Snook - Disturbing Disappearances Caught on Camera

Episode Date: December 17, 2025

Most people scroll past thousands of videos every day without thinking twice about what happens just outside the frame. But sometimes, a camera captures something that shouldn’t be ignored , a moment where someone is seen for the last time. In today’s video, we’re getting into some disturbing disappearances caught on camera. Join the Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYTFollow me on instagram and Spotify!If your story or post was included in today's video and you wish for it to be taken down, please reach out to this email. [e-mail] And yes, I'm a human voice.NEXT SUB GOAL - 1,000,000 SUBSCRIBERS! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Nobody can't anticipate the future. Not the final turn their life may take, nor the moment they vanish without a trace. And for a few unlucky people, the moment they vanished or met an unexpected fate wasn't just witnessed. It was recorded. Footage that wasn't meant to be ominous suddenly becomes the last clue in a mystery nobody can fully solve. And today, we're diving into some disturbing disappearances caught on camera. And before we begin, make sure to like the video and subscribe to the channel. The channel's goal is to reach 1 million subscribers and I'd love for you to join the community,

so please subscribe. And without further ado, let's get into it. Brian Schaefer Friday, March 31st, 2006, Columbus, Ohio. Medical student Brian Schaefer was out with his father, enjoying a steak dinner. Brian, who had just spent six years studying microbiology at the University of Ohio, has taken up another four-year course in medicine, with the hope of becoming a medical doctor. That meant long days and longer nights for Brian, slaving over homework, studying religiously,

and, of course, taking up medical residences. But that night, there would be no schoolwork. It was the beginning of spring break, which meant a needed reprive from the intensity of academic life. His father, Randy, knew his son was under a lot of pressure, not just for medical school, but the loss of his mother, Renee, a loving woman. She had been diagnosed with blood cancer some years earlier, and just three weeks ago, she had lost the battle. It was a tough couple weeks for Brian.

Dinner was his father's idea, a much-needed night out. In recognition of his son's hard work and a temperature check, he wanted to know how his son was holding up and seeing him now, Brian was exhausted. He was putting on a brave face, sure, but it was obvious to his loved ones that Brian was struggling, and he had been for some time. At dinner, Brian explained his exhaustion away. He had been studying the night before, big exams coming up, and after dinner, he had made plans with a friend named William Clint Florence. The two wanted to have their own spring break celebration and were planning on a late night bar crawl.

Randy thought to himself, Brian shouldn't go out tonight, but he kept it to himself. His son was already under a lot of pressure. He thought it best not to add anymore. The two finished up dinner and went their separate ways. But Randy, loving father to Brian, would never see his son again.

Brian returned to his apartment to get ready. And within the hour, was meeting his friend at the ugly tuna saluna. The saluna was a popular campus hub. tucked away on the second floor of the South Campus Gateway, a university building. The area itself was incredibly popular with students and housed many bars and restaurants, connected by a large courtyard. Together, the friends Brian Schaefer and Clint Florence hopped bar to bar,

enjoying a couple of drinks between them, socializing with the other students and having a great time. As their revelry approached midnight, they met up with one of Clint's friends, Meredith Reed, who offered to drive them back to the ugly tuna saluna to finish out the night. They arrived shortly after midnight and shared a drink together, but the bar was busy. Being a Friday night at the beginning of spring break, hundreds of students had the same exact plan as Brian and company, get drunk, party, and have a good time. The semester had come to a close, and everyone was intent on celebrating.

But with that great swarm of people came a problem. It was easy to lose track of someone in the bustle. The night stretched into the early morning hours of Saturday, April 1st, and when the bar was closing up, Brian Schaefer was nowhere to be found. His friends looked for him, tried to call him, but there was no signs of Brian. They even waited outside of the single exit, expecting to see their friend, but he never emerged. They figured he'd just gotten tired and went back to his apartment, no need to worry. Brian was a grown man after all, 27 years old. He could take care of himself, so the pair left.

