Cold Case Files - I SURVIVED: I Have to Pretend to Die

Episode Date: November 16, 2024

Lenore is attacked by a man posing as a customer in the clothing store she works. After dragging her to the stock room he stabs her 31 times. Steven is confronted in his home by a man with a shotgun demanding cash to feed his meth addiction. Ellen and Jim are sailing their yacht around the Caribbean when they are boarded by pirates. Progressive: Multitask right now. Quote your car insurance at Progressive.com to join the over 28 million drivers who trust Progressive. Ro - Go to Ro.co/Survived to start your weight loss journey Today! 

Hi, I Survived listeners. I'm Marissa Pinson. And before we get into this week's episode, I just want to remind you that episodes of I Survived, as well as the A&E Classic podcast, Cold Case Files, City Confidential, and American Justice are all available ad-free on the new A&E Crime and Investigation channel on Apple Podcasts and Apple Plus for just $4.99 a month or $39.99 a year. And now onto the show. This program contains subject matter that may be disturbing to some listeners. Listener discretion is advised. It is something that will stay with me forever.

It's just hearing all that air being squished out of my body. Real people. First thing he said was that he would kill me if I didn't do what he told me to do, and I was very convinced that would be the case. Who faced death. When I heard the plastic tarp come down through the companionway toward me, my heart just felt like lead was poured into it. And live to tell how. There's blood going everywhere. It's squirting everywhere. I can feel it.

I can, it's sticky. I can even smell it. This is I Survived. It's July 2009 in Orangeville, Canada. Lenore takes a part-time job in a ladies' clothing store. This Saturday was my first full Saturday, my first day I was going to be all alone. There was a convenience store a couple of doors down, and there was a water store that was right next door

to the shop that I was working at. I thought it was a safe place to be. At 1.30 p.m., a man entered the store. He was tall, and he had longish gray hair, lots of long gray hair. I went over to him and asked him if I could help him, and he said, yep, I'm really interested in this skirt for my girlfriend,

but she couldn't come with me today because she's sick, so I just want to take a picture of it and I'll email it to her. I held the skirt up and when he took his cell phone out and took a picture of it, it looked like he was angling the camera more to me than the skirt. I said, hey, you just took a picture of me. And he said, no, no I didn't,

I took a picture of the skirt. Then he said he was gonna email that to his girlfriend and if she liked it, he would no, I didn't. I took a picture of the skirt. Then he said he was going to email that to his girlfriend, and if she liked it, he would come back and get it. There was women in the store, and I thought nothing of it. Four hours later, Lenore was closing up for the day. The store was empty. I was in the middle of doing that when the door opened, and I looked up, and it was him.

My first thought was, oh, no, I'm in the middle of closing and he's come back for the skirt. He walked right over and he picked up the skirt in the size he wanted and he brought it over to me and reached his hand out and I took it from him. At that moment he sort of touched his pockets and said, oh I just realized I forgot my wallet. Lenore offered to hold the skirt until Monday. And I said, what's your name? And he said, Steve.

And he said he'd be in between 4 and 4.30. So right in front of him, on a piece of paper, I wrote, hold for Steve until 4, 4.30 Monday. Steve then selected a pair of shorts. And now he's close to me. He's more at the side of the cash. So when I went towards him to get the shorts out of his hand, I took the hanger from him and he grabbed my breasts. I normally don't swear, but I took that opportunity to say, you know, what the F are you doing? And

get out of the store right now. And I was yelling at him him and he looked very sort of smirky and he had kind of the smile on his face and he is like he enjoyed that I was getting angry and then he lunged at me. Steve dragged Lenore into the back stock room. Next thing I know I'm on the ground he's on top of me and I was saying please don't do this please you don't want to do this. I'm a mother. I've got three kids. My husband's at home. They're waiting for me. And I'm screaming, screaming like I've never screamed before

because I was hoping that the people that were at the store next door would hear me. But what I didn't know is that store closed at 5 o'clock, and all the stores had closed at 5, so I was alone, and nobody heard my screams. I was just screaming for my life, and he's smothering my screams, and he's telling me to be quiet. He's like, shut up, be quiet, be quiet. And then he put his two thumbs into my eyes, both eyes, and he pushed on my eyeballs.

