I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we unpack the story of an unimaginable tragedy that gripped the UK in 2023. But what if we didn't get the whole story? I've just been made to fit. The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapsed. What if the truth was disguised by a story we chose to believe? Oh my God, I think she might be innocent. Listen to Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, it's Joe Interstein, host of the Spirit Daughter Podcast, where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And today I'm talking with my dear friend, Krista Williams. It can change you in the best way possible. Dance with the change, dance with the breakdowns. The embodiment of Pisces intuition with Capricorn power moves. So I'm like delusionally proud of my chart. Listen to the Spirit Daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcasts. 1969, Malcolm and Martin are gone. America is in crisis. And at Morehouse College, the students make their move. These students, including a young Samuel L. Jackson, locked up the members of the Board of Trustees, including Martin Luther King Sr. It's the true story of protest and rebellion in Black American history that you'll never forget. I'm Hans Charles. I'm Menelik Lumumba. Listen to The A-Building on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Over the last couple years, didn't we learn that the folding chair was invented by Black people because of what happened in Alabama? This Black History Month, the podcast Selective Ignorance with Mandy B unpacks Black history and culture with comedy, clarity, and conversations that shake the status quo. The Crown Act in New York was signed in July of 2019 and that is a bill that was passed to prohibit discrimination based on hairstyles associated with race. To hear this and more, listen to Selective Ignorance with Mandy B from the Black Effect Podcast Network on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Get ready, true crime fans. Crime Wave at Sea 2.0 is setting sail. Tickets are on sale today for this incredible opportunity. taking place on February the 8th to the 12th, 2027. This is your chance to vacation and dive deep into the dark, bizarre and unbelievable with all your favourite podcasters, including the crew from the last podcast on the left, the hilarious team at Sinisterhood, Casey from Casefile, and the brilliant Scared to Death, and me, alongside many more. Join an incredible community of fellow obsessives for meet and greets, live shows and parties as we cruise through the stunning Bahamas. I can't tell you enough how incredible it was last time, And this year, it's bigger, bolder and darker than ever. Don't miss the ultimate true crime getaway. Sign up at crimewaveatsea.com forward slash unexplained to get your discount code for $100 off tickets. That's crimewaveatsea.com forward slash unexplained. I can't wait to see you there. There was a time not so long ago when the practices we know today as witchcraft and magic were inseparable from the disciplines of science and medicine. In the pre-Enlightenment era, before Joseph Lister's germ theory and Henry Gray's anatomical textbook. Treatment for diseases were based on the ancient Greek belief that the human body was composed of four distinct fluids, or humours as they were known. Phlegm, yellow bile, black bile, and blood. Illnesses were categorised based on whichever one of these so-called humours was thought to be off-balance, and managed in ways that might seem rudimentary, even mystic, to us now. Leeches for bloodletting, milk of the poppy for pain, herbal emetics to induce vomiting and purges. In many cases, folk beliefs ran parallel to the church who incorporated pagan practices into the teaching of Christian doctrine to make it more palatable for superstitious and often illiterate audiences. Alchemists were revered by monarchs and heads of state for their purported abilities to turn base metals into gold. Scrying mirrors were used to commune with the spirits of the dead, while witch bottles were concocted, and occult symbols scratched into beams of wood at the back of houses to ward off evil. Even established saintly figures like 13th century philosopher Albertus Magnus and supposed 11th century visionary Hildegard von Bingen were said to dabble in exercises that would have been regarded as heretical after the Renaissance. Both engaged in harrification, the art of reading omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals, as well as alchemy. Undoubtedly, they would have considered themselves effectively practitioners of white magic, enacted in the name of God to fight against what to their mind at least was dark magic, practiced in the name of Satan. But as with all historical trends, when attitudes began to shift, suddenly regular practitioners of folk magic all across Europe, who'd been embraced or at least tolerated by the church, found themselves condemned for engaging in sacrilegious activity. First, the Protestant Reformation in the early 1500s introduced a strain of puritanical adherence to the literal word of God. By the 1600s, Scotland and England's king, James I, had published its influential and by then notorious renunciation of witchcraft in Demonology. A brutal persecution of so-called witches soon followed, leading to executions throughout Europe and the fledgling America. In the British Isles, self-appointed, black-hatted witchfinder generals like the infamous Matthew Hopkins were dispatched to hunt down anyone perceived to deviate from the one true religion. Many thousands of innocent people were caught up in the