Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Horror Stories for Brave Souls 9 Hours

Episode Date: December 15, 2025

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Once upon a time in Almanza, a small town in Albacete, Spain, there was a woman named Rosa Gonzalves-Fito. She was born on January 5, 1954, and was known for her incredible ability to convince anyone of anything. People said she had a strong personality, almost like she could bend anyone to her will with her words. Rosa was a master of persuasion, skilled in the art of talking someone into believing almost anything, even if it meant making questionable promises. But here's the thing, Rosa wasn't just good with words, she tried. truly believed she had special powers. Over time, she grew more and more confident, convinced that her abilities were growing stronger with each passing day. Rosa's story began in Almanza, a small but bustling town of around 20,000 people, many of whom worked in the footwear industry.

Almanza was home to a major shoe factory, and a large portion of its population either worked there or had their own shoe stores. The shoe industry dominated the local economy, but besides this thriving industry, the town was also home to a large group of people who held strong superstitions. In the 1980s and 1990s, rural areas in Spain, like Almanza, saw a boom in the popularity of healers. Many people believed in individuals who claimed to possess divine gifts, gifts that allowed them to heal any illness or affliction. By the 1990s, Almanza alone had between 350 and 400 of these self-proclaimed healers. These were not people who worked normal jobs or had regular occupations. Instead, they made their living off their so-called gifts.

It was surprising how much money they made, especially considering that their practices involved healing methods that ranged from hand impositions to prayers, rituals with candles, and even fortune-telling. Some of these healers also crafted magical potions made from plants. This is when a man named Enrique from Valena entered the picture. Like many others, Enrique had worked at the shoe factory. However, one day, he discovered that he had a special gift of his own and decided to leave his factory job behind to fully dedicate himself to his newfound abilities. Things were going well for Enrique, and it wasn't long before Rosa, eager to learn, visited him.

Enrique told her that she too had a gift and began teaching her everything he knew. Under his guidance, Rosa became one of the most renowned healers in Almanza. Rosa adopted several different names as her reputation grew, the healer, the seer, the sister of light, and soon, she opened her own office at home. On the outside, everything appeared perfectly normal. Rosa was married to a shoemaker named Jesus Fernandez Pina, and together they had a lovely 11-year-old daughter named Rosita. Their neighbors saw them as an ordinary family, and by all accounts, Rosita was a charming and well-mannered girl who saw nothing unusual about her mother's work.

But by 1990, things began to take a darker turn. Rosa, now 36, had a gift for persuasion. She could convince anyone to believe whatever she wanted, but she was also known to be quite forceful. Her clients were often won over by her rhetoric and vague promises. And while her promises might have been questionable, Rosa truly believed that she had extraordinary powers. She was convinced that she could achieve great things, and with this belief, she continued to expand her influence. Rosa had no formal education. Her knowledge came solely from things she had read or heard about, mostly focusing on plants, which became her greatest passion.

She would gather various plants from the fields and use them to make concoctions that induce trances and hallucinations. These hallucinatory experiences, which she believed to be messages from God, made her feel more and more powerful. Over time, Rosa truly believed she was a very powerful being, and her self-confidence was contagious, so much so that her clients began to believe in her two. And this, in turn, helped her earn a great deal of money. Rosa's newfound wealth even allowed her husband, Jesus, to quit his job.

as a shoemaker and assist her in her rituals. Rosa would perform her ceremonies upstairs, while Hesu stayed downstairs, managing clients and keeping track of time. The family was doing well. They were able to pay their bills, care for their daughter, and enjoy the respect of their neighbors. But for Rosa, that wasn't enough. She wanted more.

She wanted to be the most famous, the most powerful, the most respected healer in Almanza. To achieve this, she decided to bring in her younger sister, Anamara. into the business. Anna Maria didn't do much, she mostly just sat in the corner, but her presence helped Rosa gain more fame. With Anna Maria's involvement, Rosa attracted more clients, and her business boomed. She also invited a friend and neighbor, Maria Angelus Rodriguez-Espanilla, to join. Maria Angelus was easily influenced and found Rosa's powers fascinating. At first, Maria Angeles felt calm and more at peace with herself, and things seemed normal. Maria Angelus had been

married to a man named Martine Toledo for years, and they had two children, Daniel and Mercedes, aged six and five. She loved her family deeply, but as she spent more time with Rosa, things at home started to change. There were rumors that Rosa and Maria Angelus had become lovers, which would later be crucial to the story. As they spent more time together, Maria Angelus became more distant from her husband. Martine grew increasingly frustrated with Rosa's influence over her, and at one point, he complained bitterly that Rosa had convinced Maria Angelus that her husband was possessed by evil spirits. Rosa's ambitions didn't stop there.

She thought that if she could get even more family members involved, she could increase her wealth even more. Maria Angelus had a sister named Mercedes, so Rosa asked her to join the team as well. With all four women working together, they could become incredibly successful. Then, on the evening of Thursday, September 13th, 1990, Mercedes arrived in Almanza from Vidalide.

She spent time with her sister, her brother-in-law, and her nephews, and on Saturday, September 15th, Rosa invited them all over for dinner. The official version of the evening's events was that the dinner passed without incident. The women ate, talked, and parted ways without any problems. However, some sources suggest that Anna Maria was also at the dinner and that, at some point during the evening, Rosa began to act strangely. She claimed that she wasn't feeling well, started speaking in strange words and exhibited erratic behavior. The four women then headed to Maria Angelus House, where they made infusions using a plant called belladonna, which is known for its hallucinogenic

properties. Beladonna, or deadly nightshade, contains scopolamine, the active ingredient in Burundanga, a substance that causes a state of mental paralysis, making the user highly suggestible. It can also cause memory loss and confusion. The four women consumed the belladonna, and soon, the situation began to spiral out of control. In one version of events, Rosa and Maria Angelus became lovers during this time, and soon after, Mercedes and Anna Maria were convinced to join in. The four women believed they were more than just friends, they thought of themselves as something more.

After the ritual and more hallucinogenic experiences, the women started to engage in increasingly bizarre and violent behavior. The details of this night are murky, with some sources suggesting they began breaking furniture, defecating, vomiting, and even having violent outbursts. Rosa then believed that Mercedes had been possessed, and in an attempt to rid her of the evil spirit, she performed a series of rituals and forced Mercedes and her children to vomit in order to purge them.

Martine, Mercedes husband, became worried when he couldn't reach his wife and children, so he went to Rosa's house. There, he found a disturbing scene, and Rosa's behavior became even more erratic. What followed was a night of escalating violence and madness that would eventually result in the brutal murder of Rosa's daughter, Rosita. To make a long story short, after a night of madness fueled by drugs, delusions, and manipulation, Rosa, Maria Angelus, and Mercedes went so far as to sacrifice Rosita, believing that they were ridding her of evil spirits. They carried out horrific acts of violence on the

young girl's body, causing her unimaginable suffering. When the police arrived, it was already too late. Rosa and Maria Angelus were arrested, and Mercedes was taken into custody as well. The trial that followed was broadcast on television, and it became a media spectacle. There were many conflicting versions of what had happened, and even today, it's difficult to know what to believe. Rosa and Maria Angelus both claimed to have no memory of the events, while Mercedes had vivid recollections. The three women were eventually declared not guilty, but they were sent to a psychiatric

hospital for a time. After their release, they went their separate ways. Rosa gave an interview about the case but expressed discomfort with the attention. attention. The three women were never allowed to return to Omanza, as the townspeople had made it clear that they would face severe consequences if they did. And so, the story of Rosa, the healer-turned-mur, remains a chilling in complex mystery, one that still haunts those who know the truth. We begin, Christmas Eve 1945 was supposed to be the best for the Soder family. The war had ended, and John, the eldest son of the couple, would finally return home. In the family

residence, the aroma of baked fish could be felt, mixed with the smell of sweet still on the living room table. Laughter could be heard, life could be felt everywhere. Marian, the eldest daughter, that Christmas had been working at a toy store and had brought home three dolls for her three little sisters. Martha, 12 years old, Jenny, eight, and Betty, five. The little ones went completely crazy with it, they were so excited that when at 10 p.m. their mother asked them to go to bed, they begged her to let them stay up a little longer. It was a special night, so Jenny Soder did not deny them. Her husband and their two eldest sons, John, 23, and George Jr., 16, were already asleep, so she could not ask them to stay with the little ones. Thus, she left 14-year-old Maurice and

nine-year-old Lewis responsible. She asked them to do a couple of things before going to bed, feed the cows and chickens, draw the curtains, turn off the lights, and lock the front door. After reminding them several times, she grabbed little two-year-old Sylvia by the arm, went upstairs, tucked her into her bed, and then did exactly the same. The shrill sound of the phone woke her at 12.30 a.m. She rushed down the stairs thinking it must be an emergency, but when she picked up the phone, she realized there was something strange on the other end of the line. It was a woman whose voice she didn't recognize, asking for someone whose name was also unfamiliar.

Judging by the background sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and music, she assumed the woman was at a party and had dialed the wrong number. Very kindly, she said the following, I'm sorry, but no one with that name lives here, but instead of apologizing, the woman burst out laughing. It was the loudest and eeriest laughter she had ever heard, so by reflex, she hung up the phone. and went back to bed. While doing so, she noticed that the living room lights were still on and that the curtains weren't drawn. Marian was asleep on the sofa, so she assumed the others had gone up to their rooms in the attic and left their elder sister in charge. Not wanting to wake her, she simply turned off the lights, closed the curtains, and checked if the front door was locked, but it wasn't. So she took the key, locked the door properly, and went back to bed.

At 1 a.m., Jenny woke again to the sound of a heavy object falling to the floor upstairs. She thought one of the children had gotten up and accidentally knocked something over, so she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. However, half an hour later she jumped out of bed, overwhelmed by the smell of smoke. Running into the hallway, she realized the entire house was on fire. She hurriedly woke her husband and their two eldest sons, grabbed Sylvia, and together they ran to the living room, woke Marion, and escaped, thinking the other children had already fled. But once outside, the children were not there. They called their names

again and again but received no response. They couldn't go upstairs to look for them because the staircase was engulfed in flames, it would have been suicide. Marion tried to grab the phone and call for help, but the phone didn't work. So she had to run to a neighbor's house and call the fire department from there. Guess what? No one answered. A driver passing by on a nearby road also called the fire department but got no response either. George ran to the back of the house where they usually kept a long ladder, but it was missing. So he climbed the wall barefoot and broke an attic window, cutting his arm in the process. When all his efforts proved useless, he ran down the road looking for one of the trucks they used for work, thinking that because of

its height, he could use it to climb to the attic and rescue the little ones. Unfortunately, when he tried to start one truck, it didn't work. When he tried the other, it didn't work either, something strange because the day before both had been working perfectly. Frustrated, the survivors had to watch with tears in their eyes as their house burned down to ashes over 45 minutes, assuming that the five little ones had lost their lives with no one able to save them. The Soder family was one of the most beloved in Fayetteville, West Virginia, a family composed of 12 members.

George and Jenny Soder and their ten children. Their story was like that of so many other Fayetteville families. They were Italian immigrants. George Soder was born in Tula in 1895 as Georgi Osadu. He emigrated to the United States at the age of 13 with an older brother and struggled to find a place in the land of opportunity. First, he found work in the Pennsylvania railroads, transporting water and supplies to the workers. A few years later, he got a job as a truck driver in Smithers, West Virginia, and eventually fulfilled his dream of founding his own trucking company.

Jenny Sipriani, on the other hand, didn't have as remarkable a life story as George. All that is known is that she emigrated to the United States with her family as a young girl and met George when they were teenagers. After getting married, the newlyweds sought a place to live. Like many couples at the time, they wanted a large family. After much searching, they found a beautiful two-story wooden house in Fayetteville, a city with a large Italian immigrant population, something that made them feel at home. So they didn't think twice and bought the property.

In 1923, their first son, John, was born, and in 1943 their last child, Sylvia. Georgia's business gradually prospered, and by the time Sylvia was born, the Soters had become one of the most respected middle-class families in the community. However, despite being well-loved, they were not exactly known for their discretion, as they had no qualms about publicly expressing their opinions on very controversial topics. The father had strong opinions and didn't hesitate to start arguments with anyone who disagreed with his worldview. He was openly against dictator Benito Mussolini. In 1939, when World War II broke out, their eldest son, John, was drafted into the army.

These were hard years for the family. Everything would end for them on April 28, 1945, when Benito Mussolini, in a vain attempt to flee Italy, was captured by the resistance along with his lover and other fascist leaders. They were executed and their bodies hung from the ceiling of a gas station in Loretto Square, where they were subjected to all kinds of humiliation. Do you think George's criticisms ended there? Not even the dictator's death could keep his mouth shut. He publicly mocked Mussolini's cruel fate and expressed pride in his people for defiling the dictator's corpse.

George's attitude gradually earned him enemies, some silent, others not so much. In October 1945, a life insurance salesman knocked on the Soder's door. Jenny answered and kindly invited him in, but George immediately disliked him and practically threw him out. However, before leaving, the man warned the family with these words, your house will go up in smoke, and your children will be destroyed. You will pay for the dirty remarks you have been making about Mussolini. A week later, another stranger showed up at the Soder home, apparently looking for work. After chatting for a while with George, he wandered to the back of the house and said, these fuse boxes will cause a fire someday.

George was perplexed by the statement. Just a month earlier, the electrical installation had been inspected and deemed safe by the local power company. Gradually, strange things began happening around the Soder family. The older children constantly saw a black car watching the little ones. But these were small details, details that were not connected until it was too late. The night of December 24, 1945, turned into hell for the soders. What began as a perfect family night became the most devastating fire in the city's history. Due to wartime manpower shortages, the fire department didn't respond to calls until 8 a.m., by then, it was too late. At 7 a.m., fire chief F.J. Morris informed the soders that no human remains

had been found among the ashes. Thus, it was very likely that the children had not died in the fire. Sadly, the report he wrote did not say that. It stated that the condition of the structure suggested the fire had been hot enough to completely burn the five children's bodies. Given that the house was made of wood, it's not surprising it was reduced to ashes in just 45 minutes. But in such a short time, human remains do not completely vanish, it would require exposure to extremely high temperatures for a long period. This made the story increasingly surreal. The fire chief told George Soder not to touch the ruins that they needed to be preserved for investigation. This would make sense, if it weren't for the fact that no

firefighters, no investigators, and no police officers visited the Soda property during the next four days. Their house, instead of being studied, became a monument to misfortune and desolation. To be continued. Their house, instead of being the subject of study, had become a monument to, misfortune and desolation, a monument that was slowly being lost to oblivion, under layers and layers of snow. Thus, Josh and his wife decided to clear, more than a meter and a half of soil, with the idea of turning those remains into a memorial garden for the lost children, so that everyone who looked at the house could remember the little ones with love. 24 hours later, a hearing was held before the judge, and through the reading of the documents that

remain, we can see that something truly murky was happening, that there was something very sinister surrounding, the fire at the Sada House. However, I will mention only a couple of points that I am convinced will raise suspicion. The first point is that among the experts, who testified before the judge was a local forensic doctor, who not only stated that the children's bodies could have been cremated by the fire, but also that the fire had clearly been caused, by defective wiring, the same wiring that, let us remember, had previously been inspected. And again, let us remember that human bones must be exposed to extremely high temperatures, to be reduced to ash. Specifically, they must be exposed to 1,670 degrees Celsius for two hours,

much more heat in time, than could have occurred in that fire. And the second point I want to highlight, is that among the jury was an insurance salesman, who months earlier had threatened George Sauter. With the following words, your house will go up in smoke and your children will be destroyed, because of comments Sotter had made about Mussolini. After this hearing, the entire community, agreed to consider the fire a tragic accident, and death certificates for the children, were issued on December 30th. The symbolic burial was held on January 2nd, 1946, but the Sotter couple did not attend. According to the official version, they were too grief-stricken to be present.

However, another account suggests, they could not believe it, that they did not believe the official version, that they did not believe the fire department, that they did not believe the police. It suggests that they were convinced not only, that the fire had been said intentionally, but that their little ones were still alive. They questioned all the findings, related to the fire. They wondered why, if it had been caused. by an electrical problem, the Christmas lights had remained on during the early stages of the fire. Thus, they began their own investigation. And that is how they found the long ladder that had disappeared that night, and do you know where it was?

In an empty field located 23 meters away. Afterward, they contacted a telephone technician, who told them that the house's phone line had not been burned during the fire, someone had cut it that very night. Someone climbed a 4.3 meter pole, and reached out to cut a 61-centimeter section. Someone had cut the Sauter family's phone line. And most shocking of all, thanks to this discovery, testimonies began to emerge. Multiple people said they had seen a man, not only cutting the phone line, but also robbing the Sauter House, as the fire was beginning. The supposed thief was arrested immediately.

He not only confessed to robbing the Sauter House. and cutting the line, but denied having any involvement, with the fire itself. Thus, the police fined him, and released him. Jennifer Sauter never believed, the fire chief's version of events. She herself compared documents from their case, to an article that appeared in a newspaper, about another fire that killed, seven members of a family. According to the article, the skeletal remains of all the victims, had been recovered. So Jennifer conducted her own experiments, burning animal bones for hours, and none of them were

completely incinerated. In fact, they barely charred. She then contacted a local crematory worker, who told her that human bones, remain even after burning at 1,090 degrees Celsius for two hours, much higher and longer, than anything that could have happened, in the solderhouse fire. Meanwhile, George investigated why the family's trucks wouldn't start that night, and concluded that someone had sabotaged them. He even considered the idea that the phone call Jennifer received that night, was connected to the fire. However, local investigators contacted the woman, and she claimed she had simply dialed the wrong number. In 1946, the Sodders kept caring, for that beautiful garden, the memorial garden of the lost children, but they were not resigned to public opinion.

They continued with hope and strength, to keep fighting. That same year, new evidence began to support, the theory that the fire was intentionally set. A bus driver who had passed along, the Fayetteville Road that night, contacted the sodders to tell them he had seen people throwing fireballs at their house. But why did no investigator find any evidence of this? Why was the case never properly investigated? A few months later, when the snow melted, little Sylvia innocently found a strange object, on the property where the house once stood.

She found a strange, greenish, very resistant oval object. It was then that George and his son John remembered Jennifer's testimony, that just before the fire broke out, she had heard a heavy object hit, the upstairs floor. Thus, they concluded that the object was not a ball, it was in two Malawi in Quachas' hand granade, better known as a pineapple grenade, an incendiary device used in combat at that time. From here, more witnesses emerged, witnesses who swore they saw the children alive, before and after the fire. Several people watching the fire from the road said they saw the children, inside a car,

and a waitress claimed that the next morning, she served them breakfast at a rest stop, between Fayetteville and Charleston. She added that they were traveling, in a car with Florida license plates. From there, chaos erupted. The Sotter family hired a private investigator, who constantly found leads, that always led to dead ends. It was said that the fire chief, was friends with the insurance agent, and that this friendship influenced, the report he later wrote. It was also said that the fire chief, found a heart at the scene, and instead of turning it in,

placed it in a metal box and buried it. This story, although true, revealed that the heart. was actually a cow's liver, untouched by fire. Thus, it was another false lead, created to make the Sotters, stop searching. The situation was so confusing that George Sotter had to investigate on his own. He searched newspapers, looking for photos, of children resembling his own, and drove for hours to meet false witnesses. Once, he found an article, about a young ballerina who looked so much like Betty, that he

jumped in his truck and drove straight to New York, but the girl's parents, thinking him insane, refused to let him see her. George wrote again and again to the FBI, but they refused to help him, stating that it was a local matter, outside their jurisdiction. Afterward, he again begged the Fayetteville police for help, but they refused, claiming the case was closed. In August 1949, George managed to persuade, Oscar Hunter, a pathologist from Washington, D.C., to search through the house remains. Among other things, they found human vertebrae, which were sent to Marshall T. Newman,

an expert from the Smithsonian Institution. He concluded that these were lumbar vertebrae, from a person who, at the time of death, was between 16 and 22 years old. Moreover, the bones showed no signs of having been exposed to fire. It was considered very strange that only a few vertebrae were found,

if the children had died in the fire, their entire skeletons should have been preserved. Also, none of the missing Sauter children matched the age of the bones. The oldest was 14. Further investigation revealed that the bones belonged to a body, taken from a nearby cemetery. Someone had gone to great lengths, to make the Sotters believe, their children were dead. The Sotter's investigation attracted national attention. Everyone talked about them. Thus, the West Virginia legislature held two hearings on the case in 1950.

However, it was deemed lost and closed at the state level. The Sotters did not give up. They distributed flyers with photos of the five missing children, offering a $5,000 reward, for any information or proof that their children were still alive, a reward that increased over time. In 1952, they built a huge billboard, on the site where their house once stood. Then a new witness came forward, Eda C-A-T-V, who ran a hotel in Charleston, at the time of the children's disappearance. In a statement to the press, she said, I don't remember the exact date, but around midnight the children were at the hotel reception, with two men and two women, all appearing to

be of Italian descent. When I tried to speak to the children, one of the men glared at me, turned around, and began speaking rapidly in Italian. Immediately, though, the The whole group stopped talking to me. They left the hotel early the next morning. George Soder never gave up. He searched everywhere for the smallest lead, about the whereabouts of his beloved children. One woman claimed Martha was in a convent, and a bar owner said Maurice and Lewis were living in Texas.

Every new lead, every new detail, drove George deeper into madness. he confronted a relative of his wife, living in Florida who had five children, the same ages as his own, demanding proof that they were really his. And then came 1967, the year the Sauters received a letter, with no return address, postmarked Central City, Kentucky. Inside was a photo of a young man about 30 years old, strongly resembling Lewis, who would have been that same age. On the back of the photo was a message. Thus, the Sauters hired a detective, to travel to central city, and find the true sender. But after departing, the detective vanished. So the family posted the photo, on the billboard, hoping someone would recognize him.

