The Parcel Bomber

What will your career path look like? Who will you choose to love? Will you have children?  Where will you live? What will your favorite memory be? What will your passions be? Which friends will you laugh with until you cry?  You’re young, attractive, and have your whole future ahead of you to discover these answers…but what if you don’t?Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You work the key into the lock of your front door, mail and keys clutched in one hand, a briefcase in the other, a small package squeezed between your bicep and ribs . The living room is dark as you walk forward to drop the items onto the table. You freeze. Motionless. Remembering. Bombs have been arriving by mail. Is the package that just tumbled down one of them?Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

You’ve been walking for blocks, your stomach hollow. Then you catch it, the perfume of fried chicken drifting from just ahead, warm and unmistakable.The Pickrick, a sign reads, and you quicken your pace.As you approach, you see a man through the window, gesturing urgently. Faces crowd around him, rapt. The Pickrick door swings open as a customer steps out, her glare stopping you cold. The man’s voice carries onto the street through the open door, “...I will NEVER serve anyone other than white folks! I would rather close the Pickrick than let that happen!” The room erupts in hollers and applause before the faces turn from the man, to the window, and your dark hand frozen above the door handle just beyond. Their smiles curdle.You back away slowly. Away from the restaurant. Away from the danger inside. Away from the man holding court at the center of it all: the owner of the Pickrick, and the soon-to-be 75th governor of Georgia.Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic descriptions of gore and decomposition.It's July 1864. The summer heat burns into you as dust kicks up high into your eyes on the road, a suffocating stench crawling up your nose. With your head down and a sideways glance to make sure the Confederates don't hear you, you whisper to the Union POW beside you. "My friend was taken prisoner here a month ago--he'll help us." The soldier next to you chuffs. "If he's still alive, maybe, but don't count on it. We're going to Andersonville, we're already as good as dead." Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic descriptions of violence.The night seeps through your eyelids, your back presses into the bed, and Martin breathes sleepily beside you. The bed shakes with an enormous thud. With your eyes now wide open and heart pounding, you sit up to look around the inky room and you realize, to your horror, you and Martin are not alone. What happens next will change multiple people's lives—including yours—forever.Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It’s 1914 and your 12-year-old legs  are carrying you down the street past house after house in Cabbagetown as fast as they can to get to the mill on time. You round the last corner before the mill and run straight into the back of a man standing stock still and staring straight ahead. You bend over trying to catch your breath while your eyes squint up and follow his—workers are flowing out of the mill, instead of into it. That’s when you hear the whispers swirling around you. From lips to ear it grows louder until the man turns around calling out what he just heard to the crowd now gathered behind him, “Strike!”Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic descriptions of violence and mention of sexual assault.SEASON FINALE!It's the 1990's. While thin eyebrows and hair crunchy with gel are the trend, Marietta seems frozen in time as a modern-day Mayberry. Picturesque buildings and homes, a town square surrounded by shops, just down the road from the ice cream parlor. You would never guess that behind one of the doors lay two victims of a double homicide.Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

A beautiful socialite at home in high society. A charismatic businessman from the blue-collar world. 'Opposites attract,' they say—but at what point do opposites repel...and become deadly?Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

Phew! Our lives have been busy and we need a breather. We'll be back with you June 3. In the meantime, send us a voicemail intro - you could be in our finale!Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod

It's the early 1900's and you're walking along Peachtree Street visiting a friend you haven't seen in 10 years. Arriving at the address, you're shocked to see a man and woman walking arm in arm over the threshold of the most enormous home you have ever seen. You quickly check the invitation to attend the ball and realize you're not attending a ball in a mansion, you're attending a ball in a mansion on Mansion Row.Introduce the next Dead Atlanta episode! Call ‪(404) 596-6118‬ and leave us a voicemail. Include:Your first nameWhere you're calling fromWhat you're doing right now or when you listenYour favorite episode or what you hope to hear us coverFinish off with "This is Dead Atlanta."Follow us on Instagram @deadatlantapod