paranoia. Yet despite the 17th century's growing bloodlust for witches, British folk beliefs proved stubbornly hard to suppress. In the 19th century, throughout the United Kingdom, despite the influence of Enlightenment thinking and its rationalist assault on superstition, individuals credited with having the gift were still frequently called upon to dispense herbal cures, blessings, and even put curses on fellow members of their community. In the English countryside especially, May Day ceremonies, Maypole dances, runic mysticism, and green man worship, so beloved of authors like Thomas Hardy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and M.R. James, never truly fell out of fashion. By 1890, with the publication of James Fraser's influential mythological study, the Golden Bough in particular, it seemed that the British preoccupation with folk belief had come full circle. Soon everything from the foundation of the Wicca religion by Gerald Gardner in 1921 to Alfred Watkinson's development of leyline theory the following year was being openly embraced from the spires of Oxbridge to the barstools of the country pub. None of which is to say, however, that Puritanism had disappeared altogether, or that magical beliefs had become commonplace. In the main, belief in God and superstition was broadly diminishing throughout Britain. With the arrival of the Second World War and all its accompanying horrors, many who believed in God found themselves deeply conflicted. After all, what kind of God would have allowed such atrocities? Still, as is often the case in times of great uncertainty and danger, there were plenty of others who found themselves turning more and more to the comfort of faith and superstition. Interest in spiritualism, the idea that it's possible to communicate with the dead, which had faded in the early 20th century, came to the fore once again. a consequence no doubt of the sheer number of people who suddenly found themselves collectively losing loved ones. It's fair to say then that Britain in the war-torn 40s was a strange place, both spiritually and theologically. There were those who believed in God, those who didn't, and those who desperately wanted to believe despite their increasingly rationalist inclinations. Folk beliefs, once considered backwards, had been embraced by the intelligentsia and anyone nostalgic for simpler times, perhaps keen to push back against the unstoppable and brutal rise of modernity where only death and destruction seemed to lie. Outside of that, however, there were those, of course, who'd never once doubted the power of folk beliefs, simply because that was how their world had always been. To some, these beliefs were little more than the harmless superstitions of a bygone age. For others, however, such beliefs and practices were something to be deeply feared as nothing less than the work of the devil. You're listening to Unexplained, and I'm Richard McLean Smith. In 2023, a story gripped the UK, evoking horror and disbelief. A nurse who should have been in charge of caring for tiny babies is now the most prolific child killer in modern British history. Everyone thought they knew how it ended. A verdict, a villain, a nurse named Lucy Letby. Lucy Letby has been found guilty. But what if we didn't get the whole story? The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Letby was. No voicing of any skepticism or doubt. It'll cause so much harm at every single level if the British establishment of this is wrong. Listen to Doubt The Case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts Hi this is Jo Winterstein host of the Spirit Daughter Podcast where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And I just sat down with a mini driver. The Irish traveler said when I was 16, you're going to have a terrible time with men. Actor, storyteller, and unapologetic Aquarian visionary. Aquarius is all about freedom loving and different perspectives. And I find a lot of people with strong placements in Aquarius like are misunderstood. A sun and Venus in Aquarius in her seventh house spark her unconventional approach to partnership. He really has taught me to embrace people sleeping in different rooms, on different houses, in different places, but just an embracing of the isness of it all. If you're navigating your own transformation or just want a chart side view into how a leading artist integrates astrology, creativity, and real life, this episode is a must-listen. Listen to the Spirit Daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcasts. Welcome to the A-Building. I'm Hans Charles. I'm Menelik Lumumba. It's 1969. Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. have both been assassinated, and Black America was at a breaking point. Rioting and protests broke out on an unprecedented scale. In Atlanta, Georgia, at Martin's alma mater, Morehouse College, the students had their own protest. It featured two prominent figures in Black history, Martin Luther King Sr. and a young student, Samuel L. Jackson. To be in what we really thought was a revolution. I mean, people were dying. 