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Welcome to the chaotic, coffee-fueled corner of the internet where three middle-class Midwest moms spill the tea (and occasionally the wine) on all things dark, spooky, and downright hilarious.

We’re your new best friends who love diving deep into true crime cases, Missouri urban legends, haunted hotspots across the Ozarks, ghost stories that’ll make you sleep with the lights on, and every creepy paranormal encounter we can get our hands on. One minute we’re breaking down a chilling cold case or the latest Bigfoot sighting in the Show-Me State, and the next we’re ranking the best gas-station snacks or telling you about that one Tom Foolery night that ended with us trying (and failing) to summon a spirit with boxed wine and a Ouija board made of cardboard.

Expect unfiltered mom talk, zero pretense, plenty of cussing, and the occasional heavy topic (because life, loss, mental health ) handled with real heart. If you like your podcasts equal parts spooky, silly, and sisterhood, you’ve found your people.

Grab your favorite drink, lock the doors, and come hang out with three Midwest mamas who refuse to act their age. New episodes every week — because the ghosts (and the group chat) never sleep.

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