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10/29/2025

In the 1830s, Portuguese serial killer Diogo Alves murdered over 70 people by robbing them and then throwing them off a 213-foot bridge. After his arrest, he was executed, with his head severed and preserved for scientists to study. It remains on display at the University of Lisbon to this day.

Born in Spain in 1810, Diogo Alves had a taste for crime at an early age. By 19, he was working as a servant in Lisbon, but had realized that thievery was far more profitable. He took up with an innkeeper named Maria Gertrude, who helped him to find wealthy victims. Eventually, Alves graduated to brazenly robbing passersby on the local aqueduct, then tossing them into the water below. He is believed to have killed some 70 people this way. But it wasn't his aqueduct murders that finally got him caught around 1839 — it was the gang he started with Gertrude's assistance. After murdering an entire family of a local doctor, Gertrude's 11-year-old daughter exposed her mother and Alves.

But his story didn't end there. After Alves was hung in 1841, scientists removed his head and preserved it in formaldehyde to be studied — and it remains perfectly intact to this day. Learn more about the serial killer whose head has been in a jar for nearly 200 years:

10/28/2025

When firefighters broke into Madame Delphine LaLaurie’s New Orleans mansion in 1834, they found several enslaved people chained, mutilated, and barely alive — some with broken limbs, gouged eyes, and holes drilled into their skulls. The once-beloved socialite fled before she could face justice.

In 1834, a fire broke out at the Royal Street mansion of Madame Delphine LaLaurie, one of New Orleans’ most admired socialites. But when firefighters entered the burning home, they uncovered a chamber of horrors that stunned even a city accustomed to the brutality of slavery.

Inside the attic were several enslaved people who had been kept in chains for years — starved, beaten, and grotesquely mutilated. Witnesses reported that one victim had her limbs broken and reset so that she resembled a crab, some had their mouths sewn shut, and others had their eyes gouged out. One witness even claimed that there were people with holes in their skulls, and wooden spoons near them, presumably used to stir their brains.

The news spread rapidly through New Orleans, sparking riots as angry citizens destroyed the mansion. But before she could be arrested, LaLaurie escaped by carriage and fled to France, where she lived out her remaining years in quiet exile.

The LaLaurie Mansion, rebuilt after the fire, still stands today in the French Quarter. Locals claim that it remains haunted by the cries of the people who were once imprisoned inside.

10/28/2025

In 1978, Soviet geologists discovered a family living in complete isolation deep in Siberia. The Lykovs had fled Stalin’s persecution in 1936 and, for 42 years, survived without any human contact, technology, or knowledge that World War II had even happened.

In 1978, a group of Soviet geologists surveying the remote Siberian wilderness encountered a small clearing, situated more than 150 miles from the nearest known settlement. When they investigated, they found a crude log cabin and, inside, a family that had been living completely cut off from the rest of the world for 42 years.

The Lykov family had fled civilization in 1936 after Karp Lykov, a member of the Old Believers, saw his brother killed during Stalin’s persecution of religious minorities. Taking his wife and two young children, he disappeared deep into the Siberian taiga, where the family built a secluded homestead and survived off the land.

Over the decades, they endured many hardships. Their tools wore out, their clothes disintegrated, and after a brutal snowstorm in 1961 destroyed their crops, they were forced to eat bark, roots, and leather. Karp’s wife, Akulina, starved to death so her children could live. Still, they refused to return to society, relying instead on a few precious shoots of rye to rebuild their food supply.

When the geologists met them, the younger children — Dmitry and Agafia — had never seen another human being. They didn’t recognize bread, salt, or even fabric that wasn’t homemade.

10/26/2025

On this day in 1860, Frank "Pistol Pete" Eaton was born in Hartford, Connecticut. When Eaton was eight his family moved from Hartford to the town of Twin Mound in western Kansas, and later that year his father (an abolitionist) was killed by a group of ex-Confederate vigilantes. A family friend provided him with his first pistol, and he quickly became a crack shot.

In an effort to further improve his marksmanship, at the age of 15 Eaton paid a visit to the US Army base at Fort Gibson. Although too young to join the ranks, he reportedly outshot all of the base’s best marksmen, and the fort’s commanding officer awarded him a marksmanship badge and gave him the nickname “Pistol Pete.”