1968, the murder of Dr. King, which traumatized everyone. The FBI had a role in the murder of a Black Panther leader in Chicago. This story is about protest. It echoes in today's world far more than it should. And it will blow your mind. Listen to The A-Building on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Ever feel like you're being chased by the marriage police? Welcome to Boys and Girls, the podcast where dating isn't dating. Arranged marriage is basically a reality show, except the contestants are strangers and your entire family is judging. You're sipping coffee with one maybe, grabbing dinner with another, and praying your karmic Ken or Barbie appears before your shelf life runs out. Trust me, I've been through this ancient and unshakable tradition. I jumped in, hoping to find love the right way. And instead, I found chaos, cringe and comedy. And now, I'm looking for healing. Boys and Girls dives into every twist and turn of the arranged marriage carousel. The meet awkward, the near misses, the heartbreak, and let's not forget all the jokes. Listen to Boys and Girls on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The winter of 1944 into 1945 in England had been a long and brutal one. Five years of war had taken a heavy toll on life throughout the country, even in rural enclaves. Situated just a few miles south of Stratford-upon-Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare in the county of Warwickshire, the village of Lower Quinton was not a target for air raids or bombings, but its population had still been decimated by the war effort, with almost every able-bodied young man drafted into the armed forces. More of a hamlet than a village, Lower Quinton was composed of a scattering of dark timber-framed and thatched-roofed cottages gathered around a small village square and two pubs. Its church, St Swithern's, was first erected way back in the 11th century. It was in every sense the archetypal English country village, home to roughly 450 residents. Among them were 33-year-old Edith Walton and her 74-year-old uncle, Charles. Though Edith called Charles uncle, he was much more like a father figure to her. He and his wife adopted Edith as their daughter when she was just three years old, after her mother, Charles' sister, had died unexpectedly. When Charles' own wife died 12 years later, he became Edith's sole carer. The pair lived a frugal but contented existence, all things considered, in one of three adjoining cottages on the southern edge of the village. In fact, for Edith, wartime had even opened up opportunities that she might not otherwise have had. For the past few years, she'd worked as a printer's assembler at the Royal Society of Arts, which had been forced to relocate to Lower Quinton to escape the bombs of the German Air Force. At first, she hoped this would be enough to enable her uncle to retire, but the introduction of rationing and the ever-rising price of everything, from groceries to clothes, fuel and electricity, had quickly scuppered that dream. Though in truth, she doubted whether Charles would have wanted to retire, even if he could. For all his life, Charles had worked as an agricultural labourer. Despite his age and the arthritis that stiffened his joints that often required him to use walking sticks to get about, he was as willing as ever to put in a solid day's work. Thankfully, there was at least one local farmer still happy to hire him. 40-year-old Alfred Potter was the manager of his family's farm, a large parcel of land known as the Furze Estate that had been in the family for generations. For the past nine months, he'd employed Charles to trim the estate's hedges. Alfred Potter, who also performed the role of the village church's sidesman, the person responsible for greeting members of the congregation, was a much-respected member of the community and could often be found socialising at the local pub. Conversely, Charles Walton preferred to keep himself to himself Even more so after the death of his wife And was considered a bit of a loner Some might even have described him as a little odd It was said that when out walking alone in the fields or woods near his home He could often be seen conversing with the birds Mimicking their chirps and trills as he called back to them And in all honesty, it really did seem like he could talk to them. Some put it down to the eccentric foibles of an old man. Others whispered that it was something else entirely. On the morning of 14th February 1945, as dawn broke over Lower Quinton, A thick mist blanketed the surrounding countryside. Inside the Walton property, Charles woke and stretched out the stiffness in his arms. Flexing his fingers, he was relieved to find the pain wasn't so bad today. Deciding he was well enough to work, he quickly got dressed, while downstairs, Edith prepared some tea and bread in the kitchen for him. Later that morning, Charles gathered up his pitchfork and slash hook and made his goodbyes to Edith before heading out for the day. The mist was already starting to dissipate by the time he set off. Even still, Edith couldn't help but watch with concern as her uncle plodded slowly up the path toward the road, leaning heavily on his walking stick with one hand while carrying his cumbersome tools in the other. She called out for him to be careful, but Charles waved her away impatiently. He hated to be treated like an old man. In any case, he knew this land better than anyone. He'd be just fine, she reassured herself. So on he plodded, out beyond the village, towards that eerie protrusion of earth in the distance, known as Meehan Hill. Once home to an ancient Iron Age settlement, Meehan Hill stands apart from its neighbouring Cotswolds ridges, not for its height or geology, but for the tales that have clung to it over the centuries. Among local and regional folk traditions, one of the oldest concerns the hill's supposed connection with nearby Evesham Abbey that was built in the 8th century. In one version of the legend, the devil is said to have attempted to destroy the newly built abbey by kicking a great stone at it from the summit of Mian Hill. But the stone missed and landed on Cleve Hill instead. 