I absolutely thought this was going to be a rape. Lenore suffers from rheumatoid arthritis and was too weak to fight. My joints just are not strong enough to be able to physically fight, but I thought that I would try to fight him through sympathy. On my hand at that moment, I happened to have a lump of inflammation

and it was quite large and I was pointing to that. I was saying like, I'm sick, Steve, and I kept calling his name over and over again. I wanted to try to make a personal connection with him. I saw him back off. He kind of got off me and and I could almost see him change his mind. Almost that he felt sorry for me. So I said, why don't you rob this store? Take the money from this store. So I said, okay get it for me. So I got, why don't you rob this store? Take the money from this store. So I said, okay, get it for me. So I got up and we walked into the front of the store and I got him

the pencil case that had all the cash deposit money in it and I gave it to him. Steve put the cash in his pocket and started looking through drawers. I was just saying, you know, Steve, why don't you go out the door, leave the store and I'm not going to call the police. I'm not going to do anything. And he's like, you're going to call the police if I leave, you know, Steve, why don't you go out the door, leave the store, and I'm not going to call the police. I'm not going to do anything. And he's like, you're going to call the police if I leave, you know, and I need to find something to tie you up with. And he opened a drawer, and there happened to be one piece of twine. And it was about that long. And he said, that's good.

And he took the twine. I thought for sure that he wanted to kill me because I was going to be able to identify him. I was like, I could see that in his eyes. I said, oh Steve, I don't want to sit in that chair. Please don't make me sit in that chair. And he's like, sit down. I could see him getting angrier and angrier and getting more agitated almost by the minute. His whole body was tensing and his hair even looked like it was getting bigger. And I was scared, really scared. I put my arms on the armrest thinking he's going to tie me up, but not even thinking. He only had one piece of twine, so how would he tie two arms up on the chair? So when I was sitting there ready for it, I caught out of the corner of my eye

as he got the twine and he tried to strangle me. And I was able to just quickly catch the rope right at that right moment. My fingers went right up against my throat and he started to strangle me. It was the worst sound I've ever heard. The worst sound coming from me, just hearing all that sound, all that air being squished out of my body. The only thing I could do is try to hit him with my left hand but you know I'm

going down fast. I can hear the air leaving me. I'm getting weaker and weaker. And I'm just barely making a difference on him. Lenore passed out and fell to the floor. The next thing I know, I wake up, and he's on top of me. I saw him go to his back pocket, and he pulled out a knife, and he popped it open. He had a little button, and the knife blade came forward. And I just thought, oh, no, no, please don't and he just started to stab me. His arms just going

up and down and back and forth, just stabbing me over and over and over again and he was just like a robot, just going, just doing it, doing it, doing it, doing it. I was just moving left and right and back and forth and trying to protect my face and just saying no, no, no the whole time. And he ended up slitting my wrist. And as that happened, I knew that was a bad one because my hand just instantly went numb

and it felt 10 times the size. And blood from that was just was going in my eyes it was just going everywhere and I was thinking like when is this going to end it just it just kept going on and on and on and all of a sudden he was gone. Lenore has been stabbed 31 times both her lungs were punctured and she was hemorrhaging blood. I've got to get help. I've got to get out to get help. So I very carefully and wobbly, I get up, I'm on my feet and I'm holding onto the wall for balance and there's blood going everywhere. It's squirting everywhere. I can feel it. I can, it's sticky. I can even smell it.

My eyes look just past where I'm standing and there's a bathroom there. And the light's on and he's standing in there. He spun around and his hair came out and he had such an angry look on his face. And he just came running out of the bathroom full steam and grabbed my face and threw me back to the ground. I was just like a rag doll. I just went flat, straight back

on my back, hit my head pretty hard. And I said to him, Steve, I'm dying. I need to get help. I'm dying. And he said, I'm dying too. And he'd cut himself. He'd stabbed his own arm. At that moment, I thought, I'm not going to get out of here alive. He is not going to let me go. I thought, I have to pretend to die. I'm going to just fake my death, and hopefully he'll believe it and leave me alone.

