Obscura: A True Crime Podcast

When 24-year-old Sydney Loofe met her online date "Audrey" in November 2017, she thought she had met the woman of her dreams. In actuality, this encounter was really just a way of ensnaring Sydney in a trap set by a depraved man and his accomplice. Black Label Episodes AND Ad-Free episodes are now available on our Black Label Podcasting channel on Apple Podcasts Premium. You can also support Obscura and access the additional Black Label Episodes that are released exclusively to Black Label Supporters on Patreon here. Obscura is a true crime podcast that explores your morbid curiosity. Listener discretion is advised. Find us on all podcasting platforms here. Episode Sponsor: -Go to Talkspace.com and use the code OBSCURA to get 100$ off your first month.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

When I created Black Label, it was a response to the backlash I received after covering Nick Stoutzenberger. Or Nick Bate as he’s known online. Angry blog posts and emails were written. Twitter was pissed. I realized that I needed a buffer for the darker content. And Black Label has served that purpose well. Going back to the original episode and hear it after all of these years has been a trip. Though I’m not happy with the quality of the production. Today we return to the case that laid the groundwork. The beginning before the beginning. The prequel. We return and we cement the case into the dark halls of Black Label. Now. I’m not going to waste your time any longer. Listener, I hope you enjoy this production of Black Label Episode 0. Nick Stoutzenberger: Into the Mouth of Madness. ‌Black Label Episodes AND Ad-Free episodes are now available on our Black Label Podcasting channel on Apple Podcasts Premium. You can also support Obscura and access the additional Black Label Episodes that are released exclusive

When 24-year-old Sydney Loofe met her online date "Audrey" in November 2017, she thought she had met the woman of her dreams. In actuality, this encounter was really just a way of ensnaring Sydney in a trap set by a depraved man and his accomplice. Black Label Episodes AND Ad-Free episodes are now available on our Black Label Podcasting channel on Apple Podcasts Premium. You can also support Obscura and access the additional Black Label Episodes that are released exclusively to Black Label Supporters on Patreon here. Obscura is a true crime podcast that explores your morbid curiosity. Listener discretion is advised. Find us on all podcasting platforms here. Episode Sponsor: Go to Grove.com/OBSCURA today to get a free gift set worth up to fifty dollars with your first order.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

On the afternoon of Sunday, November 21, 2021, the beautiful town of Taunton in Somerset, northwest England held its annual Christmas lights switch on. Families arrived in the town center with their young children to watch as the bright festive lights came to life lighting up the buildings around them. It’s a tradition many families enjoy together each year. But that day marked the end of family life for two families in 2021. In a small village called Norton Fitzwarren just outside Taunton, a haze of extreme explosive violence would result in two people losing their lives, young children left orphaned and one man facing a criminal trial for double murder. Black Label Episodes AND Ad-Free episodes are now available on our Black Label Podcasting channel on Apple Podcasts Premium. You can also support Obscura and access the additional Black Label Episodes that are released exclusively to Black Label Supporters on Patreon here. Obscura is a true crime podcast that explores your morbid curiosity. Listener discreti

Listener, enjoy this Black Label episode. 17 year old Andrew Brown, had a previous dating relationship with 16 years old Tiffany. Tiffany ended that relationship. In an expression of teenage rage Andrew Brown would go on to do the unforgivable. Black Label Episodes AND Ad-Free episodes are now available on our Black Label Podcasting channel on Apple Podcasts Premium. You can also support Obscura and access the additional Black Label Episodes that are released exclusively to Black Label Supporters on Patreon here. Obscura is a true crime podcast that explores your morbid curiosity. Listener discretion is advised. Find us on all podcasting platforms here. Episode Sponsors: -Go to Grove.com/OBSCURA today to get a free gift set worth up to fifty dollars with your first order. Plus, shipping is fast and FREE. -Visit audible.com/listentomoriartyAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Nothing will set anger alight more intensely than betrayal. Once this fire starts to burn, for certain people, there’s only one way to dampen it down and extinguish the flames. Love is an emotion that is presumed to last forever. An invisible bond between two people that is cherished, nurtured, and protected. It is the fairy-tale dream. The concept of it being transferable, changeable, and decidedly unflinching in doing so is never considered until it becomes confrontational and impossible to ignore. In 2018 a quiet rural farm in Earlville, Iowa became a scene of horror in a matter of seconds. That frosty November morning was the accumulation of months of discontent, hidden fears, and quiet planning in a marriage that was deeply scarred. Love, betrayal, revenge, and self-preservation are the undercurrents of this case. Building in intensity they weaved together like hissing snakes seeking their final destination and most anticipated meal. Cold-blooded and determined they were the driver of one man’s actions t

