Lore - REMASTERED – Episode 16: Covered Mirrors
Episode Date: November 29, 2021It’s time to pay another visit to the little house in Villisca that played host to one of the most horrible ax murders in history. This classic episode is presented with fresh, modern narration and ...production, as well as a brand new bonus story at the end. ———————— Lore Resources: Episode Music: lorepodcast.com/music Episode Sources: lorepodcast.com/sources All the shows from Grim & Mild: www.grimandmild.com Access premium content! To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com, or visit our listing here.
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I can still remember the first time I saw a nightmare on Elm Street as a child.
Those tense moments in the dark, the thumping of my heart in my chest, the screams.
But the decades have reduced much of those memories down to impressions and flashes
of key images.
The most important of those, of course, was the glove.
Freddie Kruger's glove was iconic.
All leather and metal and fish knives.
Just a glimpse of it was enough to send shivers down the spines of millions.
It was one of a handful of weapons that became foundational to a new wave of horror movies
that started about 35 years ago.
There were others, of course.
The chainsaw, with its screaming motor and biting teeth, filled many nightmares.
The machete always takes me back to the hockey mask-wearing Jason Forhees in Friday the 13th.
There are many stories of a killer who uses a hook from I Know What You Did Last Summer
to an early episode of Supernatural and who could forget the wooden stake that makes an
appearance in almost every vampire movie.
But no tool of destruction has been more prolific and more horrific than the axe.
It's the stuff of nightmares, equal parts passion and skill.
It's a nearmithic weapon that instantly inspires fear.
But a little over a century ago, those nightmares became reality.
I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is Lore.
Between January of 1911 and April of 1912, a killer traveled across western Louisiana
and eastern Texas.
And whoever they were, a trail of bodies was left on a scale beyond anything we can imagine
today.
They were crimes of intense passion and brutality.
They were calculated and merciless.
They were hate crimes to the core, focusing on victims of mixed race, and they were all
committed with an axe.
The first murder took place in rain Louisiana in January of 1911.
While a young mother and her three small children were asleep in their beds, someone entered
their home and brutally killed them all with an axe.
Shortly after that, and just 10 miles to the west in the small town of Crawley, the killer
struck again.
While Walter Byers and his wife and their six-year-old son slept in their beds, their
lives were ended.
There was a pattern forming, something beyond the victim profiles and the murder weapon,
but it was still too early for the authorities to notice it.
This was an age before the internet, before 24-hour news networks.
Most information traveled along the railroad and took days or weeks to spread effectively,
which was unfortunate because it allowed the killer to move on and continue his work.
Whoever he was, he didn't wait long before making his next appearance.
On February 23, 1911, someone entered the home of the Castaway family in San Antonio,
Texas, and slaughtered everyone in their sleep, the husband and wife and their three children.
There were never any signs of robbery, no vandalism or other evidence of a reason for the murders.
Whoever the killer was, he entered each home with one horrific purpose and then moved on.
The killer took a long break in San Antonio, but when he reappeared, he was back in Louisiana,
on Sunday, November 26, 1911, in the city of Lafayette.
All six members of the Randall family were butchered while they slept.
The authorities said that each had been killed with a single blow to the back of the head,
right near the right ear.
And their weapon, they claimed, was an axe.
Shortly after that, the police arrested a woman named Clementine Bernabette, who claimed
to have committed the crimes in rain, crawly, and Lafayette.
Her story was an odd mixture of voodoo superstition and cult mentality due to her involvement
in something called the Sacred Church.
But in the end, the true killer proved her innocence by continuing with his spree while
she remained behind bars.
In January of 1912, Crawley experienced yet another tragedy at the hands of the X-Man.
Marie Warner and her three children were brutally killed in their beds following the pattern
of the previous murders.
Two days later, in the Louisiana town of Lake Charles, Felix Broussard and his wife
and their three children became the next victims, one blow to the head for each, just behind
the right ear.
But this was the moment the killer went off script.
He left a note.
It wasn't incredibly helpful, but it did lend a small amount of humanity to the man
behind the axe.
The note read,
When he maketh the inquisition for blood, he forgeteth not the cry of the humble.