But no one ever contacted them again. It seemed the world had forgotten, the Sauter children. George Sotter died in 1969, and Jenny in 1989. But after their deaths, their children and grandchildren, continued the search. Millions of theories have been generated about this case, that it was a neighborhood conspiracy, that the Italian mafia was involved. But now it's your turn, do you believe they died in the fire, or were they really kidnapped? End. In the early hours of January 1st, 1804, a significant event occurred in London that would soon captivate the public's imagination. It all began when a local watchman, feeling frustrated and unsettled, entered the Black Lion pub, seeking solace.

After ordering a beer to calm his nerves, he proceeded to tell the gathered patrons about a strange, terrifying encounter that had recently occurred in the area. As he recounted his unsettling experience, the mood in the pub quickly turned from casual conversation to deep concern, with everyone growing increasingly agitated by the news. The watchman's account sparked an urgent response from the local community. As the conversation developed,

they all agreed that something needed to be done about the eerie happenings in the area. They decided to form a neighborhood patrol to investigate the mystery further. Little did they know, this decision would eventually lead to a terrifying sequence of events. On the night in question, London was cloaked in darkness. The city was quiet, and the cold winter air added to the eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. In the aftermath, a man was arrested and accused of murder. During the trial, however, he claimed he had only fired the shot because he had mistaken his victim for a ghost, the notorious ghost of Hammersmith.

The story of the Hammersmith ghost has intrigued many over the years. But was it true? Did this spectre really haunt the streets of Hammersmith? To uncover the truth, we must dive deeper into the history of the area and the events surrounding the mysterious ghost. Hammersmith, at the time, was a small district situated by the River Thames in London. In the early 1800s, it was a relatively quiet place, barely noticeable on the map. With only a few inhabitants, it sat at the crossroads between the

city in the countryside, connecting urban and rural life. For many years, the area was largely overlooked, and its quiet streets remained uneventful. But by the beginning of the 19th century, things began to change. Several families started purchasing land in the area, building homes, and gradually transforming the once-desolate space into a more populated neighborhood. It was around this time that rumors started to spread. According to some locals, there was something strange happening near the Hammersmith Cemetery, also known as Mark's grave. Whispers of ghost sightings became more common, with people reporting strange shadows, eerie mists, and the sound of wailing spirits. Such stories were not uncommon in those days, but this particular ghost tale took

on a more serious tone. By November of 1803, reports began to surface that a tall, thin specter wrapped in a white shroud had been spotted wandering the streets of Hammersmith, particularly around Black Lion Lane. There were three primary versions of the ghost's appearance. One description claimed the ghost was a skeletal figure draped in a shroud. Another described it as a vague, misty shape, wrapped in a white fog. The third version, however, was far more terrifying, the ghost was said to resemble a monstrous creature, wearing the hide of a calf with horns and large glassy eyes. Those who claimed to have seen this terrifying apparition were convinced, that its appearance was so horrific that simply witnessing it could cause a person to die

from fright. As the rumors spread, more and more people began to talk about the sightings, and the eerie occurrences in the area grew more frequent. The local residents decided to take matters into their own hands. They began to investigate the situation further, seeking answers from the church and local authorities. Eventually, they reached a chilling conclusion, the ghost, they believed, was once a living person, a man who had tragically taken his own life in 1802. Different accounts emerged about how this man had died, some claimed he had hanged himself, while others stated he had slit his own throat.

Regardless of the method, it was believed that the man had been buried in the cemetery, which was forbidden at the time. Tradition held that those who took their own lives should not be buried in consecrated ground, as it was believed that their souls would never find peace. As a result, it was thought that this man's restless spirit, haunted the area, unable to find rest due to his improper burial. At first, the sightings were limited to eerie shadows, strange lights, and the occasional sound of ghostly moans. But things soon escalated. The ghost began to physically attack people, and reports of these

encounters began to make headlines. One of the most notable incidents occurred on the night of December 15, 1803, when Thomas Grom, an assistant brewer, was walking home with a colleague. They were casually chatting when, as they passed by the Hammersmith Cemetery, the atmosphere grew unervingly tense. Suddenly, Thomas was attacked by an invisible force that gripped him by the neck with such strength that it nearly strangled him. Despite the darkness, his companion could not see what was happening, but he could see Thomas flailing against the unseen attacker, desperately trying to break free.

A similar occurrence took place when a coach driver experienced a frightening encounter with the ghost. As he was driving through the quiet streets, he heard a strange. When he turned to investigate, he saw what appeared to be the ghost. Terrified, the driver jumped from the carriage and ran for help. By the time he returned, the ropes of the horses had been mysteriously severed. The attacks continued, with the ghost reportedly targeting women, particularly those who had to walk the streets alone at night.

In one incident, a pregnant woman was allegedly attacked by the ghost while walking past the cemetery. She was so violently embraced that she lost consciousness and, tragically, died a few days later from blood loss. As the fear spread, the local population became more and more anxious. The night watchmen, who were tasked with maintaining order in the absence of a formal police force, began patrolling the streets more frequently. On December 29, 1803, a man named William Gedler, who worked as a night watchman, set out on his rounds, hoping to catch the elusive ghost. Armed with a weapon and a lantern, he searched the streets in silence,

but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, as he approached Burroughs, Lynn Street, he saw something that caught his attention, a tall, thin figure draped in a white shroud. Gedler demanded that the figure stop, but the ghost ignored him and began to run. Gedler gave chase, but as the figure stumbled, it struggled with the shroud, eventually discarding it. As it disappeared into the darkness, Gedler realized the truth, the so-called ghost, was nothing more than a man in a disguise, attempting to deceive the locals. Furious and embarrassed, Gedler returned to the Black Lion pub to vent his frustration. Over a few beers, he told the other patrons what had happened, describing the ghostly figure

and how the man had discarded his shroud. The other men in the pub were equally enraged, and they decided to take matters into their own hands. Together, they formed a neighborhood patrol, with plans to hunt down and confront the supposed ghost. Their mission was clear, they would capture the ghost, and if it resisted, they would not hesitate to use force. Just days later, on January 3, 1804, Francis Smith, a 29-year-old local,

was eager to prove his bravery. Known for being kind and helpful, Smith had the reputation of being a well-liked member of the community. But on this particular night, he was determined to confront the ghost. After a few drinks at the Black Lion, Smith set out on his own, armed with a gun and filled with nervous excitement. He walked the streets, scanning the shadows, waiting for any sign of the specter. Around 11 p.m., Smith encountered a figure dressed in white, walking down the street.

Unable to recognize the person and fearing it was the ghost, Smith shouted at them to stop. When the figure failed to respond, Smith, panicking, threatened to shoot. Despite his warning, the figure did not comply, and in his frantic state, Smith pulled the trigger. The figure fell to the ground. But when Smith approached the body, he realized that it was not the ghost but a real person, Thomas Millwood, a local bricklayer, who had been wearing his work clothes. In shock, Smith rushed to check the man's pulse, but it was too late. Thomas Millwood had been shot and killed.

When Smith realized what he had done, he fled the scene, but not before encountering two of his neighbors, who advised him to go home. However, the damage had already been done. Smith had committed murder, and the news of his crime quickly spread. When Millwood's body was discovered, it was taken to the Black Lion pub, where a local surgeon, Dr. Flowers, performed an autopsy. The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the lower left jaw, which had pierced the spinal cord. The surgeon concluded that this was not an accidental shooting but a deliberate act of murder.

The trial of Francis Smith began on January 13, 1804, just ten days after the death of Thomas Millwood. The prosecution argued that Smith had killed Millwood deliberately, fueled by fear and alcohol. The defense, however, attempted to shift the blame on to Millwood, suggesting that he had been warned about his clothing and should have known better. They argued that Millwood had been responsible for his own death by not heeding the warnings to avoid wearing white at night. After deliberation, the jury found Smith guilty of murder, and he was sentenced to hang. However, following a petition from the judge, King George III commuted his sentence to one year of hard labor. Despite the trial's conclusion, the mystery of the Hammersmith Ghost did not end. Many people continued to claim that the ghosts still haunted the area, but the sightings decreased,

and eventually, the stories of the Hammersmith Ghost faded into history. To this day, the tale remains one of the most infamous ghost stories in London's history. So, what was the truth behind the Hammersmith Ghost? Was it a real, supernatural entity, or was it simply a case of mistaken identity in mass hysteria? The truth is likely a combination of both. It seems that the fear of the unknown, combined with the power of suggestion, led many to believe in the ghost's existence. But in the end, it was the human tendency to seek explanations in the face of the unknown that

brought the ghost story to its tragic conclusion. the trial and the tragic end of Thomas Millwood, the story of the Hammersmith Ghost faded from the headlines, but its legacy continued to stir the imaginations of Londoners and ghost enthusiasts for years to come. The events surrounding the shooting and the subsequent trial highlighted the vulnerability of human judgment when fear and superstition cloud rational thought. Many believed that the Hammersmith Ghost was a figment of mass hysteria, a collective delusion that grew out of a combination of chilling rumors, eerie happenings, and perhaps the psychological effects of a tense, rapidly changing society.

Though the sighting of the ghost itself dwindled after Millwood's death, the area of Hammersmith remained linked with stories of supernatural encounters. Local folklore and urban legends continued to embellish the details of the ghost's appearance, adding new layers to the already murky tale. Some swore that the figure was not merely a man dressed in white, but a vengeful spirit trapped between worlds. Others pointed to the fact that Millwood's death was, in part, the culmination of a larger, darker pattern of violence in the area, a form of punishment from a restless spirit, seeking retribution for a wrongful death. Years later, in 1824, an anonymous pamphlet was published that detailed the events of the Ghost's alleged appearances, the formation of the neighborhood patrol, and the shooting of Thomas Millwood. This pamphlet became part of the growing archive of ghost stories that circulated in the popular press, further solidifying the Hammersmith Ghost

as a piece of London's dark folklore. The haunting image of a man in white, once the source of so much fear, became, over time, a symbol of the eerie, uncertain relationship between, between the living and the dead. Many who came after the events in Hammersmith took the ghost's appearance as a metaphor for the changing times, when the boundaries between the physical and supernatural seemed to blur more easily than ever. London, during this period, was undergoing rapid urbanization, with the Industrial Revolution making profound changes to its landscape and social fabric.

It was a time of tension and transformation, and the appearance of the ghost, real or imagined, could be seen as a reflection of the fears and uncertainties that came with such upheaval. Interestingly, in the years following Millwood's death, similar reports of ghosts in other parts of London began to surface, though none as dramatic or as tragic as the Hammersmith case. Some of these later reports, however, were also tied to individuals wearing strange or unsettling costumes, often dark and foreboding, which could easily be mistaken for spectral figures in the Misty Streets. The echoes of the Hammersmith Ghost, therefore, lived on not only in the specific events of

1804, but in a broader, societal obsession with the supernatural that found new outlets through the burgeoning print media. Despite the fading interest in the Hammersmith ghost itself, the incident did lead to significant changes in how people viewed and dealt with ghosts in general. In the wake of the tragedy, some Londoners became more skeptical of ghost stories, while others were inspired to search for concrete evidence of the supernatural. In the decades that followed, the field of spiritualism grew in prominence, with individuals claiming to communicate with the dead and hold seances. Ghost stories like the Hammersmith Haunting helped set the stage

for the spiritualist movements that would captivate Victorian England. The Hammersmith Ghost also left its mark on popular culture. Over the years, its legend was retold in various forms, from stage plays to novels, shaping how future generations viewed London's supernatural history. The Black Lion pub, where the neighborhood patrol had first gathered to discuss the ghost, eventually became a focal point of ghost tours in the area. It remained a popular place for tourists and locals alike, with many visitors claiming to have felt a strange chill in the air as they passed by, recalling the dark chapter in the area's history.

Today, the Hammersmith Ghost remains a key part of London's folklore, a reminder of the power of fear, superstition, and the dangers of jumping to conclusions in moments of panic. Its tragic ending underscores the human tendency to act on impulse when confronted with the unknown, while also highlighting the role of community in both fostering and dispelling such legends. Whether real or imagined, the Hammersmith Ghost still lingers in the collective memory, casting a spectral shadow over the streets of Hammersmith and ensuring that the tale will never be forgotten. The story serves as a haunting lesson in the ways in which the line between reality and the supernatural can blur, and how fear, fueled by uncertainty, rumor, and suggestion, can lead to devastating consequences. Despite the passage of time, the echoes of the Hammersmith Ghost still resonate in the dark corners of London's most mysterious and historically rich neighborhoods. We begin in 196C, the city of

Mercia. In Spain was the tragic scene of mysterious deaths. The, for youngest children of a very, large and humble family died, one after the other, in order of age, from the youngest to the oldest. Initially, panic spread in, the neighborhood, thinking it could, be a serious, highly contagious disease. No one wanted, to mix with that family, thinking that just by breathing the same oxygen as them, they would fall prey to the terrible disease that would slowly, end their lives. However, when, toxic traces were discovered in the bodies, of the children, the collective hysteria, turned into absolute hatred. To tell this story, we must first place ourselves in the Spain of 1965. At that time, in this country, we were still

under the yoke of fascism. However, the opening to, the outside world brought with it a spectacular, economic development. Cities began to develop and the standard of, living improved considerably, completely transforming the country. However, despite these improvements, many, families still hovered near the poverty line, and that was the case of the Martinez del Aguilla family. The Martinez del Aguilla were a very large working class family. who lived in a charitable flat in the Carmen neighborhood, specifically on the ground floor, of a building on Carille de la Ferala. The father, Andres, worked in construction with his eldest son, Jose, Antonio, aged 16.

The second son, Manuel, aged 14, worked as, a panel beater, and the third, aged 12, had multiple jobs. She took care of, her younger siblings, did all, the housework, and in her spare time, polished metals. Luckily for, this third task, she occasionally received help from some siblings, Jesus, aged 10, Christina, 8, and Manuela, 6. But the youngest in the house did, nothing, basically because they were not, old enough to lend a hand. At this point, many of you will ask, where the mother of these children was. You may wonder how a mother could allow all her little ones to work,

so much and not even go to, school. Well, the mother of these children was, named Antonia Perez, and six months, pregnant, she cooked the family meals and, then went to work on the street. I have not been able to discover what her job was, but we could say that she was an, absent mother. So little Pieda, had to act as both older sister and, mother at the same time, completely forgetting, about being a little girl. But, that was life in those times, and, one way or another, the little, Martinez del Aguilla children had to, be grateful. They had to be thankful, for what they had, since previously, the family had lived in a shantytown, enduring cold, hunger, and, struggling to make ends meet.

They still had financial problems, but overall, they were much better off. So none of them could have imagined, that tragedy was about to change. their lives forever. On December 4, 1965, the youngest of the family, Maria del Carmen, nine months old, mysteriously died. Quickly, upon finding the little one, cold and her skin full of bruises, Antonia Perez called the doctor. After a brief evaluation, he diagnosed death by meningitis. The death of the little one did not, surprise anyone, as five years earlier, they had lost another baby due to, the same disease. However, just, five days later, the next child, Mariano, aged two, would die. Again, when Antonia called, the doctor, he diagnosed

the same cause of death, meningitis. But when, five days later, Fuen Santa, aged four, died, the doctor could no longer believe it. Three deaths in such a short time, could no longer be a simple illness. So he did not even sign the death certificate. He examined the last body and, hinted that it could be a highly contagious unknown disease. After that, he secretly went to, the courthouse and the health, headquarters to report what was happening. The next day, specifically, on December 15, 1965, the newspaper Law Verdad published, The Terrible News, hinting that it could be a strange disease. Fear of contagion spread, like wildfire, and rumors broke out that a strange deadly virus was killing all the, children of the same family. Everyone began to shun,

the Martinez del Aguilla family. The collective hysteria was such, that multiple newspapers decided to continue covering the story, publishing the image of the three, children on the front page, thus alerting the authorities. Just 24 hours after, the news was published, the entire family was admitted to the provincial hospital of Mercia, where they were quarantined and examined by multiple infectious disease, specialists. Initially, it was thought that a strange condition or a food intolerance was, killing the youngest. But upon, finding nothing unusual in their bodies, they were discharged so they could spend Christmas at home. But not, before offering a treatment to boost the immune systems of all the children in the Martinez

Delagila neighborhood, as prevention is better than cure. Unfortunately, the happiness would not last long. On January 4, 1966, Little Andres, aged 4, began to have a fever, fainting, and severe convulsions. skin, began to develop red spots, which gradually turned into, bruises, and in less than half an hour, his heart stopped beating. So the newspapers once again, reported the story. The health authorities ordered that the bodies of the four little ones be sent directly to the National Health Institute in Madrid. But no virus could be detected there. So the samples were sent, to the toxicology institute. But they, were not enough.

So, it was ordered that the, bodies of the four little ones, be exhumed entirely and sent, to the forensic lab. The test results left no room for doubt, the four little ones had been, poisoned. The bodies contained dichloridifenyl trichloroethane and potassium cyanide. So the University of Mercia exposed 21 guinea pigs, to this mixture to determine if it was, truly deadly, and indeed, all. The animals died in terrible agony. It was unknown whether the children had been poisoned accidentally, or if someone had poisoned them, intentionally. However, according to, investigators, at that moment, what mattered was not that, but saving the remaining living children. Since there was a killer in that family, the rest of the children, could be in danger.

So the, information was given to the Criminal Investigation Unit, who took the parents of all the children, into pretrial detention, accusing them of infanticide. On January 14, 1966, the authorities took action. Antonia Perez, mother of the children, was held in the maternity ward, of the San Juan deos hospital, as her pregnancy meant she, could not be sent directly to, prison. Andres, the father, was, sent directly to the L. Palmer, psychiatric center, along with his, two oldest sons, so all of them, could undergo psychological evaluations. Some versions suggest that the daughters stayed with the mother and the sons, with the father. Although that, wouldn't make much sense, if the parents killed the children, how could the justice system allow them, to keep the others?

But I won't, question it, because justice in, those times was not like it is now. In any case, in the eyes of the, press, the family separations. clearly showed that one of the parents was the killer. This news turned all of Spain upside down. The case filled countless pages. In those times of censorship, reporters from all over lined up to interview the poor children, and continue writing articles, with their testimonies. But we are only interested in, one article from ABC, written by Francisco Umbril. In it appears the direct, conversation the journalist had, with one of the, the children, Manuela, aged six. The little girl, noticing that, the photographer accompanying

the, reporter wouldn't stop taking her picture, protested with a clear expression of terror, you're taking my photo because you know, I'll be the next to die. Of course, now that I'm the youngest, it's my turn to die first. Francisco Umbrel tried to cheer, her up, telling her she wouldn't die, that the truth would soon come out. However, something about the scene, was disturbing. Next to Manuela, stood Pieda, the older sister, with an expressionless face, as if none of it had anything to do, with her, as if there were no emotional connection between them, as if none of her siblings had really died. So the journalist didn't hesitate, to write the following, her vibrant indifference is shocking. She has seen her little siblings, dead,

she has witnessed grief, near her, yet she laughs, eats peppers, unbothered. Others have cried already for the lost ones, and it's chilling to see, someone who shows no fear that, they will cry for her too, that was when the spotlight, fell on her. P.A. Dodd had been the last, to see the little ones alive. She explained it coldly, as if it didn't matter. She even took the liberty, of repeating few in Santa's last words, almost mockingly, P.A. God, come quickly, I'm dying. The police, until that moment, hadn't considered that Piedod, cared for the little ones, 24 hours a day. They hadn't, even thought that she was the one who bathed them, dressed them, even fed them. But if Piedad, was the real killer, if she,

had the cold mind to kill, her siblings, stopping her, would not be so easy. The authorities didn't want, to draw attention. They didn't want, the public. to find out that the supposed killer was a 12-year-old girl. And if they wanted everything, to go well, little Pieda, dot, could not find out. She couldn't even suspect, she was the main suspect. So one day, an inspector, kindly invited her for a drink, at a bar. Supposedly, he wanted to ask her a few questions, about her parents' relationship with, her siblings. But he didn't want her, to feel uncomfortable, so he took her to a bar with a relaxed atmosphere. The place was packed. Dozens of people gathered around, small tables, sharing words, laughter. So the little

girl soon relaxed, and showed her true self. That's when the inspector faked a poisoning attempt. He grabbed a chloride ball, and pretended he was about to, drop it in Piedaud's milk. She, in a reflex action, pushed the glass away and, with a clear expression of horror, warned the officer how dangerous, that pill was, don't do that, you could, really hurt someone. That's when the man began, asking her questions, which didn't please the little girl. Her eyes spoke for themselves. And then P.A. Dodd said the following words, I was the one who killed the four, the first three on my mother's orders, and the fourth I killed, on my own impulse. Little by little, she explained how she had killed them all. She made balls with pills, used to polish metals and rat poison, then put them in her siblings, milk so they would die, slowly and painfully without realizing it. Pieda Dodd was fully aware of what she was doing.

She was perfectly, aware that those balls were pure poison, and also aware that her siblings, would die. Her parents, had warned many times how toxic, those substances, were, so she decided to mix them, to ensure it would work. And indeed, the chlorine, and cyanide together, caused death within half an hour. To the police, the girl's story, was not enough. So they went to the family home to find the substances she claimed, to have used, and indeed, they found traces of both, which matched common household products, like Cruz Verde insecticide, and the metal-polishing pills, Pieda Dodd used. Now the police's goal, was to prove that Piedad had acted entirely on her own,

that no one else had helped her. But that would be much harder. La Verdad newspaper revealed, the case on its front page on the 21st, with a legendary headline, the four children were poisoned, Piedad was admitted to a psychiatric center whose name was not disclosed to keep, reporters away. Though everything, points to it being L. Palmer. Once there, doctors diagnosed her with psychopathy, arguing that she was always aware, and responsible for her actions. Moreover, she acted with malice and premeditation. They interrogated her many times, but her story kept changing. In fact, she gave up to five, different versions, and in all of them, the hand pulling the strings was, her mother.