Nothing will set anger alight more intensely than betrayal. Once this fire starts to burn, for certain people, there’s only one way to dampen it down and extinguish the flames. Love is an emotion that is presumed to last forever. An invisible bond between two people that is cherished, nurtured, and protected. It is the fairy-tale dream. The concept of it being transferable, changeable, and decidedly unflinching in doing so is never considered until it becomes confrontational and impossible to ignore. In 2018 a quiet rural farm in Earlville, Iowa became a scene of horror in a matter of seconds. That frosty November morning was the accumulation of months of discontent, hidden fears, and quiet planning in a marriage that was deeply scarred. Love, betrayal, revenge, and self-preservation are the undercurrents of this case. Building in intensity they weaved together like hissing snakes seeking their final destination and most anticipated meal. Cold-blooded and determined they were the driver of one man’s actions t

British man Neil Entwistle was once an intelligent university graduate with IT qualifications that could have taken him far in life. At 27-years old, he was a husband and a father on the first joyous steps to a new family life. Now he had little stimulation and little to look at day after day in the tiny space he could barely call his own. It was a world away from his expensive family rental in the suburbs of Hopkinton, Massachusetts. The grey concrete floor was in stark contrast to the chipped, rusting, and blue painted metal gate that boxed in his grim cell. He was an inmate at Middlesex County Jail in Cambridge, an ugly grey high-rise building regular inmates called ‘the slammer in the sky’. On the right, there was a metal bed firmly attached to the wall with a thin mattress thrown on top. On the left less than 2 feet away was a toilet and small washbasin also both screwed into the concrete wall. Entwistle had been charged with the brutal murder of his 27-year-old wife Rachel and his 9-month-old baby Lilli

We all have secrets. Internal thoughts we keep to ourselves. Actions and behaviours we carry out in private that no one else knows about. Part of those internal personal thoughts are fantasies, dreams, and desires that we don’t always share. But when those work together, when they have a dark undercurrent and come tumbling out of the mind and into real-life, the outcome is never a good one. In January 2006, the town of Hopkinton in Massachusetts became the scene of a heart-breaking and shocking tragedy that sparked attention in both America and the UK. In a small quiet family orientated cul-de-sac just under five miles from the town center, a young family had just begun their new lives in Massachusetts with their 9-month-old baby Lily. Within weeks, two family members would be dead and the other nowhere to be found. Secrets and lies, even those kept within the depths of darkness and firmly behind the mask of normality have a way of spilling out in the end. And when they do, it changes everything. CW: child de

In the Spring of 2016, the small town of Spalding in Lincolnshire, England found itself in the spotlight of media attention. For all the wrong reasons. Lives had been brutally snatched away in the dead of night within the setting that we all should have the right to feel safe in, our home. Asleep and peaceful, two innocent lives did not know the danger around them. They had no way of knowing what was coming for them that night. The minds behind these vile crimes were hidden behind childish faces and unassuming ages. They showed twisted depravity embedded in their psyches where selfish desire and an undercurrent of misplaced resentment fuelled two brutal cold-blooded murders. And they were the last two people anyone would suspect. -Visit us online at obscuracrimepodcast.com -Find us on all podcasting platforms: Obscura: https://link.chtbl.com/obscura -Support Obscura on Patreon and unlock the exclusive Black Label episodes: www.patreon.com/obscuracrimepodcast -Check out our other podcasts: itsarclightmedia.com