I kind of rolled over on my side, and I was struggling. I could barely breathe. But I of rolled over on my side, and I was struggling. I could barely breathe, but I just, I laid there, quietly, slowing down my breathing, and watching him through my eyelashes. And he shuts off the lights, he turns back on the lights, and he's kind of confused, like seemed like he was confused with what he was about to do, and then he walked over to me,

and he kicked me in the back. I think it was his way of checking to make sure I was dead, and I just took it. I didn't cry out in pain, I didn't flinch, I just acted dead. After he kicked me, he walked back to the back door and he went out. The whole time that I was lying there, I was saying to myself, I am not going to die. I am not going to die in this stockroom. I need to see my kids.

I need to see Carl. Lenore crawled on her elbows to the front door. I opened the door, and this gust of air hit me in the face. I have to say, it felt so good to feel the air and to breathe, and I was struggling so much with that and when I stepped outside I saw a man in a car. He got out and looked at me absolutely horrified and I said help me, help, help, I've been stabbed, you've got to call 911. All of a sudden there was a flurry of police and the ambulance arrived and they're cutting off my top. And they were putting tubes in and chest tubes.

And I was hearing everything. I was hearing what they were doing and that they'd put a call in to get an air ambulance. I thought, oh my gosh, it must be really bad if I'm going to be airlifted to Sunnybrook. That's got to be bad. It took seven hours to sew up Lenore's wounds and reattach the nerves and tendons in her wrist. Her husband Carl was at her bedside when she woke up. In critical care, I was so afraid that I was still going to die. I was able to hold Carl's hand and I flipped his hand over and I wrote D-I-E and he said, die? Lenore, do you think you're going

to die? And, and I was, tears were coming out of my eyes and I was just able to nod. He says, you're not going to die. You're, you've made it. You've made it past the hard part. You're, you're going to live. And, but it was such a fear of mine. I, I did not want to die. 36 hours later, the police arrested Lenore's attacker. His name was Robert Francis Richards, not Steve, as he had told her. I have never returned back to the store. I do drive by it, and every time I drive by it and I look over there, I think, oh, that's where I almost lost my life. Robert Francis Richards was found guilty of attempted murder and sentenced to 13 years in jail. I want to know why.

Like, why did he do it? And there is no answer. We don't know. I believe it was to initially rape me. Their defense was for money, but I don't believe it was just to come in to rob the store, because it was my idea to take the money. Lenore recovered from her stab wounds, but lost most of the use of her left hand.

I survived for a couple of reasons. I believe that the love that I have for my family is what was my huge driving force to get out of there. So I know I survived because of them, the love that I have for them and the love they have for me. The second reason I think I survived is that the system worked. You know, a 911 call got me police, ambulance, blood, air ambulance, surgeons,

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and we had made an agreement that on Sunday morning I would look over a term paper that he had written. The day had started in an unusual way. There was a pesky little mouse that had been running around our house and finally it wound up in a trap and then in my Australian shepherd's mouth. And so I pried it out and went to our back alley to kind of put it in the dumpster. And then when I came back through the house, I had left my garage door open. We usually kept our garage door closed because the door to the house we always left open,

but I didn't think that much about it. Stephen went upstairs and reviewed his son's term paper. I'm looking at the computer screen and making some notes, and basically I turn my head around and there's an intruder there, a stranger, someone I'd never seen, very agitated, very angry, and had a shotgun aimed at me very close to my head. The intruder told Stephen he was addicted to crystal meth. Stephen knew this drug could cause violent and homicidal behavior.

Asked me if I had any amphetamines, which I told him that I didn't. Then he told me that he needed cash. I had my wallet. I had about $20 to give him, and that made him really frustrated. He said he would kill me if I didn't do what he told me to do. And I was very convinced that would be the case. He wanted $300 or $500.