However, the experts believed the motive might have been this. The girl always said she was, tired of working, tired of taking care, of the little ones, and, she knew they were struggling, just to get by. So she didn't understand how her parents could keep having kids, children they couldn't support. So she decided to rid herself, of the little ones, to be free of the burdens, that kept her from being a normal girl. As a minor, Pieda. Dod couldn't, go to prison, so she was placed, under the custody of the juvenile court. She then entered a convent,

of the Awadas and Mercia, where she began to care for, at risk or wayward girls. The most shocking part of all this is that, from that point on, Pieda Dod became a sweet girl. She was cheerful again. It was even said she later, took religious vows. Other versions claimed she later, returned to the streets and began a new life in another city, under a different name. But regardless, no one ever heard of little Pieda.D. again, who today would be, approximately 65 years old. But don't think the family name, was forgotten so easily, not long after, they returned to the newspapers, for new events. Four months, after it was revealed Piedaad, was a murderer, her two older brothers, were accused of stealing a motorcycle. And in 1978, Jose Antonio, the eldest, was listed among 15 inmates who escaped from

Mercia Prison. The crime for which he was imprisoned, was murdering a taxi driver, after robbing him. But now it's your turn, do you believe a killer is born or made? The end. When Anna Maria's daughter vanished, the entire neighborhood was sure it had to be the work of some criminal group. Everyone knew Anna Maria as a kind soul who kept to herself and never come. caused trouble. The thought that her daughter's disappearance could involve someone close to her

was unimaginable. No one would have believed that the culprit might have been someone who knew the family well, someone who had been close to them all along, pretending to be a friend. To understand what happened, we need to travel back in time to the small Catalonian town of Canevels, just two kilometers away from Granolars, the largest city in the Valles Oriental Comarca. Nowadays, Canavelles is home to around 177,000 people, but back then, things were quite different. In the 1950s, Cannavels was a sleepy, agricultural village with only 500 residents. Life was simple, and everyone knew everyone else. Fields and farms dominated the landscape, and the community thrived on hard work and mutual support. However, between the 1960s and 1980s,

everything changed. Granolars became an industrial hub, with factories like Bimbo, Jabuans' camp, and later Pasta's Gallo providing a wealth of job opportunities. This economic boom drew families from across Spain. People from Galicia, Andalusia, and Extra Madura packed their bags and made their way to this burgeoning area, settling in both granolars and Cannavels. Despite the influx of people, the town maintained its close-knit nature. Newcomers quickly became part of the community, connecting through work, local markets, and shared spaces. This tightly woven social fabric would later play a significant role in the events surrounding Anna Maria's family. By 1979, Cannavels was bustling, yet its small-town charm persisted.

The Christmas season brought a particularly festive atmosphere, as families eagerly bought lottery tickets. It wasn't just about the hope of winning, it was a tradition. People didn't buy just one ticket, they bought for their parents, in-laws, and friends. Kids went door-to-door selling tickets, and businesses had their own numbers displayed prominently. The excitement built throughout the year, culminating on December 22nd, when the intent entire nation tuned in to the lottery draw. That year, the winning number, 40286, came with a massive prize, 6.4 billion pacedas. Unlike most years, where the winnings were spread across multiple regions, this time the jackpot was sold entirely in granolars. Among the lucky winners

were Anna Maria Parra and her husband, won Antonio Puerta. In their early 30s, the couple lived modestly in a two-story building on Rira Street in Cannavels. Anna Maria's parents lived downstairs, and her best friend, Louisa, was just 100 meters away. Despite their newfound wealth, the couple's lives didn't change much. They were humble and hardworking, with a strong sense of community. Anna Maria was a stay-at-home mom, balancing household chores with caring for their eight-year-old son and preparing for the arrival of their second child. In May 1980, Anna Maria gave birth to a healthy baby girl, also named Anna Maria. Life seemed perfect. But this happiness was short-lived. Life for Anna Maria and her family was idyllic. Despite their

newfound wealth, they didn't flaunt it. They remained grounded, continuing with their daily routines as if nothing had changed. One Antonio kept working at his furniture store, and Anna Maria continued to manage the household, care for her children, and lend a hand to her parents. They lived in the same home they always had, and life in Cannavels continued to be peaceful. But on April 16, 1981, everything changed. It was Holy Thursday, a day most people spent in church or with their families. Anna Maria's morning had been typical. She had gotten up early, seen her husband off to work, and spent the day looking after

the house and the children. At around 3 p.m., one Antonio left for work, and Anna Maria was left at home with her infant daughter, Anna Maria Jr. the baby had been quiet, and Anna Maria, as usual, laid her down for a nap in her crib. It was a simple task, a routine she followed every day. The crib was in the bedroom, and Anna Maria, deciding to take advantage of the quiet time, went upstairs to hang some laundry. The apartment was small, and the rooms were close enough that she could easily hear the

baby if she cried. So, she left the door of the house open while she tended to the clothes on the terrace. It wasn't out of the ordinary, and everything seemed peaceful. The baby, at that time, couldn't yet crawl, so Anna Maria felt confident that she would be safe in her crib. She heard nothing from the baby, not even the soft whimper that would normally accompany a child waking up. Anna Maria finished with the laundry, went back downstairs to check on her parents, and then

returned to her apartment to continue her chores. Still, no crying. The silence was strange, but she thought nothing of it at first. Perhaps the baby had just fallen into a deeper sleep. But when Anna Maria went into the room and looked into the crib, her heart sank. The crib was empty. Her baby girl, her sweet, innocent child, was gone. Panic instantly set in.

She screamed, running through the house, calling out for her daughter, looking in every corner. She couldn't believe it. How could the baby have disappeared? Her mind raised as she thought of all the possibilities, but nothing made sense. Anna Maria ran to her parents' house downstairs, frantically explaining that her daughter was missing. Together, they began searching the neighborhood. In minutes, word spread through cannabels.

Neighbors rushed out to help, but there was no sign of the baby. The community, which had always been tightened it, was now gripped with fear and confusion. How could something like this happen in a place where everyone knew each other? At around 4 p.m., Anna Maria called her best friend, Louisa, and asked her to watch her son while she went to report the disappearance to the police. She didn't want her son to find out what had happened, and Louisa, ever the supportive friend, agreed without hesitation. She promised to keep the boy busy, trying to distract him with comics and games.

Meanwhile, Anna Maria rushed to the Guardia Civil to file a report. The entire town was shaken. This wasn't just a kidnapping, it was a violation of the community's safety. Someone had broken into a home, taken a baby from her crib, and disappeared into the night. The residents of Cannavels, once peaceful and trusting, now felt a deep unease. The fear spread, and rumors began to swirl. Was this the work of a group of criminals? A child trafficker?

Or worse, a serial kidnapper. As Anna Maria went to the police station, the town's atmosphere turned tense. People locked their doors, and children no longer played outside without an adult by their side. The community was no longer the safe, familiar place it once was. The once welcoming streets now felt like a labyrinth of fear and suspicion. The police were quick to act. They cordoned off the area, questioning everyone in the vicinity. They examined the house, the neighborhood, and surrounding areas.

Yet, there was no sign of forced entry. The house showed no signs of struggle. It was as if the baby had simply vanished into thin air. A couple of theories emerged. One was that the baby somehow managed to get out of the crib, wandered around, and hit somewhere in the house. But this didn't seem likely. The baby was too young to crawl or walk.

The other possibility, which seemed more plausible, was that the disappearance was the result of a kidnapping, someone who knew the family, someone who had been inside the house before and was familiar with the family's routines. In the days that followed, the investigation seemed to stall. No one had any real leads. The police questioned friends, family, and acquaintances of the Parra family, but no one had any answers. There was no obvious suspect, no clues as to who could have taken the baby.

More confusing, no one could figure out how the kidnapper could have known so much about the family's daily routines. Anna Maria and Juan Antonio were not wealthy, but they were comfortable. Their lives were predictable. Anyone who knew them well would have known when Anna Maria would be at home alone, and when would be the best time to strike. And then, about two weeks after the disappearance, something unexpected happened. Anna Maria and Juan Antonio received an anonymous letter in the mail.

The envelope was simple, unmarked, and the handwriting was peculiar. The letter inside was equally strange. It didn't contain any personal details, and it wasn't signed. However, the contents were clear, the baby was alive, and the kidnappers wanted a ransom. The letter explained that the baby was well and safe, and that the kidnappers had her. They even mentioned the baby's red pajamas, which had become too small for her. They included a piece of jewelry, an earring that belonged to the child, as a way of confirming that they indeed had the baby. The kidnappers demanded 12 million Pesetas, 8 million in 1,000 Peseta bills and 4 million

in 5,000 Peseta bills. They promised to return the child two days after receiving the money. The letter was chilling, confirming that the worst fear had come true. The baby had been taken, and the family was now caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with whoever had kidnapped their daughter. The authorities took immediate action. They traced the letter, trying to find any clues that might lead them to the kidnappers. They investigated the type of paper, the ink, and even the handwriting.

It seemed that the person who wrote the letter had gone to great lengths to make sure no evidence was left behind. However, there was one mistake, the use of a letter template, which could potentially be traced back to a store nearby. As the investigation continued, the police began to focus on the local area. Canavelles, once a peaceful town, now became the epicenter of a police operation. Officers went door-to-door, checking shops and businesses for any signs of unusual activity. They even questioned the local shopkeepers, including a woman who ran the bookstore on Rira Street. Her nervous behavior and odd responses caught the attention of the investigators, but she wasn't the only one acting strangely. The investigation was painstaking.

It involved long hours of interviews, surveillance, and careful analysis of every lead. The authorities were determined to find the truth, but every step seemed to lead. to more dead ends. Still, they couldn't shake the feeling that the answers were closer than they thought. The case began with an air of ordinary bureaucracy. A detective entered a modest house, where the atmosphere was anything but normal. Inside, a woman sat, fidgeting nervously as she spoke with the inspector. Her responses were short, almost robotic, her words clipped and hurried. At first glance, nothing about her seemed out of place. She was just another person involved in a strange and unsettling situation. But her demeanor, the way her eyes darted

around, the trembling of her hands, all hinted that something was deeply wrong. Despite this, no one initially paid much attention to the signs. Life continued, and so did the investigation. No one could have anticipated the dark twists that would follow. Six days after the first anonymous letter arrived, the second one came. This time, the letter was far more specific. It provided an exact location and a time for the exchange to take place. The letter even included a crude sketch of the area, along with detailed directions on how to get there. But it wasn't just the location that stood out. The most disturbing part of this letter was the set of two demands.

The first was that a woman must make the delivery. The second was that the woman should not be a family member. This was odd, to say the least. Why would the person behind the kidnapping specify these details? The reasoning wasn't clear, but the instructions pointed to something more sinister. The notion that the woman should not be a family member immediately raised questions. Was it because the kidnapper feared being recognized by someone close to the family? Or was there another reason, one that remained veiled in mystery?

Despite the chilling undertones, the authorities didn't take these points too seriously. They organized a police operation, planning to meet the kidnapper at the designated place. On the appointed day, the police arrived, but no one showed up. The meeting point remained eerily empty. As hours passed, there was nothing more to go on. The investigation stalled, and everyone had to wait for further instructions. Two more days passed before the phone rang again, this time at 6 p.m. on June 17th. The voice on the other end was calm, unervingly calm.

It was a woman's voice, robotic in tone, like she was reading from a script. She told Anna Maria Parra to prepare the money, warning that more instructions would follow shortly. Anna Maria, her heart racing, immediately asked about her daughter, but the woman refused to answer. Instead, she coolly stated that everything would be discussed after the money was handed over and abruptly hung up. The silence that followed was deafening. The next call came two days later.

This time, the woman gave even more specific instructions. The money was to be placed in a public trash can on Travesere North Street, right outside a garage connected to a bookstore. The location was peculiar, as it was directly across from a store owned by someone Anna Maria knew very well, Louisa. Luisa and Anna Maria had been childhood friends, growing up together in supporting each other through thick and thin. When the police questioned Luisa about the kidnapping, she was visibly shaken, offering no

clear answers. Her behavior became increasingly suspicious, especially since the drop-off location was so close to her place of business. Could she be involved? Once again, the police set up an operation at the designated location. But, just like before, no one showed up. The days dragged on without further communication. The silence was almost as unsettling as the threats themselves. Then, on July 1st, the phone rang again. Anna Maria, by now on edge, picked up, demanding proof that her daughter was still alive. She insisted that without some sort of evidence, she wouldn't hand over any money.

The woman on the other end responded coldly, no money, no child. The line went dead. Days passed without any further communication. The family waited, anxiously hoping for a break in the case. Then, on the morning of July 4th, something extraordinary happened. The owner of a small grocery store on the same street as the bookstore came to the Parra family's house with a letter. The envelope had appeared that morning, found under his cash register.

On the outside was a name, but it wasn't the store owners. Inside, there was a note and a photograph. The note gave instructions for the drop-off that night, from July 4th to 5th, at 3 a.m. The photo, a Polaroid, showed a blurry image of a baby in a playground. At first, no one could tell if the baby was Anna Maria's daughter. The proof of life was unclear, the photo indistinct. Yet, the note was clear, the money had to be placed in the same trash can, at the same spot, on the same street. The grocery store owner was questioned, but his alibi seemed to check

out. He described how he had cleaned his shop the previous evening and found the envelope the next morning, after one of his customers had been left alone in the store. When asked who the customer was, the store owner's face dropped. It was Louisa. The pieces were starting to fall into place. Louisa had been the one to leave the envelope. From that moment, the investigation shifted, and all suspicion now pointed to her. Both Louisa and her husband were arrested. Neighbors reported seeing the couple taken to the old cells in Granolars before being transported to Barcelona.

On July 13th, their house was raided. Inside, the police found a disturbing array of evidence, including a Polaroid camera, letter templates, and notes that seemed to be practiced run-throughs for the ransom demands. There were also detailed instructions for the drop-off locations, including odd directives like walk 50 meters, and shine a flashlight three times. The handwriting matched that of the woman who had made the phone calls. Yet, just when everything seemed to point directly to Louisa, the story took another turn. She suddenly decided to confess. She led the police to a location where, she claimed, her victim could be found. But once they arrived, Louisa changed

her story. She denied having any knowledge of the child's whereabouts. The police were baffled, unsure whether they were dealing with a desperate woman trying to protect herself, or if she was genuinely innocent after all. After another round of questioning, Luisa once again insisted she would confess. But this time, she asked for a pen and paper, demanding the tools to write down her confession. Left alone for a moment, she changed her mind and claimed she no longer needed to write anything. She wanted to speak directly to the inspector, Emilio Monge. At this point, it seemed clear that the truth would finally come out. Louisa's confession was chilling.

She revealed details about her troubled past, explaining that she had been abandoned by her mother as a baby. Raised in an orphanage before being adopted by a strict, religious family, Louisa's life had been far from easy. Though she had a family of her own, including a husband and two sons, she was never satisfied with her life. Her dream had always been to have a daughter.

But, by the time she reached 32, she had only sons. Her frustration grew, especially when she saw her childhood friend, Anna Maria, seemingly living the life Louisa wanted. Anna Maria had won the lottery and had a daughter, the very thing Louisa had always wanted. It was then that Louisa devised her plan. She spent months preparing, trying to find a way to kidnap Anna Maria's daughter. The first step was gaining access to the house. One day, Louisa managed to steal a set of house keys. Some reports say she copied them, others suggest she simply kept to.

them. Regardless, she now had access to the house at any time. For several months, she attempted to execute her plan but faced constant setbacks. Finally, on April 8, 1981, Luisa made her move. She placed a false phone call to Anna Maria, pretending to be her sister-in-law, claiming that her son was very ill and needed immediate help. But Anna Maria wasn't fooled. She suspected something was wrong with the call, sensing that it was all a ruse. But Louisa didn't give up. On April 16th, she took advantage of a moment when Anna Maria left her house. The door was left open, and Louisa acted swiftly. She entered the house, grabbed the child, and wrapped her in a blanket to prevent her from crying. She took the girl to the bookstore where she lived and drugged her

with a sedative. Later that day, Anna Maria came back to check on her daughter. Louisa hid the child in a closet, acting as if nothing was wrong. She even offered to take care of Anna Maria's son for a few hours. But that evening, when she went upstairs to check on her victim, things took a dark turn. Louisa, unable to calm the girl, killed her. She strangled the child with a piece of cloth, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing the life out of her. Afterward, Louisa hid the body in a closet, but the guilt ate away at her.

She moved the body again and again, eventually hiding it in a plastic drum at the top of her bookstore. Months passed, and the authorities were still no closer to finding the girl. But when they finally uncovered the body, they found it in the same drum where Louisa had hidden it. The forensic evidence matched her confession. When the case finally went to trial, the media was abuzz with the details of the crime. The court was packed, and Louisa faced a long sentence. She was convicted of kidnapping and murder, and given a 38-year prison sentence. As time passed, though, the case took another strange turn. Years later, Louisa's name resurfaced when it was revealed that she had been given a job at the prison daycare.

Public outrage was swift, and the prison removed her from the position. But the question remained, was the sentence just? And what did this case say about the people we trust the most? The police decided to go back over the story and focus on the last two people who saw her alive, Rachel Schof and Sheila Eddie, her two best friends. One day, without prior notice, the FBI showed up at the school and began a round of interrogations. But these interrogations weren't for Rachel and Sheila, they were for the classmates. They wanted to know everything about them, how they acted with others, how they acted with each other,

and especially how they acted with Skylar niece. When the parents of the girls found out about this, they were furious, especially Skyler's parents. How was it possible that her two best friends were being considered suspects? These were the girls who defended her passionately on social media, who searched for her, who cried over her disappearance. How could it be? But what these parents didn't know was that the police never take a step forward without having evidence to support it. When Skylar Niece disappeared in July, everyone was interrogated, including Rachel Schof and Sheila Eddie. And their testimonies were by far the strangest.

Rachel Schof appeared completely distraught, anguished, nervous, breaking down in tears, and her answers were very odd, she avoided questions, gave evasive answers, cried, and lamented. Nothing of value came from her testimony. As for Sheila, she was completely cold, avoided questions, gave short answers, and on more than one occasion seemed to challenge the agents with her gaze. But when she left the room, she broke down crying and acted as if she were truly affected, an attitude that didn't match at all with how she had behaved during the interrogation. Despite their strange behavior, their story was always the same. They both claimed that that night they picked Schuyler up, drove east, smoked weed, and dropped her off on her

street. Always the same story, no variations, no changes. Always the same. And to the police, this story seemed more like a script, something rehearsed, like the girls had spent months perfecting a version they had crafted with extreme care. So at this point, the police no longer believed their story. They were suspicious of both friends and did everything they could to find anything that would directly implicate them in Schuyler's disappearance. In November 2012, the FBI found surveillance footage from a gas station, a video that placed Sheila Eddy's car the night of the incident heading west, specifically to Blacksville. Didn't the girls say they had gone east? From that point, the FBI traced the phones of both

girls and discovered that Rachel's phone was located that night near a cell phone tower in a forest in Blacksville. So they moved to the next step, re-interrogate Rachel Schof and Sheila Eddie, this time, clearly separately. Sheila Eddie, for her part, stuck to the same story. She repeated the same version again and again. But Rachel Schof, unaware of what had been found, told a completely different story. In essence, the events were the same, but in Rachel's version, they didn't go east, they went west, specifically to the Blacksville Forest. You know what's most shocking about this story? It's not that the version changed, but that 24 hours later, Sheila Eddie showed up at the police station of her own accord to change her story,

saying they never went east, but west, to a forest in Blacksville. Sheila Eddy changed her version 24 hours later, probably after speaking with Rachel and agreeing that they had to say the same thing. So Sheila had to revise her story. Time passed, and no one trusted the girls anymore, not the entire school, not even their own parents. Because, let's be honest, everything surrounding Sheila Eddie and Rachel Schof seemed way too staged. It was impossible not to believe they were guilty of kidnapping, or worse. Social pressure

slowly started getting to Rachel, who began to fade. Everyone said Rachel Schof had turned into a zombie, a walking corpse who walked alongside Sheila in the school halls with her head down and a lost expression. But while she acted that way at school, at home she was a hurricane, a hurricane that assaulted her parents, hit them, screamed at them, insulted them. The Final straw came on December 28th of that same year, when Patricia Schof, Rachel's mother, called the police for help. When officers arrived, Rachel was uncontrollable. So they admitted her to the psychiatric ward of a hospital. Days later, Rachel's lawyer called the police and requested a personal meeting with Detective Gaskins, who was in charge of Schuyler-Neice's

case. He said his client wanted to talk to him and tell him everything she knew, but of course, she wanted guarantees. The detective told her that if she pleaded guilty, her sentence would be reduced and she would receive protection. This pushed Rachel to say the following words, we stabbed her. It wasn't an accident. It was murder. For months, Rachel and Sheila pretended to be Skyler's friends, but they were already fed up. The week before her disappearance, they had agreed to kill her. The motive? They didn't want to keep pretending. So on the evening of July 5th, the two girls prepared everything. They opened the trunk of Sheila's car and placed inside two shovels, baby wipes, napkins,

change of clothes, and two kitchen knives. Around midnight, when Skyler got off work, they called her and invited her to smoke weed. At first, she didn't want to go out, but they insisted and eventually convinced her. When the three girls arrived at the Blacksville Forest, they got out of the vehicle. rolled cigarettes, and suddenly realized they had left the lighter inside the car. So Schuyler went back to retrieve it. When she turned around, Sheila and Rachel counted to three, and stabbed her. But killing someone isn't that easy.

Schuyler fought until the end, even managing to rest the knife from Rachel's hand. She stabbed Rachel in the leg, causing her to step back and realize what they were doing. But Sheila didn't stop. She kept stabbing until she got tired. When Gaskins asked what Skyler's final words were, Rachel responded, why. And that why would torment Dave and Mary niece forever. Rachel and Sheila's plan was simply to dig a hole and bury the body. But the ground was too rocky.