Human Five
No one knew what it meant.
No one does to this day.
But it helped the towns along the Southern Pacific railroad line understand that it wasn't
some mythological beast that was hunting them.
No, the killer was a human, still a monster, but of the human variety.
The death toll continued to climb.
On February 19th, it was Hattie Dove and her three children in Beaumont, Texas.
On March 27th, it was the Monroe family in the town of Gladden.
On April 11th, the killer returned to San Antonio to take the lives of William Burton
and his family.
Two nights later, in Hempstead, three more lives were taken.
The killer appeared one final time in August of 1912 in the home of James Dashiell and
San Antonio.
But something went wrong there.
After the never waking up, Mrs. Dashiell opened her eyes as the killer missed his target.
She screamed and he ran, slipping away into the night.
And then, as if it had been nothing more than a hot wind blowing off the gulf, everything
just stopped.
No more murders, no more blood, no more little coffins with no one left to weep over them.
Just gone.
But there's always another axe.
There's always another family.
And there's always another monster.
Tucked in the southwestern corner of Iowa, between the middle and west branches of the
Nottoway River is the sleepy little town of Valesca.
In 1912, it was the sort of town where everyone knew each other, if not by name, then at least
by face.
Local man Joe Moore had been the star salesman at a farm equipment business run by another
Valesca native, Frank Jones, but had struck out on his own five years earlier, starting
his own business.
He and his wife Sarah had four children, ranging from five to eleven years of age, and all
of them were well loved in town.
On the night of June 10, eldest daughter Catherine played host to a pair of local girls, Lena
and Ina Stillinger, for a sleepover.
With the house full, the family retired to bed, and soon all eight of them were fast asleep.
Just after midnight, however, a stranger lifted the latch on the Moore's family backdoor
and stepped inside.
Today, we don't think twice about locking our doors and windows before going to bed,
but in Valesca in 1912, that would have been overkill.
It wasn't a problem, and everyone, well, we've already covered how friendly they were.
Whoever it was that entered the Moore house that night closed the door behind himself
and then quietly picked up a nearby oil lamp.
This was the type of lamp with a glass chimney on top, which protected the flame from gusts
of wind, but it was also prone to toppling out if the lamp was tipped too far.
Breaking glass makes noise, and that's probably why the intruder removed the lamp's chimney
and set it aside.
He lit the lamp and turned the flame down as low as he could.
Just enough to see by, but not enough to wake anyone up.
And then, moving as quietly as he could, he walked past the room where the Two Stillinger
girls slept and slowly climbed the narrow stairs.
We know this because the town coroner did his best to later reconstruct the events of
that night.
We're told that the man first slipped into the room of Joe and Sarah Moore, who lay asleep
in their bed.
He set down the lamp.
It would only get in the way when he started to use the other item he had brought with
him, an axe.
When he raised the weapon over his head, it scuffed the ceiling of the room, but neither
of the occupants of the bed noticed.
He brought it down first on Joe and then on his wife.
Two quick swings, two sickening thuds, and then it was over.
He next visited the Moore children asleep in the second upstairs bedroom.
He quietly killed each of them with similar quick blows to the head with an axe before
returning to the stairs.
Back downstairs, he entered the room where the two guests slept and completed his macabre
mission.
No one awoke.
No one screamed.
No one was allowed a chance to warn the others until it was all over.
But there are signs that one of the Stillinger girls woke up.
According to the coroner, her body showed signs of movement prior to her death.
Perhaps the noises upstairs woke her, maybe her sister screamed, or some other noise disturbed
her sleep.
But by the time she was awake, it was too late.
She quickly joined the others in their horrible fate.
I wish I could say that the night's events were over, but the intruder, the killer now,
wasn't finished.
After killing all eight of the people inside the house, he returned upstairs and systematically
brutalized their remains with his axe.
There are details I won't record, details that most of us can do without, no matter
how strong some people's stomachs are.
But it's estimated that the killer struck Jomor's face at least 30 times before moving
on to his wife.
When he was done with this, the man covered each of the faces of the victims.
All eight victims shrouded in clothing and bedsheets.
