the head would be carefully separated from the skull, which was very important for the final look of the senses. The remaining flesh on the skull would also be scraped off. The skin slit used to remove the skull would then be sewed closed with care after turning it inside out. By the time this process is done, the skin would have turned dark and rubbery and had shrunk to a third of its original size. This however was only half of the entire process. After this, the void left by the removed skull is filled with hot stones and sand to increase the temperature and shrink the head even further from the inside. The process also tanned the flesh inside which further preserved it, and indeed the process does have a lot of similarities with animal hide tanning. These stones and sand were not removed once the head shrank completely. Instead, more sand and stones were used to seal the head shut. This step also gave a definitive shape to the head. For the next step, the boiled, darkened skin was rubbed with charcoal ash to preserve it and make it darker. This was believed to block the avenging spirit further, thus the tribesmen not only sealed the heads shut, but sealed an evil spirit inside. No wonder the process was a long one. The finished sansas were hung over open fire to shrink and harden even further. This was the final step of head preservation. The sansas would further blacken. Then the wooden pegs at the lips would be removed. Strings would replace the pegs to seal the mouth shut again. These sansas would then be offered to the gods, and the warriors would ask for protection from those gods. Later on, these would either be displayed during community gatherings or battles. Sansas or shrunken heads are still very popular on the exotic black market. Shrunken heads are a thing of mystery, and they are treated as a rarity. Thus, people of other cultures like Europeans, Americans, etc., would want to buy or see shrunken heads. Even today, many people show interest in buying these gruesome souvenirs. However, the interest has allowed a lot of fake sansas to be marketed. Many traders use sloth heads instead of a real human head to create sansas and sell them as authentic ones. Now, this is good because at least no one is dying just to be shrunk. Still, forgery is rampant in the exotic object market. You could still see shrunken heads on display at some museums and historical archives. In the 1940s, Theodore Ronaldo could have been considered your average Catholic kid living in New York, but his life took a dark turn in 1969 when he moved to Seattle to start the group, a drug cult who believed Ronaldo was God. Soon after he started eating farms, a compound where he abused his followers in vile ways, from threats to sexual assault of minors, the abusive cult leaders of the group violated several people. What happened to the cult called the group? After an intrepid journalist uncovered what was really happening at the compound, he revealed Theodore Ronaldo's cult crime. Facts about the group shook the surrounding community. The truth of what really happened at Eden Farms put a sick man behind bars. Thankfully, it is not a cult still active today, as Ronaldo was put behind bars in 1979. In 1974, Ronaldo opened Elego's Farm in Washington and referred to his religious cult as Eden Farms. In the summer of that year, neighbors in Snohomish, Washington noticed 20 to 30 tents built on the property of Eden Farms. Neighbors saw upward of 50 people working the fields of Eden Farms doing various field tasks, while cult followers were permitted to sell fruits and vegetables at stands on the side of the road. They were not allowed to discuss their religion. The secrecy that seemed to hover around Eden Farms continued to increase the scrutiny of neighbors and other leaders in the Snohomish, Washington community. One person who grew up on the farm said children were also forced to work in the field, and if you refused, you faced severe punishment. Ronaldo used his power and influence to force people to pledge allegiance to him. He also had inappropriate and illegal sexual relationships with underage girls. He also threatened to physically harm people who said that they wanted to leave and crippled people financially, so even if they could escape, they couldn't get very far. He told the group that he was Michael the Archangel and he planned to take them to Alabama to ride out the end of the world. By the late 70s, Ronaldo was very much involved in the local community. He joined a local Masonic Lodge, acted as campaign manager for a Republican candidate for the Snohomish County Sheriff, and purchased a building which later became the location for the Snohomish Chamber of Commerce. He even started hosting a local bingo event, just like legitimate church organizations. Ronaldo was convicted for his sex crimes and as a result, the state of Washington evaluated whether he was a sexual psychopath. This distinction allows offenders who are guilty to serve a portion of their sentence in a therapy program. Ronaldo's lawyers moved for this and did so successfully. They were recognized by the court. As a result, Ronaldo spent time in a treatment center for sexual psychopaths. The state ultimately concluded that he was not open to rehabilitation and instead, he received a designation in a general population prison. On July 