In Florida there is a man, a predator lying in wait. He’s got a long criminal record and a boat that’s not quite 30 feet. He owns a dark blue jeep Cherokee and uncontrollable violent urges. In this man, this predator’s past, are the image of his father, hanging by his neck, swaying in the basement. When he closes his eyes at night he recounts the memory of jumping in his father’s grave. Slamming his hands on the coffin. Writer: Justin Drown -Visit us online at obscuracrimepodcast.com -Find us on all podcasting platforms: Obscura: https://link.chtbl.com/obscura -Support Obscura on Patreon and unlock the exclusive Black Label episodes: www.patreon.com/obscuracrimepodcast -Check out our other podcasts: itsarclightmedia.com Episode Sponser: - Download your new favorite getaway, BEST FIENDS, for FREE today on the App Store or Google Play.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Here it is in all it's reimagined glory. The earliest roots of Black Label. The Oba Chandler series. Listener, I busted my butt to get this to you guys in a reasonable time. Justin In Florida there is a man, a predator lying in wait. He’s got a long criminal record and a boat that’s not quite 30 feet. He owns a dark blue jeep Cherokee and uncontrollable violent urges. In this man, this predator’s past, are the image of his father, hanging by his neck, swaying in the basement. When he closes his eyes at night he recounts the memory of jumping in his father’s grave. Slamming his hands on the coffin. Writer: Justin Drown -Visit us online at obscuracrimepodcast.com -Find us on all podcasting platforms: Obscura: Obscura: https://link.chtbl.com/obscura -Support Obscura on Patreon and unlock the exclusive Black Label episodes: www.patreon.com/obscuracrimepodcast -Check out our other podcasts: itsarclightmedia.comAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/priva

If you’ve ever been in a printing plant, you know how loud they tend be. The rhythmic banging and clicking of the presses combined with the purr of constant, high decibel white noise is surprisingly soothing once you get used to it. But on the morning of September 14, 1989, something about this familiar cacophony was suddenly off in a large facility in Louisville, Kentucky. It was too loud, and too erratic. Too sharp for the steady hum of the machines. And then…screaming. Because it wasn’t the machines – it was gunfire. And by the time silence descended on the Standard Gravure printing plant a half hour later, at roughly 9:00 AM, 12 people were wounded and 8 were dead. The identity of the killer was never in question – he put an SIG Sauer, a 9mm pistol, under his chin and died at the scene. The focus of the investigation was rather on a potential accomplice of this mass murderer, which you are likely already familiar with. You may know it by its street names, like “happy pills” or “bottled sunshine”; or you m

New York City in the 1980s was not the place we know it to be today, especially when it comes to violent crime. Almost no neighborhood was without risks, and no one was off limits. With millions of people living and working in such a confined space, commuting to and around Manhattan via the dirty, dangerous and heavily graffitied subway system was the only choice available to 3.3 million residents who relied on the subway every day. These days on the subway, transit officers have a reassuring presence. They ensure things are running smoothly and that any disturbances are dealt with swiftly. But in the 1980s, the city couldn’t afford to employ such security. Many citizens resented feeling scared, but there was little else they could do. The NYPD already had their work cut out for them in terms of responding to an overwhelming amount of daily emergency calls about violent assaults and murders. But it wouldn’t be long before widespread discontent about the amount of violent street crime in the Big Apple was abou

New York City in the 1980s was not the place we know it to be today, especially when it comes to violent crime. Almost no neighbourhood was without risks, and no one was off limits. With millions of people living and working in such a confined space, commuting to and around Manhattan via the dirty, dangerous and heavily graffitied subway system was the only choice available to 3.3 million residents who relied on the subway every day. These days on the subway, transit officers have a reassuring presence. They ensure things are running smoothly and that any disturbances are dealt with swiftly. But in the 1980s, the city couldn’t afford to employ such security. Many citizens resented feeling scared, but there was little else they could do. The NYPD already had their work cut out for them in terms of responding to an overwhelming amount of daily emergency calls about violent assaults and murders. But it wouldn’t be long before widespread discontent about the amount of violent street crime in the Big Apple was abo