So they just covered the body with branches and stones and left it for animals to eat. The FBI sent several teams to the area where Rachel claimed they had left Skylar. body, and they found it. From that moment on, the police sought a confession from Sheila. They used Rachel, wiring her shirt with a microphone to visit Sheila and try to get her to confess, say something that would make her guilty. But Sheila didn't say a word. Maybe she suspected her best friend was wearing a wire. So the next step was to search her house and confiscate her car. They found something, Schuyler-Neice's DNA on several kitchen knives and in Sheila Eddy's car, in blood stains poorly clean from the vehicle's exterior. In April 2013, Rachel Schof and Sheila Eddy were arrested for the murder of Schuyler niece.

Thanks to her cooperation, Rachel Schof was convicted of second-degree murder and sentenced to 30 years in prison, with eligibility for parole after 10 years. On September 4, 2013, Sheila Eddy was also tried. At first, she pleaded not guilty, until she realized that would only hurt her. She was found guilty of first-degree murder, kidnapping, and conspiracy to commit murder. She was sentenced to life in prison, with parole eligibility after 15 years. But even though these two girls were convicted, the true motive behind the crime was still unknown. So their social media accounts were examined closely. During the first months of Schuyler's disappearance, the two girls appeared devastated.

They posted photos, sad messages, shared her story. But they also uploaded videos to YouTube having fun, laughing, playing, they didn't seem truly heartbroken. And not just on YouTube, they also posted strange things on Facebook and Twitter. One of the most chilling tweets read, we really did it. On three, if not for Skylar herself, we might have never known the motive for the crime. Skyler had written everything in her diary, specifically, what had happened one night at Sheila's house. According to her, one night the three of them were hanging out at Sheila's house,

hiding in her room and drinking. As time went on, Rachel and Sheila began getting more affectionate until they eventually had sex, right in front of Skylar. She couldn't leave. She couldn't just open the door and go home because she'd wake up Sheila's parents. So she waited for her two best friends to finish. This act didn't just stay in Schuyler's diary, she told several people. That fact would become the main motive for the crime. Rachel and Sheila weren't willing to let their reputations be ruined. But now it's your turn, what do you think about this case?

And most importantly, why do you think they killed Schuyler? The end. The girls got changed, brushed their teeth, and went to their respective beds. The plan was simple, the two girls would stab Bella, then wrap her in a sheet and begin their journey to Slender Man's mansion. But at the last moment, Morgan said the following, I want to give her one more day of life. We begin. For years, the Slender Man phenomenon revolutionized the internet and became a recurring nightmare for many children, a being that manipulated the mind of minors, kidnapped them, and no one ever heard from them again. But how much of this story is true? Is this character real? Next, we'll find out. This story began on June 8, 2009, when the

internet forum, something awful, made public its new contest called Create Paranormal Images. The rules were very simple, participants had to create mythological creatures from scratch using Photoshop, and the author of the most terrifying one would be the winner. That's how Eric Nudson, under the pseudonym Victor Surge, decided to present the one he himself called Slender Man, an extremely tall and thin being with no facial features, tentacles emerging from his back, and dressed in a dark suit. Eric didn't settle for submitting a single Photoshop-edited photo. He submitted two black and white images in which the character was surrounded by children.

But that's not all, below these photos, Eric added what seemed to be testimonials. The first said, We didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but his persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified us. The second photo had a fake seal from the Sterling Library, an element that made the attached text even more believable. One of two photographs recovered from the fire at the Sterling City Library. Notable for being taken the same day 14 children vanished,

and for the appearance of what is known as Slender Man. Officials claim the deformities are film defects. The library fire occurred one week later. Real photograph confiscated as evidence. 1986. Photographed by Mary Thomas, missing since June 13, 1986. As expected, its creation caused such an impact that Eric Nudsen inevitably won the contest. However, no one prepared him for what would come next.

The Slender Man fever spread like wildfire, and seeing how much people liked his creation, Eric kept making more edits and drawings of the character. But unfortunately, before he knew it, the story had gotten out of his hands. By 2011, many horror fans had turned this character into a legend. Hundreds of people entered forests, camera in hand, searching for the supposed entity. Videos were posted on YouTube, photos were shared, and even video games were made in his honor. But the most terrifying part is that thousands of people claimed that if you gave him your soul, you would automatically become his apprentice. Eric said, I was passionate about the work

of certain authors. To create Slender Man, I was inspired by the writings of Lovecraft, Stephen King, the surreal fantasies of William S. Burroughs, and a few survival horror games like Silent Hill and Resident Evil. The most direct influences were, that insidious beast, by Zach Parsons and The Mist by Stephen King. He also said he was inspired by creatures like the Rake and Mothman, but made it clear that Slender Man was not real and never had been. On screen, there are two engravings dated 1540, supposedly made by Hans Freckenberg. In both, a tall, thin, faceless skeleton appears, able to multiply his arms to more easily trap his victims. According to German folklore, this being lived in the depths of the black forest and fed

on the flesh of children who misbehaved. What makes this story very mysterious is that its supposed author disappeared without a trace in 1543. And so, it's at this point that Slender Man fans clung to the idea that the character was real. And not only that, they also claim that this character had been represented in every culture around the world. The morning of May 31st, 2014, the parents of Peyton Isabel Lutner received a call that would change their lives forever. They were informed from the hospital that their daughter was between life and death after receiving 19 stab wounds, 19 stab wounds inflicted by her own friends. The reason? Apparently, Slender Man had forced them to do it. This story begins in 2013 with two inseparable friends,

Morgan Geyser and Peyton Isabel Lutner, whom everyone affectionately called Bella. Both loved cats and dressing up. In fact, back then Morgan, was a huge Harry Potter fan and any excuse was good enough to draw a lightning bolt on her forehead. Unlike what many said later, the two were never popular. In fact, they were often bullied by other kids, especially Morgan, who was very imaginative. Morgan Geyser was born in 2002 in an unusual environment. The daughter of Angie and Matt Geyser, she was always very close to her parents, with whom she shared unusual interests, creepypastas, horror films, death metal, and gore. Her mother also sold replica human skulls online.

Morgan could spend hours in front of the computer reading Jeff the killer stories. Unfortunately, she couldn't share this interest with her best friend, as Bella didn't like dark things. But another girl her age, named Anissa Wire, did. So it didn't take long for them to become inseparable. Slowly, Morgan grew closer to Anissa and distanced herself from Bella. But far from being left alone, Bella made new friends and became one of the most popular girls in school. According to several sources, Anissa was going through a rough time when she met Morgan.

The year before, her parents divorced, and she was still dealing with depression. At the time, her only comfort was Morgan and her uncontrolled imagination. Anissa said, Morgan can be a little dumb and forget what she's saying. saying in the middle of a sentence because, as she says, she hears voices. For Anissa, Morgan was weak, and that's why she became her protector. One time, a boy got too close to Morgan and I didn't like it, so I punched him, a bit hard. But don't be fooled by these statements. Morgan wasn't a child who needed defending. She barked like a dog and grabbed insects to throw at her classmates. She was even expelled from school for a while for bringing a hammer to class.

But, oddly enough, no one thought she was dangerous. She got good grades and although she seemed a bit dark, she was considered harmless. Sometime in October 2013, Anissa and Morgan sat in front of the computer and found a character who, to them, was ten times better than Jeff the killer, Slender Man. From that moment, he became their obsession. They talked about him all the time, downloaded photos, videos, and audio. Their obsession grew to the point that they believed not only was he real, but that he lived in a mansion in the Nicolet National Forest, north of Wisconsin.

But how could they prove to the world that Slender Man was real? Very simple, by killing someone in his name and becoming his disciples. For some time, Morgan and Anissa had started to resent Bella. Her parents were still together, she was always smiling, and she had lots of friends. But Bella had no idea about this. In fact, even after growing distant, she still considered Morgan her best friend. That made her the perfect victim. In February 2014, Morgan and Anissa set the date for their perfect crime, May 2014.

They spent three months planning every detail of how they would kill Peyton Isabel Lutner. Three long months pretending to be her best friends. During this time, they drew distilled. disturbing images, painted wounds on their dolls, and wrote long lists detailing a thousand ways to kill Bella. Of course, they didn't want their future victim to suspect anything. So when talking in front of her, they used codes, cracker, meant knife or murder, stabby stab-stab-stab meant stabbing, camping trip meant Nicolet National Forest.

The chosen day was Friday, May 30, 2014, Morgan's birthday. Her father drove the three girls to an indoor skating rink called Skateland. He picked them up at 9.30 p.m. and took them to his house, where the sleepover began. The girls got changed, brushed their teeth, and went to their respective beds. The plan was simple, the two girls would stab Bella, wrap her in a sheet, and head toward Slender Man's mansion. But at the last minute, Morgan said, I want to give her one more day of life. The next morning, the girls continued with the sleepover.

They dressed up, ate donuts and strawberries, packed their backpacks, and with Angie Geyser's permission, went alone to David's Park. The plan was in motion. David's Park is a large place with a children's playground, open fields, and even public bathrooms. It was in those bathrooms that Morgan and Anissa planned to kill Bella, thinking the presence of a drain would make cleaning the crime scene easier. However, the plan didn't go as expected.

Anissa and Morgan attacked Bella inside the bathroom. Morgan wrestled with her and restrained her while Anissa grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall. But Bella managed to escape, thinking Morgan was just joking. To Bella, Morgan and Anissa just had a strange sense of humor. She was convinced they'd never hurt her. That was her mistake. The next strategy to kill her was a game of hide and seek. Morgan was it, while Anissa and Bella hid.

Once hidden, Anissa told Bella she had to lie down. Bella refused, so Anissa pushed her and sat on her chest. The girl couldn't breathe and screamed, so Anissa got off her. That's when Morgan, very angry, pulled out a knife and stabbed Bella 19 times. Bella tried to run, but they wouldn't let her. They grabbed her and dragged her deeper into the forest so no one would hear her screams. We told her we were going to get help, but we really didn't. We ran away and left her to die.

Bella didn't give up. She dragged herself through the woods until she reached a trail, where a cyclist named Greg Steinberg helped her and called 911. Breathing? Yeah. Breathing. Can now, breathe. Alert.

Okay. Stay with. Meanwhile, Morgan and Anissa had gone to a Walmart. There, they cleaned the blood off in the bathroom and refilled their water bottles. Then they wandered for two hours, looking for Slender Man's Mansion. But Morgan didn't actually know where it was, so the police found them first. Peyton Isabel Lutner survived, but her attackers didn't escape justice. They were found guilty of attempted first-degree murder and sentence to up to 30 years in a

mental health institution. But now it's your turn. Do you think these girls were truly insane, or could Slender Man have been real? The End The Erie Expedition, a tale of a solo camper's unforgettable night, the sun was dipping below the horizon as Philip set up his tent in a remote clearing deep within the Shenandoah National Park. This was exactly what he loved about solo camping, the serenity, the unbroken silence,

and the feeling of being completely untethered from civilization. Yet, as the golden hour transitioned to twilight, the forest's calm began to feel, off. The trip had started like many others. Philip had packed light but meticulously, with his trusted gear and a notebook for jotting down ideas for his eerie camping story collection. This remote spot had seemed perfect, an isolated clearing surrounded by dense woods, far from any marked trails or campsites. It was a place he had found after hours of studying topographic maps and satellite images.

No phone signal, no nearby campers, just him and the wilderness. But as the light waned, an uneasy sensation crept over him. He brushed it off as fatigue and the natural wariness that comes with being alone in the wild. He'd felt this before on other trips, especially when the silence became so thick it almost seemed alive. Still, he focused on finishing his tasks, pitching the tent, gathering firewood, and boiling water for a quick dinner of freeze-dried chili. Night fell quickly, as it does in the forest.

The stars emerged, their brilliance undimmed by artificial light. Philip's fire crackled, throwing long shadows across the clearing. He took out his notebook and began to scribble, capturing the day's events and brainstorming story ideas. The ambience was perfect for his craft, but a nagging feeling in his gut made him glance up from the page more often than usual. The forest seemed too quiet. No chirping crickets, no rustling leaves, just an oppressive stillness that made the hair

on the back of his neck stand up. It wasn't the absence of sound that unnerved him, but the fact that it felt deliberate, as if the forest itself were holding its breath. Philip shook his head and laughed at himself. Get a grip, he muttered, tossing another log onto the fire. The burst of flames illuminated the edges of the clearing, momentarily pushing back the encroaching darkness. He returned to his notebook, trying to immerse himself in his writing.

But then, he heard it, a faint, rhythmic crunching of leaves coming from the woods. He froze, pen hovering above the page. The sound was distant but unmistakable. Someone, or something, was moving through the forest. Philip's mind raced. It could be a deer, a bear, or another camper. But the measured pace of the footsteps didn't match the erratic movement of an animal. They were deliberate, human.

Hello, he called out, his voice breaking the eerie silence. The footsteps stopped. His heart pounded as he strained his ears, listening for any response. None came. Gripping his flashlight, Philip scanned the tree line. The beam of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating nothing but trees and underbrush. He swallowed hard, telling himself it was probably another hiker who had strayed off trail. Or maybe they heard me and got spooked, he thought, trying to calm his nerves. Still, the unease lingered. He decided to stoke the fire higher, its warmth and light providing a semblance of security. As he sat by

the fire, his mind replayed the sound of those footsteps, analyzing every detail. The pace, the distance, the abrupt stop, it all felt wrong. Hours passed, and the forest remained silent. Philip's initial adrenaline rush faded, replaced by exhaustion. He reasoned that whatever, or whoever, had been out there was long gone. Crawling into his tent, he zipped it up tightly and settled into his sleeping bag. Despite his fatigue, sleep didn't come easily. Every rustle of fabric, Every creek of the trees outside made him tense. Sometime after midnight, Philip awoke with a start. He wasn't sure what had roused him, but his instinct screamed that something was wrong.

The fire outside had burned down to embers, leaving the clearing cloaked in darkness. He lay still, straining to hear over the pounding of his heart. Then he heard it again, the footsteps. This time, they were closer. Slow, deliberate, circling the tent. Philip's breath caught in his throat. He fumbled for his flashlight and knife, his hands trembling. The footsteps paused directly outside the tent flap.

Who's there? He demanded, his voice cracking. Silence. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with dread. Summoning every ounce of courage, Philip unzipped the tent just enough to shine his flashlight outside. The beam revealed nothing but the empty clearing. No tracks, no movement. The footsteps had stopped, but the oppressive feeling of being watched remained.

He spent the rest of the night sitting upright, clutching his knife and flashlight, his eyes darting to every shadow. The footsteps didn't return, but sleep was out of the question. When dawn finally broke, Philip emerged from the tent, his body aching from the tension and lack of rest. In the daylight the forest seemed almost benign, its sinister aura dissipated by the sun's warm glow. Philip scanned the area, looking for any signs of a visitor. He found none.

No footprints, no broken branches, nothing to suggest anyone had been there. As he packed up his gear, Philip couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been toyed with. Whether it was a person, an animal, or something he couldn't explain, the experience had left an indelible mark. He'd sought isolation, and he'd found it, but not in the way he'd imagined. Driving away from the trailhead, Philip glanced in the rearview mirror, half expecting to see something, or someone, watching him from the tree line. The road ahead stretched on, winding through the forest that now seemed less like a sanctuary

and more like a place that harbored secrets best left undisturbed. Back at home, Philip added the night's events to his notebook, every detail etched in his memory. It would make a great story, he thought, though he wasn't sure he'd ever want to relive it. Solo camping had always been his escape, his way of connecting with nature and himself. But now, the forest felt different, not just alive, but aware. And Philip couldn't shake the feeling that, out there in the Shenandoah, something had been watching, waiting. For what, he wasn't sure.

But one thing was certain, he'd never hear the sound of footsteps in quite the same way again. A farm, some pigs, and a dark secret, it all started with a routine police investigation. Officers received a tip about illegal firearms on a pig farm. Innocent enough, right? But what they found went far beyond weapons. Hidden among the clutter were women's belongings, shoes, clothes, jewelry, alongside something far more sinister, human remains. This gruesome discovery led investigators down a path that revealed the horrifying truth

about Willie Picton, a man whose pig farm masked unimaginable horrors. Willie's beginnings, a tale of pigs and isolation. Willie was born on October 24, 1949, in Port Coquitlam, Canada. He was the middle child of Leonard and Louise Pickton, a couple dedicated to raising pigs. Farming had supposedly run in the family for generations, though some sources suggest Leonard and Louise were the first to dive into the pig-rearing business. Either way, the farm brought them decent money, until everything began falling apart. From the start, it was clear the Picton household wasn't exactly nurturing.

Leonard and Louise prioritized the pigs over their children. They weren't affectionate or supportive, they just wanted their kids to focus on farming. Willie, described as polite and obedient, carried an air of strangeness even as a child. This peculiar vibe wasn't just Willie's burden, his older brother, Dave, shared it. In school, Willie's odd behavior made him a target for bullies. Kids cruelly called him piggy boy, a nickname that stuck and only deepened his isolation. As his classmates laughed, Willie withdrew further, losing interest in school and, eventually, dropping out entirely. At just 11 years old, Willie saved up and bought a cow, treating it as his best friend. He doted

on the animal, taking it for walks and feeding it with care. Then one day, without warning, the cow was gone. Willie found it slaughtered in the family's meat shop. His parents hadn't even told him. They sold the meat, leaving Willie devastated, and possibly broken in ways that would haunt the world later. The path to butchery, by 14, Willie had left school for good, picking up a trade as a butcher. For four years, he apprenticed, learning the inns and outs of the craft. By 18, he was back at the family farm, fully immersed in the slaughter of pigs. He fed them, raised them, and ended their lives with precision, growing eerily comfortable with the process. In many ways, Willie became the farm's unofficial boss. But tragedy struck in 1978 when

Leonard and Louise passed away, leaving their three children to inherit the farm. Each sibling took a different path. Linda, the youngest, washed her hands of the pig business entirely, taking her share of the inheritance and vanishing. Dave stayed on, helping out here and there, while Willie took over as the farm's primary operator. However, the golden days of the farm were over. Within 15 years, the once thriving business had crumbled. The pigs were fewer, the land unkempt, and the profits non-existent. Willie and Dave were forced to sell off most of the property, leaving them with just six and a half acres. The farm's transformation, instead of rebuilding the farm, Willie let it spiral further into decay.

What was once a bustling operation became a wasteland of junk and filth. Employees complained about the deteriorating conditions and began to notice something unsettling about Willie himself. With no parents to supervise, Willie and Dave turned the farm into their playground, and that's when things got really dark. The brothers frequented Vancouver's downtown east side, an area rife with poverty and addiction. Willie, in particular, developed a habit of picking up vulnerable individuals, offering them money to visit his farm. Over time, Willie realized the farm had ample space for, parties. And not just any parties, wild, chaotic gatherings that became infamous. In 1996, the Picton brothers founded a non-profit organization called the Piggy Palace Good Time Society,

claiming its mission was to host charity events. On paper, it seemed wholesome. In reality, it was anything but. These parties featured drugs, alcohol, and prostitution, attracting unsavory characters, including members of the Hells Angels Biker gang. A growing darkness. Willie thrived in this chaotic world, especially when it came to the women from downtown east side.

Reports suggest his violent tendencies began surfacing as early as the 1980s. One night, he picked up a sex worker in his truck, offering her money before turning violent. He attacked her with a knife and left her in a parking lot, bloodied and terrified. Things escalated in 1997. Willie invited Wendy Lynn iced at her, another sexist. worker, to his farm. Once there, he accused her of stealing and attacked her with a knife. Wendy fought back, managing to stab Willie in self-defense before escaping. Both ended up in the same hospital, receiving treatment for their injuries. Despite Wendy's accusations, Willie wasn't

charged. His defense painted her as an unstable drug addict, and her case was dismissed. As the years went on, whispers about Willie's farm grew louder. Employees reported seeing women enter but never leave. One even claimed to have seen women's belongings and blood-stained clothes scattered around. Yet, without concrete evidence, police couldn't act. The farm's fall and chilling discoveries, in February 2002, a truck driver who worked with the Pictons reported illegal firearms on the farm, prompting a police raid. What began as a routine search quickly took a horrifying turn. Officers found women's clothing, jewelry, and IDs, along with human remains.

A subsequent, more thorough search unearthed a trove of disturbing evidence, skulls, bones, blood-soaked bedding, and a freezer containing unidentified meat later confirmed to be human. The most gruesome revelation. DNA tests showed human remains were ground up and mixed with pork, which was then distributed. It's believed that friends, family, and even local butchers unknowingly consumed this meat. Trial and aftermath, Willie was charged with the murders of 27 women, though he confessed to killing 49 during a covert operation where an undercover officer posed as his cellmate. Despite his confession, legal technicalities prevented its use in court.

After a lengthy trial, Willie was convicted of six murders in 2007, receiving life imprisonment without parole for 25 years. The full extent of Willie's atrocities may never be known, but his story serves as a grim reminder of the vulnerabilities in society and the devastating consequences of ignoring them. And from that point on, they washed their hands of it. It was an apparently very clear case, a teenager with raging hormones, rebellion, she runs away from home and she'll come back. The girl had run away, and it became even clearer when they reviewed the security cameras,

no struggle, no violence. The girl gets into the car by herself. So the niece family couldn't report a kidnapping because their daughter had left home. We begin. Schuyler Annette Neese was born on February 10, 1996, in Morgan. town, West Virginia, as the only daughter of Mary and David Nice. Dave, as his friends called him, worked at a Walmart warehouse while his wife Mary was an administrative assistant at a cardiology center. The family's finances were quite good, and they could

spoil their daughter Skyler with anything she wanted. Although Skylar was never a spoiled or demanding child, the only thing she cared about were movies and reading. She was a very studious, loving, and deeply grateful girl. Her dream was to study criminal law, it was her great passion, and for that reason, she dedicated all her efforts to getting the best grades. She even took advanced classes in order to qualify for a scholarship. And even though, as mentioned earlier, the niece family didn't have financial problems, Skyler was very generous, and for that reason, even though money wasn't necessary, she decided to work part-time at Wendy so that in the future she could help pay for part of her studies.

