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"Old Lady Spinster," her guest hissed,

as he begged for his life.

If you listen closely,

you can still hear the cries of her victims.

The cries of her victims!

- Oh, beware! - Beware!

Beware, beware!

Beware!

But you still have two nights left

on your reservation!

I told you we should've gone to Dollywood!

Who would want to stay here? These people are frauds!

This fake blood sure stains.

How grandmother was able to get real blood

out of this carpet, I'll never know.

Right?

Hey, Granny, share with us your secret, would ya?

I mean, give us some of that sage advice.

"Sell the house!

Change your name and start a new hotel!"

Wow, did you hear that?

That's some really good advice there.

It's not funny, Sam! Just show some respect.

Come on, sis, just admit it.

Nobody wants to stay in a murder house.

This isn't just some murder house.

This is our house.

- It's morbid! - It's family.

People like horror.

People like being scared.

- Crazy people. - Don't.

I'm not saying you're crazy, I'm just--

Our customers are out there.

We just have to find them.

Look at this.

Lizzie Bord-Inn, booked.

Dahmer Apartment, booked.

John Wayne Gacy Circus Tent, booked.

Us, nothing.

What is it gonna take to get us on the map?

Grandmother was America's first female serial killer.

That's a big deal.

If only the world knew you were so groundbreaking.

And so psychotic.

- What up, killers? - It's TheMorgueCases.

Today I got to check another crime scene

off my mass murder bucket list and spent the night

in Jeffrey Dahmer's apartment. It was so great!

That's it! Influencers.

I need stupid, vapid, "Like and Subscribe" influencers.

Okay, we reach out to this girl. We offer her a free night.

We wine and dine and frighten her,

and then, boom, positive review.

You lost me at "free."

I'm at the Spinster Murder House,

and if you've never heard of it, don't be ashamed.

This one is a deep cut, even for The Morgue.

The story goes that 80 years ago,

Old Lady Spinster, the proprietor of this hotel,

murdered an untold number of guests.

After confessing to her crimes, she died in an insane asylum.

Uh, no. Hi.

Actually, she did not die in an insane asylum.

She died peacefully in a retirement home.

And this, my morbid viewers,

is Lady Spinster's own granddaughter.

That's me, proud Spinster. The name, not the other way.

You know how it is, Morgan. - Call me Morgue.

Now, you inherited this place from your grandmother?

Yes, we did, my brother and I.

Hi.

Go ahead and say hi to our viewers, Mr. Spinster.

Oh, are they, she's live right now?

Yeah, but don't worry. This is my BTS stream.

Only a few thousand people are watching.

Um, welcome to the Spinster Murder House!

This way to the deception den.

Ooh!

The house got gift points for creep factor.

Grandmother designed it herself.

Some even say the house drove her to kill.

No, they don't.

You have a shrine of her?

I love it! It's so trashy.

Wow. It's working!

Oh, the stream dropped.

That's the steel panels in the walls.

Grandmother had them installed.

To muffle the screams of her victims.

Oh my god. That's horrible.

Is there Wi-Fi?

This place sure is a maze.

That's the whole point, dear.

You see, grandmother designed the architecture of this house

to confuse and then trap her victims.

See, that's what happens to guests

when they break the house rules.

Rules?

My grandmother was very strict.

Rule number one, no smoking.

Oh, and then there's rule number two,

absolutely no feet on the furniture.

And of course, and most importantly,

rule number three:

- no noise after dark. - No!

The blood of everyone who broke grandmother's rules

still stains the walls of this house.

- Looks more like rust. - Do you have leaky pipes?

No. No, no, no, no, no. That's blood.

Well, then, what happened to the bodies?

They never found them.

Then how do you know it's true?

Because she confessed.

If there's no body, then there's no murder.

That's like True Crime 101.

Perhaps she fed them to her victims.

And the bones?

They were tossed down this corpse chute

to a secret basement below.

- That's just a dumbwaiter. - Or a dead waiter.

I don't know. It just seems a little thin.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just, I've studied every serial killer

from John Eric Armstrong to Kevin Lee Zimmerman,

and I've never heard of the Spinster case

until you emailed me.

How do you know she wasn't just some crazy old woman

who built a wonky house?

You have no idea what you're talking about.

I mean, grandmother was a world-class serial killer,

and I'll bet if she was here right now,

she'd hack you to pieces!

What she meant was if you need anything,

let us know.

This house is definitely spooky,

but I don't know about the owners.

They're kinda creepy,

and I don't mean creepy in a fun way.

Like, sad creepy.

- "There's no body. - There's no murder."

Can you believe her?

Accusing dear old grandmother of not killing anyone?

Just stop complaining, okay?

We're not doing this for her. We're doing it for her viewers.

Whoa.

What the hell's happening with our reservations?

I bet it's her.

So far the only thing I'm sure Old Lady Spinster killed

is my vacation.

This little brat is gonna ruin us.

Oh no, she isn't.

Ah, you're just in time for breakfast.

I made some sausage and eggs.

I'm vegan. I think meat is murder.

I thought you liked murder.

Well, yeah, but just people.

Oh.

Also, the Wi-Fi's down.

Yes, that, um, I've actually been on the phone

all morning with the repair company,

and waiting, you know how it is.

- Right. - Well, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, I wanted to apologize if I upset you yesterday.

I'm just a stickler for details, you know?

Don't mention it.

Yeah, I understand that you true crime people,

you have to ask a lot of questions.

I think that we should keep an open mind,

which is why I was thinking

maybe we could do a little investigating today.

What kind of investigating?

Look around the house for any unmarked entrances,

hidden doors, overlooked crawlspaces.

Maybe find where all those bodies ended up?

The police already did an extensive search.

Like, years ago, and I bet back then

they didn't have stuff like this.

Metal detector.

Ultra-wide band radar scanners.

Infrared camera.

Now, who's ready to find some bodies?

Oh, look!

Chemical stains.

Grandmother's secret stash of poisons.

That's her stash of poisons, all right.

Gin.

Brandy.

- Are these iron walls? - Like I said, all metal.

You said steel.

Any objection if I open this wall?

Be my guest.

Looks like some kind of vault.

Oh my god.

This is it.

Grandmother's corpse locker.

You know how to open a safe?

Like I said, I love true crime.

I just know this is where grandmother hid the bodies.

That should do it.