Without confirming Brian's whereabouts. and they had no idea how serious a situation they were in. Sunday, April 2nd, Brian's girlfriend, Alexis Wagoner, was getting worried. The two had met at medical school, and their chemistry was undeniable. In fact, they were so in love, both families expected Brian to propose on their couple's trip to Miami, but the plane was leaving tomorrow, and Brian wasn't answering his phone. Come Monday, April 3rd, when he was. didn't show up to the airport, Alexis reported him missing. Brian wasn't one to miss a special

occasion, let alone a tropical vacation. Something had to be wrong. And she was right. Police went to his apartment and found his car still parked in the lot. Nothing was amiss with the vehicle, or his apartment. Presumably, it remained untouched and undisturbed. But if he didn't go home that night. Where was he? So the police moved their search to the ugly Tunis Luna. The building itself had installed security cameras due to the steadily rising crime rates in the area. And this is where they began to analyze Brian's final moments. And something was off about what they captured. At 1.15 a.m., Brian and his friends are caught on camera returning to the bar. Brian is the one leaning on the handrail.

The escalator is the only public entryway to the second floor. 40 minutes later, at 155 a.m., five minutes before the bar closed, Brian was seen talking with two girls outside of the bar. Then he walks off camera and is never seen again. That is to say, from what investigators could see, he never left. At least no one saw him leave. Multiple cameras from other establishments. were recording the exterior of the building,

but none of them captured Brian exiting. From what the footage depicts, he seemingly vanished into thin air. But he had to have left somehow, right? Well, there was one possible exit he slipped out from without being detected, a service door that led to a first floor hallway with access to a part of the building

that was under construction. However, police recognized how dead. difficult this route would have been to navigate, especially while intoxicated. With a series of dark corridors and plenty of equipment, it would have been a challenge getting through. And that's assuming you knew about the service corridor to begin with, but it provided a possible explanation for the disappearance. While this theory was in its infancy, there was a more important matter at hand.

Finding Brian In the following days, police brought in canine units to search the surrounding areas. side streets, alleys, dumpsters, and before long, they'd canvassed miles in every direction. They even convinced the city to let them search the sewers just in case somehow he'd managed to get in. What they were looking for was anything, his phone, his clothing, his jewelry, that could give him any clue as to his whereabouts. A missing persons flyer was distributed throughout Columbus in the surrounding Ohio State

University area, inviting witnesses to come forward. any information about his disappearance, but there was no luck. The search turned up nothing. The plea for information proved unhelpful. Police began considering that perhaps Brian was just taking a break from his stressful life and didn't want to be found immediately. Perhaps he'd returned when he was ready. But he never did. Days turned into weeks. And while his father appeared publicly on news channels and online, pleading for information about his missing son, police believe there was more information to drive elsewhere. Friends Clint Florence and Meredith Reed were interviewed countless times.

Being his company for the night of his disappearance, they obviously garnered a lot of suspicion and were questioned thoroughly. When the investigation stalled, both friends of Brian Schaefer and father, Randy, were asked to take polygraph tests. Though lie detector tests are not accurate enough to be evidential, especially in court, they can be helpful in narrowing down leads and honing police focus. Meredith and Randy agreed to take the tests. They were eager to prove their innocence and help the investigation as best as they could.

But Clint Florence vehemently refused. This was very suspicious to investigators. Clint claimed he'd already given his testimony and didn't want any more trouble. but the public had a different view. If your friend went missing in your company, wouldn't you want to take a polygraph? Of course, this is not a admission of guilt. There's no proof he knows anything more than he had already said,

but it still is incredibly suspicious. However, even with the polygraphs, police were left at a standstill. With the only two tests coming back as honest testimony, they had no choice but to wait for more information. And in the coming weeks, they got just that. Girlfriend Alex Wagoner had gotten into the habit of calling Brian's cell phone every single night, long after the investigation stalled. The grieving Alexis did this with the hope that one day he might answer.