Then he moved on to the mirrors in the house, draping each in turn with more cloth.
Every reflective surface, every place where it might be possible to see eyes, staring
back at himself, he carefully and deliberately covered each of them.
They think the killer stayed in the house for a while after he was done.
There are signs that he had taken a bowl and filled it with water, where he washed his
blood-soaked hands.
A little before 5 a.m., the man picked up the house keys, turned off the lamp, locked
the doors, and then vanished into the red morning sky.
As it goes with so many small-town tragedies, the people of Veliska went in search of someone
to blame for the murders.
One of the first suspects to be considered was Iowa Senator Frank Jones.
If you remember, Jones had been Joe Moore's boss at the farm equipment business just a
few years before.
When he left to strike out on his own, though, Moore had taken one of the most lucrative
clients with him.
There was no love between these two men.
In fact, they used to cross over to the other side of the street to avoid passing each other.
There was also a rumor that Joe Moore had been having an affair with Frank's daughter.
The theory, around town at least, was that Frank hired a killer to get rid of Moore.
He was never formally charged with the murders, but the news coverage ruined his political
career.
Another suspect was a local man named Lynn George Kelly.
Aside from being the town's Presbyterian minister, he was also a known sexual deviant
with mental health problems.
This is a guy who placed an ad in the local newspaper looking for a receptionist.
And when women responded, he instructed them that they would be required to type in the
nude.
Super nice guy, if by nice, you mean weird.
But weird or not, he quickly admitted to the murders and to leaving town on a train the
morning of their discovery.
He was also left-handed, something the coroner had determined was a characteristic of the
killer.
But there were problems, too.
Kelly was 5'2 and weighed a little over 100 pounds.
Not the beast that people would have expected to find swinging in acts in the middle of
the night.
Unfortunately, Kelly later recanted his confession and complained about police brutality.
One final suspect was William Mansfield.
It was believed by some that Frank Jones had hired Mansfield to do the killing, while others
just believed the man worked alone.
Mansfield had a criminal record, and at one point, one of the detective agencies hired
to investigate the murders claimed that he was even a cocaine addict.
No one liked Mansfield.
And it seemed like he was really the guy.
Mansfield had been suspected in two other murders prior to Velisca, which didn't help
his case.
One in Pala, Kansas had happened just four days before, and another in Aurora, Illinois.
The locations of both of those murders were easily accessible by train, and both had been
committed with an axe.
That's not all.
Each of the previous murder scenes were eerily similar, too.
In both homes, investigators found a lamp burning at the foot of the bed, glass chimney
missing.
Mirrors in both homes had been covered, and bowls of water were used to wash bloody hands,
and they were found near the kitchen.
No prints were found, though, suggesting a killer who was worried about being identified
by prison records, something Mansfield would have understood.
In the end, though, Mansfield was able to provide an alibi.
His name was apparently on the payroll records for a business several hundred miles away,
making it difficult to believe he could have traveled to Velisca to swing the axe.
Someone did, though, which means the killer got away.
He caught a train, skipped town, and landed somewhere else.
Who knows where that train might have taken him?
The axe is about as iconic as it gets.
Some of the oldest man-made tools that scientists have discovered are hand axes, suggesting
that their form and function is somehow part of our subconscious.
They fit our needs, and perhaps they fit our nature as well.
In Velisca, like countless communities around the world at the turn of the last century,
the axe was about as commonplace as the hand-pumped well or the wooden outhouse.
Everyone had one, and everyone took them for granted.
It was incredibly common to see them laying on a person's porch or protruding from a large
piece of firewood in the yard.
Which means that there would have been no need for the Velisca axe murderer to carry
his weapon with him.
It was a weapon of convenience.
It was the easy and logical choice, the perfect tool for the perfect crime.
As a result, our scary stories are full of those brutally sharp, iconic weapons.
Our vicious arc is the stuff of nightmares.
And for the Moor family, those nightmares became real.
We encounter William Mansfield one more time in the historical records.
Shortly after his trial and release, a man named R. H. Thorpe from nearby Shenandoah
came forward with a story.
According to him, he saw a man fitting Mansfield's description bored to train the morning of
the murders within walking distance of town.