Schuyler was loved by everyone. In fact, she was so charismatic that she was considered one of the most popular girls in her school, alongside, of course, her best friend, Sheila Eddie. Sheila was a girl with a very troubled past. In the year 2000, her parents divorced because her biological father had a car accident that caused him a brain injury and a motor disability. Her mother didn't want to take care of this man, so she divorced him, gained custody of Sheila, and together they moved to Morgantown, where the young girl met her great friend Schuyler.

The two girls were always together, and they even often dressed alike, something that made people think they were more like sisters than friends. And when, in 2012, Rachel Schof transferred to their school, the three of them became what they called themselves, the three musketeers. Three pretty, popular girls with good grades, everyone wanted to be their friend, and all the girls wanted to be like them. And it is from this point that the story takes on a rather sinister tone. Skylar Nice, Sheila Eddie, and Rachel Schof, individually, were brilliant girls. But together, according to many, they were very mean.

In fact, at school, some started calling them the mean girls, in honor of the 2004 movie, since when they were together. together, they would often bother other girls. But those were just rumors. They never got in trouble, there were never complaints, and their grades remained excellent, especially Skyler's. So no one really paid much attention to the gossip, at least, not until the afternoon of July 6, 2012. On July 5, 2012, Skylar niece worked her shift. At the end, her co-workers invited her to hang out, but Schuyler was very tired and declined the invitation. She got in her car, drove home, kissed each of her parents goodnight, and went to bed. The next morning, the alarm clock woke up Dave and Mary niece. The couple decided not to wake their daughter

since she worked so hard. They had breakfast and each left for work. Around noon, as usual, Dave Neese came home to eat with his daughter. But when he entered her room, the young girl wasn't there. Her bed was perfectly made, and everything was intact, as if Skylar had never slept there. Worried, he called his wife and told her their little girl had disappeared. Mary calmed him down and said their daughter was probably with Sheila and Rachel, and that he should call them. But when Dave did, when he called Sheila, she said she didn't know anything about Schuyler, that the last time she spoke to her was the day before, and from there she hadn't heard anything else. Dave and Mary decided to wait until 4 p.m., the time Skyler was supposed to

start her shift at Wendy's. They intended to call then and ask the manager directly if their daughter had shown up for work. But they didn't need to wait, because at 402 p.m., the manager from Wendy's called their house to ask where Skylar niece was, since she was always very punctual. From that moment on, the real nightmare began. The niece couple was about to call the police when the phone rang again. It was Sheila Eddie, their daughter's best friend, who said that, in fact, the last time she saw her wasn't the day before, but rather the night before. She explained that she, Rachel Schof, and Schuyler had gone for a drive to a secluded place east of town to smoke weed. They were out for about an hour, and then they dropped

Schuyler off on her street, not at her front door, so that the sound of the car's engine wouldn't wake her parents. And from that point on, they didn't know anything else. With this new information, Dave and Mary niece called the FBI, and agents explicitly asked them not to touch anything until they arrived. But Dave couldn't sit still, he started investigating on his own, discovering that the screen on Skyler's bedroom window had been removed, and below it was a bench. Why was it like that? So someone could enter or leave the house without going through the front door. When the police learned this, they treated the case as a simple teenage runaway and didn't give it the seriousness it deserved. The FBI entered the house and took a few of the girl's

things, diaries, notebooks, and even took the window screen to analyze fingerprints. And from that point on, they washed their hands of it. It was an apparently very clear case, a teenager, raging hormones, rebellion, runs away from home, and she'll come back. The girl had run away, and it became even clearer when they reviewed the security camera footage. In the footage from that night, Schuyler niece can be seen getting into a car by her own will. Unfortunately, the poor image quality prevented anyone from seeing the license plate or who was inside the car. And again, another negative point, Skyler got into the car alone. There was no struggle, no violence. The girl gets into the car on her own. So the niece family couldn't

report a kidnapping, because their daughter had left home. Months passed, and the case went cold. Everyone shared the story on social media, especially Sheila and Rachel, her best friends. The girls' dedicated texts, photos, songs to her, begged everyone to help, to spread the word about Skyler. They also actively participated in the search efforts and even in the marches held in her memory. They fought back whenever someone insulted Skyler online. At this point, no one believed Schuyler had run away anymore. Now, everyone assumed she had been kidnapped. Because she hadn't taken clothes, or money, she hadn't taken anything.

The only thing she had with her was her phone, and if she had run away, it would have still been on, she would have been using it. But that wasn't the case. Skylar Nisa's phone had been off since the night of July 5th. That's when the rumors started. But among them, only two stood out. The first one claimed that after Sheila and Rachel dropped Schuyler off on her street, someone else picked her up, and took her to a party organized by other teens in the area.

At this party, there was alcohol and drugs, and young Schuyler suffered an overdose. The attendees, terrified, buried her body so that no one would ever know what had happened. The second rumor said that when Skyler was dropped off on her street, she was picked up by her boyfriend, an older boy with whom she planned to get married and start a completely new life far away from Morgantown. But as you can see, neither story had any basis. And no one really knew if Rachel and Sheila had actually dropped off Schuyler where they claimed. Time kept passing, and no one, absolutely no one, knew anything about her. So the police decided to retrace the story and focus on the last two people. To be continued, Lana Gut never fully believe

Robert Wagner's versions of the story, and over the years, she took it upon herself to dig deeper. Unfortunately, none of the three men on the yacht with her sister that night were willing to talk. Christopher Walken, after giving his statement to the police, stayed silent. Dennis Davern supported Wagner's story and kept his mouth shut. Wagner himself repeatedly insisted it was a tragic accident. Yet, there were many aspects of that fateful night that just didn't add up.

On the night of November 28, 1981, three well-known actors, including Natalie Wood, decided to gather for a celebration marking the end of the filming of Brainstorm. They wanted to make the evening memorable, and memorable it was, but not for the reasons they had hoped. By morning, Natalie Wood's lifeless body was found floating in the sea, not far from their yacht, the splendor. The Los Angeles police ruled at an accident, but over the years, details surfaced that cast doubt on this conclusion. Contradictory statements, uncomfortable silences, and evidence of injuries

that she couldn't have sustained post-mortem painted a different picture. The story goes that Natalie, who had a deep-seated fear of dark water, allegedly left the yacht on her own, boarding a dinghy in an attempt to reach the shore. However, this seemed unlikely given her well-known phobia of deep water. Adding to the mystery, those on board delayed notifying the Coast Guard for hours after she disappeared. So who exactly was Natalie Wood, and what made her case so shrouded in mystery. Natalie Wood was born Natasha Nikolievna Zockerenko on July 20th, 1938, in San Francisco, California, the first of two daughters of Russian immigrants Maria Stepanovna and Nikolai Stepanovich Sokarenko. Her parents had diverse backgrounds,

Nikolai was a banker, while Maria was a ballet dancer. Just before Natasha's birth, they decided to move to the United States and left their old lives behind. Upon arrival in California, they changed their last name to Gurdon. Little is known about Woods' early life, but there are a few rumors and legends that have lingered. One story claims that while pregnant with Natalie, Maria visited a psychic who predicted that her child would be a star but warned of dark waters. Haunted by this, Maria instilled in her daughters a crippling fear of water.

Another story suggests that Maria, obsessed with her own thwarted artistic dreams, became fixated on ensuring her daughter became a famous actress, whether Natalie wanted to or not. To make her Hollywood ready, Maria changed Natasha's name to Natalie Wood at age four, a name that sounded simpler and more American. Maria's relentless pursuit of fame for her daughter was fueled by her own unrealized ambitions. She pushed Natalie into casting calls, and finally, at just five years old, Natalie made her brief debut in Happy Land, 1943. Though she was on screen for barely a few seconds, and didn't even appear in the credits, her mother's dreams of Hollywood success grew.

When Natalie failed to land any other significant roles, Maria's desperation only grew. After Natalie was initially turned down for Tomorrow is Forever, Maria begged the director, Irving Pick Hell, to reconsider. While he declined, he did suggest she auditioned for Miracle on 34-T-H Street. Natalie's performance was so moving that she landed a lead role, and from then on, doors swung open for her in Hollywood. Despite her success, Natalie later recalled her childhood as a mix of pressure and fear. I was always with adults, she once said, and tried hard not to disappoint anyone. I knew I had to perform and follow orders. Her mother's influence extended even to her emotional performances.

If a scene required Natalie to cry, Maria had a disturbing tactic, she would remove the wings from a butterfly right in front of her, making Natalie break down in tears. was often hurt physically as well, and the most notorious example was during the filming of the Green Promise, 1949, where she was injured in a scene with no stunt double or special effects. The fall broke her wrist and she nearly drowned, but she pushed through, determined to keep acting. The pressure only intensified as Natalie grew up. At 16, Maria took her to a powerful Hollywood producer's office, where Natalie was to meet him alone to advance her career. Lana Wood, Natalie's younger sister, would later reveal that this meeting.

was not as innocent as Maria might have hoped. After hours waiting outside, Lana and Maria grew anxious. Tragically, it was during this meeting that Natalie was assaulted. The experience left an indelible mark on her, igniting a fierce desire for independence. From that moment, she began to take control of her own life and eventually landed a defining role in Rebel without a cause. Her performance earned her an Academy Award nomination and a seven-year contract with Warner Brothers.

After breaking free from her mother's control, Natalie began exploring Hollywood on her own terms. She bought a Thunderbird, started smoking, and even dated Hollywood bad boys like James Dean and Dennis Hopper. There were rumors she briefly dated Elvis Presley. However, despite her rebellious streak, her heart was set on one person, Robert Wagner. Wagner and Woods' marriage was the stuff of Hollywood dreams, or so it seemed. Wagner, unlike Natalie, had an easier rise to fame. He was discovered in Beverly Hills while dining, made his film debut in the happy years,

1950, and quickly gained steady roles. But while Natalie's star continued to rise, Wagner's career began to stall. Public interest in their relationship was intense, and the media eagerly followed their every move, adding pressure on the couple to marry. Natalie was 19 and Wagner 27, when they tied the nod in 1957. Their careers diverged dramatically after marriage. won lead roles with ease, while Wagner struggled. They starred together in all the fine young cannibals, but the film was a critical failure. Natalie quickly moved on to Splendor

in the Grass, which won her another Oscar nomination, while Wagner's career continued to stagnate. Behind the scenes, their relationship grew tense with rumors of infidelity on both sides, and when Natalie allegedly had an affair with Warren Beatty, it ended their marriage in in 1962. After their divorce, Natalie continued her career, dating Warren Beatty and starring in major films like Gypsy in love with the proper stranger, the latter earning her a third Oscar nomination. But her personal life took a downturn when Beatty left her in 1966, sending her into a deep depression. After a failed suicide attempt, she began seeing a therapist five times a week. Life took a positive turn in 1969 when she married Richard Gregson, a film producer,

and the two welcomed a daughter, Natasha. Her career reignited briefly, but when she learned Gregson had cheated, she ended the marriage. It wasn't long before she found herself reconnecting with Wagner. In his autobiography, pieces of my heart, Wagner reflected on how natural their reunion felt. Unfortunately, their second marriage came with a price. Natalie, who had never fully conquered her fear of water, bought a yacht with Wagner in the 1970s. They married on board the Splendor, and in 1974, their daughter Courtney was born.

After Courtney's birth, Natalie retired from acting to focus on her family. But the 1980s brought tough times. Hollywood's focus had shifted to younger stars like Merrill Streep and Diane Keaton, leaving fewer opportunities for Natalie, now in her early 40s. Wagner's career, on the other hand, took off, and he enjoyed a period of renewed success. As his fame grew, Natalie's insecurities worsened. Once, she had been the star, now, he was. The tension between them simmered, and the media whispered about alleged affairs.

Although they chose to stay together, the pressures of their respective careers and personal insecurities strained their relationship. The events leading up to her death remained shrouded in mystery. According to some witnesses, the evening had been tense, with hints of jealousy flaring between Wagner and Wacken, Natalie's co-star, on Brainstorm. Others have speculated that Wagner was uncomfortable with her friendship with Wakan, and some have suggested that alcohol-fueled arguments escalated that night. In the early hours of November 29, 1981, Natalie Wood's life ended under mysterious circumstances.

Her death, initially ruled an accident, was revisited by investigators in later years as new testimonies surfaced. Though the exact events remain unclear, Natalie Wood's untimely death has left an indelible mark, with lingering questions that fuel speculation to this day. In 1981, Natalie Wood secured a role in the movie Brainstorm, a project that she was excited about, as it was a great opportunity for her career. The experience on set was so positive that she decided to celebrate it in a big way. During the filming, she became friends with her co-star, Christopher Walken,

and the two of them along with her husband, Robert Wagner, made plans to spend the Thanksgiving holiday together. On November 28, 1981, the trio set off for the island of Santa Catalina, California. They spent the day sightseeing and having fun, enjoying the scenic views. As the evening approached, they dined at the luxury. Harbors' beef restaurant, one of the island's finest dining establishments. Afterward, they returned to Wagner and Woods Yacht, Splendor, where things would take an unexpected turn. Multiple versions of what happened that night exist, and the true events

remain shrouded in mystery. Hashtag hashtag Robert Wagner's version of events. According to Robert Wagner, the evening went smoothly at the restaurant. The three of them ate, drank, and enjoyed their time together. Afterward, as they returned to the yacht, Wagner and Wauken started discussing politics. Wood, uninterested in the topic, decided to retire to her cabin early. Wagner claimed that after finishing their conversation around 1230 a.m., he and Wachan went to their respective cabins. When Wagner entered his cabin, he realized that Natalie was not in bed.

Panicked, he searched for her and soon discovered that the valiant, the yacht's inflatable dinghy, was missing as well. He immediately contacted the yacht's captain. Dennis Davern, and the two of them called the Coast Guard at 1.30 a.m. When the police interviewed Wauken, he insisted that he knew nothing about Natalie's disappearance. Captain Davern gave a similar response, claiming he was unaware of what had happened. Wagner, however, was eager to cooperate and offered two possible explanations. His first theory was that Natalie had taken the dingy to go for a ride along the coast,

but this was contradicted by the fact that she was found dead wearing pajamas, a jacket, and socks, not the attire of someone going for a late-night boat ride. The second explanation Wagner offered was that Natalie had been annoyed by the constant noise of the valiant banging against the side of the yacht. He said that she had asked him to go out and tie the dinghy securely, but when he took longer than expected, she grew frustrated, put on her jacket, and decided to secure it herself. According to Wagner, she slipped while attempting to tie the boat, fell into the water, and the dinghy drifted away. However, this theory seemed implausible, given that Natalie Wood had a known fear of water and had never ventured close to the dinghy, especially not on her own. Despite the inconsistencies, the police accepted Wagner's version, and the case was closed

without thoroughly considering the autopsy results. The autopsy revealed several troubling details, would had a blood alcohol level of 0.14, equivalent to about seven or eight glasses of wine, combined with sleeping pills and painkillers. Her clothing, the bruises and abrasions found on her body, and the time of her death all raised serious questions. The autopsy indicated that she had died around 1.30 a.m., around the same time Wagner supposedly called the Coast Guard. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the evidence and discrepancies. There were several key issues with Wagner's account. For one, the evening at the restaurant was not as idyllic as he claimed. Weight staff had to kick the three out of the restaurant after witnessing a heated argument.

Wagner allegedly threw a glass of wine on the floor, and the three of them were reportedly shouting and threatening each other for much of the night. Additionally, a couple on a nearby yacht reported hearing a woman's voice calling for help, followed by a man's voice, which sounded intoxicated, reassuring her that help was on the way. However, given the reputation of the wealthy people involved, no one wanted to get involved, and it took years for this couple to come forward. Wood's sister, Lana, never believed Wagner's version of events. For years, she conducted her own investigation, convinced that Wagner had been responsible for her sister's death.

Lana suspected that Robert Wagner had struck Natalie and then thrown her overboard, making the incident appear like an accident. However, the police closed the case, and it wasn't until 2008 that new revelations came to light. Hashtag hashtag Robert Wagner's changing story. In 2008, Wagner published his autobiography, pieces of my heart, where he devoted several pages to discussing the incident with Natalie. His version of the events had changed significantly. Now, Wagner claimed that, on the day of November 28, Natalie and Christopher Walken had spent the day together in the valiant dinghy while he remained on the yacht. He later found them at the restaurant and, despite his jealousy, insisted that there had been no argument. He said that the argument occurred later, back on the yacht, when Walken made a comment suggesting that Natalie needed to focus more on her career than on her family.

Wagner allegedly exploded in anger, leading to a heated confrontation. At some point, Natalie went to her cabin, and she was never seen alive again after that night. While the details of their argument remained unclear, Wagner's story is difficult to reconcile with the evidence. Hashtag hashtag-Hastagin's account. In 2009, Dennis Davern, the yacht's captain, finally came forward with his own account of the events. In his book Goodbye, Splendor, Goodbye Natalie, he claimed that the three actors had indeed argued loudly both at the restaurant and later on the yacht. He said that he tried

to remain neutral, as his job was to navigate the yacht and not to interfere in their personal issues. According to Davern, the argument escalated once they returned to the yacht, and the noise was so intense that he had to turn up the music to drown it out. Davern suggested two possible theories for what happened next. One theory was that Natalie had been flirting with Wakan all day, and Wagner, consumed with jealousy, exploded during the dinner. The fight continued on the yacht, where Wagner was certain that Natalie and Wauken had a romantic connection. In his anger, Wagner might have lashed out at his wife, and Natalie, wanting to escape, decided to leave the scene. The second theory Davern offered was more complex.

He suggested that Natalie and Wagner's marriage was already troubled, with both of them having extramarital affairs. Natalie was rumored to have had a fling with actor Warren Beatty, while Wagner was allegedly involved with another man. This theory proposed that the argument stemmed from Natalie's suspicions that Wagner was having an affair with Wakan, which might have been the catalyst for the explosive argument that followed. At some point, the fighting stopped, and Wagner reportedly spent time with Davern in the galley of the yacht. Hours later, Wagner noticed that Natalie was missing. When Davern suggested that they turn on the yacht's floodlights to help find her, Wagner refused, stating that he didn't want to

cause a scene. By the time the Coast Guard was contacted, hours had passed. Davern's testimony, particularly his claim that Wagner never called the Coast Guard as he had initially stated, raised significant doubts about the original account of events. Hashtag hashtag the reopened case. In 2011, after years of public scrutiny and new revelations, the case was reopened. Detective Ralph Fernandez and Lieutenant John Corina announced that they had new evidence and witnesses pointing to Wagner as the prime suspect in Natalie Wood's death. Despite the mounting evidence, Wagner continued to deny any wrongdoing, maintaining that the death was a tragic accident. The new investigation brought forward the idea that Natalie's injuries, which included bruises and abrasions, were likely sustained before her death. The police also questioned why would would have been on the valiant at all, dressed in

pajamas and socks, in such rough seas. As more details came to light, the case shifted from being an accident to a possible homicide. Hashtag hashtag-h-h-h-h-tag conclusion, what happened that night? As of today, the mystery of Natalie Wood's death remains unsolved, and Robert Wagner is considered a person of interest in the case. The various conflicting versions of events, the suspicious lack of action following Wood's disappearance, and the autopsy results all suggest that Wagner may have been responsible for her death. However, many people close to Wagner, including his daughters, continue to defend his innocence. What really happened that night remains a puzzle? Was Natalie's death a tragic accident, as Wagner

claims, or was it something far darker? The lack of clear answers and the refusal of Wagner and Wachan to speak further only add to the intrigue and mystery surrounding the case. She would tell families that 4,000 yen was nothing compared to what they were going to spend in the future on medicine, clothes, food, and school. There were many expenses, and 4,000 yen, compared to all of that, was nothing. That's why many families ended up accepting. We begin. Everything started on January 12, 1948, when two officers from the Hueta Police Department in Japan decided to investigate the home business of Ryutaro Nagasaki, 54 years old. The man ran a funeral home, and according to some sources, he lived in the same place, the lower floor was for the business

and the upper floor was the residence. We don't know exactly what the police were looking for, whether someone tipped them off, if they had a lead, we don't know anything. But whatever the case, inside the funeral home, they found five wooden boxes, five very small boxes, inside of which were the lifeless bodies of five newborn babies. They interrogated Nagasaki and discovered that the five bodies came from the maternity section of the Kodobuki Hospital, and that he had been tasked with burning them without asking any questions. Obviously, the agents were very surprised by this, so they asked more questions and discovered that he had already burned about 40 bodies, 40 newborn bodies, for each of which he received a payment of 500 yen.

So, the police launched an investigation and discovered that the five babies who had not yet been burned had not died of natural causes but rather from negligence. The police expanded the search and found that in a nearby temple to the funeral home, there were 30 more bodies, 30 newborns supposedly from Kodobuki Hospital. And this is when the case of the demon midwife Miyuki Shikawa begins. Miyuki Shikawa was born sometime in 1897 in Kitomi, Miyazaki Prefecture. We don't have information about her childhood or family life, but according to some records, we know she studied at the University of Tokyo, where some sources say she met the man

who would become her future husband, Takashi Shikawa. The couple spent a whole life together, but unfortunately, they had no children. This decision seemed to be conscious. After World War II ended, Japan's economy was in ruins, there were not enough resources for everyone, and many families were left with nothing. It is said that some people would even wait for hours in line to get a simple bowl of ramen. But incredibly, in this context, a very interesting social phenomenon occurred, there was a massive baby boom.