Every night, it went straight to voicemail. But one day, months after his initial disappearance. It began to ring. Three rings, then straight to voicemail. After that, it never rang again. This was an incredible discovery on Alexis's part. It meant his cell phone was, though briefly, turned on. When police tracked the call through the network carrier,

Brian's phone had pinged in the neighboring town of Hilliard, Ohio. Now, there are three very interesting things. about Hilliard, Ohio. Firstly, it was only a 20-minute drive from the ugly Tunis Luna. It's not out of the realm of possibility that Brian, after evading surveillance, when was someone on the short drive to Hilliard? In fact, if he had a couple hours to spare, he could have walked there. Most likely, Brian still had his cell phone on him when he went missing, so this was a great clue. The phone could have been discarded, but still, it was useful information. Secondly, Hilliard is home to a cell phone recycling company.

It's possible that someone may have found his phone and recycled it, but there's no public information on whether investigators talked with the people at the cell phone recycling company. And thirdly, it's rumored that there were more people spending time with Brian that night, other med school students. One of which, an unidentified individual, was the last call Brian made the night of his disappearance. And some of them lived in Hilliard. Most often cited are the two girls he met outside the bar. The last to see Brian Schaefer alive.

Both were identified, though this information is in public and allegedly, one of the girls lawyered up as soon as the investigation began. And her part in the case was uncooperative at best. She was later cleared of any suspicion. When police questioned the cell carrier, they did state it could have been a glitch with their system. With his information, police chose not to investigate further. In 2008, Randy Shaver sadly passed away.

During a storm, a falling tree branch fatally struck him, ending the grieving father's life. He had spent two years making public pleas for information on his missing son, and unfortunately, he never got a resolution. He was buried alongside his late wife. That same year, a condolence post appeared to. online and it read Dad, I love you. I miss you. Brian. Police traced the message to a public

computer in Franklin County. They believed there's a hoax, but there's no concrete proof it was or wasn't. No new information has come out about Brian Schaefer's disappearance. And today, Brian's girlfriend Alexis has gotten married, has two beautiful

sons, and has moved on with her life. And to this day, she insists that someone at the bar, maybe one of his friends, knows more than they'll tell. And with the death of his father, the case has gone cold. The only pulse that exists for this case is online,

where people continue to speculate about the bright-eyed medical student who seemingly vanished into thin air. What happened to Brian? How did he elude surveillance? Why did his cell phone ping all those months later, and who?

If anyone knows the church. true fate of Brian Schaefer. And the sad reality is, after almost 20 years, we may never know. But it remains one of the most disturbing disappearances of all time. Jennifer Kessie January 22nd, 2006, for Lauderdale, Florida, Jennifer Kessie and her boyfriend, Rob Allen, were returning from vacation in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Most of the day was spent in transit, and by the time their plane touched down at approximately 8 p.m., they retired. It was a long way home for Jennifer, who lived in Orlando, and the day had already been a long one. Instead of making the three-hour drive back up north, they chose to spend the night together at Rob's.

Jennifer Cassie was doing well for herself recently. She'd just been promoted to finance manager at her job with a Florida timeshare company operating out of Okai. With the significant boost in pay, she was suddenly living a financial, comfortable life. She had just recently bought her Orlando home, a condo, and as a treat to herself, had decided to take a vacation with the love of her life. From every point of view, it looked like nothing but prosperity on her horizon. She was really happy, Jennifer's mother said, she was in love. But love is complicated, and Rob wasn't so sure. His friends believed he was getting cold feet. Their long distance relationship had posed some challenges. My best friend said to me after the trip,

Oh, you're in love and you just don't want to admit it. But still the two had just shared an amazing couple's vacation together. And the intricacies of love, what that meant, could be worked out another time. For now, all they were worried about was getting some much needed rest. So they went back to Rob's and tucked in for the night. He didn't know it was the last time he'd see his girlfriend ever again. January 23rd Jennifer called her mother, Joyce, on the way to work the next morning. Jen shared every detail about the trip her mother told reporters. She was on a cloud.