Maybe it was someone else.
Maybe it was Mansfield himself caught in his own lie.
There's no record that the authorities followed up on that lead, but other things followed
him in the years to come.
In June of 1914, a full two years after the events in Velisca, Mansfield was arrested
one more time, this time in Kansas City.
The reason?
His former wife, along with her parents and her infant child, had been found dead in their
home in Blue Island, Illinois.
According to the authorities, they had been brutally murdered in their sleep during the
night.
And a killer had used an axe.
From the horror films of the last few decades to tales of Lizzie Borden and her 40 wax,
no artifact of violent crime has reached the status of folklore quite like the common
axe.
And because of that, there's no shortage of stories that feature its brutal blade, along
with a whole bunch of mystery.
Stick around through this brief sponsor break to hear about one more.
The headline in the local paper, The Crowley Post Signal in Louisiana, seemed to say it
all.
Brutal murder of Negro family is discovered in West Crowley.
If you were faint of heart or tended to be a bit squeamish, that was probably enough information.
But there was so much more.
And let me say, if the story of Velisca has tested your limits or made you uncomfortable,
this tale might not be for you.
As always, I'll do my best to keep the gruesome details to a minimum.
But if your imagination is a bit overly active, consider yourself warned.
Walter Byers worked in the local rice mill.
He along with his wife and son seemed to be the perfect neighbors.
Folks in town said he was a hardworking man.
He served as the volunteer secretary at his church and was described in the newspaper
article as peaceable.
That sounds almost stereotypical, but that common eyewitness on the street testimony
we've all heard a hundred times.
He was a great neighbor, a quiet man, and we always waved and said hello.
All of that is entirely applicable here.
Like I said, Walter Byers was the perfect neighbor.
Quiet, kind, and helpful.
Looking back, though, maybe that makes the rest of the story all the more painful.
On Tuesday evening, the 24th of January of 1911, if you're keeping track of the details,
one of the Byers' neighbors saw Walter's wife, Sylvania, a little after dinner time.
After that, things got quiet at the Byers' house.
No one in the neighborhood saw or heard from them at all the next day.
I imagine the school wondered where the little Byers boy had gone, and the mill probably
thought it was odd that Walter failed to show up.
But it wasn't until the day after that, Thursday afternoon, that someone paid them a visit.
The article only refers to her as a little girl on an errand, but whatever it was she
needed it brought her to their front door.
She knocked and waited, but no one answered.
While she stood there, though, she noticed an odd smell, a bad smell, the smell of death.
And because the door was locked, she ran home and told her parents, who called the authorities
to come and give things a look.
When they got inside, the scene that was waiting for them was horrific.
All three members of the Byers' family were found in bed together, Walter and his wife
side by side, with their son stretched out at their feet.
Leaning against the head of the bed was a long-handled axe, covered in blood and bone
and hair, and that wash of red carries over the entire bed, where the sheets had tried
and failed to soak in all of the blood that had been spilled by the killer.
Each of the victims had been struck in the head, a blade of the axe splitting their skulls.
Death was most likely instantaneous, which honestly seems like the only bit of mercy
in this entire story.
Their deaths would have been incredibly painful, but at least they were very quick.
Around the bed were more pieces of the story.
A nearby wash stand held a half-filled basin of water on top, and the water inside was pink
with blood.
Clearly the killer had stopped to clean himself before leaving, although when they did, they
left bloody footprints on the floor that led out of the room.
And that was all they would ever know about the killer.
Whoever they were, wherever they came from and whatever their motive might have been,
all of that was a mystery.
The only truth the authorities could be certain of is that they killed the Byers as they slept,
washed their hands, and then walked out of the house and into the night.
All they left behind was the axe, the blood, and the broken bodies of three innocent victims.
Sadly, there would be more killings like it in the area over the coming months.
The Andrus family from Lafayette in February, the Castaways from San Antonio in March, and
while the authorities chased leads and arrested suspects, no definitive answer was ever found.
All we're left with is blood, blood, and the axe.
This episode of Lore was researched, written, and produced by me, Aaron Mankey, with music
by Chad Lawson.
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