At the time, some experts came up with a couple of hypotheses. The first is that many marriages have been postponed due to the war, the men left, fought, and upon returning, decided to marry and start a family. The second hypothesis is that people wanted a fresh start, a new beginning, and thus decided to have children. However, we're not talking about a couple hundred kids a year, we're talking about 2.6 million annually between 1947 and 1949. These were extreme numbers, and the majority of the population was poor. And so, the third hypothesis arises, that most people did not have access to contraception and abortion in Japan at the time was illegal. In this context, it seems very

normal that the Shikawa couple decided not to have children. The economy was not good, and so they focused on their careers, on studying, training, and getting good jobs. And it must be said that this decision went very well for Miyuki Shikawa. After graduating from the University of Tokyo, she found a job as a midwife at Kodobuki Hospital and did so well that over the years, she became the director of the maternity section, a fact that would later be very important. Over the years, Miyuki assisted in a large number of births and oversaw the care of hundreds of newborns. Japan was suffering a terrible crisis, and it seemed like people didn't understand. They were hungry, thirsty, cold, and still brought more mouths into this world to feed.

So she began reviewing the reports of the parents of the babies she helped deliver and realized something terrifying, most of them were poor and did not have enough income to support a family without experiencing economic problems. In her mind, these people would lose their homes, go hungry, beg in the streets, and the children would end up dying, or be abandoned, get sick, or die of hunger. So she decided to ask for help from charity and social services, but none of them answered the calls or letters. They ignored her. So she started telling some mothers without resources that their babies were still born.

She would say the babies have been born dead and then take them from their mothers and leave them in a separate room. What happened next was the following. Some cried until they suffocated, others cried until they got tired and, realizing no one was listening, went quiet and died in silence. Whatever the case, the babies died of hunger, had skin and respiratory issues, and of course, malnutrition. As you'd expect, it's hard to hide the cries of a baby, and all the nurses in the maternity ward knew what was happening. They knew there was a room with babies who were going to die, but unfortunately, they couldn't do anything. It was the director's plan, and if they said something, they could get in trouble. So many of them resigned.

Many would think this stopped Miyuki, but unfortunately, the opposite happened. She didn't care about having fewer workers, because morally, she felt she was doing the right thing. In her mind, she wasn't killing the children, she was letting them die. And that was very different. And over time, she had a brilliant idea, she was sparing many families' long-term suffering, and therefore, doing good for the community. A good deed she could profit from. So she and her husband Takashi decided to negotiate directly with the parents.

They studied the family history, income, and then went to the families and asked directly if they wanted the children. If the answer was yes, there was no problem. If the answer was no or doubtful, they would ask if they wanted to, give up the children. It's unclear whether, give up meant adoption, foster care, or straight up killing, but What is clear is that for removing that burden from the parents, the Shakawa's charged 4,000 yen, a figure that at the time was very high. Not everyone could afford that amount, but Miyuki had a strong argument.

She would tell families that 4,000 yen was nothing compared to what they were going to spend in the future on medicine, clothes, food, and school. There were many expenses, and 4,000 yen, compared to all of that, was nothing. And so many families ended up accepting. A business like this requires a team of partners, and Miyuki knew exactly where to find them. She asked for help from Dr. Shiro Nakayama and his assistant Masako Kishi. These individuals were in charge of falsifying the baby's death certificates, and it said they signed around 39 documents. Also, to avoid raising suspicion, the team bribed some offices

in the Shinjuku District of Tokyo. Miyuki and Takashi would speak to families, receive payment, then take the children and provide death certificates. When the babies died, they would get rid of the bodies. One destination was various corners of Shinjuku, another was a nearby temple, and finally, there was the funeral home of Yutara Nagasaki, age 54. They would take the bodies there, pay him 500 yen, and tell him not to ask questions, just burn them. This bloody plan seemed perfect, but it came to an end in 1948.

For years, it seems the government turned a blind eye. Many babies were dying at Kodobuki Hospital, but many were also being born all over the country. However, it suspected that someone spilled the beans, a scared nurse, a discontent father, a regretful mother, no one knows exactly who, but the fact is, the police started investigating. And on January 12, 1948, two police officers went to Nagasaki's funeral home and discovered five small wooden boxes containing the lifeless bodies of five newborns. This led the agents to interrogate Nagasaki, who quickly admitted to having been paid to cremate 30 newborn bodies from Kodobuki Hospital. If this already sounds shocking, wait until you hear what came next. Forty more

bodies were found in a nearby temple. It said that many more were found in Shinjuku, in the hospital itself, and of course, the news spread like wildfire. All the newspapers covered it, and under social pressure, the police ordered autopsies on the five babies found in the funeral home. At first, the cause of death seemed natural, they were believed to have been stillborn. But later, it was discovered this was false. They had died from neglect, respiratory problems, hunger, and asphyxiation. These children had been abandoned to die. And so, on January 15th, an arrest warrant was issued for Miyuki and Takashi Shikawa. With the couple in prison, authorities searched for their accomplices and quickly arrested Dr. Nakayama and Masako Kishi.

The exact number of deaths caused by these individuals is unknown, but it is estimated to be between 103 and 169. And here comes the most maddening part of this case. When Miyuki Shakawa was called to testify, she declared herself innocent. In front of the judge, journalists, and jury, the woman said she was innocent of all charges. She claimed she had never, killed any children, she simply let them die. She also claimed that everything that happened wasn't her fault but the parents, irresponsible people who brought children into a world they couldn't afford. All those babies would have died anyway, today, tomorrow, later, she didn't know when, but their fate was death. She also pointed out that in the last stage of her, crimes,

she received 4,000 yen from the parents themselves. The parents paid her to get rid of the babies. She even claimed that some mothers begged her to kill them. So she believed she was doing good. This argument divided Japanese society in two. The first group was completely against what Miyuki and her team had done. For them, these people were murderers. They had killed innocent babies who deserved to live. The second group agreed with what they did.

They believed in her arguments and thought she had done a good thing. And now comes the moment when justice acts. Japanese law considered these acts crimes of omission, and for that reason, Miyuki Shikawa was sentenced to eight years in prison. Takashi, Dr. Nakayama, and Masako Kishi were each sentenced to four years. In 1952, the Shikawa couple appealed the sentences, and the Tokyo High Court reduced them by half. Miyuki would serve four years, and Takashi only two. Before this crime, Japan had already experienced similar events. In 1930, several people from Itabashi in Tokyo were accused of killing 41 children, and

three years later, a man named Justo Kawamata was arrested for allegedly killing 25 children he had taken into his home. But once again, the sentences were very low, because newborns in Japan had no rights. According to sources, Japan's 1907 criminal code treated infanticide only as the direct killing of a child. If the baby's body had clear signs of life, it was infanticide. If it didn't, it was negligence, and the punishment was much lighter or non-existent. However, when the case of Miyuki Shikawa came to light in 1948, things began to change. On July 13th of that year, the mother's body protection law was created, which helped establish the national midwife examination system. Not just anyone could attend a birth,

midwives had to have specific training. And the year later, on June 24th, 1949, the abortion law for economic reasons was passed, meaning that if a woman couldn't support a child, she could have an abortion. So now it's your turn. What do you think of the case? Do you think what these people did was just? Sir, this is 911. Can I help you? I need help. They're on their way. Is your wife breathing? She in progress do CPR. How old is your? What of Sergy? We begin on Wednesday, April 11, 2007. It promised to be a day like any other. Dr. Martin McNeil left home early to take his granddaughter to school and then go to work. He was a bit worried because a week before, his wife had undergone cosmetic surgery. Her face was swollen,

she was very tired, and the medication wasn't sitting well with her. If she didn't take pills, her entire face hurt, and if she did, she would knock out. Before leaving, he talked to her for a while. Then he went down for breakfast, got ready, and came back to say goodbye. At this point, he saw her completely destroyed. She wasn't moving from the bed, barely speaking. She was trying to communicate and couldn't. So, from work, around 9.10 a.m., he picked up the phone and called his oldest daughter, Alexis.

He talked to her for a while and expressed his concern. He didn't know what was happening with Michelle, that he was worried. Then he hung up. He spent the whole morning thinking about it, and at 11.35 he went to pick up his granddaughter from school. He picked her up, and they walked home. At 1144, they walked through the door. As soon as they entered, they greeted loudly, but Michelle didn't respond. So, the little girl ran upstairs to the master bed.

room. Minutes passed and nothing was heard, but suddenly the girl started screaming, she found her grandmother unconscious in the bathtub. At 1146, Martin McNeil grabbed the phone and called 911. Music, who's in the? B is. Music, conscious. I need to, sir, I can't understand you, okay. Can you calm down just a little bit? Okay. Your wife is unconstitutional. Your wife is unconscious. She is unconscious. Water, did you, did you get her out of the water? She's under the water. Okay, is she breathing at all? Okay, sir, the ambulance is on their way. Okay, do not hang up, what, sir? Music. Why would an adult female be? Sir, this is 911, can I help you? I need, they're on their way. Is your wife breathing? She is not doing.

How old is your? Music, wife. What kind of surgery did, she, have? Music. The shocking thing here is that Martin doesn't last long on the call. He's, underscore, underscore, nervous, has no patience, and quickly hangs up the phone. The operator calls again, asks for his information, asks how she is, and the man is in a big rush. There are about three calls.

The first one is made by Martin, he barely gives any info, he's screaming, and hangs up. The second call is made by the operator. They tell the man to perform CPR on the woman, and he says he's already doing it. And once again, he hangs up. And another very interesting detail is that when they ask for the address, the man gives a wrong one. Maybe he's nervous, maybe he's shaken, but that causes the ambulance to arrive late. It's total chaos. And when the paramedics arrive, they begin CPR.

They know Martin already tried it, but now it's their turn. And when they try, they see water coming out of the patient's mouth, a detail that will later be important. There's nothing striking on the woman's body. No bruises, no wounds. And the autopsy reveals she died accidentally, she suffered a heart attack, slipped, and drowned in the bathtub. up. Case closed, you might think. But unfortunately, this story is just getting started. The victim in today's case was Michelle Marie Summers, born January 15, 1957, in Concord, California, one of the daughters of Helen and Milton Summers. Since she was little, Michelle was known as a shy, sweet,

and reserved girl. She had very expressive eyes and great talent for the arts, she played violin, acted. In high school, she became very popular, the typical movie-type girl. She had lots of friends, admirers, was a cheerleader, and of course, became prom queen. She was practically the perfect girl, very smart, got good grades, was beautiful, and only cared about her studies and her religion. She was a very active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormon Church. She went to all the activities, had many friends there, and her family said she was very devout. In her last year as a student, Michelle signed up for an exchange program and went to Switzerland. After returning to the U.S., she became a model, and in

1976, she was named Miss Concord. This woman had a brilliant future, she could study anything she wanted, or model, or even both. Whatever she chose, it would be perfect. But unfortunately, during a church activity, she met the man who would become her husband, Martin Joseph McNeil, a doctor and lawyer who was a year older than her. From minute one, her parents didn't like him. They thought he was cold, calculating, manipulative, and felt he did whatever he wanted with Michelle. He controlled how she talked, dressed, expressed herself.

They warned her more than once, but Michelle didn't listen. To her, Martin was perfect, intelligent, sharp, charismatic. And a few months later, they all over. and got married. The exact date was February 21st, 1978, and according to some sources, no one was invited. They went to a chapel, signed papers, and immediately became Mr. and Mrs. McNeil. This is very interesting because no one expected that, Michelle wasn't that type of person. But with Martin, she was changing. For months after the wedding, Martin left for work for six months, and Michelle wasn't surprised. In just five years of marriage, they had four biological

children, and over time, they adopted three more girls from Ukraine. Some sources say they had eight kids, but the youngest, Ada, wasn't their daughter, she was their granddaughter. Rachel, the oldest daughter, had a troubled youth, so Martin and Michelle took custody of that child. So in reality, they had seven children, not eight. Outwardly, This family's life seemed ideal. Michelle was a housewife, and Martin was a doctor and lawyer, earning enough to buy a huge house in Pleasant Grove, Utah. Over time, Martin kept climbing professionally, he became the medical director at Utah's

developmental center and also a Mormon bishop. But inside the home, the perfect story had many cracks. Michelle's family couldn't stand Martin, they didn't trust him, didn't like how he treated her or the kids. They saw him as dark, arrogant, manipulative. A man who loved to show off, his money, his house, everything. To them, he wasn't a good guy. And then there were constant rumors of infidelity. Michelle was very faithful, loved Martin above all. But he didn't feel the same. He would disappear, say it was for work, come home late, always, because of work. In 1994, Michelle confronted him, she suspected he was cheating. Martin responded terribly, said she was

crazy, making it up, and if she kept insisting, he would take his own life. In 2000, something similar happened, Michelle caught him using drugs, confronted him again, and once more, he threatened suicide. Between 2005 and 2007, the pattern repeated, Martin again threatened to do something crazy. In 2007, Michelle Summer started feeling very insecure. She had been suspicious for years and now believed her husband was cheating. Martin had a foot injury, he wasn't supposed to move much or do physical effort. Yet, he went to the gym, tanned, dressed well, used cologne. That obviously raised suspicions. So Michelle confronted him, she said she was sure he was cheating, that he dressed up too much, and she had doubts. Martin flipped the situation, he said that if he was

cheating, it was her fault. That she didn't take care of herself, had gained weight, wasn't the same woman he married. That if she wanted to save their marriage, she had to get surgery. He didn't say it directly, he implied it. Made Michelle feel like she wasn't pretty anymore. When the kids found out, they were furious. They told their mom she didn't need surgery. that she was still beautiful. But Michelle believed Martin. She looked in the mirror and no longer felt pretty, she saw herself fat, wrinkled, old. So in March that year, she and Martin visited a surgeon, Dr. Scott Thompson, whose office was across town. They talked about what she wanted and what she didn't. They mentioned she had high blood pressure, so it was best for her to lose weight before

surgery. The plan was to wait, change habits, exercise, and then have surgery. But Martin, without consulting Michelle, scheduled it for April 3rd of that year. Remember, the consultation was in March, and he booked surgery for April 3rd. Michelle didn't have time to prepare, but Martin didn't care. He talked to the doctor, booked the date, and when Michelle realized, she was already in the war. Luckily, the surgery went well, and, and, and he talked to the doctor, and and on April 4th, Michelle was discharged. Dr. Scott Thompson prescribed, Vicodin, Sulpedum, Diazepam, Oxycodone, Promethazine, and Cephelexin. Usually, after surgery, this doctor never prescribed both diazepam and oxycodone.

Combined poorly, they could kill a patient. If misused, everything could go wrong. But Martin insisted. He said he was a qualified doctor, knew how to administer it. and that his wife couldn't handle the pain. He assured again and again that he knew what he was doing, what times, what combinations. That night, April 4, 2007, Martin and Michelle returned home. She took her meds.

The next morning, April 5th, their daughter Alexis arrived home from college. She was studying medicine, and that week was on break. When she walked in, she found her mom out of it, barely moving, could hardly breathe. She asked her parents for all the meds, to see what her mom was taking. When she saw it, she was horrified. She saw oxycodone and diazepam, and Martin told her not to worry. Alexis couldn't believe it. So, over the next few days, she took full care of her mother, waking her, giving her the meds, making sure she was okay.

Little by little, Michelle recovered, she talked, walked, moved. Her face was still bandaged and swollen, but overall, she was doing fine. On April 6th, she got out of bed and confronted her husband, not about the meds, not about poisoning, but because she was convinced he was cheating again. She had found a phone bill with a repeated number. A number registered to a woman named Gypsy Willis. Once again, Martin denied it. They argued.

After the fight, Michelle went to Alexis and said, If something happens to me, make sure it wasn't your father. To be continued. After arguing for a while, Michelle approaches her daughter Alexis and says the following. If something happens to me, make sure it wasn't your father. On April 10th, Alexis takes a flight back to class but feels happy because her mother is doing much better. With the medication properly administered, she was herself again, talking, moving, perfectly fine. And the next day, April 11th at 844 in the morning,

Michelle and Alexis speak on the phone. Michelle is cheerful, happy, strong, and Alexis relaxes even more. It had all been a misunderstanding and it seems like Martin hasn't done anything wrong. But at 9-10, Martin McNeil calls his daughter to say he's very worried, that Michelle is barely moving, barely talking, that she's acting very strange. And immediately, all the alarms go off. Hours go by, and apparently, Martin goes to work, drops his granddaughter off at school, goes to work, and at 11.35 picks up his granddaughter again and heads home. At 1144, more or less, they walk in through the door. They greet Michelle loudly, but she doesn't respond.

So the little girl runs upstairs to see her and finds her body unconscious in the bathtub. According to the girl, the woman was inside the water, face up, and with her eyes. eyes open. And at 1146, Martin makes three emergency calls. In those calls, rather than worried, the man seems annoyed, he's yelling, says she's fallen in the tub, that he pulled her body out, hangs up, says he'll do CPR. Emergency calls back, instructs him what to do, asks for the address, and the man gives the wrong one and hangs up again. They call back again, he finally gives the correct address, and the paramedics arrive. With the paramedics there, something very interesting happens, they try CPR again, and see that water comes out of Michelle's mouth, something that shouldn't happen if Martin had already done CPR. The water should have come out then. Which means either he did it wrong, or he didn't do it at all. As the paramedics rush her to the hospital, Martin turns to his son Damien and Damien's girlfriend, and asks them to flush all of Michelle's pills down the toilet. Every pill Michelle had been taking hat to disappear.

appear. If people find out Michelle had surgery, it will be a shame for all of us, he says. She wouldn't want people to know, so Damien and his girlfriend obey without question. At the hospital, Michelle Summers is declared dead, and the cause of death is ruled an accident. She supposedly suffered a heart attack, slipped, and drowned in the tub. Martin uses that document to rush the funeral, which is held on April 14, 2007, literally three days, after Michelle's death. Of course, many people complained about this, and anyone who did was not allowed to attend the funeral. Several friends of the couple were present, and among them was a woman who stood out, Gypsy Jillian Willis, who didn't leave Martin's side for a single

moment. Two weeks after Michelle's death, Martin calls a family meeting. He says between his leg injury and work, he doesn't have time, he can't clean the house, can't take care of the younger kids. he's decided to hire a nanny. The older kids refuse completely. Even though they have jobs and their own lives, they say they can care for their siblings, no problem. But Martin insists, he says he's already made the decision, that he's already called the girl and hired her. Her name is something like Gypsy Willis. Gypsy Jillian Willis. And when Alexis hears the name, she knows exactly who it is. She accuses her father of bringing his lover into the house. But Martin denies the accusations. He says she's just a normal nanny, will clean and take care of the kids.

But when the woman shows up, she does none of that. The kids are furious and convinced that Martin killed their mother. So the older daughters, Vanessa, Rachel, and Alexis, go to the police. They report the case, their mother died under strange circumstances. The funeral was too quick, the mistress is now living in the house. But the police don't want to listen. They see the three girls as jealous and possessive daughters. Getting no help, the girls go to the media. They think that if they make noise, the police will take them seriously.

But even the press doesn't want to listen. They also call them jealous, obsessive daughters who can't move on. And once again, they get nothing. Desperate, the girls turn to Michelle's sister, Linda Clough. Linda doesn't mess around. She immediately sends two letters, one to John Huntsman, then governor of Utah, and the second to the Utah County Attorney's Office. In both letters, she lays out the entire case, and pleads for them to exhume Michelle

Summers' body, requesting a new autopsy and investigation. Thanks to that, finally, something begins to happen. But before exhuming the body, they decide to investigate Martin Joseph McNeil. Who was he? What had he studied? Did he have a criminal record? And yes, they find some very interesting details. To begin with, Martin joined the military in 1973, at just 17 years old.

Two years later, he requested disability leave due to supposed mental health problems. That leave came with a pension that lasted many years. For months after marrying Michelle, Martin left for six months for an important job far from home, but in reality, he was in prison for forgery, theft, and fraud. The following year, Martin focused on his studies. He studied law, but during that time got the idea of becoming a doctor. So he faked documents and got into California's medical school. He forged transcripts, recommendations, and studied osteopathic medicine. After finishing, he faked more documents to get into law school.

Martin Joseph McNeil was a fraud from head to toe. Throughout his life, he forged all kinds of documents. Which meant the police now saw him as capable of something much worse. Years pass. At one point, Martin sends one of his adopted documents. daughters, Giselle, to Ukraine, a summer trip to learn about her roots, culture, people. She was supposed to return in August. But August comes and she doesn't return. Then September, still nothing. Her siblings demand the truth, ask where Giselle is. Martin says,

she's not coming back. No one could contact her. So Linda Clough and her daughter Jill intervene. Jill travels to Ukraine, finds Giselle, and brings her back to the U.S. And once back, they initiate a legal case against Martin. On May 28, 2008, Linda goes to court to file for a protective order against Martin, and asks for full custody of Michelle and Martin's adopted daughters. On August 11, 2008, Martin gives up his parental rights and custody. Linda begins the adoption process, and discovers something she, shocking. While registering one girl and then another, she realizes there are two Gisels.

Two Gisels living in the same house. Same birth date. But 20 years apart. What does this mean? Someone had been impersonating Giselle's identity, and that someone was none other than Gypsy Jillian Willis. Gypsy apparently had debts, and to avoid them, she stole Gisle's identity. They sent Giselle to Ukraine, got rid of her, and with her gone. they stole her name and legal documents. With Giselle out of the picture, they also decided the adopted daughters needed to disappear. The adopted girls would be sent to Ukraine, and Rachel's daughter, Michelle's granddaughter, would be adopted by a family in California.

They didn't want anything to do with them. They just wanted to be happy together. With the whole story exposed, in 2008, Martin McNeil and Gypsy Willis were arrested for identity theft. In 2009, they were sentenced to four and three years in prison, respectively. In 2011, Gypsy was released on parole, and in July the following year, Martin was released too, not knowing that while he was in jail, Michelle's autopsy had been re-examined. It revealed she had high levels of various medications. Individually not alarming, but combined, potentially lethal, able to cause a heart attack,

the same heart attack that may have killed Michelle Summers. So on August 24, 2012, Martin Joseph McNeil was arrested, and formally charged with the murder of Michelle Summers. The trial began on October 17, 2013, with many witnesses, lovers, patients, inmates, family, and former employers. Dr. Scott Thompson, who operated on Michelle, repeated that he never prescribed both diazepam and oxycodone. The combination was deadly. But Martin insists claimed he knew how to administer them, and as a fellow professional, Thompson trusted him. Martin's son Damien and his girlfriend testified that Martin made them flush all the pills, thinking they were helping the family, but actually destroying evidence.