In 1889 Eaton participated that year’s Oklahoma Land Run, claiming land near present-day Perkins. Here he served as sheriff and pursued a career as a blacksmith, becoming a beloved figure in the community who often regaled the locals with tales of his adventures. After he led the local Armistice Day Parade in 1923, students at Oklahoma State University (then Oklahoma A&M) asked Eaton if he would represent the school as mascot, and he agreed.

Over the years, Eaton’s Pistol Pete persona became a beloved fixture of Oklahoma State Athletics events, and the first mascot head and costume appeared on the sidelines in 1958. Eaton passed away later that same year at the age of 97, leaving behind some remarkable stories of courage and resilience as well as an immortal mark on the area's history. Pistol Pete was named America’s Top Mascot in a 2010 ESPN poll, and continues to inspire generations of OSU fans to this day.

10/26/2025

He smiled as the hood came down. Then, on April 19, 1928, in Benton, Illinois, Shachnai “Charlie” Birger met his end beneath a spring sky and the gaze of thousands. Once a soldier in the Russian Empire, born in 1881 in Adygea, he had crossed an ocean to chase fortune—and found it in gun smoke and bootleg whiskey. As the roaring twenties burned through the Midwest, Birger built an empire from vice and violence, his name feared from saloon floors to courthouse steps. He waged war against the Ku Klux Klan and the Shelton Brothers Gang alike, turning Southern Illinois into a battlefield of greed, pride, and fire. But empires built on bullets don’t last forever, and by the time the law caught up, Birger was already halfway to legend.

They said he laughed during his trial, trading jokes with the reporters who packed the courtroom. When the sentence came—death by hanging—he tipped his hat and said, “It’s fair.” On the morning of his ex*****on, he stood straight in his dark suit, a cigar stub between his teeth, as the gallows loomed against the pale sky. The sheriff asked if he had any last words. Birger just grinned and said, “It’s a beautiful world.” The hood was drawn, the rope adjusted, and the air went still. Then the trap fell, and the man who had ruled with a tommy gun and a smile swung silent before the crowd.

By noon, his body was gone, the gallows dismantled, and Illinois had seen its last public hanging. But the legend of Charlie Birger lived on—in the whispers of speakeasies, in the cracked bottles buried beneath the hills, and in the stories of a man who fought the Klan, defied the law, and met death laughing. Some called him a villain, others a folk hero, but all agreed on one thing: when the rope tightened in Benton that day, he faced it like he faced everything else—with a grin and no regrets.

10/26/2025

She gave him ten children and buried three—and he repaid her by calling her lazy, jealous, and dull.

Charles Dickens is celebrated as one of literature's greatest voices for the oppressed. He wrote with compassion about poverty, cruelty, and injustice.But at home, he was the oppressor.Catherine Hogarth married Dickens in 1836 when she was 21. Over the next sixteen years, she gave birth to ten children. Ten pregnancies. Ten labors. Ten recoveries while managing a household that never stopped moving as Dickens' fame grew.Three of those children died young. Catherine buried them while still raising the survivors, still managing a famous writer's demanding social life, still expected to be the perfect Victorian wife.And when her body showed the toll—when she gained weight after ten pregnancies, when exhaustion slowed her down, when grief made her withdraw—Dickens turned on her.He called her inadequate. He told friends she was mentally unstable. He blamed her for everything wrong in his life.Then, at 45, he fell in love with an 18-year-old actress named Ellen Ternan.Divorce was impossible in Victorian England without scandal that would destroy both their reputations. So Dickens found another solution: he would simply erase Catherine.In 1858, after 22 years of marriage, he forced her out of their home. He had a door between their bedrooms bricked up—a physical wall to match the emotional one.But that wasn't cruel enough.He published a letter—now called "The Violated Letter"—in which he portrayed himself as the victim of an incompatible marriage. He made their private pain public, painting Catherine as the problem while positioning himself as noble and long-suffering.The Victorian public, who adored Dickens, believed him. Who would question the great humanitarian, the voice of the downtrodden?Catherine lost everything. Her home. Her social position. And most painfully, her children—all but one sided with their famous father.Even her own sister, Georgina, chose to stay with Dickens and help raise Catherine's children. That betrayal may have hurt most of all.Catherine spent the rest of her life living quietly, maintaining her dignity while the world forgot her.But she kept something: the love letters Dickens had written her during their courtship, when he was young and poor and she was his everything.Before she died in 1879, Catherine made one request: that those letters be published after her death, to prove that once—before fame, before Ellen Ternan, before the cruelty—he had loved her.That wish was denied. The letters weren't published until 1935, 56 years after her death, when her daughter-in-law finally arranged it.By then, Dickens had been dead for 65 years, his literary genius secured, his personal cruelty largely forgotten or excused.Here's what we should remember:Catherine Dickens was not lazy—she was exhausted from bearing and raising ten children while supporting her husband's demanding career.She was not dull—she was grieving the children she'd buried and the marriage that had died.She was not inadequate—she was a woman trapped in a system that gave her husband all the power and her none of the voice.Charles Dickens wrote masterfully about injustice. But he couldn't see—or wouldn't acknowledge—the injustice he inflicted on the woman who gave him a family, supported his early career, and stood by him as he rose to fame.Catherine Dickens was not the problem. She was the survivor.She endured what would have broken most people, lost almost everything, and still maintained her dignity until the end.The next time you read Dickens and marvel at his compassion for the suffering, remember Catherine.Remember that sometimes the person most blind to injustice is the one who writes most beautifully about it.

