
#BotchedExecutions | The Gas, The Rifle, and Tennessee
Weird Darkness: Paranormal & True Crime StoriesShow Notes
In 2025, Louisiana’s corrections secretary said Jessie Hoffman’s nitrogen execution “went flawless”, and a journalist counted more than 225 heaving breaths from Anthony Boyd under Alabama’s mask. South Carolina’s firing squad fired three rifles at Mikal Mahdi, and the autopsy found only two entrance wounds. In Tennessee, Byron Black said on the gurney, “Oh, it’s hurting so bad”, and the doctor who couldn’t place a line in Tony Carruthers was on the team again the night the state tried to execute Christa Pike in October, 2026.
From the book “BOTCHED EXECUTIONS: Four Centuries Of Failed Hangings, Electrocutions, Gassings, Injections And Firing Squads” by Darren Marlar at https://weirddarkness.com/botchedexecutions
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Originally aired: October 27, 2026
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