I would be more than willing to get that for him, especially if it was to get him on his way. Stephen's son was in the basement practicing guitar. This was a very, very dangerous situation, and the fact that he was agitated made it you know all that much more worrisome but I've always been trained to think as a physician to stay calm I felt like that was a very important part of what I needed to do he asked me if there was anybody else in the house and my son I was pretty sure

was still downstairs, and I didn't want them, you know, just to run into each other, so I told him that my son was downstairs about to go to church. He nuzzled me down the stairs to the laundry room on the first floor of the house, shotgun still to my back. My son is in the

basement, the floor below. And both me and the intruder just wanted my son out the door. From inside the laundry, Stephen and the intruder heard his son leave. They then searched the house for more cash, but failed to find any. He didn't want to steal anything. He just needed cash. And so he made the decision to essentially abduct me, put me in the front seat of his SUV, he in the back seat, to go to an ATM. Stephen observed his abductor in the rearview mirror as they drove through town. I'm in the driver's seat. He's in the back. The shotgun is always

in my back. He has what looks like teeth marks on his fingers. You know, it was very likely that he had just been in a fight with the bloody Knuckles. He was always paranoid and he was worried that possibly somebody was following us.

I worried about him being a sociopath, somebody who you could talk to and you could communicate with, but really didn't get it as far as knowing what was right and wrong. I had never used an ATM machine. I didn't know if I was going to be successful or not in getting money from him as he asked. Stephen's wife had given him an ATM card, but he had never used it. We got it started and then it asked for the PIN number. And that's when I told him that I didn't know my PIN number. He got very angry and he said that, you know, he had taken the stupidest person in the world. So he decided that he would go back to my house and take something of value other than money, which wasn't there. I tried to resist at the time because I figured that by now my wife would actually be home from church. But again, he was in control, and that's what he insisted on doing.

The SUV pulled up in front of Stephen's house. He asked me to open the garage door. The garage door opener had been between my legs, but I realized it wasn't there. And as I looked down on the floor, I couldn't find it either. He got very angry, and he said he would kill me, and he pushed the shotgun into me and said, you know, open the garage door now in a very loud voice. I'm really believing that he could get so angry

that he could actually shoot me out of just rage. My wife is in the kitchen and this is a very, very dangerous situation. Stephen found the remote under his feet and opened the garage door. He tells me that he wants jewelry and he wants my wife's wallet. He had said that once, you know, we got the rings, he would then let me go around the corner. The gunman stayed in the car while Stephen entered the house through the garage. There's the possibility now of closing the door, calling 911,

but I'm so worried about getting my wife in the middle of this that I actually reject that very attractive possibility. I develop good eye contact with her, smile. I walk through the kitchen to the bedroom. I took a drawer of her rings, and I took her wallet, and again gave her a smile and said, don't ask, don't ask. And I walked out. Stephen returned to the SUV without alarming his wife.

I told him that we had a deal, that he had gotten the jewelry, that he was going to let me out in Amarillo. The gunman refused to keep his end of the deal and headed out of town into an isolated rural area. I was getting increasingly concerned and also at that time began trying to communicate with him. He asked me what type of doctor I was and he began to tell me a lot of important things in his life. In fact, he told me the most important thing in his life which

was that he had killed his wife, he had been on some drugs and there was an accident and his wife was thrown from the car. So we were communicating. But, of course, I was really still very, very worried about how this might end because now I was in an even more dangerous situation in the middle of nowhere, a place where he could easily shoot me and put me in a ditch and might not even be found for days. He followed a dirt road, part of a farm, into an open field, and then he stopped the car.