That night after work, she drives home and calls Rob. They get into an argument about the relationship, the details of which we cannot be sure. But one thing is certain. This was the last phone call she ever made. The next day, Rob started to become worried. Jennifer was in the habit of calling Robb, after she woke up, but he received no call. He figures that after their argument, she might be reluctant to talk to him. Regardless, around 9 a.m. he tried her phone, and it went straight

to voicemail. This was odd behavior from Jennifer. Her phone was rarely turned off, but the night previous, she had mentioned an important meeting. Perhaps that was it. She was just busy. He would continue to try throughout the morning, but nothing changed. When Jennifer failed to show up for work without a call, even her employers knew something was off. Jennifer always called if she was running late or needed a sick day. Her silence was uncharacteristic. So they called her parents who served as emergency contacts to see if they'd spoke to Jennifer. They hadn't, not since the day before. That's when they got in touch with Rob. If anyone knew anything, it would be him. And that's when the full gravity of the situation began to set in.

Because Rob hadn't heard from her either. Terrified her parents and her brother began the hour and a half journey from their home in Tampa to Orlando. In the meantime, they called the manager of the condos for information. Jennifer had clearly left that morning. Her car was not in the lot. They asked the manager to use a spare key to inspect the apartment. inside, everything looked completely normal.

Nothing was out of place or in any strange way. She was just gone. When they arrived at 3 p.m., they found evidence that Jennifer had been home that morning. And with no call from Jennifer still, they called the police. Initially, due to the short time frame, police insist she left of her own volition. But her family knew better. Something was horribly wrong. and they wouldn't stop until police investigated.

With the animacy of her family, and the testimony of her employers, a detective was sent to the condo complex to begin a search. According to her father, the police looked around her apartment, shrugged their shoulders, said it was just another case of an upset girlfriend, and walked out.

This casual dismissal of their concerns would typically halt a missing person's case before it even began, but the family would not be halted. If Jennifer was in danger, they would stop at nothing to find her. And I'd like to take a quick moment to recognize the incredible efforts of Jennifer's family because come 6 p.m. that day, five hours after they discovered she was missing, Rob, her mother, her father, and her brother, her friends and extended family were all distributing homemade

flyers of Jennifer throughout the city. Within 24 hours, they'd contacted the local news. and when the police could be bothered to finally investigate, they were out searching for the missing Jennifer. This incredible call to action by her loved ones, and so early on in her disappearance, is almost unbelievable. In my opinion, this alone is proof of how loved and cherished Jennifer really was and how much she was missed, even after one day. Police gathered everything they could, which admittedly wasn't much. They checked for any subtle clues that the condo had been broken into, but there wasn't any. She'd most likely left of her own volition, at least at first. But until they got more information, any theory about her disappearance was a guessing game.

Then a breakthrough. The news had been covering the case 24-7 and was asking for any information about Jennifer's whereabouts. They provided a detailed description of what she looked like, her photograph, her last known location, in the make and model of her missing vehicle, a black 2004 Chevy Malibu. In the early morning of January 26th, two days after Jennifer was reported missing, the police received a tip. Her car was parked in a nearby apartment complex and had been for some time. Police swarmed the complex. Inside the car, it was clean, almost too clean. But there was no sign of Jennifer. They checked hidden surveillance cameras that were scattered around the property, hoping to spot her movements after parking the car.

But what they found, shocked investigators. Around noon, on the day of her disappearance, police see Jennifer's car enter the parking lot from the vantage point of the pool. Jennifer finds a spot, parks, and gets out. She then walks down the street, but it's not a clear image of Jennifer or where she was walking. So they switched angles to a camera that was pointed at the fence by the pool. And to their horror, they realized it wasn't Jennifer driving the car. It was a man about 5 foot 3 wearing a hat and nondescript clothes. Despite the number of cameras, only one captured the man clearly.

And given the frame rate of the CCTV, his face was hidden behind the intricate webbing of the fencework. No one. Not the family, friends, or coworkers of Jennifer recognized the man. He was a ghost. But whatever happened to Jennifer, he was the person who did it.

