HUlu drops a jaw-dropping true-crime thriller that unearths a real-life horror hidden for three decades beneath a facade of wealth and perfection—Foxhollow Farm, premiering October 30, 2025. This four-part docuseries, directed by Emmy-winner Rachel Low and produced by Blumhouse Television, plunges viewers into the chilling saga of Donald Slocum, a self-made millionaire whose idyllic Indiana estate concealed unspeakable atrocities. When human remains were unearthed on his property in 2019, the investigation cracked open a double life so sinister it has left audiences breathless, labeling it “the most disturbing real story since Dahmer.” Packed with exclusive interviews, archival footage, and reenactments, Foxhollow Farm isn’t just a binge—it’s a descent into deception that lingers like a fog over the fields where the bodies lay.

Slocum, a charismatic entrepreneur who built a $200 million agribusiness empire from humble hog-farm roots, was the epitome of the American Dream. Married to his high-school sweetheart, father to three, and a pillar of his rural community, he hosted barbecues and sponsored 4-H clubs, all while his 1,200-acre Foxhollow Farm masked a chamber of horrors. The series opens with the 2019 discovery: A construction crew, digging for a new silo, unearthed skeletal remains of at least seven individuals, some dating back to the 1980s. What followed was a forensic odyssey revealing Slocum’s secret: He lured vulnerable women—runaways, addicts, sex workers—from Chicago’s underbelly, subjecting them to torture, murder, and disposal in shallow graves beneath his manicured pastures.

Low’s direction is unrelenting yet empathetic, blending chilling reenactments with voices of the vanished: Sisters of victim “Jane Doe No. 3” recount her 1987 disappearance after a truck-stop encounter with Slocum; a former farmhand confesses to witnessing “midnight burials” but fearing reprisal. “He was the devil in overalls,” the hand says, his face blurred for protection. Slocum, who died by suicide in 2020 before arrest, left diaries detailing his “hunting grounds,” a euphemism for his predatory prowls. The doc reveals his “perfect life” was a meticulously curated lie—charming donors by day, disposing of “problems” by night.

Critics are floored. The New York Times hails it as “a meticulous excavation of evil, more harrowing than The Keepers,” earning a 97% Rotten Tomatoes score. Fans on X warn, “Too disturbing to finish—the farms will never look the same.” #FoxhollowFarm trended with 1.2 million posts, survivors’ advocates praising its spotlight on missing women of color.

Foxhollow Farm isn’t voyeurism—it’s vigilance, a stark reminder that monsters thrive in suburbia’s soil. As the credits warn, “Some stories never end,” Slocum’s legacy lingers: A millionaire’s mansion wasn’t a home—it was a tomb. Stream October 30; the truth doesn’t bury easily.