The show you're about to listen to may contain themes of violence, occult activities, strong language, and other sensitive material.

With an emphasis on cult's murder and other adult matters, listener discretion is advised.

On cult leader, I strive for telling stories in a truthful matter, though press, media, and other resources cannot always be verified.

Sources can be found in the show notes. Hello and welcome back to Colt Leader.

I'm your cult leader, Spencer Henry and Colpaves. Today,

we are getting into the holiday season with a little wholesome Thanksgiving moment. And this year,

I am giving thanks that no one in my family has lost their fucking mind and tried to annihilate all of us.

But that's not the case in the story I'm about to tell you.

And we can actually thank my obituary co-host, Miss Madison Reyes, for this week's episode

because I hadn't come across this story before, which actually really surprised me because

we've had, you know, six Thanksgivings together as a cult.

Well, she calls me the other day and she's like, you need to do a cult leader on this story

immediately.

And hello, I'm a good listener.

So I started to look into it.

And you guys, the details are actually insane.

This is a little post- Thanksgiving episode and I'm glad it is.

Our story starts on Thanksgiving Day,

November 26, 2009 in the upscale coastal town of Jupiter, Florida, about 90 miles north of

Miami. And it sounds like it's on another planet, right? Jupiter. We know Florida kind of is in its own

little world a lot of the time, but Jupiter

is actually one of those picture-perfect beachy communities with palm trees, bright skies,

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