They brought in a canine unit to track the man's scent, and it led them back to her condo, which meant that, most probably, he returned to her condo after dumping the car. For whatever reason that was, in the scent went cold important or expensive items were left in the car which would typically rule out a robbery but certain items are still missing jennifer's purse her phone her ipod and keys were now nowhere to be found presumably they were left on her person but that meant

jennifer was somewhere else maybe alive maybe dead but wherever she was the man had taken her there The Orlando Police Department gathered many clues over the coming weeks. Her family and friends were investigated, but all of them were ruled out as suspects. Her work computer was confiscated and searched, where they discovered one of her managers had asked her on a date, which she refused, as she was against workplace relationships. This man was interrogated multiple times and also ruled out as a suspect. It also came out that Jennifer was being harassed at her condo complex. The building was undergoing an expansion, and construction workers were frequenting the property. Jennifer had told her mother that many of these workers took a liking to her.

They would catcall and harass her whenever she passed by, and investigators were quick to suspect these workers, but most were non-English speakers. Due to the language barrier, police declined to interrogate them. I've seen information out there that says the police couldn't interrogate them, but to me that's a cheap excuse for misconduct. I mean, come on, you can't get a guy to translate. These men could have been interrogated if the police wanted to. She went missing in Orlando, Florida. 26% of the city speaks Spanish, so no, they had the option and chose not to interrogate them. And because of that, a lot of prospective leads went cold. In 2007, Jennifer's company offered a one

million dollar reward for anyone with information that led to the safe recovery of Jennifer Kesse. But today, from what we know, no one has ever come forward. As of June 2010, the FBI has taken over the case, and although it's been cold for almost 20 years, recent DNA analysis has brought the case back from obscurity. They've made so much ground this year that the case is no longer considered cold and suspects are being investigated as we speak. After Jennifer's disappearance, the Florida House of Representatives passed the Jennifer Kessay and Tiffany Sessions Missing Persons Act, which instituted new regulations and policies for how investigators are supposed to handle such cases. For now, the family awaits new information that could finally put to rest a case

that has haunted them for 20 long years. And hopefully, one day soon, soon. The identity of the mysterious man can finally come to light. And Jennifer can finally get the justice she deserves. The Lost Boys of Pickering. March 17, 1995, a spring break party was underway in the quiet suburban cityscape of Pickering, Ontario. Six boys who had been friends for all of high school were in attendance. Chad Smith, Daniel Higgins, Michael Cummings, Robert, Rumbolt, Jamie Laferbara, and Jay Boyle. We know very little about any of these boys except Jay Boyle, because Trudeau's age, he liked to make trouble. He was a baseball player with a strong build and a mean streak.

He'd recently done in time for assault and was facing additional time in jail for another assault charge and a weapons charge. But he wasn't a brute. He'd recently had a child with his girlfriend, and by all accounts, he loved them both dearly. He had four sisters, a mother and a father, who were all active in his life. So active, in fact, she was watching her granddaughter while Jay was out partying, but this wasn't odd for any of the boys. They were all loved dearly, cherished dearly, and none of them knew what was about to happen. The night was full of alcohol, talking, arguing the kind of camaraderie you'd expect from a

houseful of teenagers, and involved in every conversation, every laugh, every drink, We're the six. The boys were something of a rat pack in Pickering, and together they like to cause a little mischief. They had broken into the nearby marina many times, looking for a thrill. For a teenager, it was an easy place to get a beer, hop on the waller and rifle through the compartment. There was bound to be some booze hidden somewhere. It was also an opportune spot to hijack a boat. Just last night, a group of them had gone down and stolen a water tricycle to joyride on the lake. It was fun, the type of fun they had often. They always returned what they stole.

Not the beer, but the boats, yes. It wasn't malicious what they were doing. They were kids having fun on the water and joined the night, laughing under the stars. And tonight, they planned to do it again. At approximately 1.30 a.m., Jay Boyle stepped out of the party to call his girlfriend, Monique McNamara. They had a brief conversation where he explained what the night would entail. Another trip to the marina, some more to drink, and maybe a joyride,

in someone else's boat. Monique was none to please. She wanted him to come over, stay in her apartment for the night. It was hard to find time just for them to be in love and enjoy each other's company. Boyle was convinced. He promised to come over after the party.