10/26/2025

At 102 years old, he returned to the place where his friends died in an instant—and where a stranger's words saved his life 77 years ago. Ted Penn stood on the grounds of RAF Alconbury, England, in November 2022, looking at a landscape that had changed beyond recognition. The last time he'd been here was October 1945—77 years earlier—when he was a 22-year-old Army quartermaster preparing to go home after three and a half years of war. The airfield where B-17 Flying Fortresses once thundered down runways was quiet now. The dispersal areas where mechanics and weapons loaders prepared bombers for missions over Germany were empty. The mess tent where he'd grabbed lunch between supply runs was long gone. But Ted Penn remembered it all. Every detail. Every face. Especially the faces of the men who told him to go ahead to lunch on May 27, 1943—the men who saved his life without knowing it.It was an ordinary day at RAF Alconbury. Ted, a 23-year-old quartermaster with the 685th Air Materiel Squadron, had just delivered supplies to the flight line where ground crews were loading 500-pound bombs onto B-17s for that afternoon's mission. He stood around chatting with the munitions loaders—"the fellows," as he called them—watching them work, passing time before lunch. As they finished loading the last bomb, one of them called out to Ted. "Get on your bike and beat us down to the mess tent so you can be first in line," the loader said. Ted didn't know the man's name—just another face among thousands at the busy airbase. So Ted hopped on his bicycle and started pedaling down the hill toward the mess tent. Halfway down, he heard it. A terrific explosion. The force rocked him on his bike. Ted jumped off and turned around to see a tremendous fire where he'd been standing seconds before. The 500-pound bomb on B-17F tail number 42-29685 had detonated while being armed. The explosion set off a chain reaction—other bombs exploding, aviation fuel igniting, metal and fire consuming everything in the dispersal area. In an instant, 18 men were killed. Twenty-one were injured. Four B-17 Flying Fortresses were destroyed on the ground. Eleven others were damaged. One of the deadliest accidents at an American airbase in England. "The fellows I was talking to were all gone," Ted recalled decades later, his voice still carrying the weight of that moment. "I could just as well have been killed if they hadn't told me to go ahead. "He rode back to find nothing left but a massive crater where the B-17 had been. The men he'd been joking with minutes earlier—whose names he never learned—were simply gone. If they'd finished loading thirty seconds earlier, if they hadn't sent him ahead, if he'd lingered just a bit longer, Ted Penn would have been one of the eighteen names on the casualty list. A stranger's casual words—"go ahead to lunch"—had saved his life. For the next two years, Ted continued his work at RAF Alconbury. He hauled supplies across England, preparing for D-Day. ("There were times where it seemed like if we brought more men and equipment, this island would sink!" he joked.) He played baseball against Jimmy Stewart's team when the famous actor was stationed at Alconbury as a bomber pilot. He got passes to visit London, where he happened to be when victory in Europe was announced and saw crowds so thick "you couldn't even move—everyone was just happy, laughing and crying. "But he never forgot May 27, 1943. Never forgot that he was alive because of seconds. Because a munitions loader whose name he never learned told him to go get lunch. Finally, in October 1945, Ted stood in formation at RAF Alconbury, waiting to depart for home. The war was over. They'd survived. They were going home. Then, in a cruel twist, someone drove up with terrible news: a soldier had just volunteered to fetch paperwork, rolled his jeep, and died. Right there. Minutes before departure. Survived the entire war only to die going home."It was very sad to see someone make it safely through the war, only to die right before we went home," Ted said.The randomness of survival. The cruelty of timing. War's final lesson.Ted boarded the USS Lake Champlain and sailed