Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 217 - H.H. Holmes Part 2 - Comfy Castle of Murder

Episode Date: August 27, 2023

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Hello everybody and welcome back to the Trilumina di podcast episode 217. As always, I'm one of your host Mike Martin joined by the struck off and die duo of LA. Jesse, that sounds like something that you want somebody to go do that you don't like. Go struck off and die. Struck off and die. You piece of shit. They were Tony Gardiner and Phil Hammond. I'm still still lost. No, no, all right. Their British comedy duo active in the 90s. Let's see, they covered various areas of health services apparently.

They had their own BBC radio show. Oh, those hilarious health services. Yeah, hilarious. The infant in the winding schoolboy August 17th, 1994. The lover sighing like a furnace. Are you sure it's aren't from 1894? Well, these were, they're taken like Shakespearean themes. Okay, all right. From a show called As You Like It. The Shakespeare show? Yeah, the Shakespeare show. Which they did some radio Shakespeare stuff. All right. They also did stuff in 93 that was like, you know,

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We'll do Jeff the Mongoose 2. Send it. Patreon.com slash to 90 pod. If you're rich, give us $10,000. Welcome back to the show. It's a world fair. Whatever you want. They're killing people at the world's fair. Yeah, they did. They killed some people. It's crazy. After I've been killing people and Baldur's gate, three fucking for like a hundred hours. Comment down nerd.

So also, uh, when you're listening to this, I would already be too late. We'll be in a Indianapolis, but you can be excited because the next couple episodes after this one, I mean, some special guests maybe. We'll see. I might be on L.A. with the boys themselves. That's a cool thing it's got to win the do while we're in L.A. We get those cool ideas. Also, we got to be right. You're right. You're right. Alex. We got to talk about none other than Herman Webster Muget. It's been a couple of weeks. Muget. I don't know if you remember the story of good old Webster Muget also known as H H Holmes. Who could forget a name like Herbert Webster Muget? Herbert Webster Muget. And you know what I just, I just realized over the past week is that his like great, great grandson

was also at some point basically saying that he was also the was also Jack the Ripper because Jack the Ripper was happening at the exact same time this was going on. And so his grandson like as came out a few years ago, I was like, my great, great, great grandpa, he also Jack the Ripper. Absolutely a lie. He is not Jack the Ripper. Yeah, that's the possibility. Yeah, it wasn't all him.

Definitely not. the River. Yeah, it wasn't all him. Definitely not. Totally different. Yeah, totally different. It's so bizarre. You know, but you know, just just to put that out there in case there are people who are like, wait, wasn't he Jack the River? He wasn't. Now, H H Holmes was just a weird kid in a small town of a very religious folk who teased his

friends like to scare them with skeletons, would dissect animals and like hide their remains in the woods. And all the while as he got older, the people in town, his family all kind of knew and whispered about the weird shit that Muget was getting up to. But eventually, after college and after he moved away from that, he was looking for a new start, a place where nobody knew who he was, where he could walk in as H H Holmes and nobody would know who Webster Mudge it is. And that's where we left off last episode as he packed his bags at the age of 25 and

headed to the bustling streets of Chicago. And with a plot in mind, because let's you forget the one big thing he was also really good at was fucking insurance scams. The man was a stealing corpses to pass off insurance scams to make a ton of money. Yeah, it's funny. It's funny that like one of the things that serial killers we can add to the bingo card is like a side hustle, like a really obsessively weird side hustle. John, you can see what this construction and like he's like chicken. He's like a chicken maven. Like what the fuck is going on here? Like, you got to do something with the rest of your day

That's really dealing Relationships it can't always be like a sexual thing you got to spend time with that person So we're gonna do right same thing here. You gotta you gotta between murders You gotta fill the time with something you're right. They're still well-rounded people They shouldn't be defined by their string of find by their string of un-commoners. That's, I don't know that's what I said. Well, according to his own confessions at the end, when he was arrested, they, he confessed up to 27 killings in his time in Chicago and his various activities in the surrounding areas. However, at the end of today's episode, after his arrest and we talk

about what happened, we'll see how much of that we can actually confirm and how much of that is likely HH Holmes being an ego maniac and spinning a story that's much grander than it actually was. But we're gonna start in 1886 in Chicago, a man seemingly ordinary, but weirdly enigmatic, stepped off a train and into the heart of the windy city. I thought you were gonna say are like into our hearts.

Herman Webscherms here to love you. This man known to most as a doctor H H Holmes was in reality. Herman Webscherms, or Mudge, it lest you forget. And he carried with him a weird darkness that really dictated his actions and would soon permeate the very foundations of a seemingly innocuous building out in Englewood, which is where he found himself. Englewood. Englewood.

Yeah. All right. But not like California, Englewood, you know, like, like, which Illinois, Englewood, I guess. So ended up taking this guy down the flash or what? Yeah. Well, yeah, I think it became the reverse flash or something. What, what time of 1886 did he get there? Do you know?

Ooh, that's August. I believe it was, I'm like 99% sure it was August and 1886. Interesting. Okay. Let me double check that. I can very quickly check that. No, I mean, that's fine. So that's post, hey market riot, which, you know, the city would have been pretty stressed at this point

in time. Yep. It is August, August of 1886, just to confirm. Okay. All right. What is that? Uh, the Haymarket Riot was in May of, I think May 18, uh, 86. It's basically a riot that occurred in the aftermath of bombing that took place.

There was like labor demonstrations as was a thing that happens frequently. And there was a bomb in the took place at one of them and a riot like full ass riot broke out. Police protesters fighting just society breaking down people. I mean, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, 18, mean, 1800 about the like 18 mattress like off the coast out the further west you go, the less like organized life was, it was very chaotic out there. Yeah, dude over

here at 1896 or whatever it was like fucking dudes and cowboy hats walking around on the back. Exactly. I'm California. Yeah, there's like nobody out there. Like it's all very empty. The hammocker right was like the symbol of workers struggle at the time. This is. This is all kind of leading to that point where everyone's like workers rights, workers rights. And then some

country straight up went communism and some countries, but it was like universally around the world. People were pissed off. And then America was like the miracle of American capitalism but it's not a fun and a fair that you can visit. Right. And Agent Holmes very much took care, like took advantage of that, mentioning that Jesse is he had like there was never anybody not willing to work at that time when he showed up. He was hiring people left and right to do these odd jobs.

And then a lot of men ended up just disappearing. And nobody really knows what happened to them. We have our guesses and assumptions, but we'll get there. We'll get there. Yeah, Holmes at this point in his life was a tall, some say, so with some way, say, distinguished figure. There is a picture you can go look at him. He's that perfect like 1880s mustash, taken care of and like a bowler hat on top.

He was always well dressed. He had a tailored suit standing out even among the well-heeled travelers and his feet, chairs were sharp with piercing eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. He genuinely looks like if he walked out onto a stage in a Vodville act that the audience would fucking hiss at him. Oh, see, the thing is, it's like he was extremely charismatic. Women flocked to homes.

He went through many relationships. We're going to get, we will talk about a couple of them. Yeah, his demeanor like radiated an air of self assurance. He was so confident in everything he did. And to be an egomaniac like he was, he kind of had to be. But those who dared to look closer would detect an unsettling edge beneath that com façade that he very regularly put forward to the citizens of Chicago. He would introduce himself as Dr. H. Holmes.

However, that was just one of his many masks worn by dear old Herman Webster Muget. As he set foot onto the platform, you could have imagined the diabolical plans he harbored or the sinister legacy that hangs over our head still today in pop culture. To the point where even the stuff that we're almost certain is not real is still like what is known about H H homes. He etches himself in like the very soul of Chicago. So fucking crazy, dude. I know.

It's like some people thought he was nice, but other people caught him going, no. Well, you know, you would actually imagine someone like that homes, you know, with this cackling laugh and his well-dressed kind of a tire. His first destination arriving in Chicago would be a grand hotel or an entertainment establishment. He had a lot of money from the amount of scams that he pulled before he got out and moved on his own. But But

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quieter neighborhood of Englewood and there at the junction of South, well, South Wallace Ave in West 63rd Street stood a very modest drug store owned and operated by unsuspecting elderly couple. Yeah, I'm looking at it right now. You can go straight down to Street View and check it out. At the moment, it is in Aldi. Yeah. It's in Aldi and then across the street is a post office.

Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. I guess now the side of the murder castle. Yeah. So you're called angle wood. It's not angle wood. We, the NGL E wood. No, my rule. Engle wood. Engle wood. Engle wood. Engle wood. And in California, it's England. I said, I'm sorry, angle angle angle. Angle wood. There we go. Oh, oh, math is just as ball is just happened there. Was balls just dropped. Oh, hello. Oh, my God. And so he strode in,

stroled in rather to that small little drugstore owned by that elderly couple. You can imagine a bell on the door jingling as he steps through. And he entered these two lives where he would never exit their lives until they would also leave mysteriously. Amidst the dizzying pace of Chicago's urban sprawl, the Englewood District offered a quieter and almost idyllic respite for homes. It was nestled away from the louder clamor of the city's pulsating heart. Englewood had like an aura of tranquility and domesticity to it. It streets were lined with homes that cut not homes, but homes that echoed the stories of many, many families living there for a few generations by now.

And local businesses that served as cornerstones to the community, much like the drug store, homes found himself at. And it was here at this cross section of streets that he walked into this quaint drug store. It's wooden facade painted in fades shades of blue and white, at least that's what we're told, because the pictures weren't color back then. More witness to countless neighborhood tales. This was the drug store like that this small town went to. Everybody knew the owners of this drug store. That's just kind of how the town it was. Inside shelves stocked with medicine bottles and glass jars. This is also the time you could walk into this place and probably buy like

You know arsenic no problem Time out time out. Yeah, I went to street view. Oh, okay on the corner of Wallace and 63rd Is a mural of a hand shaking another hand that's actually a snake and it says love all trust no one. And that is the funniest thing I could ever imagine being on this corner. Winno, winno, winno, winno, winno. Of course, that would be there. I mean, that makes sense to be there now. So this drugstore was owned by the Dreatains. It was like a legacy store. People knew these people. It was a testament to years of

hard work and dedication by the two of them. And their world built on trust and loyalty, especially in the 1890s, was about to be intruded upon by someone who did not give a shit about anything else but themselves. And so that ordinary afternoon with the sun casting those long shadows on these at this time, cobbled streets, the drugstore's bell announced the arrival of homes and as he strode in tall, still impeccably dressed and having that sophistication, wafting off of them. Every movement he made seemed measured, every gesture calculated and refined. He approached the counter with a polite nod, placing a prescription right on top of it. The drain ins ever welcoming, greeted him

warmly. His name, he said, was Dr. H. Holmes. And to the unsuspecting couple, he was just another customer. I'll be it a bit more polished than most around here. And over the next few weeks, his visits became more and more frequent. Oh my God, it's like, what about Bob, but with the dude who Dorothy turns into the boss. I have to explain the reference to me. What about Bob is a movie from the 90s where Bill Murray plays an annoying neighbor on vacation and drives a family crazy. And I said, it's what about Bob except with the dude that Dorothy turns into the Wizard of Oz.

And that'll be Professor Marvel from the beginning of the Wizard of Oz, who flies okay, okay. Who flies on his hot air balloon to the land of Oz and becomes Oz the great powerful. It's almost like that, but the opposite in that, like the drain's very much welcomed him. They did not hate him. Yeah, it's almost like that. It's almost like that. It was just for, obviously he wasn't just there for prescriptions. He seemed genuinely interested in the workings of the store itself, often engaging the Draetans in conversations about the latest advancements in medicine or

discussing innovative business strategies to try to help elevate their modest store in town, and his affability wasn't just limited to the Draetans. Holmes, with his easy demeanor, quickly became a familiar face to Englewood regulars. He'd chat with young mothers about the best cough syrups for their kids, give advice to elderly gentlemen about alleviating joint pains, and even Cheryl, like Joker to, evoking laughter that echoed within the confines of the small store. He was ingratiating himself into a town who very much seemed to love him from the get-go. It's like he found somebody who was like, I would like to replace them like a body snatcher. And just like, learned their whole everything.

It just, to me, I look back and it was like, his childhood was him refining his skills to disappear into being who he wants to be. And the town couldn't, he couldn't do that in the town because everybody kind of knew his dark secrets. He wasn't quite refined there. He was getting caught quite a bit. But here nobody fucking knows who this guy is. And it's like at a very tumultuous time. But obviously beneath

that friendly, the veil of friendliness lay a mind that churned with bizarre and evil machinations. Holmes intent wasn't merely to befriend people. He was with every interaction weaving a web pulling strings tighter around the dragons and their cherished establishment, and as weeks turned into months, the elderly couple found themselves leaning more and more on the doctor. Holmes. His idea for the store was innovative to these feet, and the profit margins began to noticeably increase.

His suggestions were working. But it wasn't just his business acumen that endeared him to the couple, Holmes had a way of making himself indispensable. He'd offer to manage the store on the days they felt unwell, or even suggest that they take a day off while he handled the operations because they've been working so much. It was a slow and almost imperceptible malevolent takeover weaving his way into these people's lives without them having any idea. This one, like, I know what this is like because I would use this firsthand. I can't drop any names, but in our space here on the internet, we know a lot of people. And there was a couple that started dating.

And over time, as she became more and more successful, he became more and more like, I'll drive you around. I'll do this. I already know who this is. Yeah, so this could be like, to me, like two different couples. I'm thinking this could be like 14 different couples. But it's like, thinking to be like 14 different couples. I'll start taking them and then her license expired and he's like, don't worry, I'm driving. Don't worry. And just more and more and more. It's really more successful. Keep permanently clawed. He's like, I'm here forever. You

could never get rid of me because if you get rid of me, your life crumbles. And it was crazy watching that happen. And if you ever were like, maybe we should bring this up. You couldn't because at that point, it was like, he is the one person in my life. I don't actually take care of me and does this stuff. And it's always here and it's like, yo, you're a baby person now. You're watching the woods. Like, it's like, it's like they took her by the hand and gently walked her into the woods that wasn't so thick. And by the time it's too late.

There's no way to think of it. You can't get above it. Like you can't get a boy was crazy. And I can and seeing that I totally understand how an elderly couple could fall for someone coming in. It would be even easier in the 1890s in a small town where trust is like still but is already like given away for free. But this is just like South of Chicago Chicago's huge at this time still so yeah it's small but it's still like the big cities right there and it's so hard to trust people but a nice man coming to

us small part of the city this is beautiful. What's that movie? What's that movie with the Playboy girl and it's Eric Roberts is like her boyfriend and he kills her, but it's like, but it's like before that he like buys her a car with her own money and stuff like that. I don't know what you're talking about, but weirdly enough, when you said, when I sent you a cargo and you said, what is that movie? Before he even explained the movie, I was about to shout out the Hunsucker Proxy, which is a whole other thing. That's about Hulu Hoops. That, that's about who the hoops.

That's that's that's who hoops. But that's on pop. I came by Martin, but that's five years down the line and rotten popcorn. The hunter's sucker prox proxy. What is what is it? You get there like even like a it's about the proxies about who it's about who hoops. Well, well, it's about it's about America. I guess it's about who it's about whoo hoops. It's about whoo hoops. Well, it's about it. It's about America. I guess it's about whoops.

It's about America. So as days turned to weeks and weeks to months within the community, whisper started just popping up. Some were in awe of the transformation of the drug store and of the guidance of this mysterious doctor from who knows where. So I got the hiccups that are nowhere. Others, a more skeptical lot wondered about the sudden absence of the dragons.

Because at some point, the dragons, according to Holmes, left for California. Overnight, without telling the town, they had just gone. They were done. They retired and they went out to California. And so, but because Holmes warmed his way into town, that they, the town, uh, there's a huge chunk of the town that just believed this guy. They fully believed it. And as the store wants an emblem of warmth and familiarity, now had a looming, almost palpable shadow of intrigue as at the heart of it was just HH Holmes. His initial interactions were innocent enough. He was a patron than a friend and before long,

an indispensable part of the business, Holmes possessed that charm, but eventually the couple quote unquote retired and Holmes found himself in possession of the drug store. Now during all of this, he's not staying in a hotel, he's not staying in town. He's staying across the street in a local hostel. That's just like not a good look. Like, it's fine, it's cool. It's just not like a vibe that I want to be putting out

when I'm like, ingratiating myself into like town is like this like weird, debonair gentlemen man. It's just a weird vibe in a hostile. Like to give you an idea who this elderly couple were too. Like they were both obviously charmed by him, but Mrs. Draiden had like a pension for herbal remedies. She'd often find herself in grossed and discussions with the citizens about the potential synergy between like traditional herbs and modern medicine

as that was like we're in the time where modern medicine is making a lot of headway very quickly, over the next couple decades. And Mr. Drein was just a businessman, and just simply taken by Holmes' insights into optimizing the store and seeing those results turn into tangible profits. He even, like, things like just how to stock product was something Holmes changed how they did. Like the way things were presented on the shelves, what was presented, where it was presented, all changed and all turned into more money. So those weeks, like I said, turned to months. He was a daily visitor. And eventually the elderly couple did kind of leave. Children would curiously

peak from behind shelves, hoping to catch a glimpse of the doctors tricks with medicine bottles, because that's how we integrated in himself with the children. He would get medicine bottles and juggle them and throw them around and make them disappear. He'd like, like, make the kids laugh. And so not only would the adults have solace in this man's knowledge and presence of like medical stuff, but the kids loved him. He was super fun to them and he did all kinds of fun tricks. It's so bizarre. This guy was more than a business consultant that he was a friend to this couple. They're trusting him grew to the point where they'd leave him in charge of the store when they needed a break, like I said. And the drugstores ledger once managed by Mr. Drayton now bore entries in Holmes meticulous handwriting.

Like he had taken over their ledger too before they were. Yeah, he basically learned he's like, he's like a pod person who like learned their business in ways. I love that. Yeah, it's exactly that. He's like a cook who bird. Yeah, he's like, straight up. It's not to say that all townsfolk did trust him.

He's a small amount of them that whispered about where this man, uh, how this guy ended up in Englewood. What was the story behind those intense eyes? They like, they're almost like dead gays that he gave everybody despite his charismatic outward appearance. And why despite his growing influence over the drugstore, did certain aspects of his life consistently remain shrouded in mystery, just stuff that he would never talk about, never bring up.

He literally left as little detail about himself as possible and only told what was absolutely necessary. And that duality was enough to get people talking, but it also had a very elusive aura that drew people in, including many of his female victims down the line. The neighborhood regulars began to just, began to actually take note of the change in management. The doctor was always courteous, serving customers with a disarming smile and engaging pleasant talk, but beneath that obviously he continued his plot.

Where were the elderly owners when they disappeared? The most common narrative was that they had decided to retire and moved to the sunny climates of California and trusting their beloved business to the competent hands of Dr. Holmes. Few question the story at all, primarily because the drugstore continued to flourish under its new management, but the truth was far more chilling. With the elderly couple out of the picture, Holmes wasted no time in solidifying his hold on the property.

It was the first piece of what is a dangerous and deathly puzzle that he was crafting, the cornerstones of a nefarious empire that would grow out from Englewood. The drugstore was just the beginning and his home's roots dug deeper in a Chicago soil, the city remained blissfully unaware of the murder and serial killer that had descended upon it. As Dr. Holmes tightened his grip on the Englewood Drug Store, his ambitions began to stretch far beyond its walls. The unassuming corner of South Wallace Ave in West 63rd Street, which had once hummed with the benign commings and goings of a neighborhood pharmacy, was soon to become the beating heart

of Holmes' labyrinthin web of deception. With the Drain Sutton unexplainedained departure to California, narrative Holmes was all too keen to propagate. He became the sole custodian of their life's war. The shop's inventory transformed. New and exotic drugs filled the shelves, reflecting Holmes' expansive knowledge and desire to position the store as the premier destination for medicinal needs in Englewood. Word spread about the revamped establishment

and its charismatic new proprietor, customers both old and new were drawn in, captivated by Holmes' charm and the store's unparalleled offerings. This is just like... The best damn chicken place in the city. Just... it's wild to watch... The focus become... I'm going to be the best at X,

but also kill people. It's fucked because he just could have just run it. Don't that? He had his out. But this is the thing, right? The murdering for him, this is, I think for him, he would be what I consider, like almost like, I guess almost like a process killer.

It's not about the killing. It's about everything that leads up to the moment where he kills them. It's the power, the control, the manipulation, how much he can squeeze out of them for money until they're no longer useful. And then that's when they mysteriously disappear almost always.

And this is like you said, kind of just like the first step in taking over this store after ingratiating himself well into the town. The drugstore's basement previously that was used for storage, underwent extensive renovations under homes. Strange deliveries arrived under the cloak of night, large quantities of quick lime, a substance known for its ability to rapidly decompose organic matter, and oddly shaped construction equipment all started arriving.

Neighborhood children whisper tales of eerie sounds emanating from the depths of the store late at night, an unsettling symphony of muffled screams and metallic clangs. Those though are likely a little bit overblown though the metallic clangs and stuff as things were being built. Certainly, as months pass, Holmes' entrepreneurial spirit seemed insatiable. Properties adjacent to the drug store began being purchased, always through a bizarre, convoluted series of transactions that heavily obscured Holmes personal involvement. We're talking fake names, fake company, and money that was being used

from the scams of life insurance stuff that he had in the past. Weird. With a rapidly expanding footprint, he embarked on his most audacious project yet. The construction of a grand multi-story edifice that the locals began referring to as nothing other than the castle. The murder castle. Oh, the castle. No, no, no, just the castle. Just the castle, the normal castle.

So the public, the castle was a marvel of modern architecture and a testament to Anglewood's growth and prosperity. Holmes touted it as a hotel, perfectly positioned to cater to visitors of the upcoming world's Colombian exposition of 1893, but its labyrinthian corridors, soundproofed rooms, and hidden passages told an entirely different story. The building was amazed by design,

designed by a mastermind with exits that led to blind alleys and rooms that seemingly vanished into thin air. Well, it's very weird. It's almost reminds me of the Winchester Hall. Yeah, the Winchester Halls, yeah. But like a way smaller scale. And hers was to stop ghosts from like figuring out stuff. This was, it's very like actually like a like a superstition from a different culture that she like built a modern craftsman house. That's a whole other wild. That's a whole other thing. This is okay. So we made literally like one of those tales from the crypt slash goose bumps murder houses where it's like don't go in there. Kid. Pretty much. Cool. While the intricate passages and darkened chambers of the castle

concealed Holmes most sinister street secrets, another realm of intrigue and deception existed parallel to this man's life. His entanglements with the with the female sex among the many who were lured into the treacherous waters of his life, the tale of Emelon's Sigrid stands out as a poignant testament to Holmes' malevolent magnetism and the amount of manipulation he was willing to pour for Sue. Emelon, with her raven black hair and do-eyed innocence, was a woman of ambition and dreams. Hailing from a modest background, she carried aspirations larger than the confines of her current life. As the typist, her days were filled with monotonous tapping of typewriter keys in the humdrum life of an office gig,

but she harbored a burning desire, one that would set her on a collision course with the enigmatic Dr. Holmes. She wished to trade her typewriter for a stethoscope and venture into the world of medicine. And nowhere better in Englewood to learn about medicine than Dr. Holmes. In the vast expanse of Chicago, their past tross one fateful day. Holmes, ever the charmer, presented himself as a well-established doctor and entrepreneur, his tales of surgeries, medical breakthroughs, and the labyrinthian quarters of the castle, which he portrayed as a beacon of prosperity and modernity left emelence starry eyed. He spoke eloquently of his adventures, painting vivid pictures of his opulence and success.

It wasn't just words. The tangible evidence of his affluence was evidence in his fine clothing, the gold watch that dangled from his waistcoat, the sheep of banknotes. He casually often displayed the talking crow that lived on the shoulder. Don't trust the doctor. Nothing has changed about the play a game. Dress well show money for no reason. Like nothing has changed.

You could put this in any time except for gold watch. This is like, what is the name? Tate, isn't it Tate? Like the asshole who's like, like sex crime asshole, did the same thing. All he did was like flex his money and shit, that's all he ever did. Yeah, the scam still works to the stage while. Speaking of all the rich people out there, don't go patreon.com slash sheluminati pot in case you forgot.

Holmes obviously sensed the young woman's aspirations and began to weave for her a dream. He spoke of a world where she, Emelon's Cigarette, could transition from a mere typist to a revered medical professional. He promised to be her mentor, to introduce her to the right people, to finance her education, and to pay her path with golden opportunities. The idea of being under the tutelage of such a

distinguished doctor was a temptation that was much to alluring for a young Emelon to resist. But Holmes, interest in Emelain, wasn't purely professional or altruistic if you haven't learned by now. He was smitten by her beauty and youthful naivety. Their relationship rapidly transformed from that of a mentor mentee to something much more intimate. The phantom of the opera and a singer. Exactly. That's exactly what it was. She homes showered her with gifts, took her to the city's finest establishments, and of course consistently whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Emlin caught in the whirlwind of romance, found herself deeply and snattered in

his web. And much like Jesse, you said not too long ago, he's literally doing everything for her. She has no, what he's's paying like everything is being taken care for her just as you used an example. She says, no, she's fucking stuck. He's basically like integrating himself into her entire like reality. Mm-hmm. And fully. And as the days turn into weeks and weeks and a months, that shimmer of the golden dream

began tarnishing. Emelene's interaction with Holmes became sporadic. The promises of medical school and introduction seemed to fade into the ether. On the rare occasions when she was seen, her once vibrant eyes seemed clouded with uncertainty and fear. West whispers began circulating in Anglewood about her sudden reclusiveness, her pale demeanor, and her apparent reluctance to speak about Dr. Holmes. And then, just as suddenly as she had entered Holmes' life, Emile

vanished. Residents of Englewood, especially those who had seen the young couple together, were left with haunting questions. What happened to the vivacious young woman who once dreamt of being a doctor? Had she simply left the pursue her dreams elsewhere, it was her disappearance tied to the eerie and sprawling edifice that was becoming the castle. The chilling truth would remain buried, much like many of home secrets, in the dark recesses of that malevolent mansion. And that's the thing, a lot of this man's disappearances, the ones we know vanished. We don't have evidence as to what actually happened to them. We never found bodies. We don't really know. Our assumption is when the castle was

burned down, so too was whatever evidence was in there. But we'll get to that because we just know she vanished. Maybe her being sick was evidence of her slow poisoning. We don't know. Simultaneously, Holmes' personal life drew more and more complex. Women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, seduced by his sophistication and constant promises of a luxurious life. Amelene Cigarand, a young and impressionable typist, who disappeared fell for all of those promises. It's his financial machinations were his forte, man. That's just what he was good at doing and how he locked people in. Creditors, suppliers, and investors were constantly cycling through the revolving doors of the castle,

each ensnared in Holmes' web of deceit. Many of those companies were left bankrupt. Their life savings vanished into the abyss of Holmes' scams. And while financial ruin was common fate for those entangled with Holmes, others suffered obviously a much more chilling end, but yeah, it's very, it reminds me a little bit of like the stories of we heard of like when Trump hired people to like build this his his buildings and they would never get paid. It's this homes did that to every single person that came through to build and he would work his scams and companies and always push it off until like they just went bankrupt and no longer could ask for money.

He just in that or some people just, uh, disappeared. The Englewoods bustling community with its family and tradesmen was completely unaware of what was happening still. The shadows that were being casted by the castles, uh, and truly when it means castle, like tarots and parapets, like, in this building, sure, secrets that would only come to light years later. His reign over this bizarre, a dark castle and his killing empire, I guess. Chicago's underbelly was about to witness the horrors unleashed. His killing empire is a phrase. Yeah, yeah, thanks. In the angle of neighborhood of Chicago, where the castle now sat, under the guidance and design of its mastermind. It was an architectural ignigma specifically designed to kill fucking people. It was unlike any other building in the vicinity.

On the surface, it was a mixed use edifice, comprised of the first floor having retail spaces on the ground floor, including a pharmacy that homes acquired under mysterious circumstances. Right. And apartments on the upper levels to the casual observer at unsuspecting tenant, it was merely a modern commercial building. But hidden within its walls were a series of mazes, trap doors, shoots, secret rooms, and a, and a basement lined and filled with that lie where all those shoots led to lie like this building like like the L.Y.E. like the lie that was delivered overnight to him as we said a little bit ago. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was constructed, right?

They have the same people that made the Batcave make this like. No, like I know, like I know. Like they he cycled through multiple companies and they ended up bankrupt. Most of them ended up bankrupt and some of the people building it Disappoint surely people when they built it like they look damn this a lot of shoots No because they were the way so I don't I don't really go into detail But the way we were building you a jet hanger underneath your mansion Yes, for example you hire people to go build one very specific room and not able to see

or touch anything else. And then another team or another company, they were building the pipes that led to each in every room. That's the only thing they were able to build and touch. And then another person was building the base like it was all at different times over the course of months. It was so fractured that nobody really had the complete picture as to what the hell was actually being brought. I can never believe people can get away with that, but it's very clearly they did.

And it's also the 1890s. You know, it's still that. It's still the 1890s. I'd be talking to everybody like, this dude got shoots in his home. That's fucking insane. Let me, you know, I say this a little bit later, but I, this is a good time right now to go over to some of the things that were built. So this is, I have a little list of some of the areas and rooms.

First, one of the things that were built were gas chambers. What? It is home? Some of the rooms, the apartments, designed were designed as airtight chambers, where homes could release gas to affixiate his victims. These rooms had gas lines connected to them, and Holmes could control the release of the gas from his own bedroom. Stop. Then there was the secret. How sure are we about this?

Some of this were pretty positive, definitely, like existed. So, the question really becomes, did he use it as often as he claims he did and did they all work all the time? Like, this building definitely existed. There was a kill mansion for real. There was a mansion for real, we know there was shoots, we know there was a basement with a lot. Tenants though, he had people living in a apartment. And people there, right?

They still live there and he just killed them. So it was kind of a gamble. You didn't really know. If you were a single mom with a little girl, like the early kid, you were likely going to be killed according to Holmes. What else? Let me get to the rest. Let me get to the rest.

There was also the secret shoot. This was hidden in the walls that were the shoots that allowed Holmes to quickly dispose of bodies. The shoots led straight to the basement where it had set up an operation that dealt with all that lie to deal with the remains of all the bodies. There was the soundproof vault located near his office. This was a bank vault turned into a torture chamber. Victims were locked inside and with it's soundproof design, their screams went unheard due to its airtight nature, victims often suffocated to death in there.

What? Fucking wild. Often? I say more than once as it's me saying often in terms of how many people he claims to have killed in there. Labyrinthian hallways alone, the second floor was a maze of stairways that led to nowhere, doors that opened to brick walls, and hallways that twisted back on themselves. This design was meant to disorient and trap victims if they were trying

to escape, making the escape near impossible. So, you literally built the place and it was like on the off chance, they got out of the airtight locked room, it'll be like Alice in Wonderland and they'll never know where they're going. This dude is wild. Dude, yeah, this got way more wild than I thought it would. Well, the basement, also known as a basement of horrors, was arguably the most gruesome part of the castle.

It was equipped with surgical tables and instruments, suggesting that Holmes dissected a lot of his victims when the bodies slid down the chute. There were also vats of acid, pits of quick lime for decomposing, shflesh, and a large kiln or furnace presumably used to cremate bodies. Some reports also suggest that there were scratch scratching racks. They also had hinged walls in secret panels. Certain walls in the castle were hinged, allowing them to be moved or adjusted.

This feature along with various secret panels enable homes to sneak around and access rooms without being seen. The dude would literally have like in the middle of the night, like a wall would move at a place and there with his like fingers and it's like hanging like a vampire as homes. Like how is that possible, dude? This is bonkers, terror type.

How is that possible? Then the last bit, some of the rooms were padded and soundproof to ensure that no cries for help were heard from the outside. Some rooms were entirely soundproof. A few were padded, like I said, and like, much like an insane asylum is padded to cell, basically, which could serve both to muffle the sound and prevent victims from injuring themselves in a bid to escape.

There's like a small slap dash of like what was being built at that time, what he was trying to, what he was operating. Again, how much of it was operational properly, how much he used, we do know, we killed a couple people via the gasing them, like we know that happened. It just did 27 victims happen like he claimed. I was watching the show How To With John Wilson the other day. And on the show, he ended up talking, he was going to extreme lengths to go to the bathroom was kind of the vibe of the show that he was doing.

And he eventually went to this guy who was slowly trying to move his family into a missile silo, like that he was like converting into a house. I've seen stuff like that online. Yeah. And he had inside the missile silo, none of the walls were built, none of the toilets were running, anything like that. But there was in one room,

like every single one of those like three, fourth size arcade cabinets, standing against one back wall that are for sale. And all the like like some like shredding metal acts guitar and like a half stack amp and all this crazy stuff. And in my mind, I'm wondering if H H Holmes was kind of more like that than like this like Batman villain from the 1800s where like he just had these this stuff rigged up and he was like, this is sick. Because it just seems so impossible that I could happen more than

one time. And then anybody wouldn't just find out about it just from the screaming alone. Yeah, I mean, but, but okay, well, yeah, but if it was soundproofed as well as he claims, nobody be able to hear it. And you got to keep in mind too, the way he positioned his place, a lot of his victims were people traveling into Chicago or visiting. A lot of his victims were people who lived in Englewood. They were people who were coming for the world's fair, the Colombian fair. That was like a lot of who his victims were. That's true. Yeah, that's true. Sorry, I'm obsessed with trying to figure out if this story is what sparks a lot of the, I don't know, like the weird 70s, 80s movies of murder mansion.

You know, at that, and I tried to look, but there's a lot more books than there are movies. So there's gotta be, I mean, like, a lot of it is so out there that had to have been like a Tales from the Crypt episode, you know what I mean? Like, there's gotta be something. Right, exactly. So, by the time the building was finally finished and the structure was fairly operational, Holmes had set his sights on more than just architectural domination.

Clearly, he said I'm being one of the most prolific serial killers Chicago had ever seen. And so, now, using his charm, deceptive practices combined with the castle that he could bring people to, his real reign of evil began. One of the first was Julia Smith. And by Smith, I spell it, she spells it rather, SMYTHE. Smife maybe? Julia Smife could be. She was the wife of Ned Conner,

who had moved into Holmes building and began working at his pharmacy's jewelry counter. Yeah, that keep in mind, again, first floor had retail like spaces. So he had people working like where he was also living and having them live. With time, Julia started in a fair with Holmes. And Ned, when he learned about it, obviously,

left Julia, moving away and leaving her and their daughter, Pearl, behind. Julian Pearl were last seen on Christmas Eve of 1891, not long after Connor left. Holmes claimed that she had died during an abortion, but their bodies were never found. And what happened to them, we don't really know other than Holmes clearly killed them. Well, so he really did maybe just dump a bunch of people into a giant vat of lie and just disappear them. Yes. Huh. Like it happened. The question is, did it happen as he said, and did it happen, as often as he said? I'm always, I always just sort of assume that he maybe did this like one time, but the fact that it's actually happened more than once is fucking crazy to me.

She, uh, you know, then obviously Emeline, as we said, she, uh, to give you a date when she disappeared, she disappeared in December of 1892 and Holmes excused for that was varying. He never really had a certain thing, but she was just never seen again. And in his insidious game of cat and mouse, Holmes also engaged with many Williams in 1893. She was a Texas RS who Holmes convinced to transfer the deed of her Texas property to a man named Alexander Bond, which was an alias of H. H. Holmes, of course. That's my name. What is better? H. H. Holmes or Alexander Bond? I'm biased, but I'm going with Alexander Bond.

It's pretty good. Uh, it's a little bit of a, even, H Holmes. H H Holmes sounds like a doctor who's a good man. Alexander Bond will rip you off. Yeah. That guy is a scammer. He's already a walking copyright infringement. So it's then more impressive than that Holmes is able to convince her to transfer it to Alexander Bond instead of himself obviously and then many inner sister nanny were both invited to the castle.