When Monique hung up the phone, she waited in anticipation for his arrival. But Jay would never arrive, and the six would never be seen again. At 3.30 a.m., some of their girlfriends were still getting worried. All of the boys in some capacity were expected to be somewhere come the early morning. None had arrived. In fact, not only had they not arrived, they couldn't even get in touch with them. None were answering their phone, so they called

the police to report the six missing. When officers received word that the boys were nowhere to be found, they weren't interested. These six boys, well, they were the usual suspects. No doubt they were just without making trouble for themselves. And although the police should have investigated right then, their history of mischief made their disappearance less enticing. So the police established that at this point in time. There was nothing they could do. It wasn't suspicious enough yet.

Their parents would have to call in the morning. But Monique, by this time, hadn't called. After that, Jay had promised her he'd be coming home, when he still hadn't arrived at our apartment by morning, and hadn't called her to update her. which was out of character, she too called the police. Once again, they dismissed her concerns. Again, the police couldn't be bothered to give it.

It took until the end of the day for all of the parents to be informed of their missing children. When the police finally decided to do literally anything, a ridiculous 36 hours had elapsed since the first reports of their disappearance. Given Monique's testimony, the police started their search at the marina. It appeared that two water vehicles were missing from two nearby marinas, the aforementioned water tricycle and a 15-foot imitation Boston Whaler. Now, I'll briefly discuss the Boston Whaler because this is a very famous boat. It was advertised in the late in 60s as being unsinkable. Its whole is essentially styrofoam and fiberglass.

You could flip this boat, wreck this boat, cut this boat into tiny pieces, and it'll still float. At the very least, and under the worst conditions, you'd know where it went down. It was a 15-foot life vessel. And this boat was missing from the marina. Granted, the waters of Lake Ontario are famously ill-tempered, but that night, the waters were reported to be still and calm. Now, on to the meet of their investigation. They asked people in the surrounding areas if anything odd occurred the night before,

and there had been. Neighbors to the marina established that around 2 a.m., they heard a boat start-up at the marina. With all of this in mind, the police checked the surveillance footage to see if this boat was stolen by the missing boys. And after scrubbing the footage, they had their confirmation. At 148 a.m., three of the boys are captured on the security cameras, Michael, Jamie, and Robbie, walking into the marina. The parents, after being shown only 15 minutes of the footage, positively identified them. But something was strange.

Where were the other boys? Why weren't they together? If they'd all come from the same place, this was odd. But concern for the missing boys overcame any odd behavior. Police began searching Lake Ontario. The Canadian Air Force were enlisted to help, providing a plane and a helicopter to spy over the calm, gray waters for any signs of life, the boat, or otherwise.

Down below, the Coast Guard employed their fleet of vessels and took to the waves. Thousands of volunteers, both on the land and with boats, joined into search. During the search, the Air Force Force for something interesting. They spotted what looked like a vessel, floating just below the water's surface. From its location, it wouldn't be visible to the other boats attempted to search. And in response, the police did nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Didn't check out the location, didn't tell anyone, get resources together to search for what could have been a capsized boat, nothing. And 36 hours later, they announced that the boys had likely capsized and died of hypothermia. Now, I'll say again, this is not impossible. It's very possible that a small boat like the Boston Whaler carrying six essentially grown men could have become unstable and capsized. That much is true, but why the lack of urgency from police? Why, without any evidence did they conclude the boys were dead. They could have gone on a spree trip to another city, decided to go rogue for a couple days in Oshawa or Toronto. Why, after 36 hours of searching and blatantly ignoring the Air Force's claim there was a boat upside down in the water

where the police so eager to wipe their hands of the case. Another point to make, bodies float. not only would the boat have been pretty easy to find in those early days, but if the boys had died, they'd have found one of their bodies, at least. The only scenario where all six of the boys die and sink is if all of them had been taken in water, and these boys would not have died of drowning. They would have died from hypothermia. Even the police claim they would have succumbed to hypothermia, and even then, it's still likely a body would have been found.

