The Northern Urals, February 1959, there's literally nothing out here. No roads, no towns, no

cell towers, no power lines, and frankly, no sign that anyone has ever been here at all, except for

markings carved into trees by people of a culture that have lived nearby for centuries. And above the tree line, the forests disappear, turning into a place known as Dead Mountain.

Nine people were heading toward it.

They were young, they were experienced, and they knew exactly how dangerous it was.

But something went wrong, not in the way you'd expect

like an accident or a wrong turn in bad weather, something stranger than that.

Something that over 60 years later, no one has been able to explain.

This is the story of the Diatlov Pass incident.

Crime, conspiracy, cults, serial killers, and murder, all things that I love to consume.

And I know you do too, you sick, twisted, beautiful, intellectually minded freak!

Today we are diving into an absolutely insane case, one that many of you may know, but I wanted to just get my teeth into it and really

just dig into the details to maybe make some sense of it. And if you don't know this case,

all the better. So without further ado, let's unbeckle our seat ballots go mock-fraved to the

highway slam on the bricks and bustle the windshield into this confusing, mysterious case together.

All right, I need to take a moment to talk about something that has genuinely changed my

wind down routine. I'm a blanket person, as most of you know, I always have been, but I have

never owned anything like a Lola blanket. Because the second I pulled it out of the packaging,

I understood the hype, Okay. We're talking

ultra-soft luxury faux fur with this four-way stretch that just wraps around you perfectly. It's like

getting a hug from a giant bunny. And I've been using mine. I have several now. Every single

night while I watch a movie, half the time if it's cold

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