In the case of Craig Price, otherwise known as the Warwick Slasher, there was every indication he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. His inherent charisma effectively deceived those closest to him. Little did they know he would go down in history as being Rhode Island’s most notorious serial killer. At the same time, his case would serve as a major catalyst for widespread reform. -Visit us online at obscuracrimepodcast.com -Support Obscura on Patreon and unlock the exclusive Black Label episodes: www.patreon.com/obscuracrimepodcast Episode Sponser: -Download Best Fiends FREE today on the App Store or Google PlayAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

On the October long weekend of 1997, 14-year-old Lauren Barry and 16-year-old Nichole Collins were enjoying a camping trip with some friends at a popular bush spot just outside Tathra, on the far south south coast of NSW. At the campsite there was relatively constant adult supervision, with parents checking in at regular intervals to ensure everyone was safe and well. As the Sunday night wore on, Nichole became contemplative about her recent relationship breakup. She knew her ex was at a party at a house a few kilometres away, and wanted to walk over to talk to him about getting back together. But by this time it was dark, and not necessarily safe to go walking through the bush alone given the risk of misadventure. If Nichole fell and injured herself, there’d be no way of calling for help, and these were the days before every teenager had a mobile phone. Nichole and Lauren decided to walk to the party together, and at 9pm they set off. It wasn’t unusual for teens in the area to walk to where they wanted to ge

On the October long weekend of 1997, 14-year-old Lauren Barry and 16-year-old Nichole Collins were enjoying a camping trip with some friends at a popular bush spot just outside Tathra, on the far south south coast of NSW. At the campsite there was relatively constant adult supervision, with parents checking in at regular intervals to ensure everyone was safe and well. As the Sunday night wore on, Nichole became contemplative about her recent relationship breakup. She knew her ex was at a party at a house a few kilometres away, and wanted to walk over to talk to him about getting back together. But by this time it was dark, and not necessarily safe to go walking through the bush alone given the risk of misadventure. If Nichole fell and injured herself, there’d be no way of calling for help, and these were the days before every teenager had a mobile phone. Nichole and Lauren decided to walk to the party together, and at 9pm they set off. It wasn’t unusual for teens in the area to walk to where they wanted to ge

On 1 November 2006, Kerry Nicol was worried. She hadn’t heard from her 19-year-old daughter Tania since she’d left their house just 2 nights earlier. The family lived on the outskirts of Ipswich, the biggest town in the county of Suffolk, in the East Anglia region of southeast England. The fact Tania hadn’t been in contact gave Kerry further cause to be concerned. She’d known for some time that Tania was an injecting drug user, and at one stage had even found syringes in her bedroom. Tania had sought help for her drug dependency, but the pull of addiction was strong. Tania soon found that sex work paid the money she needed to fund her habit, and she joined the group of around 30 to 40 street sex workers who worked the red-light district of Ipswich. Sometimes Tania stayed out with friends and didn’t come home until the next day. Which was why Kerry was so troubled when Tania didn’t return home or call like she usually did. Kerry reported her missing daughter to the police. There were conflicting reports that T

(Part 1) On 1 November 2006, Kerry Nicol was worried. She hadn’t heard from her 19-year-old daughter Tania since she’d left their house just 2 nights earlier. The family lived on the outskirts of Ipswich, the biggest town in the county of Suffolk, in the East Anglia region of southeast England. The fact Tania hadn’t been in contact gave Kerry further cause to be concerned. She’d known for some time that Tania was an injecting drug user, and at one stage had even found syringes in her bedroom. Tania had sought help for her drug dependency, but the pull of addiction was strong. Tania soon found that sex work paid the money she needed to fund her habit, and she joined the group of around 30 to 40 street sex workers who worked the red-light district of Ipswich. Sometimes Tania stayed out with friends and didn’t come home until the next day. Which was why Kerry was so troubled when Tania didn’t return home or call like she usually did. Kerry reported her missing daughter to the police. There were conflicting repor