Dead Atlanta

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic violence. Get ready, there's a new ripper in town but this time, the ripper is targeting black men. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and graphic violence. It's 1988, and you're walking down a Buckhead street. Telephone poles all seem to have the same poster stuck to them, tattered corners lifting gently in the new autumn breeze. Above two photos of a dark-haired beauty, thick black letters read "HAVE YOU SEEN JULIE LOVE?" What you know is she's been missing for over a year. What you don't know is that her case is about to be solved, and it's worse than you could have imagined. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

Welcome to Trion. Land of deer hunting, colorful gargoyles, devil worshiping, and murder. Choose your own adventure. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

Dead Atlanta is doing something a little different for its "Big 5-0"...answering your questions! Grab a seltzer or a glass of Prosecco and dig into the history of the podcast itself. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's 1920. You sit in the audience surrounded by excited chatter rapidly shuttling from lips to ears. Heads bow in close and eyes crease into smiles in anticipation of the show. A hush engulfs the audience as Francis Renault sweeps onto the stage, a beautifully made up face leading the way, the train of the dress trailing behind. You can't believe that just a few hours ago, you saw him eating a sandwich in the store in a suit. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

If you've ever driven on Atlanta's streets, you've no doubt been on John Wesley Dobbs Avenue or passed Spelman College. Who really was the man the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport is named after? Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

Trigger Warning: Graphic descriptions of violence. A guy on TV catches your eye—there's something about him that just draws you in. Little do you know, this moment is about to change your life, it's about to change the nation's. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's 1977 and you and your sweetheart are ready to take your relationship to the next level. Unfortunately, you need some privacy—something neither of you have. Your parents are night owls and your little brother's bedroom shares a thin wall with yours. Your sweetheart's bedroom is up the creaky stairs and right on top of their parents'. So what to do? Do you go to one of your homes and risk being caught by a family member, or do you take a gamble and move your connection to the outdoors and risk being murdered by The Lover's Lane Murderer? Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

Checking out of your hotel room, the door clicks behind you, the wheels of your suitcase churning rhythmically on the floor behind you. You pass an open door and more than actually seeing them, your subconscious registers the shapes of three people standing and talking inside. The bed is in disarray. You hear their voices fade as you continue down the hall. "...I just walked in and...he was here...like that. Like..." the voice breaks off. Suddenly you register that two of the people were dressed in blue. The police. What's going on? This is part two of hotel deaths. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

"Thank you." You grab your key card and wheel your suitcase to the elevator where two young women are whispering intensely. "...right here, in this hotel!" Says the redhead. The elevator dings and the dark-haired woman rolls her eyes as she steps inside. "You're just trying to scare me. It's not going to work." You follow behind them onto the elevator, the doors closing shortly after and you feel the pull in your stomach as it drifts upward. You hear the redhead shift closer to the dark-haired woman, lowering her voice even more now that the three of you are in close quarters. "I'm not!" She whispers. "I swear to god—" the elevator dings as it reaches your floor and the doors open. You step off the elevator and start down the hallway "—she died right on this floor!" You spin on your heel and the two girls lock onto your eyes, mouths slightly agape realizing they've been overheard. The doors softly shut. You're all alone. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

"...if only you could know how happy I am when I fly a plane! I never feel so completely close to God as when I’m up in the blue." Editor's note: Hazel Jane Raines grew up in Macon, GA but was born in Waynesboro, GA. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You board the train in Macon, GA, feet heavy. You slide into a seat soaked through and unnerved by the rain pounding on the side of the car, but content you have some time to dry out before exiting. As the train pulls away from the station, your eyes close, completely unaware you are on a train to nowhere. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic descriptions of physical violence. You turn onto your back, the screams and flitting shadows from the edges of the dark nightmare so real your heartbeat feels as though it's punching your ribs. "Move!" it urges. Only when you hold the gaze of the person standing at your bedside and sweeping an axe above his head that you realize too late your eyes are open, and this isn't a nightmare, it's reality. Lights out. This is our season finale, listen back to the episodes you missed, we'll see you next season! Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You wake up and go through your to-do list: bathe, dress, feed the kids, stop by the restaurant, visit your sick husband in the hospital, decide who to murder next. What, this isn't the typical to-do list of a southern fried southern bride? Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's 1961 and you've just woken up, it's the first day of school! This first day of school is different than all the ones you've lived before. This first day is not just your first day, it's the first day of an integrated Atlanta Public School system and you, friend, are one of the nine chosen to do it. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

This episode contains descriptions of animal harm. Please be advised. The Ringling Bros. Circus has arrived in Atlanta and it's all anyone can talk about. You eagerly pick up the newspaper for the latest information, but your stomach drops as you read the headlines. The elephants are suddenly dying at an alarming rate and no one knows why. Will the show go on? Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You're looking out the window as rain pours from the clouds above. "Where is she?" you think. Little do you know, the very raindrops quieting the streets and creeping into the depths of the soil will soon reveal your beloved's whereabouts. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You're sitting in front of the screen captured by Vivien Leigh's portrayal of the triumphant, desperate, beautiful, and terrible Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With the Wind. It's at that moment you decide "I want to be just like her...no matter what I have to do to get there." From that moment on, your life unfolds like a movie all its own. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's April 14, 1912, and the cloaked sky has merged with the inky waters surrounding the ship. You look out and the iceberg looms silent and still, unbothered by the blow as panicked passengers run past you. You're standing on the deck, heart racing, feet frozen. What's your next move on the boat that's supposed to be unsinkable? This is the Titanic after all. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's dark in this tiny box. The lamp has burned out and the only thing to keep you company is a sweater and the memory of the words written by your kidnappers. Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include: Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod