If you ever thought your mom was a little too controlling, let me introduce you to

Augusta Gein, Bible thumper, moral enforcer, and all-around terror in a

housecoat. Her son, Ed, didn't just grow up sheltered, he grew up suffocated, with Augusta

ruling his every thought and move like some kind of Old Testament dictator. And when she finally

left this world, she didn't just leave a void.

She left behind a man who didn't know how to function without her. So he got creative.

Today we're diving into the twisted world of Ed Gein, a quiet little man from

Plainfield, Wisconsin, who turned his farm into a grotesque monument to his mother's legacy.

This story has obsession, isolation, and some very questionable DIY projects you definitely don't want to Google. But before we get into that story, if you like your true crime brief and bingeable, you have found the right podcast.

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Welcome to 10-minute murder.

Augusta Willamine Gein ruled her household like a fire and brimstone despot.

Her reign extending over a remote plainfield Wisconsin farm where she kept a firm grip on her two sons,

Henry and Edward, and her husband, George Philip Gein.

Think family values meets totalitarian state. For Henry and Ed,

growing up under Augusta's Iron Fist, meant that one thing was clear. Dad was the ultimate

cautionary tale. George, a perpetually inebriated washout, shuffled through life with the ambition of a damp

rag. He'd recently sold his grocery store in La Crosse and dragged the family to a desolate farm,

a move Augusta regarded with predictable disdain. To her, it simply cemented two facts. George

was a waste of oxygen, and her sons wouldn't dare follow

his example. To prevent any generational backsliding into sin, Augusta became a one-woman morality

boot camp. Daily Bible lessons served as her weapon of choice, often spotlighting verses about

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