Somewhere over a western mountain ridge, FBI personnel watched a matte black triangle rise without a sound. No engines, no rotors, no exhaust, and no hot spots on thermal. It hovered, then darted off into a canyon. The Pentagon’s latest PURSUE release calls it worth a closer look, a former AARO chief says the data doesn’t add up, and the only pictures we get are drawings. Why can a billion-dollar jet only film in 1987 resolution? And who keeps hitting “distort” instead of “enhance”?

Back on the ground, an old mystery gets a new name. In 1982, a stranger with dyed hair, a pocket full of cash and a cryptic note died of cyanide inside a church in Boise, Idaho. Decades later, DNA says the “Unknown Wanderer” was an organic chemist who once talked about the perfect crime. That was the same year seven people died from poisoned Tylenol in Chicago. Coincidence, or the closest anyone has come to solving it?

Meanwhile, scientists have pulled blood cells from a 115-million-year-old dinosaur, and the crew is already filling the gaps with frog DNA. Which is the better way to go, eaten alive by a raptor or one clean shot from a T-1000? Who’s really steering the ship, the people we vote for or the people who own the internet’s off switch? And can a few magnets to the skull undo a lifetime of head trauma?

This Power Hour, the Theorists clone the dinosaurs, crack the cold case, and strap a magnet to the truth in… Power Hour 57.

Just across the US–Mexico border, something is hunting in the dark. It walks on two legs and has a head shaped almost like a man’s. It stands two feet tall, and it seems to want only chickens. Jaime Maussan calls it a predator, though he stops short of saying it came from the stars. The Theorists have to ask whether the Valley of Juárez creature is a real threat to the region, or whether it would lose a fair fight to a rooster.

Further north, the big ones are back in the headlines. A former UAP Task Force director says there are crashed craft in contractor hands and that the beings from Roswell were taken alive, though he gives no names and has not answered Avi Loeb’s request for proof. A long-lost reel pulled from a safe threatens to turn the Patterson–Gimlin film into a dress rehearsal. With a million-dollar Bigfoot bounty about to run out, the crew finally agrees on a plan: get into the woods, bring cameras and plenty of beer, and do what every hunter before them failed to do. They’ll do it right.

Closer to home, a decommissioned mine outside West Kelowna is fenced off and watched by cameras, and in more than thirty years nothing has grown on its hillside. Not one tree, not one shrub. What is under that hill? Deeper in the backcountry there’s a field that should not exist, and somewhere along the way the crew takes on questions science has avoided for too long. Can a man out-eat Ozempic? How many Walmarts will Dan search for vampire noodles? And if a blue whale can drop four tons a day, why can’t the rest of us use the ocean?

This Power Hour, the Theorists stalk the chicken coops, stake out the barren hill, and wade fearlessly into the shallow end of the truth in… Power Hour 56.

Welcome, boils and ghouls, to another annual bone-chilling Spooktober broadcast from deep within the dampest depths of the Theorist crypt! We have a terrible quartet of frightful fables guaranteed to curdle your blood and drop your jaws—literally!

First, we check the deed on a suburban dream that turns into a domestic demolition derby: a real Nightmare House where the foundation is poured with pure panic, and the only thing being remodeled is your sanity.

Next, grab your pop-corn and a cold seat for The Phantom Cinema of Kamchanod Forest, where an outdoor movie crew sets up their projector for a midnight crowd of misty wraiths—talk about an audience that is utterly drop-dead silent!

Then, dial nine-one-one for terror as two desperate paramedics realize they aren't saving lives on the night shift; they’re just the clean-up crew tracing the bloody tread-marks of a monster who takes "heart-to-heart" chats way too far.

And finally, pack your bug spray for sleepaway camp, kiddies! The ghost stories around the bonfire come hacking to life with the bloody blade of Cropsey, the legendary axe-murderer whose camp-site cuts really separate the campers from their... appendages!

Join the Fearists as we pull back the pine box, peer through the parlor of pain, and perpetrate a pall of pure terror in another…Alien Theorists Spooktober Spectacular

Throughout human history, words spoken in dying fury and scripts sealed by tragedy have left behind trails of uncanny misfortune. Whether whispered in ancient imperial courts or buried in modern Hollywood vaults, certain deadly legacies refuse to stay in the past.

In 12th-century Japan, the exiled Emperor Sutoku bit his own tongue to copy sutras in blood; when the imperial court rejected them, he swore a terrifying blood oath to become a demon and throw the realm into endless chaos.

