Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Dark Crimes in Finland Jarno Sebastian Elk and the Brutal Murder of Robert PART2 #41

Episode Date: October 23, 2025

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Horror. The Dark Story of Jarno and His Circle. All right, buckle up because the part of the story we're diving into now isn't for the faint of heart. We're entering the mind of someone who didn't just flirt with dark ideas, but lived inside them, embraced them, and let them twist his life in a way that would eventually destroy not only himself, but also those who followed him. So, Let's rewind. Jarno's beliefs, a god of his own. When people hear the word Satanism, they often picture hooded figures in candlelit rooms chanting to some horned creature.

But the kind of Satanism that Jarno followed wasn't like that. He wasn't out there praying to a literal devil. No, the flavor of Satanism he embraced was closer to a kind of atheistic philosophy, heavily inspired by Anton LeVay's writings. This version didn't involve worshipping a supernatural being. Instead, it's centered on the idea that the individual is their own God. You don't bow to anyone, you don't submit to rules, you don't let guilt, empathy, or remorse control you. You do what you want, when you want, because you can.

For someone like Jarno, whose life had been a spiral of self-hatred, depression, and chaos, this philosophy felt like oxygen. Up until then, he despised himself. He loathed waking up in his own skin. He'd battled with suicidal thoughts and probably felt worthless on most days. But when he embraced these ideas, it flipped the script in his head. Suddenly, he wasn't weak anymore. He wasn't the broken kid who had bounced in and out of institutions. He wasn't the guy drowning himself in alcohol because he hated his reflection. He told himself, I am my own God, I am my own strength, I am important, I matter. And you know what? That kind of thinking made him dangerous. Because instead of finding actual healing, Jarno weaponized his pain and wrapped it in a cloak of

authority. He started projecting confidence, dominance, power. And in the late 90s, in his corner of Finland, that was more than enough to attract a following. Summer of 1998, the birth of a group. By the summer of 1998, Jarno was 23 years old. And with his new worldview, he decided it was time to stop being a lone wolf and instead create his own little circle, his own dark family, if you will. It all began with a girl, Terry Johanna Terwashanka, just 17 years old at the time. Now, Terry's story is heartbreaking in its own way. She wasn't born into chaos. In fact, people

say she came from a decent middle-class family. Up until around age 14, she was the kind of daughter parents dream about, polite, diligent in school, smart, and well-behaved. Then, almost like a switch flipped, everything fell apart. She drifted into the wrong crowd, started experimenting with alcohol and drugs, and before anyone could really intervene, she ran away from home. From that moment on, she was basically a ghost. Nobody really knows exactly why. Was it just rebellion, some blowout fight with her parents, a deeper trauma she never shared? The records don't say, and her family never gave a clear answer either. But by 1998, Terry had been living off the radar for a while. And then she met Jarno. To her, Jarno was mesmerizing. He wasn't just another troubled young man.

In her eyes, he was intelligent, deep, almost mystical. He had a presence that sucked her in. She idolized him, respected him, and in no time she fell completely under his spell. What started as a casual relationship quickly turned into a kind of obsession. She was wasn't just dating him, she was following him. The inner circle expands. But Jarno wasn't done. Over time, he pulled in more people. One of the names we know for sure is Mika Christian Riska, a 20-year-old guy who float in the same heavy metal subculture. Mika had his own problems, substance abuse, drifting through life, looking for something to cling to. And Jarno's dark charisma gave him exactly that.

Beyond Mika, there were two more. One was Lucas, the youngest at just 16 years old. Barely a kid, really, caught up in a world he probably didn't fully understand. And then, of course, there was Robert, age 23, the same Robert who would tragically become the victim at the... Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreeker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insert insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreaker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid

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under the dark shadow of Jarno. The group was unmistakable if you saw them on the street. They dressed in black, often in heavy metal shirts, with that distinctive brooding energy that screamed rebellion. They hung out on the fringes, drinking, using, listening to music that fed their darkness. And in the middle of it all, like a black sun pulling planets into orbit, was Jarno. Police turned their eyes on Jarno. Now, from the police perspective, the picture was becoming clearer. They had a body, Roberts, they had a lead on his social circle, and among that circle, Jarno practically glowed like a neon sign. So, investigators did what made the most sense. They got a search warrant and headed straight for his apartment.

Garno lived in one of the rougher parts of the city. When officers arrived, they didn't knock politely. They barged in, flipped the place upside down, and immediately started searching for signs of a struggle. At first glance, the place looked surprisingly normal. Sure, it wasn't sparkling clean, but it wasn't a disaster either. No overturned furniture, no obvious pools of blood, no chaos. It could have passed as any other young guy's apartment. But the decor told a different story. Skulls, plastic skeletons, inverted crosses, a copy of the Satanic Bible, the number 666 scribbled or carved in random spots, broken scissors, sharp weapons. It was like walking into a heavy metal album cover.

Creepy? Definitely. Illegal? Not exactly. But combined with the context, it was enough to make officers uneasy. What really unnerved them, though, wasn't the decor. It was Jarno himself. He wasn't panicked. He wasn't defensive. He wasn't even trying to deny anything. He was calm, relaxed even. At moments he was cracking jokes, laughing, like the whole situation was a comedy sketch. That reaction set off alarms instantly. Most guilty people at least pretend to be scared when police are tearing through their home. But not Jarno. He looked like a man who knew more than he was letting on. So they didn't wait.

They took him down to the station for questioning. Meanwhile, another team kept searching the apartment with a fine-tooth comb. And that's when they found what they were looking for. The hidden truth of the apartment. With luminal testing, the officers uncovered what the naked eye couldn't see. Blood. It wasn't just a small stain here and there. It was everywhere. The entryway, the hallway, the living room, under the carpet, in the corners, even splattered on the ceiling. The bathroom was the worst of all. This wasn't just a place where a fight happened. This was a slaughterhouse. By December 8, 1998, Jarno was officially arrested, and once he was sitting in that interrogation room, the mask came off. He confessed, openly, almost proudly, and disturbingly, he did it while laughing.

The confession begins. This is where the story turns from eerie to horrifying. Jarno explained his belief system to the police. He said that, yes, it began with Satanism, but he had adapted it to his own personal philosophy. In his world, there were no laws, no morals, no empathy. There were no You followed your impulses. You hurt if you want it to hurt. You killed if you want it to kill. And pain itself was to him a kind of spiritual cleansing, a catharsis. So in October of 1998, he decided to put this philosophy to the test. And the first victim wasn't a person. It was his dog. Now, this part is difficult to talk about. Some sources claim the dog annoyed him, barked too much, got on his nerves.

Others believe it was nothing more than an experiment. A way to test whether he would feel guilt. What we do know is chilling. Jarno tied the dog to a radiator. He beat it with a stick, slowly, making it suffer until it died. And when it was over, he felt nothing. No sadness, no guilt, no second thoughts, just emptiness. And that, to him, was proof.

proof that he could take the next step November 20th, 1998, The Fateful Night. On Friday... Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt.

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November 20th, Jarno gathered his circle, Terry, Mika, Lucas, and Robert. The plan was simple, the same as always, really. Drink, do drugs, listen to music, hang out, nothing out of the ordinary. They met at his apartment, then traveled together to the train station, and headed toward the town of Yervok. Once there, they stopped at a bar, drank heavily, then moved on to drugs. Eventually, the group split up. Some stayed behind in the town, while Jarno and the others, Terry, Mika, Lucas, and Robert headed back toward Jarno's apartment.

But on the way,