He starts to tell me that I have an option. If I don't say anything to anybody about this, he's going to let me go. And if I do, he would come back and kill me, kill my wife, and kill my family. And so I told him that, no, I definitely would not say anything to anybody. He motioned toward the door, and I had so many times imagined opening the door

and I did. I opened the door and we did a fist bump, which to this day, not sure exactly what that meant, but then he was on his way. After being released by his abductor, Stephen flags down a passing motorist. I told her what had happened and asked if I could use her cell phone. I called my wife. I told her that I had just been kidnapped. And I told her that I was thinking about

not calling the police. But she really convinced me right away. She said, this is a major crime. It's not right. And so immediately, on the same cell phone, I called 911. Stephen identified his abductor from a photo lineup of known criminals. He told me that the individual was Jack Lindsay Jordan. He had violated parole.

He had badly beaten somebody up in Lubbock, Texas, a few days before. And that I was very lucky because he had the potential to be very dangerous. Jack Lindsay Jordan was caught by police a few days later. He was convicted of aggravated robbery and kidnapping. At the sentencing, all of his different crime victims, including another kind of kidnapping that occurred after mine, all of those things were brought to light. And after listening to all of his other various crimes, it was pretty clear that he was a sociopath and I felt very

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Price and coverage match limited by state law. It's October 2010 on the Venezuelan coast. Jim and Ellen are cruising in the Caribbean on their yacht, Bold Lico. They stop at an island 40 miles off the coast of Venezuela. We actually had a pod of dolphins arrive at our bow. It was one of the most glorious arrivals to any island that we've experienced in three years. It was like something out of a movie. It was so gorgeous. We swam ashore and walked the beaches, and by the time we went to sleep that night,

we were completely relaxed. The next day, Jim and Ellen left their tropical paradise for another island. It was a beautiful day, and we had a four-hour trip. We had turned the autopilot on and were clipping along at probably seven knots. Jim was standing very near me in the cockpit, and that he was clearly watching an approaching boat. The boat was directly behind our stern and maybe 200 feet off. I looked up into Jim's face, and then I craned my neck to look back astern, and I could see an open wooden boat coming toward Boldly Go. And the next thing I knew, there was a thud. I mean, boom, right on the side of our starboard side of our boat.

And my first response to that was anger. Oh, they're going to make a dent in the fiberglass of our boat. Immediately, these guys jump on the boat. They grab our lifelines. They fling themselves up onto the boat and two of the three pulled pistols. I felt someone grab the back of my hair and as they grab the back of my hair then suddenly the cold metal of a gun, the barrel of a gun was in my neck. The second guy crossed over her put a gun in my neck and pushed me down on the cockpit floor and during the time he's pushing me down I was looking up and I could see Ellen being forced down the companionway with a gun in her back. I had to suddenly switch gears from a lovely sailing day to this is, this is real.

Like this is piracy. I believe that if I hadn't laid calm and laid still, I would have been shot immediately. A pirate has forced Ellen below deck to get their U.S. dollars. Third man was already down in the cabin, tearing apart opening cabinets. The man that was holding me appeared to be in his 30s. He had pot marks on his face. His eyes were just trembling with likely his adrenaline was flowing as mine was and the look in their eyes was you know we mean business.

I immediately pointed at the nav table and he gave a nod and so I reached over and I lifted the nav table lid, and I saw that they had already rummaged through it. I began to think, where else might I possibly have any dollars? Everywhere that I pointed to, they had already examined. I really started to realize that this wasn't going to be so simple, helping them to find more money.

Ellen was forced down onto the floor of the cabin. At this point, I began to worry about Jim because I knew that they were going up the Companion Way stairs and turning their attention to Jim. The guy that had the gun on me, on my neck, and had me on the floor started yelling, Dolores, Dolores, at me with the gun, and he's pushing it into my neck. And I heard the trigger pull back and cock. And the gun was ready to go off.

And he wanted to make it quite clear that he wants my money and if I don't show him where the money is, I'm a dead guy. I pointed to the places where we may have money stashed. They were the same places that Ellen had already shown them. They seemed very angry, very dissatisfied with the money that they had found. But we had only left Grenada with $500. The pirate hit Jim on the head with the gun and shoved him under the table. Ellen was huddled in the corner with her back to Jim.

