Hello and welcome to my Victorian nightmare. I'm your host, Genevieve Mannion,

and I'm here to talk about mysterious deaths, morbid fascinations, disturbing stories, and otherwise spooky events from the Victorian era.

Because to me, there's just something especially intriguing, creepy, and oddly comforting

about horror and mayhem from the 19th century.

So, listener discretion is advised.

Hello, friends, and welcome to this, my third minisode. I feel like last week's episode title is far more fitting for this week's episode now, it was marvelous and alarming madness.

This will be my miniest of sods, by the way.

I desperately tried to make a real episode this week.

I tried to find out how to talk about horrifying things in a horrifying time,

and I decided to, for now,

rather than struggle with how to do that and probably

fail at it, spend that time with brilliant and beautiful friends and family of mine and do my

very best to discuss what is true. So I frankly didn't have time to do much of anything else, and any time I did have,

I've been just too deeply in, like, squiggly thoughts or too deep in a bowl of gummy bears

to deliver to you the standard fare. I will get back on my black horse soon. Don't worry, but for today,

if you would allow me to, for a short time, wax on some current affairs, I would be very much obliged.

And I apologize because my thoughts are a bit rambling, but here we are all folks who

hoped we were better or could be. Many of us, our thoughts are now rambling. I've had a hard time

listening to music the last few days. I know that whatever I listen to is just going to become

like the soundtrack for all this

disappointment. So nothing has been feeling right except for one thing. I've been listening to

the theme from the original 90s Unsolved Mysteries show on a loop. It's on Spotify, if you haven't heard it, or even if you have,

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