12, 1979, police arrested Ronaldo. He was charged with statutory rape, indecent liberties, assault, coercion and intimidating a witness. A jury convicted Ronaldo of some of the offenses which inspired others to come forward. Almost a year after Ronaldo's arrest, witnesses indicated they lied to police and prosecutors regarding Ronaldo's practices on Eden Farms. The witnesses advised that Ronaldo had threatened them if they told the truth. Because of the new witness testimony, prosecutors also charged the court leader with perjury, intimidating witnesses, tampering with witnesses and statutory rape. In Seattle, Ronaldo started to develop a reputation for being a passionate and convincing preacher. The 60s counterculture helped attract a broad range of people to Ronaldo's services. Followers of Ronaldo called themselves the group and many reported that he referred to himself and others in the group as sons of God. By early 1970, Ronaldo started taking donations so that he could buy land and legitimize the religious group status of the group and his followers donated thousands of dollars. By this time, the con man preacher was well on his way to becoming a cult leader. Local journalist G. Larson started noticing this strange new group and decided to take another look in 1979. In a series of six articles Larson wrote for the Everett Herald, he examined exactly what was happening at Eden Farms. He wrote about the group's cult-like activity, which attracted the attention of the Snohomish County Sheriff's Office. Late that same summer, the Snohomish County Prosecutor's Office charged Ronaldo with statutory rape, indecent liberties, assault, coercion and intimidating a witness. According to some sources, Ronaldo claimed that he studied at a Bible college for a period of time. It is unclear whether he was ever ordained, though he told the Everett Herald in a series of interviews that he was. In the late 1960s, before he established Eden Farms, he met Paul Gough and the two became fast friends. They ended up moving to Seattle together to start a ministry and began holding religious meetings inside their homes. Ronaldo filed a number of appeals after his conviction. His main target? Larson's reporting. His legal team went after Larson's confidential sources who tipped him off to the activity on the farm. However, after many appeals and a short stint in an institution for sexual psychopaths, Ronaldo exhausted his efforts and remained incarcerated. A judge did, however, rule Larson had to turn over some of his reporting materials over to the criminal defendant, a move that sent a ripple effect through the journalism community. By 1971, with the help of his cult follower's donation, Ronaldo started a nonprofit called Elegos, which means God in Hebrew. The United States Internal Revenue Service permitted Elegos' tax-exempt status in the same year, and the cult showed tax return earnings of nearly $230,000. By 1973, Elegos had purchased almost 80 acres of land in Snohomish, Washington. Ronaldo's group was starting to look like a legitimate religious organization and would soon begin to gain the attention of journalists and law enforcement. Thanks for listening. If you like the show, please share it with someone you know who loves the paranormal or strange stories, true crime, monsters, or unsolved mysteries like you do. You can email me anytime with your questions or comments at Darren at WeirdDarkness.com, Darren is D-A-R-R-E-N. And you can find the show on Facebook and Twitter, including the show's Weirdo's Facebook group on the Contact social page at WeirdDarkness.com. Also on the website, you can find free audiobooks that I've narrated. Watch old horror movies with horror hosts at all times of the day for free. Sign up for the newsletter to win free prizes. Grab your Weird Darkness and Weirdo merchandise. Plus, if you have a true paranormal or creepy tale to tell, you can click on Tell Your Story. All stories in Weird Darkness are purported to be true, unless stated otherwise, and you can find source links or links to the authors in the show notes. Murder by Crucifix is by Enigo Gonzalez for Ranker's Graveyard Shift. The Swansea entity is from Brent Swancer for Mysterious Universe. The strangest disappearance at sea in history is from Strange Company. The Seeing Hands of Tanome is from the Scare Chamber. The History and How of Shrunken Heads is by Bippin Dymre for Historic Mysteries. H.H. Holmes' Hellish Hotel and Lingering Haunting is from Chicago Hauntings. And Theodore Ronaldo the Drug Cult Rapist is by Matthew LaVell for Ranker's Unspeakable Times. Again, you can find links to all of these stories in the show notes. Weird Darkness is a production and trademark of Marlar House Productions. Copyright Weird Darkness. And now that we're coming out of the dark, I'll leave you with a little light. John 10 verse 10. The Thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come that they may have life and have it to the full. And a final thought from Claudia Mitchell. Your gifts and determination may dictate your potential, but it is your character that will determine your legacy. I'm Darren Marlar. Thanks for joining me in the Weird Darkness. By sharing this video with someone you know who loves all things strange and macabre. If you want to listen to the podcast, you can find it at WeirdDarkness.com.