In January 1919, a 50-foot steel tank filled with 2.3 million gallons of industrial molasses exploded in Boston’s North End. The result? A 25-foot wave of syrup moving at 35 mph, crushing buildings, drowning streets, and killing 21 people in one of the strangest and most preventable disasters in American history.This is not a joke. This is not a cartoon. This is the sticky, tragic, bureaucratically infuriating story of how corporate negligence, bad welds, and a desperate race against Prohibition led to one of the most bizarre catastrophes ever recorded.In this immersive, slow-paced bedtime story — with a touch of dark humor and a lot of sugar — we walk you through the full disaster: the warning signs, the collapse, the cleanup, the lawsuits, and the legacy that still clings to Boston’s bricks today.Perfect for history lovers, insomniacs, and anyone who enjoys their bedtime stories with a little syrup and a lot of sarcasm.

What happens when you're bitten by a rabid dog in the Middle Ages?No hospitals. No vaccines. No understanding of viruses. Just burning irons, toad burials, and prayers that won't be answered.

In this grim, slow-burning historical journey, you’ll experience the full, unrelenting horror of rabies — from the first bite to the final breath — through the eyes of a medieval peasant who never stood a chance. Learn how the disease hides, strikes, and destroys, long before anyone knew what it was or how to fight it.

This isn’t a story of survival. It’s a story of suffering, isolation, and what it meant to die terrified, misunderstood, and alone.

Perfect for bedtime... if you're into that sort of thing.

Welcome to the Roman Empire — where the architecture was advanced, the politics were brutal, and the food? Utterly depressing.

In this immersive, slow-burning bedtime history video, we take you on a deeply unappetizing journey through the kitchens, street stalls, and banquet halls of Ancient Rome. From gritty bread and vinegary wine to fermented fish guts and stuffed dormice, this isn’t the culinary triumph you may have imagined. Whether you were a starving pleb or a gout-ridden noble, your meals were more punishment than pleasure.

Perfect for sleeping, studying, or spiraling into historical despair.