I had no idea what was transpiring with him otherwise because I didn't hear his voice again. I didn't dare crane my neck to look and see what was going on, so I just stayed huddled on the floor and listened. The next sound that occurred made my skin just crawl because the next sound I heard was the sound of duct tape. I wanted to tell myself maybe they're just taping up some of our stuff to put it on their little wooden boat, but somehow I knew that they were coming to put the duct tape on us.

My head was on the floor. My nasal passages had already stuffed up and I was breathing through my mouth. And the horror that just poured over me was, what if they duct tape? As soon as they duct tape my mouth, if I then look at them and try to say, you know, that I can't breathe, they won't be able to hear me and in all the commotion maybe then maybe they don't even care he did duct tape my eyes but once he got down just to the about to the top of my nose he cut the he tore the duct tape and then they took my head and they forced my body down onto the floor. Then another so many minutes passed,

and I heard the sound of a man making that sound before you vomit. Then I heard the sound of someone vomiting. The warm vomit flowed over my right toes. For some reason, that brought me comfort, because I thought Jim was still alive. Jim was lying under the table just beyond Ellen's feet. The pirates had also blindfolded Jim

and taped his hands behind his back. They're opening up cabinets. They're digging out from all the stowage that we have. And I'm just listening to them. And they're not talking to each other, but they're going through all our stuff. I knew they had guns. I knew that they had been angry, that they didn't get as much money as they wanted. I had really no way of knowing what was going to happen next.

The pirates pulled out a large tarp from a storage cabinet on deck. When I heard the plastic tarp come down through the companionway toward me, my heart just felt like lead was poured into it. I thought, oh God, they're going to wrap us up in it, and then they're going to take us up into the cockpit, whether they put us down inside this six-foot deep lazarette and close the lid over top of us, or whether they throw us into the ocean, in either case, we likely wouldn't live through that.

I again just focused on keeping my body as still as possible and slowing my breathing down. And after a few minutes, they must have gathered what they wanted within the cabin and wrapped it up inside the tarp, because eventually, as time passed, I no longer heard the sound of the tarp. The pirates took everything of value, including the radio and GPS. I had no way of knowing what was going to happen next, and so I made the decision that I would not only slow my breathing down, but I would try to make it appear to the young man watching me from the companionway stairs that I had passed out.

Or better yet, maybe that he thought I was dead. hunched over my bent knees and completely made my body into like a rag doll on the floor and breathed out. Within a couple of minutes, I heard that young man call up to his compatriots up in the cockpit, en coma, en coma. Ellen's acting convinced the pirates she had got into a coma. The level of conversation up in the cockpit suddenly became very high-pitched, and the voices became very angry. I began to try to control my thoughts and say, Please, just get off our boat. Please leave now. Then, within a period of time, it got quieter and quieter. I could not hear one banging sound. I certainly hadn't heard a voice in several minutes. So I got up all my

courage and said in a voice as soft but still discernible, Jim, do you think they've gone? He immediately responded, Yes, Ellen, I think they've gone. After they untied themselves, Ellen and Jim discovered the pirates had left the boat. We went up upstairs into the cockpit, and our boat was still underway. It was still sailing just as we had left it. Using just a compass, Jim and Ellen headed back to the island they had left that morning.

It was sometime after we had turned the boat around that Jim said, Look, Ellen, look at the floor of the cockpit. Look at all the matches scattered around. And look at our gas can. They've unscrewed the lid and stuck a rag in it. We saw that and we, you know, at that time knew that they were definitely contemplating burning our boat. Despite the trauma of their experience, Jim and Ellen continued their sailing trip around the Caribbean. My

feeling was these pirates have robbed us of everything of value from our boat. They are not going to rob me of my dream. That would have been just another win for the pirates. The pirates who intercepted Jim and Ellen's boat were never found. I survived because my wife Ellen was able to stay calm. That allowed me to stay calm. I remained calm, and I cooperated fully, and that's why I survived. Pluto TV is a place for movie fans, like me. And TV fans, like me.

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