Experienced cold water divers have commented on the case, and it is safe to say, the chances of all six boys sinking to the point of being unrecoverable is unlikely. And in any event that did happen, and sorry to be graphic here, but body parts like hands, feet, and heads, often detach when left underwater. They will float up with all likelihood. 6 boys, 6 bodies, 12 pairs of hands and feet should not have been lost forever under the water. And that's assuming all 6 boys were on that boat, which we can't confirm, because only 3 were ever spotted on CCTV. A few weeks after the investigation was concluded, the police were tipped off by a fisherman who claimed that, with his sonar equipment, had spotted an anomaly at the bottom of the lake, a small vessel, weighed down. by the back of a heavy motor sunk upright and to absolutely no one surprised the police did

you guessed it absolutely and later a fuel can belonging to the missing vessel was found washed up in Wilson New York of course it seemed like perfect confirmation that the boat had capsized and the boys had died and the case went cold for more than a decade until 2010 A private investigator named Bruce Ricketts became interested in the case. He was a popular blogger and wrote about many Canadian mysteries, including the six lost boys of Pickering, Ontario. He claimed that the investigation, well, it was bull-he. He believed the police were purposely ignoring facts and used unsupported information to ruling boys dead, without making a proper underwater search.

As well as this, Bruce was experienced with the waters of Lake Ontario, and since the night of the disappearance would have had a clear, calm sea with no storms or reported waves, he claimed it was impossible for the boat to have sunk naturally. He also dismissed the gas can, which was sure fireproof the boat had capsized as suspicious as best. The gas can was floating upside down for 11 days, reportedly without a cap. How had it not taken on enough water to sink? And on top of this, the gas can had a very strong metal connection, which essentially means it's connected to the boat.

And unless someone took it off themselves, it wasn't leaving the boat. Sure, the boys could have done it, but why? His story gained mass appeal with the people of Pickering and gained national traction because, well, he wasn't the only suspicious party. Most of the Pickering citizens were familiar with Lake Ontario, and most of them found the whole thing to be very, very suspicious. Given the popularity of his blog, he eventually came into contact with the families. And with the popularity of his blog garnering public attention, the police were more inclined to listen to him.

He convinced the police to do an underwater search in 2010 with a team of experienced cold water divers, and the results of the search were inconclusive. Why? Because the police backed out the day of, with no explanation. Okay, they could reschedule, right? No. The search never happened. But Bruce wasn't discouraged.

He continued investigating. Collected evidence, talked with the people who were involved in the case, the grieving families included, and one of his efforts, a whole decade later, was sent the police's story crashing into a nosedive. You see, when he got his hands on the CCTV footage, he didn't scrubbed 15 minutes of it, he personally sat through,

Hours and hours meticulously combing every single frame, because this man can single-handedly run circles around dubious law enforcement agencies, apparently, but go figure. And what he found was shocking. There were other people at the marina that night. About an hour before the boys arrive, a car is caught in camera pulling into the marina, and two people get out.

They talk over the car and begin walking. one carrying a large black sack before disappearing off camera there's no public footage of the car leaving but in the later CCTV footage the car is missing so presumably the people left then 10 minutes later another person is caught walking through the marina this time emerging from where the boats were laid up he walks off camera on foot toward another end of the marina and then disappears then not 20 minutes after the three boys are spotted on CCTV. At 208 a.m., three other people were spotted entering the marina, what looks like two men and a woman.

The man on the right lifts his arm toward the other two before the camera pans. Whether to point out something or to hold out a weapon, we aren't sure. And by the time the camera pans back, they're gone. To me, Bruce Ricketts and the people of Pickering, this footage is damning. There were more than a couple people at the marina that night, all of them hanging around as the boys arrived. What were they doing? Did the boys stumble into a drug run gone wrong? Were they witness to a crime in progress and disappeared because of it?

Or was it perfectly innocent? And if it was perfectly innocent, why did no one come forward? And why did it take a decade to discover there was more to the story? After scrubbing the footage, Bruce came to believe that the police's lack of effort, their reluctance to do any real investigation, wasn't incompetence. It looked to him like a tactical, methodical cover-up. And sadly, Bruce died in early 2024, but he has survived by the families who still have questions about the boys' disappearances.

But after 30 years, it's unlikely we'll ever know the full story of what happened on that cold night in 1995. But we know one thing is for certain. There's more to it than what we've been told. And all right, guys. That wraps up some disturbing disappearances caught on camera.

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