In Hollywood, the unproduced comedy script Atuk earned a lethal reputation after four consecutive comedy icons attached to the lead role—John Belushi, Sam Kinison, John Candy, and Chris Farley—each died suddenly before cameras could ever roll.

Are these tragic chains of events simple coincidence, or can sheer malice truly echo through the ages?

Join us as we break the blood oaths and parse the paranormal perils of these macabre maledictions in…Bloody Curses

On a clear autumn morning in November 1953, two men walked onto the tarmac of Gardena Airport in Southern California, chartered a small two-seater plane, and took off into the western sky. They had only three hours of fuel in the tank and no filed flight plan. They were never seen again.

The men were two amateur electrical researchers deeply embedded in the strange, burgeoning world of 1950s flying saucer contactees. Their home offices were lined with alien glyphs, homemade radios, and classified equations. One even claimed he was receiving direct transmissions from extraterrestrials and had pinpointed a landed saucer waiting out in the desolate California wilderness.

This case file, join the Theorists as we chart the coordinates and trace the transmissions of…The Disappearance of Karl Hunrath and Wilbur Wilkinson

Fifty years after Iranian fighter jets chased a blazing light across the skies over Tehran, the city looked up again. On a quiet September night, drivers on a busy highway filmed a strange swept-wing craft lit up end to end, hanging silently above the traffic. With the region at war and fears about nuclear programs at their peak, the timing raises an old question: do these visitors always show up wherever the bombs are?

Across the world, a darker anniversary comes back to the surface. A tech mogul with a tattoo promising he'd never take his own life. A boast of thirty-one terabytes of secrets hidden in a Miami-area condo. Then, one day after his death, a building in that very neighbourhood falls in the night, and a foreign rescue team is the one sifting the rubble. Is this the coincidence of the century, or a cleanup crew in plain sight? And can the record survive Dan, armed with property records and a search bar?

Somewhere between the slopes of Mount Doom and the tile floor of a public washroom, the crew also answers questions science has long avoided. How far can a man fall off a roof in an hour? What really happens after a post-gig breakfast? And is a toilet-water pre-rinse a hygiene breakthrough or a crime against humanity?

This Power Hour, join the Theorists as they decode the lights over the highway, dig through the rubble, and bravely clench their way toward the truth in… Power Hour 55.

Deep in the rugged, subarctic wilderness of Canada’s Northwest Territories lies a jagged scar of towering limestone canyons and untamed rapids. Accessible almost entirely by floatplane or treacherous river expeditions, this vast expanse is breathtakingly beautiful and steeped in a sinister, century-old reputation. To the Indigenous Dene peoples, parts of this wilderness have long carried deep taboos, whispered to harbor evil spirits, strange warm-water tropical valleys, and a fierce, vanished tribe of giants known as the Naha.

The valley earned its grim modern moniker, the "Valley of Headless Men", during the frantic gold rush of the early 1900s, when prospectors began vanishing into its mist-choked gorges. In the decades that followed, a chilling pattern emerged: missing prospectors, deserted camps, and headless corpses discovered along the riverbanks, spawning ominous local landmarks like Deadmen Valley, Headless Creek, and Funeral Range.

Were these killings the brutal work of cutthroat gold thieves, the unforgiving toll of harsh subarctic survival, or something far more elusive guarding the secrets of the northern wild?

This case file, join the Theorists as we pursue the lost prospectors, traverse the treacherous terrain, and face the frozen fables of … The Nahanni Valley

Mounted inconspicuously on suburban utility poles, streetlamps, and highway overpasses, an army of small, solar-powered black cylinders is quietly watching. In just a few years, one company has transformed from a niche neighborhood security startup into a nationwide surveillance network, blanketing American towns with automated license plate readers. Logging billions of scans every month, these AI-driven cameras don't just read license plates; they record bumper stickers, vehicle colors, and alterations—cataloging the everyday movements of ordinary drivers into a searchable digital dragnet.

To police departments and neighborhood associations, the technology is a vital crime-fighting breakthrough for recovering stolen vehicles and tracking violent suspects in minutes. But as the network expanded, the friction between public safety and civil liberties reached a boiling point. High-profile investigations revealed alarming abuses, from officers improperly using searches to track acquaintances to out-of-state agencies querying local data without warrants. Now, with cities canceling contracts, federal lawsuits challenging Fourth Amendment boundaries, and lawmakers demanding oversight, a fierce battle is underway over whether privacy in public can survive.

Are these cameras the future of community protection, or a warrantless dragnet that went too far?

This case file, join the Theorists as we audit the algorithms, track the traffic trails, and pull back the perimeter on the roadside surveillance served up by…Flock Cameras