While the exact details remain murky as ever like most of his neither sister was ever seen again after their visit. They literally arrived to visit and then they were just instantly gone. Nobody fucking really bothered to figure it out. Holmes, malevolent practices didn't stop at murder. He was also a fucking con artist, less you forget. He was adept at swindling money from unsuspecting victims and with insurance fraud became another staple of his repertoire, even here in Englewood. As the world's Colombian exposition, also known as the Chicago World's Fair drew tens of thousands to the city in 1893, Holmes Castle became an attractive location for lodgings, and many who sought rooms in his buildings were never heard from again. The transient nature of the city's population during the fair

made it very easy for Holmes to carry out his dark deeds without immediate suspicion. It's worth noting that while the castle was a place of untold horrors, not all of Holmes victims met their fate there. His reign of terror spanned various locations and involved a myriad of schemes. However, the castle was the emblematic piece of Holmes' dark genius, a physical manifestation of what he truly wanted to be. It wouldn't be until later that authorities would begin to grasp the full scope of Holmes' atrocities.

Pacing together his intricate web of crimes was a daunting task, but as the walls of the castle were breached finally, the true horror of what transpired within came to light, cementing Holmes' place as one of America's most notorious serial killers. The initial thing that kind of pulled the thread on Holmes' entire operation was a girl named Sarah, who was a young woman from a rural town, was one of the many people who had fallen into Holmes' web of deceit. Lured by the promise of employment in the big city, she had been given a room in the castle.

She quickly became disoriented within its twisting hallways, never realizing the walls of her room could be adjusted to make the space smaller. She felt a growing sense of dread, a feeling that something was wrong, and it wasn't long before she discovered a peephole in her door. And she became aware of right behind that peephole was a small gas nozzle hidden behind a event. Hanik surged through her as she tried desperately to find a way out, but every door she opened seemed to lead to another confounding hallway or a sealed brick wall.

Her desperate cries for help echoed through the hallways only to be drowned out by the walls' homes had carefully insulated to stifle sound. The basement obviously is where the bodies would end up, and the exact number of victims homes tortured and killed like this is still a topic for debate. Some say it was as few as nine, which is still a high number, while others speculate that it was in the hundreds. No, I don't think it was in the hundreds personally, but there are quite a few people out there. And I mean, it's easy to kind of slap a number, a big number as people go missing at this time around even in just this area, it was easy to slap it on homes.

And homes was no, would never say no to bringing more infamy onto himself even after he was arrested. So I don't think it was a hundred. I think it was probably closer to nine. I think it was closer to a lower number personally, but yeah, there are guesses as high as a couple hundred. Um, yeah, it wouldn't be revealed until Holmes would be captured and brought to justice just one year later in 1894.

So his murder castle was like a three year stint. It was a few years of being built, open in 1891. He had like two or three years where he murdered like crazy and then he built open in 1891. He had like two or three years were murdered like crazy. And then he was caught in 1894. Yeah, this, this was all, his, his fall was kind of a win for the police at this time. In the 19th, the snow underbelly of 19th century America, when it's gasliot streets and promises of new beginnings were kind of lay there like a serpent with homes there ready to strike. As the sun set on a multitude

of his sinister endeavors, it was one final gambit, one last act of treachery that would mark the end of his killing spree. In 1894, Benjamin Pitezel, a carpenter by trade and a criminal by disposition, was deeply entangled in Holmes' dark web. Pytzel had been an accomplice of Holmes in various fraud schemes over the years. He was kind of his fraud partner. He was a lot of like two-man good jobs to get some money. Right, right. Like a Giuliani, if you will. Yeah, yeah.

Yes, there you go. They had staged accidents and collected insurance money, always scurrying the watchful eye of the law, but Holmes, ever the opportunists envisioned a grander scheme that involved not just fraud, but murder. The plan was audacious in its simplicity. Pytzel would take out a $10,000 life insurance policy on himself, which today's money is around $300,000. He would then, quote, unquote, disappear, and Holmes would, due to his thieving ways, produce a cadaver, which they would claim was

Pitesll's body. With the insurance money then secured, they would split the proceeds and move on to their next nefarious like scam. But Holmes, as history has shown, was not one to share for very long. Stop. Stop. And insurance fraud is what got this dude. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's, yeah, yeah, it's literally what, what, what, this is like bringing down, you

know, like mobsters for tax action. Yeah, Capone was the same thing. Same thing. Yeah. So good. One day we'll do more mobster stuff. I love the mobster stuff. But Capone also didn't have a fucking vat of lie at the bottom of his house where all his victims turned to that is, that is a flaw in this whole plan serial killers will bury bodies way out the middle of nowhere this guy's like under my house. It's easier that way So fucking nuts On September 2nd 1894 in a non-descript house in Philadelphia

Holmes and Pytzel prepared to plan to put their plan into motion Pytzel trusting his friend drank a bizarre potion that was given him by Homes, purported by Homes to just help him relax and chill out. As the drug coursed through its system and his world grew more and more dim, Homes and cold precision turned on the gas, letting it flood the room, and it wasn't long before Pytzel was dead, the victim of his accomplices' treachery. To make the corpse resemble an accidental death, Holmes did what he did back in his small town where he grew up. He disfigured Pytzel's body

using chemicals, making identification more challenging for the police. However, as with many grand schemes, things didn't go exactly as planned this time. Insurance investigators growing increasingly suspicious of the amount of claims surrounding homes over the years, this batch of detective named Frank Geier, G-E-Y-E-R, to look into Pytzel's death. Geier was methodical, relentless, and had an intuition that was that something was wrong. As he dug deeper, the threads quickly began to unravel. He soon discovered that Pytzel's wife unaware of her husband's death and under Holmes' manipulative spell still was searching for her missing spouse. He was looking for her. Her alarmingly, more alarmingly, three of Pyt's El's children were also unaccounted for, missing.