25 miles away. Another version substitutes the stone for a great clod of earth. In that telling, a Christian cleric, often identified as the Bishop of Worcester, is said to have been travelling through the countryside at the time when he witnessed the devil ripping the clod from the ground before hurling it toward the abbey. At once, the cleric broke into prayer and with the force of God pushed the clod off course, sending it crashing down to the ground about ten miles to the east of the abbey. That clod would become Mian Hill, and many believed that something of the devil still lingered there to that day. Further to the strange tales of Mian Hill's Supposedly dark origins are the numerous apparent sightings of phantom hounds that are said to stalk its slopes. Some claim the hounds belong to Arorn, the ruler of spirits from Welsh mythology, who is also said to appear alongside them riding a pale horse when the moon is full or the fog sufficiently thick. In some tales, the hounds are said to be white with distinctive red ears, their cries echoing across the fields on dark nights, unsettling travellers and villagers alike. Others claim to have seen black dogs stalking the area, a common folkloric motif across England, particularly in the West Midlands and Cotswolds. The dogs described as more menacing and larger than ordinary dogs are said to be agents of the devil and omens of death Not that any of that seemed to bother Charles Walton however By noon on that strangely bright Valentine Day despite his arthritis, he'd already completed the hedgerows of the local churchyard and was well on his way toward Hill Ground Field, at the base of Meehan Hill. And so on he continued, hacking away at Hawthorne and Hazel, only stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow in the chill late winter air. If he kept this up, he thought, he might even get home early. Later that evening, it was already dark when Edith left her job at the Royal Society and made her way back home. When she arrived at the cottage sometime around 5.30pm, things immediately seemed off. Ordinarily, Charles would have been home well before Edith, but that evening, as she approached the cottage, the windows were dark. Uncle, she called out, as she stepped through the front door into an unnerving stillness, but there was no response from Charles. In fact, it was so deathly quiet that she fancied she could hear the mice skittering about in the attic. Edith lit a lamp and moved further in, pushing back the shadows as she made her way to the kitchen. Charles' purse was still sitting on the kitchen table where he'd left it that morning. Concerned that he might have fallen or had a heart attack, Edith carried on, moving hurriedly from room to room, but Charles was nowhere to be found. All that was left was to check the outhouse. Edith stepped out the back door into the cold night air Uncle, she said again as she made her way toward the outhouse She felt her stomach tighten as she pushed open the creaky door But there was no one inside In 2023, a story gripped the UK evoking horror and disbelief The nurse who should have been in charge of caring for tiny babies is now the most prolific child killer in modern British history. Everyone thought they knew how it ended. A verdict, a villain, a nurse named Lucy Letby. Lucy Letby has been found guilty. But what if we didn't get the whole story? The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast, Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Letby was. No voicing of any skepticism or doubt. It'll cause so much harm at every single level if the British establishment of this is wrong. Listen to Doubt, The Case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, this is Jo Winterstein, host of the Spirit Daughter podcast, where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And I just sat down with a mini driver. The Irish traveler said when I was 16, you're going to have a terrible time with men. Actor, storyteller, and unapologetic Aquarian visionary. Aquarius is all about freedom loving and different perspectives. And I find a lot of people with strong placements in Aquarius are misunderstood. A sun and Venus in Aquarius in her seventh house spark her unconventional approach to partnership. He really has taught me to embrace people sleeping in different rooms, on different houses, in different places, but just an embracing of the is-ness of it all. If you're navigating your own transformation or just want a chart-side view into how a leading artist integrates astrology, creativity, and real life, this episode is a must-listen. Listen to the Spirit Daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcasts. Welcome to the A-Building. I'm Hans Charles. I'm Menelik Lumumba. It's 1969. Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. have both been assassinated, and Black America is at a breaking point. Rioting and protests broke out on an unprecedented scale. In Atlanta, Georgia, at Martin's alma mater, Morehouse College, the students had their own protest. It featured two prominent figures in Black history, Martin Luther King Sr. and a young student, Samuel L. Jackson. To be in what we really thought was a revolution, I mean, people were dying. 1968, the murder of Dr. King, which traumatized everyone. The FBI had a role in the murder of a Black Panther leader in Chicago. This story is about protest. It echoes in today's world far more than it should. and it will blow your mind. Listen to The A Building on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Ever feel like you're being chased by the marriage police? Welcome to Boys and Girls, the podcast where dating isn't dating. Arranged marriage is basically a reality show, except the contestants are strangers and your entire family is judging. You're sipping coffee with one maybe, grabbing dinner with another, and praying your karmic Ken or Barbie appears before your shelf life runs out. Trust me, I've been through this ancient and unshakable tradition. I jumped in, hoping to find love the right way, and instead I found chaos, cringe and comedy. And now, I'm looking for healing. Boys and Girls dives into every twist and turn of the arranged marriage carousel. The meet awkward, the near misses, the heartbreak, and let's not forget all the jokes. Listen to Boys and Girls on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. In all their years living together, Charles had never once neglected to tell Edith if he wouldn't be home after work. And considering his age, it was hard not to think the worst. With every moment that passed, another terrifying scenario popped into Edith's mind. What if he'd fallen on his way back from the fields and was lying in a ditch somewhere? Or he'd hit his head and forgotten where he lived, or who he was even? He certainly wasn't the type to go out spontaneously for a post-work drink. She tried to reassure herself. Charles was easily distracted, especially by the animals. Perhaps he'd simply wandered off onto some path to commune with wildlife and was still in the process of making his way home. But it was now pitch black outside, far too dark for the hobbling Charles to get back easily, even if he wanted to. Feeling queasy with nerves, Edith wrapped up warm in her thickest coat and sturdiest boots, then grabbed a torch and headed back out into the night. A light rain was just beginning to fall as Edith ran to the nearest cottage. She knocked hard on the door. Her neighbour, Harry Beasley, appeared moments later. Seeing the concern on Edith's face, he didn't need much more encouragement to grab a torch and jacket of his own before joining her outside to help look for Charles. It was Harry who suggested they first head to Alfred Potter's house, Charles' employer. After all, Alfred might simply have asked Charles to stay late for some reason. Together they set off through the pitch black of the countryside, with only their torches to guide them. When they finally arrived at Alfred's home, they knocked urgently on his door. Alfred seemed surprised to see them on his doorstep, and appeared concerned to hear that Charles hadn't come home. As Alfred explained, he'd only been due to work until about 3pm that afternoon, meaning, much to Edith's increasing alarm, he'd now been effectively missing for three hours. Alfred claimed to have last seen him around noon, pruning the hedges in Hill Ground Field. He hadn't responded when Alfred raised a hand to wave at him, but that was nothing unusual, he said. He added that he also saw him briefly a little later from a top-floor window. By then, Charles was apparently a little further along the hedgerow, inching toward Meehan Hill. Alfred suggested they head there first, then grabbed his coat and joined them on their search. Under the moonless sky, Edith, Harry and Alfred trudged out toward hill ground. Due to the wartime blackout, every cottage, every farmhouse, every village on the horizon had been folded into the dark, protected by its embrace from hell from above. But out there, in the deathly quiet of the countryside, The dark was something else. Edith couldn't help but feel it pressing in on them, as if one sputter of the torchlight was all it would take for it to leap in and snuff them out for good. Edith's sense of foreboding only grew as they drew ever closer to Hill Ground and the even darker, amorphous shadow of me and Hill that lay beyond it like a slumbering beast. As the trio arrived at Hill Ground, The fainter sliver of a crescent moon peeked out from behind a thick layer of cloud. As Edith looked about, it quickly became obvious, even in the near dark, that the hedge up ahead was only half-finished. Edith's stomach lurched. There was simply no way that Charles would have left before it was done. Harry led the way as they slowly pressed on, following the unfinished section of hedgerow. Then, with his torch angled toward the ground Harry spotted a set of footprints in the mud His steps quickened as he followed them With Alfred keeping pace Edith could only watch on As Harry's torchlight bounced about up ahead Moving further away Then it stopped at the foot of a large willow tree Oh God, Edith muttered As she hurried to catch up with the other two Harry and Alfred were stood completely still strangely transfixed by something lumpen on the ground before them What is it? asked Edith as she approached. No, Edith, don't, said Harry, hurriedly trying to block her view. But it was too late. Edith's mouth fell open. A scream caught in her throat and came out as a strangled cry. Then her torch lit up the monstrous sight. This time Edith screamed, a proper guttural scream. There, lying face up before her, blood glinting in the light, was the brutally mutilated body of her uncle Charles. It was hard to know what part of it was the most shocking. On his head were a series of bloody gashes where he'd seemingly been struck repeatedly by his own walking stick, which lay several feet away from his body, splintered and cracked. The thick end of it was covered in blood, but that was just the beginning. Charles's slash hook was embedded in his throat at the end of a rough cut, about the width of a finger, that was so deep it had almost severed the head completely. The torrent of blood that had gushed out of it, now congealed, glistened darkly on the grass below him. But perhaps most alarming of all was the pitchfork sticking out of his neck. It had been rammed so deeply into the flesh that it pinned him to the ground, like a piece of meat on the end of a fork. The handle appeared to have been deliberately wedged into the hedgerow. Edith felt numb with horror and her vision began to blur. She didn't know where to look. She stumbled into Harry, who did his best to comfort her and divert her away from the scene. Alfred Potter grabbed the slash hook and attempted to wrench it from Charles' neck until Harry intervened, suggesting he leave it for the police to deal with instead. Just then, another villager, Harry Peachy, alerted by Edith's screams, came rushing up the other side of the hedge. Alfred yelled for him to call the police immediately. It had just gone 7pm when local police constable, Michael Lemusny, arrived on the scene. Despite all his experience, he was no less horrified by Charles' injuries than the others. After taking a moment to compose himself, he suggested that Harry take Edith home while he and Alfred stay with the body until his colleagues arrived. Chief Inspector Toombs arrived soon after from Stratford-upon-Avon and took over the scene. He was joined by a Dr. James Webster from the West Midlands Forensic Laboratory. Dr. James swiftly got to work. Although he couldn't be completely sure, he suspected that Charles had been killed sometime in the early afternoon that day, before it had even got dark. He scanned the various wounds, noting the series of smaller defensive wounds on Charles' hands and arms, which suggested that despite his age, Charles had fought valiantly against his attacker. Some say this is when Webster noticed something else an unusual pattern of blood on Charles' shirt and vest Pulling them up, he is said to have found what appeared to be the shape of a cross carved into Charles' chest In other versions, the cross was carved into Charles' throat Others say this is all apocryphal a later fabricated addition to an already bizarre event Such crosses, it is said were often carved onto the body of witches who had been murdered in revenge for putting a curse on someone Either way, what is true and would quickly become evident to investigators there was far more to Charles Walton and his death than first met the eye You've been listening to part one of Unexplained Season 9, Episode 12 Eyes That Shine Burning Red Part 2 will be released next week, Friday, February 20th This episode was written by Richard McLean Smith, James Connor Patterson and Emma Dibden Thank you as ever for listening Unexplained is an AV Club production podcast created by Richard McLean Smith All other elements of the podcast, including the music, are also produced by me, Richard McLean-Smith. Unexplained the book and audiobook is now available to buy worldwide. You can purchase from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones and other bookstores. Please subscribe to and rate the show wherever you get your podcasts and feel free to get in touch with any thoughts or ideas regarding the stories you've heard on the show. Perhaps you have an explanation or a story of your own you'd like to share. You can find out more at unexplainedpodcast.com and reach us online through X and Blue Sky at Unexplained Pod and Facebook at facebook.com forward slash unexplained podcast. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast, Doubt, The Case of Lucy Letby, we unpack the story of an unimaginable tragedy that gripped the UK in 2023. But what if we didn't get the whole story? I've just been made to fit. The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapsed. What if the truth was disguised by a story we chose to believe? Oh my God, I think she might be innocent. Listen to Doubt, The Case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, it's Joe Interstein, host of the Spirit Daughter Podcast, where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And today I'm talking with my dear friend, Krista Williams. It can change you in the best way possible. Dance with the change, dance with the breakdowns. The embodiment of Pisces intuition with Capricorn power moves. So I'm like delusionally proud of my chart. Listen to the Spirit Daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcasts. 1969, Malcolm and Martin are gone. America is in crisis. And at Morehouse College, the students make their move. These students, including a young Samuel L. Jackson, locked up the members of the Board of Trustees, including Martin Luther King Sr. It's the true story of protest and rebellion in Black American history that you'll never forget. I'm Hans Charles. I'm Menelik Lumumba. Listen to The A-Building on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Over the last couple years, didn't we learn that the folding chair was invented by Black people because of what happened in Alabama? This Black History Month, the podcast Selective Ignorance with Mandy B unpacks Black history and culture with comedy, clarity, and conversations that shake the status quo. The Crown Act in New York was signed in July of 2019, and that is a bill that was passed to prohibit discrimination based on hairstyles associated with race. To hear this and more, listen to Selective Ignorance with Mandy B from the Black Effect Podcast Network on the iHeart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. This is an iHeart Podcast. 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