Season 1 complete — the case is closed. The story isn’t. Season 2 in development.

About

Welcome to Avalon Falls — a small town with big secrets and a body count to match.

Ten years ago, Mags Park and Amy O’Connell were local legends — two tween detectives who cracked the case that broke their town. Now they’re back in the same rain-soaked streets, older, angrier, and still chasing the truth… even when it’s chasing them back.

Murder Girls is a neo-noir fiction podcast about friendship, trauma, and the ghosts that follow us home. Part mystery, part character study, it mixes sharp banter, creeping dread, and a dose of Pacific Northwest weirdness into one slow-burn story about coming back to where it all went wrong.

The AI use in Murder Girls is in support of a creator-written and directed production (voice performance, music performance), rather than the producing, writing and composing itself being generated

🎧 Season One is now complete. Season Two is in pre-production.

Created, written and produced by EternalTeenager

About the Host

EternalTeenager

Creator, Writer, Producer

I’m a writer, producer, and storyteller obsessed with the blurred lines between memory, technology, and the stories we tell to survive. My work lives at the intersection of noir, surrealism, and emotional realism — grounded in human experience, expanded through AI.

I am a real human person, despite lazy and kinda-frankly scary intense and fabricated reports to the contrary. (Can't believe I have to write that.)

AI is my toolset, not my stand-in. I write and direct every episode, compose the music, and shape the voices and atmosphere myself — not because I have a studio behind me, but because I don’t. I use AI voices, composition, and design not to replace artists, but to make work that otherwise couldn’t exist. I believe creative tools should amplify individual vision, not erase it — and that the future of storytelling belongs to those who treat technology as a brush, not a shortcut.

Murder Girls is a fiction podcast that is part mystery, part heartbreak, and part love letter to the strange, stubborn act of caring when the world tells you not to.