Holmes had taken them under the pretense of reuniting them with their father, leading them on a grim cross-country journey only to murder two of the girls and hide their bodies in a trunk. Jesus. With evidence mounting, though, the news finally began to tighten around Holmes neck. And in Boston, on September 17, 1894, the law caught up with H.H. Holmes. He was arrested initially for insurance fraud. But as investigators starting piecing together the scope of his crimes, they stumbled upon

the horrors of the murder castle in Chicago and the true extent of his malevolence. Again, he did travel a lot, is a lot of his insurance scammed happen in other cities, he didn't do it all in one place all the time. It was the pitesal case with its blend of fraud and cold blooded murder that ultimately brought down America's first documented serial killer. That's the other thing. Holmes is technically our first documented serial killer of the US. Well, like that's like he was a serial killer

He was something that's what I mean by documented. He's the first one people kind of acknowledge as what is known as a serial killer back then Obviously, there were people like Boone Helm before that and others like that were killing people all the time Wait, so did they do the term serial killer come from him? Oh God Or did it exist and then there's the first American one is what you're saying. I think like in the 60s, 1974 it became the turn. So as early as Ford's team, I guess what they mean is like that, or what I mean, rather, is like they, they note him as like killing us is like main focus. Like it's like all he fucking care about. So definition wise, unimportant. You mean like the first the Joker. Yeah, the first, yeah, the first to do this. Okay. That's not like in the woods, trying to survive or whatever. So yeah,

it was in November 17th of 1894 in Boston, where they arrested him and they started figuring out what was going on in the murder castle and the true extent of his malevolence. And it was this case, the Pytzel case because of the weird mix that pulled it. And Holmes was tried and convicted for Pytzel's murder on May 7, 1896. So he was arrested in satin prison for two year, for around two years. That before he finally got kind of put away for it forever. This particular testament is interesting because it's while he is in prison, after the Pytzel case that the other murderers and other missing people's case, he started just kind of claiming to. It's one of, like, this is a really good example. An early example. It'd be like, melted them, melted them.

Of a, literally, like, of a serial killer who clearly was overexaggerating, that kills himself and what the house actually was able to be done by. But also like anything that went missing, he just kind of was like, I did it, I did it, and built his own kind of infamy on that. The thing is that he's very, very likely lying. There's no evidence that that many people were going into Anglewood and disappearing into Anglewood. Even when he was traveling, not every time he fucking disappeared, people were going into Englewood and disappearing into Englewood. Even when he was traveling,

not every time he fucking disappeared, people were going away and disappearing, but he would still claim these things. And I think that leads to why his great, great grandson or whatever, also like he was also Jack the Ripper, because he was like traveling and maybe was killing, but that's just not, that's just not true on how it went down. And before anybody could truly know what the house was like, what it actually was in that home, it was fucking quote unquote mysteriously burned down. The whole fucking place? Yeah, the whole castle burned down. Nobody found the lie pit underground?

No, like that's, I think that was one of the pieces of evidence that was able to be like seen. Yeah, the home's castle burned in, let me give you an exact date. August 19th, the role of buildings at 63rd and Wallace streets, Anglewood burned this morning. This row constituted the castle in which HH Holmes, the confessed insurance swindler, now awaiting sentence in Philadelphia is popularly supposed to have concocted many of his crimes committed in numerous murders. August 20th, 1895, that's when the House burned down. So while he was in prison, the House burned down. And again, nobody really knew, because again, he was arrested for insurance fraud. And that's what he was sitting in prison for for while

they did this like, exploration to his killings. And before they could even really learn much more about the house, the house fucking went down. And as you can see in the newspaper clipping, it's he's most known for his fucking insurance cross, his insurance swindling and quote unquote, supposed murder. They didn't even know for that point. But regardless, the killing of that particular individual plus with all the insurance scams, our dear old homes would be put to death hung in 1897, but a story would live on an infamy forever. And that boys is the story of H. H. It's absolutely unbelievable how wild you could get like now. Yep. There's wild people of a different kind, but this is just like you put on a costume, you're like, I'm not, I'm not a Hubert M's society, you can't do that, but what's the order to, but it's still possible.

Oh my God, it's possible. So the woman who was just, she had the company, she wore all, she tried to look like Steve Jobs. And she would, she was like the chicken. Yeah, like the big guys. The third most thermos, so what about that? Theranos. Theranos. Theranos.

We're like a fake blood test that was all BS and she's conned so many people. Yeah. Like she and the dude that worked with her were just conned everyone. That's true. And it happened still. Yep, it definitely happened still. It just back then that was. It was.

I told everyone they were very important like science doctors and we know our stuff. And they just lied. And then they got other people to lie for them till finally people were like, we probably shouldn't lie anymore. Like you can do that. Who that it happens? Absolutely.

I mean, Boone Helm straight up lied about who he was related to when people would talk to him like it's just, it's wild and AJ Cholm, so the thing I want to say at the very end here is that in the past, about four years, some more discoveries have come to light in that a lot of what is home was supposed, how often it was used, are being proven to kind of be truly false. There not only is there no evidence, but a lot of the people who were supposedly missing down the line, you can kind of figure out what happened to them.

Not everybody claims murdered was murdered by them. Other reason for the disappearances would come forward over the century or two as time would go on. But homes and so like when you're left, what we really left with is like the group of like about nine, whereas like the three women he kind of seduced plus the kids he killed, along with the older couple, you know, you're looking at, I would say, probably nine he killed and he probably used his home, he likely gasped them. How much of that home worked like a moving maze, like they claim,

I, there's no way to fucking know. But I'm certain he had a couple of kill rooms that he used to gas people. And he had little like people so he could watch them die too. So, so like. The spirit of it is there regardless of how real it is. Yeah, the man did kill people, he was evil and he did attempt to build himself a crazy murder

castle. He at least believed he had a murder castle and was using it. Yeah, that's fucking nuts. And that is our story of H H Holmes, everybody. Yeah, next week, we got a couple special episodes coming for you. We'll we'll announce the, you know, we'll keep the guys surprises. Yeah, they're good, they're good surprises. Come see us. I hope you guys see us at, I hope you come see us at Indie Popcon. Yeah, that'd be great. And well, when they're listening to this, they're app Indie Popcon. So hopefully they're listening to this episode as they're walking into our panel. Shout out to the show rather. Shout out to Jesse. Jesse will be there. If you're, yeah, shout out, Espas for being like for Jesse. Jesse will be there. If you're, yeah, shout out Espas for being like the guest.

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