home through the tail end of a hurricane, waves washing over the carrier's flight deck. When he finally walked down his street in New Jersey, his father did a double-take, then ran to greet him. His dad led him into the kitchen to surprise his mother and announced he wasn't going to work that day.Ted Penn came home. Married. Raised a family. Built a life. Kept in touch with about a dozen Army buddies through annual letters. One by one, they passed away. By 2022, only two remained from that group of friends: Ted and John Swisher.Ted was 102 years old. He'd lived 79 years past that May afternoon when seconds decided everything.His son John had grown up hearing these stories—the explosion, the D-Day preparations, playing baseball against Jimmy Stewart, VE Day in London. And John was determined to see where his father had served, to walk the ground where those memories were made.It took months to convince Ted to return to England. At 102, international travel isn't easy. But John persisted. This was important.In November 2022, father and son stood together at RAF Alconbury for the first time since 1945.Ted walked the grounds, pointing out where things used to be. The flight line. The dispersal areas. The place where he'd been chatting with the munitions loaders before they told him to go ahead to lunch. The crater was long filled in, the memorial long erected, but Ted's memory was crystal clear."I've always marveled at how much he remembers from those days," John said. "Hearing him tell of his experiences allowed me to have a greater appreciation for what he experienced as a 22-year-old soldier away from home for the first time."For John, bringing his father back was about more than nostalgia. It was about giving his father the chance to honor those memories—the good ones and the terrible ones. The friends who came home and the eighteen who didn't. The stranger whose words saved his life."I would have felt something was missing if we had not visited the airbase that was the source of so many memories for him," John said. "It was important for me to give him the chance to pass on his knowledge and experiences to today's Airmen."At 102 years old, Ted Penn returned to the place where he should have died. Where eighteen men were killed in seconds. Where a casual instruction to "go ahead to lunch" became the difference between life and death.Seventy-seven years later, he's still here. Still remembering. Still honoring the men who didn't make it home.Ted Penn is a survivor. Not just of war, but of timing—those impossible moments when fate turns on a single second, a casual word, a bike ride down a hill.He survived because someone told him to go ahead. And he's spent 79 years making sure we never forget the ones who couldn't.At 102, Ted Penn is one of the last living witnesses to RAF Alconbury's wartime days. One of the last voices who can say, "I was there. I remember their faces. I survived when they didn't."Thank you, Mr. Penn, for your service. For carrying those memories for nearly eight decades. For returning to honor the place and the people who shaped your life. For reminding us that survival often comes down to seconds, and that those seconds matter for a lifetime.And thank you, John Penn, for bringing your father home one more time. For ensuring his stories are preserved. For walking the ground where history happened and your father's life was saved by a stranger's words.Some people get 22 years. Ted Penn got 102—and counting. And he's spent those extra 79 years remembering the eighteen who didn't get the chance to grow old, to go home, to surprise their parents in the kitchen.That's not just survival. That's a life lived in honor of those who didn't get to live theirs.God bless you, Ted Penn. God bless the eighteen men who died on May 27, 1943. And God bless every veteran who carries the weight of survival—the impossible burden of living when others didn't, and the sacred responsibility to remember them always.

10/26/2025

A family arriving at Ellis Island to begin a new life in America, 1910.

10/26/2025

Dustin Gorton, a student at Columbine High School, reacts to the news that the shooters were his friends.