The paramedics testified that a lot of water came from Michelle's mouth, which showed Martin didn't perform CPR, or did it wrong. For inmates testified that Martin bragged about killing Michelle. Their testimonies were dismissed, but many believed them. Another lover, Anna Osborne Wall, said Martin claimed, he could kill and never get caught, and that he even admitted to killing his brother Rufus Roy McNeil, who was also found dead in a bathtub, in a nearly identical way to Michelle. Martin also said he wanted to kill his mother, and claimed to have killed several patients, merciful deaths. The trial was highly

publicized, TV, newspapers, documentaries. The prosecution had strong testimony. and evidence. The defense said it was all an accident. They claimed Martin didn't perform proper CPR because of his foot injury, but he had no medical records or proof of injury. They also claimed Michelle wasn't fully submerged, only half. Michelle's granddaughter said she was in the water. Martin denied it. A bathtub identical to the crime scenes was brought into court. They tested positions, theories, how much water she could have swallowed. And finally, Gypsy Jillian Willis testified, one of the few to defend Martin. But no one trusted her. The trial lasted 22 days. The jury deliberated for 11 hours.

And on November 9, 2013, Martin Joseph McNeil was found guilty of, first-degree murder and sentenced to 15 years. He also received 15 more years for obstruction of justice. The last we know is that Martin was also sentenced to 15 more years, for accusing his daughter Alexis for years, a trial held behind closed doors. On December 6, 2013, Martin tried to take his own life in prison, unsuccessfully. He tried again on April 9, 2017, and this time succeeded. Many sources believe he didn't really want to die, he just wanted attention. Now it's your turn. What do you think about the case?

Do you believe the ending was fair? The end. Maurizio Gucci's rise to the head of the Gucci Empire was paved with high-stake strategy and a bit of family manipulation. He had managed to pull off a remarkable plan with the help of Arab investors who played a key role in his scheme. The plan was simple but audacious, convince his uncle and cousins to sell their shares in Gucci, allowing Maurizio to become the sole Gucci left with a stake in the company, thus becoming the ultimate owner. Despite rumors and accusations of shady dealings, Morizio avoided any legal troubles due to a lack concrete evidence, and his strategy fell perfectly into place. The first to cave was Paolo

Gucci, Mauricio's cousin, who, due to personal conflicts with his father and brothers, was eager to sever ties with them. Roberto and Giorgio soon followed, and finally, even Aldo Gucci, Mauricio's uncle, decided to let go of his stake. With the entire family bought out, Maurizio became the lone Gucci at the helm. For Mauritio, this was an exhilarating victory, even if it meant alienating the rest of the family. He didn't seem to care, they were no longer relevant in his plans. Now in charge, Maurizio began reshaping Gucci according to his own vision. First, he decided to cut ties with the franchise stores his relatives had established, resulting

in a loss of around $100 million. Then, in a bold move, he opted to steer away from the mass market appeal Gucci had adopted, focusing instead on the luxury market. This meant discontinuing the lower-priced products, leading to another $40 million in losses. His vision didn't stop there, he wanted to expand the brand beyond shoes and handbags, so he brought in Tom Ford, a designer with a daring style that would shake things up at Gucci. Maurizio had big ideas, but his decisions were costing the company a lot of money. Meanwhile, Patricia Regiani, Mauricio's ex-wife, was feeling the impact of his financial decisions too.

Patricia had grown accustomed to living lavishly, reportedly spending around $200,000 each month. After their split, her income was reduced to $150,000 a month, which she found unacceptable, especially now that Gucci was bleeding money. As the company's financial troubles deepened, her monthly income dropped again to $90,000, a figure Patricia simply couldn't bear. She made it her mission to confront Maurizio whenever possible, demanding that he uphold the lifestyle she felt she deserved. Witnesses recall her publicly accusing Maurizio of ungratefulness, claiming he owed everything

to her support, and she didn't shy away from her. storming into his office, only to be removed by security time and time again. In 1992, Patricia's life took a dramatic turn when she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. She underwent a risky surgery, but Maurizio did not visit her. Instead, he sent a simple bouquet with a card bearing only his name. Patricia took this as the ultimate insult, and it left a deep mark on her. In her journal, she recorded a single word in Italian, vendetta, meaning, revenge. Her anger toward Maurizio intensified, especially now that he was an enemy not only to her, but also to his own family.

Eventually, the Arab investors who had helped Maurizio take control grew frustrated with the company's losses. No one invests in a business expecting it to fail, and they had had enough. In September, they offered Maurizio $120 million to step away from Gucci. Morizio saw this as a decent deal, but for Patricia, it was devastating. She viewed it as the end of everything, a death sentence even. Without Gucci, Maurizio had no other job prospects, and while he had a hefty sum in the bank, he no longer had a steady income. The prospect of her monthly allowance dwindling to nearly nothing terrified her.

To make matters worse, if Maurizio remarried or had more children, her daughters stood to inherit far less. To her, that was unacceptable. She saw only one way out, if something happened to Mauritio before any new airs appeared, she and her daughters would inherit everything. In late 1994, Maurizio sent Patricia divorce papers, offering her an annual settlement of $850,000. Patricia was infuriated. She saw this as a paltry amount, especially when she learned Maurizio had moved on and found

a new partner, Paola Franke, who seemed to fit his new life better. Paola was calm, understated, everything Patricia was not. Patricia refused to settle for what she called scraps and became fixated on the idea that if If Maurizio were to have an accident, before marrying Paola, she and her daughters would receive his entire fortune. On the morning of March 27, 1995, Mauritio walked into his office in Milan. He greeted the doorman and started up the stairs. Suddenly, three shots hit him, and as the doorman rushed to his aid, a fourth shot struck

Mauritio. The shooter was seen by several witnesses as he fled, a man wearing a baseball cap and denim jacket. For the next two years, police searched for Mauricio's killer. Rumors circulated that the Italian mafia might be involved, after all, Maurizio had enemies in many places. But the mafia was unlikely to leave witnesses in such a public setting, suggesting that the crime was amateurish. Eventually, suspicions turned toward Mauricio's own family.

Both his cousin Paolo and Patricia had publicly expressed hatred for him, but proving their involvement was a different matter altogether. Over time, Patricia became a prime suspect, especially after investigators learned she'd been asking people for years if they knew anyone who could kill Maurizio. Some reports claim she even consulted lawyers about potential legal defenses if she were to murder her ex-husband. One particularly damning detail was in Patricia's own journal, on the day Maurizio was killed, she wrote the Greek word paradisos, meaning paradise.

Still, none of these clues connected Patricia directly to the hitman, and with no physical evidence linking her to the crime, the case grew cold. In early 1997, a man named Gabrielle contacted the police with a chilling story. He had once lived in Italy but had relocated to the U.S., only to be deported back to Italy due to some issues with the FBI. He ended up at a low-budget hotel in Milan, where he befriended the doorman, a man named Ivan Savione. Ivan, it turned out, couldn't stop boasting about his role in Mauricio's murder, claiming he was the driver who had helped the hitman escape. Ivan also complained that Patricia, whom he referred to as the Black Widow, hadn't paid them enough for the job. Gabrielle wanted no part in this scandal,

so he volunteered to wear a wire and record his conversations with Ivan. In these tapes, the police learned something shocking, Patricia had not directly contacted a hitman but instead relied on her best friend, a woman named Pina orima. Known among her friends as Pina, she fancied herself a mystic, claiming to read tea leaves and tarot cards. For years, she had advised both Patricia and Maurizio on everything from financial matters to love. After Mauritio and Patricia separated, Pina sided with Patricia, and her so-called guidance only fueled Patricia's hatred. At Patricia's request, Pina performed various rituals and provided potions intended to bring harm to Maurizio. But when these spells didn't work, Patricia asked Pina

to find people who would handle the matter more directly. Pina then arranged for two men, a hotel doorman and a mechanic, to meet Patricia and planned the murder. After receiving their payment, the men carried out the assassination, and soon, the killing of Maurizio Gucci dominated headlines. Patricia later admitted that she had despised Maurizio, mostly for divorcing her and taking away what she saw as her family legacy. I was filled with rage, she confessed, though she always denied orchestrating the murder. Instead, she claimed Pina had arranged everything and then tried to extort money from her.

Her defense argued that Patricia's brain tumor had left her mentally incapable of plotting a murder. But no one believed her, and a significant deposit in her bank account matched the amount peanut claimed to have received as payment for the hit. The shooter was sentenced to life in prison, while Patricia received 29 years, of which she served 18 under remarkably comfortable conditions. She had her own cell, could keep a pet ferret, had plants, wore her own clothes, and received frequent visitors. Though the jury didn't buy her story, her two daughters did, and they fought for years to get her released. In 2011, Patricia was offered conditional freedom if she would perform

community service, but she famously refused, stating, I've never worked in my life, and I don't intend to start now. Her release was eventually granted in 2016. When Patricia was arrested, she made a spectacle of herself. Dressed in fine jewelry, fur, designer heels, and with flawless makeup, she strutted into prison and threw a fit when told she had to remove it all. However, in court, she appeared the opposite, dressed humbly, with her head bowed, even holding a rosary. Whether she was truly remorseful or merely putting on a show to gain the jury's sympathy remains a mystery. Now, it's your turn, what do you think of this transformation? Was Patricia truly sorry, or was it just an act to appeal to the jury? The story of Michael

Jackson's life is one of immense talent, success, and undeniable influence on music, but also one deeply shadowed by controversy, personal struggles, and a tragic ending that shook the world. Many believe that the events surrounding his untimely death were not accidental, and some even speculate that there was an orchestrated plan to remove him for profit. This perspective is echoed by Jackson's own family, especially his sister Latoya, who has been vocal about the suspicion that Michael's death might have been more than what it appeared on the surface. Michael Jackson was born on August 29, 1958, in Gary, Indiana, to Catherine and Joseph Jackson. He was the seventh of nine children in a family marked by both its talent and a strict discipline imposed by Joseph,

a man known for his ambitious dreams and strict parenting style. Although Catherine dreamed of a career in entertainment, she instead worked at Sears, while Joseph became a steelworker. Still, Joseph pursued music on the side, playing in a band and hoping to achieve the fame he could not find alone. It was this drive that led him to push his children, especially Michael, into show business, often sacrificing their childhood for the sake of musical success. Michael's early talent was evident, with his powerful voice and captivating stage presence setting him apart even as a child. In the early 1960s, Joseph formed a group called the Jackson Brothers, later known as the Jackson Five, with Michael joining alongside his older brothers Jackie and Germain.

By 1966, the group had won a talent show, catching the attention of Motown records, which propelled them to fame. Their success was enormous, and soon, the Jackson Five was a household name, performing with music legends like Edda James and Gladys Knight. But the road to fame was not easy or pleasant. Joseph's intense training regime included grueling rehearsals, often late into the night, and he was known to discipline the children harshly, both physically and emotionally. Michael would later speak about how this constant pressure impacted his self-image and led to lifelong insecurities. In particular, Joseph's mockery of Michael's physical appearance contributed to a lasting lack of confidence, even as Michael

achieved fame. This harsh treatment, combined with the immense pressures of his early fame, would later be linked to his struggles with insomnia and other health issues. As Michael's star rose, he began to explore a solo career while remaining part of the Jackson Five. In 1971, he released his first solo singles, including Got to Be There and Ben, both of which climbed the U.S. charts. By 1975, the Jackson 5 moved to Epic Records, changing their name to the Jackson's. Michael's solo career continued to grow, and by the late 1970s, he was collaborating with Quincy Jones, who would produce his album off the wall in 1979. With its massive success, selling over 8 million copies, Michael Jackson had truly arrived as a solo artist.

The release of Thriller in 1982 cemented Michael's status as the King of Pop. It became the best-selling album of all time, with seven of its nine tracks reaching top positions on global music charts. Music videos for Billy Jean and Thriller became cultural touchstones, revolutionizing the medium with their elaborate choreography and storytelling. Not only did Thriller break records, but it also changed the music industry itself, setting a new standard for what music videos could accomplish. In the midst of this fame, however, Michael's appearance began to change.

His skin became lighter, his nose appeared thinner, and the world began to speculate about his appearance. Rumors flew about whether Michael was undergoing skin whitening treatments, despite his own insistence that he suffered from Vitiligo, a condition that causes depigmentation of the skin. The speculation about his looks became a media frenzy, leading to intense scrutiny that followed him for the rest of his life. In the mid-1980s, Michael suffered a severe accident while filming a Pepsi commercial. A technical mishap caused his hair and scalp to catch fire, resulting in third-degree burns.

This incident, traumatic both physically and emotionally, sparked Michael's philanthropic efforts in burn treatment and led him to donate large sums to charity. Throughout his career, Michael was deeply involved in humanitarian causes, funding charities, advocating against substance abuse, and even being recognized by President Ronald Reagan for his contributions. Unfortunately, the late 1980s and early 1990s marked the beginning of what would become a media onslaught against Michael. He faced constant tabloid rumors, from sleeping in an oxygen chamber to buying that elephant man's bones. These bizarre stories only intensified

when his physical transformation continued, and the media became fascinated with every change in his appearance and lifestyle. Despite this, Michael continued to produce music. In 1987, he released Bad, another smash hit, followed by an autobiography in a musical film, Moonwalker. By the time he purchased his infamous Neverland Ranch, a sprawling estate equipped with an amusement park, zoo, and cinema, Michael had become a global icon. Neverland represented his desire for a childhood he never had, a place where he could beat Peter Pan, and give joy to children. However, this inclination to surround himself with children eventually led to devastating

accusations that would haunt him for years. The turning point came in 1993 when Michael was accused of child abuse by a young boy named Jordan Chandler. Although Michael denied the accusations and no charges were filed, he chose to settle the case out of court, a decision that fueled public suspicion. His career and personal life took a major hit, as more allegations and legal battles followed in the years to come, including the infamous 2003 documentary Living with Michael Jackson, which further damaged his reputation. Despite his personal struggles, Michael continued to release music, including history in 1995 and Invincible in 2001. Yet, his finances

and health suffered, and the pressures of fame took a toll on his personal life. In 2009, he announced what he called his final tour, This Is It, aiming to make a powerful comeback. Rehearsals were intense, with high expectations for the performances, but Michael's health continued to deteriorate. He faced chronic insomnia and was reportedly under extreme stress. In June 2009, the world was shocked to learn that Michael Jackson had died from an overdose of propofal, a powerful anesthetic he used to treat his insomnia, administered. by his personal doctor, Dr. Conrad Murray. Murray was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter, but Michael's family remains convinced

that others were involved in his death, suggesting it was part of a larger plot to profit from his death rather than a simple case of medical malpractice. Michael's sister Latoya publicly stated that he had repeatedly told her he feared for his life, and that certain powerful people knew he was, worth more dead than alive. The loss of Michael Jackson left a profound impact on the music industry and his fans worldwide. His legacy endures through his music, his iconic performances, and the impact he had on pop culture. Yet, the circumstances of his death remain a point of contention, with many questions left unanswered. Was his death truly an accident, or was it the result of a plan driven by greed?

Though the full truth may never be known, Michael Jackson's life story remains a testament to both the extraordinary heights of fame and the deep personal costs that can come with it. While his music continues to inspire and his influence is seen in generations of artists, the complexities of his life and the controversies surrounding his death remind us that fame, though alluring, often comes with unseen burdens. For Michael Jackson, those burdens were many, yet his impact, undeniably, is forever. In the moment surrounding the death of Michael Jackson, a critical 911 call was made, filled with urgency and desperation.

His personal doctor, Conrad Murray, had discovered him unresponsive on the bed, and, while attempting CPR, instructed the security guard Alberto Alvarez to call for emergency services. The chaotic call underscores the panic and confusion as attempts were made to revive the pop star. Despite their efforts, Jackson was later pronounced dead at the Ronald Reagan-U-CLA Medical Center. The official report stated that his death was a result of involuntary manslaughter, directly linked to Murray's actions. Yet, questions and theories continue to swirl around his death, leading many to believe that there was more at play than initially reported. Michael Jackson struggled with severe insomnia,

a condition for which he was reportedly taking high doses of medication, particularly sedatives, to achieve any kind of sleep. Murray was tasked with administering these medications, and it was alleged that he provided Jackson with a mix of propofal and lydicane each night. However, the night Jackson died, it was noted that he seemed especially unable to sleep, prompting Murray to administer additional doses of medication to aid his rest. Details later emerged about the timeline and dosages, with reports stating that Jackson was found to have significantly higher levels of propofal in his system than the 25 milligrams Murray claimed to have given, closer to 180 milligrams, which could have been lethal.

This high dosage was viewed as the primary cause of Jackson's untimely death, though Murray denied having administered such a quantity, instead implying that another doctor might have done so. In the hours leading up to the tragedy, there were several actions by Murray that raised suspicions. approximately 47 minutes before Jackson was found unresponsive, Murray made a phone call, the content of which remains unknown. When Murray finally realized the severity of the situation, he reportedly injected an antidote in an attempt to counteract the drug's effects, but it didn't work. Following this, he attempted CPR, although a major flaw was noted, CPR is generally administered on a hard, flat surface, yet Murray was performing it on Jackson's bed. This lack of basic medical protocol raised questions about Murray's competence and

intentions. An alarming gap of around 30 minutes occurred between the time Jackson was discovered unresponsive and the actual call to 911. This delay, though brief, could have been significant in a life-threatening emergency, where every second is critical. Additionally, during the call, Alvarez did not specify Jackson's exact location, further delaying the arrival of medical help. All these details contributed to a case against Murray, who, on November 29, 2011, was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter and sentenced to four years in prison, of which he served only two after posting bail. The minimal punishment and the notion that Murray acted alone did not sit well with Jackson's family and close friends.

Many, including his sister Latoya Jackson, publicly voiced suspicions, believing there were deeper motives behind Jackson's death. Why would anyone want Michael Jackson dead? Two prominent theories have arisen, each suggesting complex, hidden motives. One theory posits that Jackson's death was politically motivated. Jackson's songs often address themes of peace, equality, and social justice, messages that resonated with millions worldwide. As a globally influential figure, Jackson was seen by some as a political threat, particularly within the U.S. government.

For years, the government allegedly attempted to tarnish his reputation with accusations of abuse, but these efforts failed to undermine his loyal fan base. When character attacks proved ineffective, some speculate. that the government decided on a final solution, having him killed. Murray, in this theory, was simply a fall guy, promised a lenient sentence and a substantial sum of money in exchange for his complicity. This line of thought attempts to explain some of the peculiarities surrounding Jackson's death, Murray's strange phone call, the excessive medication, the improper CPR, the delay

in calling 911, and the unclear address. In this view, everything was orchestrated as part of a larger conspiracy. This theory also ties into the concept of M.K. Ultra, a covert CIA program known to manipulate individuals' behavior. It has been suggested that Jackson was subjected to such experimentation as a child and later offered his Neverland Ranch for further MK Ultra activities. Allegedly, Jackson decided to sever ties with the government, and his dissent resulted in his elimination. Supporting this theory is a phone call Jackson made just 24 hours before his death, in which he expressed a deep conviction to his former manager that someone was planning to kill him.

For years, Jackson reportedly shared with those close to him that he feared for his life, although he never specified who might want him dead or why. This call, laden with fear and foreboding, has become a central piece of evidence for those who believe Jackson's death was part of a larger plot. Another theory suggests Jackson was killed by his own record label, specifically at the instruction of his manager. In 2009, Joseph Jackson, Michael's father, stated in, an interview that Michael Jackson is worth more dead than alive, and they knew it. Indeed, after

his death, the financial returns from his music were astronomical. Remixes, previously unreleased collaborations, and other posthumous releases generated substantial revenue, far surpassing the profits from his last living projects. This led some to believe that Jackson's record label orchestrated his death to capitalize on his legacy. Jackson, known for his fiercely independent spirit, often clashed with his labels, including epic records over the production of Thriller and Sony music when he sought to terminate his contract early. His creative nature and tendency to push against industry boundaries brought significant tension, and, as his career declined, some speculate that his label decided his death would be more profitable. Contributing to this theory

is the way Jackson's funeral was handled. Held on July 7, 2009, his memorial attracted nearly three million viewers worldwide, but details surrounding his actual burial were shrouded in mystery. Only one widely circulated image exists of Jackson's body in the ambulance, lying unconscious on a stretcher. However, many found it odd, as the ambulance had tinted windows, making it unlikely that anyone outside could have taken a photograph. Furthermore, there were no pictures of Jackson's body from the autopsy or during transportation. The casket was closed at the funeral, with Jackson's family claiming that his face was bruised from the resuscitation efforts, and they did not want the public to see him that way. The secretive nature of the funeral added fuel to a different

theory entirely, that Jackson faked his own death. Some say Jackson assumed a new identity as, Dave Dave, a man whose face had been severely disfigured by acid. Dave Dave was known to have been close to Jackson in his final years, although very few people in Jackson's circle knew of him or had ever seen them together. Strangely, Dave Dave's life story had striking similar to Jackson's own, and his facial structure, with some reconstructive adjustments, could plausibly resemble Jackson's. Even his voice bore a notable resemblance, adding further intrigue to the speculation. Some fans believe that Jackson left hints of his supposed new identity in his work. Known for his passion for social change,

Jackson's music often conveyed themes of resistance and transformation, which many think continued after his death. His 2010 posthumous album, Michael, for instance, contains moments where fans thought they saw the word, life, on his lips, indicating he might still be alive. Others interpreted this as Jackson saying he would forever live on in their hearts. Another song, Escape, released in 2014, seems to narrate a desire to break free from oppression and control, which some took as a coded message. The lyrics, filled with themes of escape and freedom, speak to someone who has broken away from powerful forces and now lives life on their terms.

In the end, each theory brings its own set of tantalizing clues and hints, allowing fans and conspiracy enthusiasts alike to pick apart the mystery and piece together what they believe happened to the king of pop. Whether Jackson was the target of a political conspiracy, the victim of a profit-driven industry, or someone who sought a new life away from the public eye, the circumstances of his death will likely remain a source of speculation for years to come. The world may never know the full truth, but Michael Jackson's legacy as an artist, entertainer, and cultural icon lives on in the hearts of millions.

Luke started telling her that he was falling in love with her and among other things, he said the following, I don't want you to think I'm a scoundrel. Would you be my girlfriend? If I were younger, would you let me kidnap you forever? It all started on Friday, November 13, 2015. Kay Haywood went to sleep over at her best friend's house. Throughout the night, she was posting on Facebook, uploading photos, updating her statuses. The next morning, she sent a message to her mother asking to stay one more night.

She was a good girl, got good grades, behaved well, and for that, her mother gave her permission. As the day goes by, the girl keeps posting on Facebook, uploads more photos, more statuses, updates Twitter, Instagram. But the next morning, something very strange happens. Her best friend knocks on her house's door and hands her phone to her parents. She says a man called her because he found the phone on the other side of the city. The screen is broken, the button half ripped out, and the last number called was hers. That's when the parents asked the girl where Kay is, to which she doesn't know how to answer. She says she hasn't heard from her since Friday and that they didn't spend the weekend together.

At this point is where the terrible case of Kay Haywood begins. Kay Haywood was born on August 15th in Ms. Ham, Leicestershire, daughter of Stephanie Haywood and Martin Whitby. At this point, I must say that her childhood was very chaotic. Many sources say she had seven siblings, but not all of them were biological. After having her, her mother married another man who already had children, and when both families joined, they had seven children as siblings. Some sources say she had one brother, others say three. But either way, we know that Kay Haywood came from a large family. At 15,000, years old, she got very good grades, was very sociable and outgoing. Something very

characteristic of Kay was that while her friends drank and smoked, she didn't do any of that. She was a healthy, very calm girl and preferred to take refuge in social media. Like any teenager, she was hooked to her mobile phone, chatting all the time, constantly uploading selfies, sharing her life on Facebook. And something else she did was add anyone to her social networks. The more people you have added, the more popular you seem, and Kay loved that. On October 31st, 2015, she accepted a friend request from a guy who, according to the photos, looked much older than her. His name was Luke Harlow, and he didn't put his age anywhere. Despite that, Kay assumed he was at least 18 years old.

Another interesting fact is that this guy's profile had nothing to do with hers, he had photos drinking, smoking, partying, with friends, and many posts about drugs. They had nothing in common, but still, Kay was intrigued. As soon as they added each other, Luke started talking to her. He said he added her because they had mutual friends and also because they lived very close to each other. He said they could practically be neighbors, told her she was very pretty, had a lot of style, and asked her how old she was.

The girl decided to lie. She thought that if she said she was 15, the guy would lose interest. So, she lied and said she was 19. Luke was honest with her and said he was 27, to which Kay didn't object. She found it amazing that an older guy paid attention to her, so Kay continued with the lie for two days. They talked all the time, send each other pictures, complimented each other. But then, the girl decided to update. her profile picture to the one you can see on screen now. In that photo, she was wearing a school

uniform. So, Luke demanded to know the truth, and Kay confessed she was 15. Many would think that at this point, the conversations would end, since continuing would be a crime, the age difference was huge, and Kay was underage. But Luke decided to keep going. He chose to continue talking to her, as long as she didn't tell anyone. And Kay was so thrilled about it that she agreed to keep the secret. Over the course of 13 days, the couple exchanged a total of 2,643 messages. And Luke, we could say, went from being simply cordial to looking for something more. He constantly told her she was beautiful, gorgeous, smart, that she looked older. And Kay was obviously thrilled with all of this. She wasn't. She wasn't.

isn't used to guys giving her so much attention, much less someone older. She felt beautiful, delighted, and little by little, she started falling in love with Luke Harlow. There were no signs of what was going on with Kay. If there had been, there would have been no way she'd leave anything on Facebook. As a mother, it's very difficult to detect warning signs. It wasn't unusual for Kay to spend a lot of time in her room with her tablet, and she also told us she was watching TV.

Stephanie Haywood, Kay's mother. Luke started telling her he was falling in love with her, and among other things said the following, I don't want you to think I'm a scoundrel. Would you be my girlfriend? If I were younger, would you let me kidnap you forever? So, on Monday, November 9th, Kay and Luke decide to meet. They couldn't tell anyone they were going to meet, so the girl lied to her parents. She asked if that weekend she could sleep over at her best friend's house.

And although at first they said no, they eventually gave in. On Tuesday, November 10th, Kay accepts a new friend on Facebook, this time, a 20-year-old guy named Corwell Bruce. He didn't hide his age at any time, nor his intentions. So, the two flirted over the following days, but he wouldn't achieve his goal because Kay was in love with Luke Harlow. I'll go to the store Friday to buy a bit of alcohol. It helps to be a bit drunk when you meet someone for the first time. Each day that passed, Luke's messages intensified more and more, and finally, on Friday, November 13th, they carried out their big plan. Kay left Hibstock Community College and went home.

She spent some time with her family, and then her stepfather, Marty Whitby, drove her in a car to a shopping center where she was supposedly going to meet her best friend. Her best friend had swimming practice nearby, and they had agreed to meet there to do some shopping. They'd buy candy, clothes, maybe go to the movies, and then head to her house. Kay never lied, so her stepfather believed her from the beginning. He dropped her off in the parking lot, said goodbye, started the engine, and the girl walked the other way. She went down the street toward an area she didn't even know, a place she had never been to before. Throughout Friday, November 13th, Kay posted tons of things on her Facebook page, photos, statuses, songs. Her family was watching her from the start.

They thought she was with her friend, joking around, watching movies, partying. And on Saturday the 14th, the activity continued. The girl woke up, uploaded a couple of photos, and sent a WhatsApp message to her mom asking to stay one more night. Stephanie Haywood saw that her daughter was having a great time, saw movement on Facebook, on her social media, everything seemed normal. So she decided she could stay one more night, but that on Sunday, first thing in the morning, she had to be home. Kay happily agreed and continued posting, more photos, more statuses, more activity. But at 9 p.m., she stopped posting. The family thought the girl was watching a movie, really entertained,

having a great time. But the next morning, Sunday, November 15th, something very strange happened. A local builder found a mobile phone lying on the ground. The screen was completely shattered, but it still seemed to work. So he picked it up, tried to unlock it, and called the last person the phone had contacted. The person in question was a teenager who said she was the best friend of the owner. So, the man arranged to meet her and gave her the phone. The girl was apparently in shock, as she didn't understand anything. She couldn't understand how her best friend's phone ended up on the other side of the city. To be continued.

The girl was apparently in shock, as she didn't understand anything at all. She didn't understand how her best friend's phone ended up on the other side of the city. This is when all the alarms go off, as the girl, with the phone in hand, goes to Kay's house and gives it to her parents. Stephanie Haywood, Kay's mother, asks her where her daughter is, but she doesn't know how to answer. She says that they didn't spend a weekend together, that they didn't meet up, didn't see each other, and that the last time they spoke was that same Friday night. Immediately, they call the police and a major search operation is launched. First, they check the public part of Kay's social media, and at least there, nothing seems strange,

photos of a teenager, statuses, songs. But when they access the private part, they see that the girl was talking to much older men, especially one 27-year-old named Luke Harlow. Because of this, several officers go to this guy's house and ask him questions. From the beginning, Luke doesn't lie, he says he knows Kay, and that on Friday night,

she slept at his place. They drank, had fun, and slept together, but that on Saturday, the girl left. He said that at a certain moment, Kay went for a walk with one of his neighbors, a 29-year-old man named Stephen Biedman. He claimed that at night, they went out for a walk, and that he waited for them at home for an hour, but when they didn't come back, he went to bed. The next morning, Kay wasn't with him, so he assumed she was already back with her parents. With this information, the police go looking for the supposed neighbor. But the incredible thing is that they can't find him anywhere. They go to his house, his job, the park,

they search the streets, and there's no trace of this guy. But eventually, they find him at a friend's house, and that's when they are shocked. The man is covered in injuries, he has wounds on his arms, neck and face, and everything is so suspicious that they decide to arrest both him and Luke Harlow. Once at the police station, both suspects are interrogated. On one One side, we have Luke Harlow's story. The guy repeats the same tale over and over, and while he does, he gestures a lot, he's very nervous, very agitated, moves his hands constantly, and occasionally slips up with some lies. He says he doesn't remember who added who on Facebook, whether it was Kay or him, and he also claims they were just friends. But one thing he keeps

repeating is that the last person to see the girl was his neighbor Stephen. So the police interrogates Stephen B. Man in depth. He says that at 7 p.m. on Saturday, November 14th, Luke knocked on his door to ask for soft drinks, any drink that could be mixed with alcohol, as supposedly he had a girl at his house. At no time did he refer to Kay as his girlfriend, just as a hookup. Stephen claims that the three of them were together for four hours and that during that time, Kay drank a lot, so much that she couldn't even speak. Let's remember that the girl was only 15 years old, and she wasn't used to drinking, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't go partying. All of that was new to her. According to Stephen, she was practically passed out.

The girl was in such a bad state that Stephen decided to gather his things and go home. From that moment on, he didn't see Luke or Kay again. Clearly, one of the two men was lying, and the police needed to find out as soon as possible who the hell it was. Musical note, an incredible operation was launched to find Kay. Hundreds of volunteers, police officers, helicopters, and sniffer dogs were deployed. Within hours, they found a bra belonging to the girl in a park near Luke Harlow's house. They kept searching, and near a storage unit that Stephen had rented, they found Kay's clothes and purse.

Faced with these findings, the police feared the worst. So, they confiscated both suspects' computers and phones. They discovered that Stephen was telling the truth and had never had online contact with Kay Haywood. However, on his computer, there was a large amount of child pornography. They also found lots of very explicit and violent adult content. On the other hand, we have Luke Harlow, who had contact with Kay Haywood practically every day. The police had already read all the conversations between K. Kay and Luke, but Luke's devices were incomplete, some phrases and photos were missing.

And, conveniently, everything that was missing was incriminating. Everything missing could have sent him to prison, as they were parts in which he was trying to seduce a minor. Another interesting point is that Luke Harlow didn't just flirt with Kay Haywood, he also flirted with two other girls aged 15 and 13. These two men had very dark secrets, and unless the police acted quickly, Kay's life would be in danger. Desperately, they searched for witnesses, asking friends, family, and neighbors of these men. Two very interesting pieces of information came up. First, a neighbor of Luke Harlow and

Stephen Biedman said that on Saturday, November 14th at 3 a.m., he saw a couple arguing in the middle of the street. It was a man and a woman, and at one point, the man hit her and knocked her to the ground. The girl remained lying there for several minutes and then got out. up. Together, they walked in the direction of Luke Harlow's house. Second, there's a very strange testimony from a person who, near Stephen's workplace, found the remains of a bonfire. When the police went there, they found that among the ashes, there was a plastic bag, and inside it, there were men's clothes soaked in blood. They took several samples and analyzed them, and discovered that the blood belonged to Kay Haywood. They had practically everything, the girls' clothes,

her blood, suspects, and witnesses, but what they didn't have was the body or a confession. So, they decided to interrogate both suspects again. Luke didn't say a word, he kept repeating the same story, that they were together, had a good time, but that he lost sight of her on Saturday night. The more pressure they applied, the more he repeated the same thing. So, on Wednesday the 18th, they decided to put pressure on Stephen Biedman for several hours. The guy repeated the same story, that he didn't know anything, that he left the girl at Luke's house, but then he broke down and confessed. He said that what the neighbor saw was completely

true, and that the couple arguing was him and Kay Haywood. Kay was very drunk, and the guy decided to take a walk with her to see what could happen. The problem was that the girl couldn't stand, she'd take two steps and fall, tripped over herself, walked side to side, didn't know what was going on around her. For that reason, he decided to take her back to Luke's house, but on the way, he changed his mind and took her somewhere else. He put her in his car and drove her to a remote wooded area. There, he did what he had in mind all over her body, those injuries were caused by Kay Haywood herself, trying to defend herself. And after abusing her, he grabbed a stone and hit her until she died. He abandoned her body among some bushes,

then grabbed her belongings and scattered them around the city, he left the phone on the street, the bra in a park, the clothes thrown in a corner. After that, he took off his clothes, put them in a garbage bag, and lit a bonfire near his job. After this confession, the police searched the woods for several hours, and finally found the lifeless body of Kay Haywood. The trial against these individuals was held in 2016, and the final sentence was delivered on July 1st of that same year. Luke Harlow was sentenced to 12 years in prison, and Stephen Biedman was sentenced to life imprisonment with the possibility of parole after serving 35 years.

So now it's your turn, what do you think about the case? Do you think the sentences were fair? The end. The morning of March 27, 1995, began as any other for Maurizio Gucci. Around 8.30 a.m., he walked into his office building on Via Palestro in Milan, greeted the doorman, Giuseppe Honorado, and started to climb the stairs. Suddenly, three gunshots echoed through the building, two hit Maurizio in the back, and the final one struck his head. In an instant, the grandson of the Gucci founder lay lifeless, ending a chapter in one of Italy's most iconic fashion empires.

But this was far from the end of the story, in fact, it was only the beginning of a sensational tale of betrayal, intrigue, and family rivalry. The Gucci brand story traces back to 1906 when Gucho Gucci laid the foundations of what would eventually become an international luxury empire. It all started humbly in Florence, where Gucho opened a small shop selling leather goods and equestrian equipment. As he worked on belts, saddles, and other items, Gucci's dedication to craftsmanship and quality quickly became evident. Yet, a career solely focused on leather wasn't enough for him. Eager to see the world, Gucho left his shop behind and set out on a journey that would take him to Paris and eventually London, where he worked at the prestigious Savoy Hotel.

This experience would become pivotal in his life, as he rubbed shoulders with the upper crust of society and absorbed the taste and style of the elites. Gucho returned to Florence in the 1920s with a fresh vision for his business. No longer content to cater exclusively to riders and equestrians, he revamped his brand, naming a Gucci in targeting a wealthier clientele. Soon, the brand's line expanded beyond saddles to include high-end bags, trunks, and suitcases, embodying a refined elegance that distinguished them from competitors like Louis Vuitton. Gucci's distinct touch captivated people, and owning one of his pieces quickly became a symbol of status. In time, the Gucci family became one of the most powerful in Italy, frequently spotted at society's most glamorous events. After Gucci's passing in 1953, his sons Aldo and Rodolfo

took the helm and propelled the brand to new heights. They expanded Gucci's reach internationally, particularly into the U.S. market, which marked a significant shift in the brand's trajectory. With a new store in New York, Gucci Pieces became synonymous with luxury for American consumers as well. The success, however, came with a dark side. The closer the family grew to wealth and fame, the more they were torn apart by rivalries and jealousies, setting the stage for eventual tragedy. Gucho had six children, but only two, Aldo and Rodolfo, became involved in the family business. They split the company in half, with Aldo overseeing operations in New York and Rodolfo handling things in Italy. However, when considering the inheritance, Aldo's three

sons, Paolo, Georgio, and Roberto, created complications. Since Aldo had three sons and Rodolfo only one, Maurizio, this meant that the company was split unequally, with Mauritio inheriting half, while Aldo's three sons divided the other half. These dynamics sowed the seeds for bitter feuds. Aldo's sons, who had been raised with a cutthroat mentality, fought constantly to secure their places in the company. Paolo, the most ambitious, went as far as attempting to launch his own line, Paolo Gucci, to compete directly with the family business.

The tension escalated in 1978 when Paulo discovered accounting irregularities in Gucci's New York operations, which reported high sales but suspiciously low profits. Digging deeper, he uncovered that his father, Aldo, was evading taxes by funneling money, into offshore accounts. Paolo promptly reported this to the authorities, sending Aldo to prison at 81. In the meantime, Paolo took control of the company's finances, driven not by family loyalty but by a relentless pursuit of power and wealth. In contrast, Maurizio, Rodolfo's son, was a different breed.

He had a deep artistic streak and had initially pursued a career as an actor. But after the Second World War, he shifted his focus back to Gucci, a decision influenced by his desire to honor his father's legacy. He married actress Sandra Ravel, and together they had one child, Maurizio Gucci. Tragically, Sandra died when Maurizio was just five, leading Rodolfo to shower his son with all the care, resources, and privileges he could muster. He was grooming Mauritio to be Gucci's rightful air. Moricio's life took a dramatic turn when he met Patricia Regiani. They met at a party, and Mauritio was instantly captivated by her fiery spirit and glamorous lifestyle. Despite Patricia's background, she was the illegitimate daughter

of a transportation magnate and a waitress, Maurizio couldn't resist her. However, Rodolfo did not approve of Patricia. Concerned that she might be a gold digger, he confronted Mauritio and demanded he choose between his family and Patricia. Moritio, in a dramatic act of defiance, chose Patricia. Their love affair became tabloid gold, capturing public fascination as the couple flaunted their wealth, style, and affection. The headlines eventually proclaimed their marriage, and soon after, they welcomed two daughters. As their family grew, so did Mauricio's interest in the Gucci business. He started attending meetings and even sought control over the brand's finances.

His re-engagement with the family business helped repair his relationship with his father, who finally accepted Patricia, albeit reluctantly. However, all those sons remained skeptical, viewing her as narcissistic and selfish. In 1983, following Rodolfo's death, Maurizio inherited $230 million in half of Gucci, a monumental fortune that changed him profoundly. Once a devoted family man, Maurizio now became obsessed with restoring Gucci's former prestige. He disapproved of his cousin's vision of transforming Gucci into a franchise, which would dilute its luxury appeal and make it more accessible to the general public.

Tensions mounted, and Mauricio's home life deteriorated as well. Patricia demanded expensive gifts, and her extravagant tastes clashed with Mauricio's now single-minded focus on work. Over time, the couple's relationship became unbearably strained. Patricia's demanding nature and high-maintenance lifestyle pushed Maurizio to the edge. One day, he left his family under the pretense of a business trip but never returned. Instead, he embarked on a new life, leaving Patricia and his daughters in shock and disbelief. But Mauricio's departure didn't mean he was free from his home. family's conflicts. His departure also sparked a bitter legal battle with his cousins,

especially Paolo, who continued to stir trouble. Palo, relentless as ever, collected incriminating documents suggesting that Maurizio had embezzled funds from Gucci to purchase a yacht. He handed these over to the police, hoping to get Mauritio arrested. Yet Mauritio wasn't easily cornered. With his connections, he devised a plan with Middle Eastern investors, hoping to fend off any impending threats to his freedom or control over Gucci. The turmoil surrounding the Gucci family was no longer limited to family feuds, it had escalated to legal battles and investigations that threatened the very survival of the brand. As Maurizio navigated these crises, Patricia, feeling abandoned and betrayed, grew increasingly bitter.

She had once been at the heart of a glamorous, high-society life, but now her fortune and status seemed at risk. As the legal battles grew more intense, Mauricio's grip on the company weakened. Desperate for a way to stabilize Gucci, he began making it. making deals with outside investors. This strategy was controversial within the family and risky, but Maurizio felt it was necessary to save the brand. However, his decision ultimately resulted in the loss of family control over Gucci. This outcome infuriated Patricia, who saw her former husband's actions as a betrayal of everything

they had built together. Mauricio's murder brought all these simmering tensions to a tragic climax. Initially, the investigation went cold, with the Milan police struggling to find any solid leads. Despite three witnesses, including the doorman, who saw Mauricio's killer drive away, no one could identify the perpetrator. For two years, the case remained unsolved, turning into one of Italy's most perplexing mysteries. Eventually, it came to light that Patricia Regiani had orchestrated Mauricio's murder, fueled by a toxic combination of anger, betrayal, and a desire for revenge. The trial captivated the world as details of the assassination

plot unfolded, exposing the depths of her resentment. Petricia was sentenced to prison, marking a tragic end to a saga defined by love, ambition, and greed. The story of Maurizio Gucci's life and death reveals the extreme costs of fame, fortune, and the relentless pursuit of power. The Gucci brand might still be synonymous with luxury, but the legacy of its founding family is one forever marred by tragedy and scandal. Through it all, Gucci remains a symbol of both the pinnacle of luxury and the depths of family betrayal, a name that will never be forgotten. And he didn't tell them the truth, he simply said that he had gotten lost and that it was very important he make a call. So, the couple

accompanied him to the town and lent him a phone. When reinforcements arrived, they found a truly terrifying scene. The patrol car was wrecked, full of scratches both inside and out. The steering will have been bitten all over, and Isayas's partner had disappeared. We started searching for the partner, we couldn't find him. The search lasted about eight hours. We found him near the either beat a dam, but his body was completely scratched. We took him to the hospital. He was given medical attention. He stayed in shock for a month. When he finally managed to tell me what had happened to him, what happened was that this thing grabbed him from behind, tore his clothes, tried to bite him, scratched him, and when it left, it said it was going to come

back, it was going to come back for him. The partner, due to the shock, resigned. I haven't had contact with him since. But if you think the case I just told you is terrifying, it's because you don't know the reason why thousands of people still have nightmares to this day, and that reason is the so-called Hoseway case. One night, in mid-2002, Juan Ramon Signs received a call from a man who called himself Josue Velasquez, a man who claimed to have sold his soul to the devil himself. When he was 14, his family started experiencing financial problems. They were used to a good standard of living, and adapting to change was not going to be easy, especially for Hosswe. He refused to accept this new situation. So he tried to get money by any means possible.

He looked for work, begged, did everything, but ultimately decided to take the path of darkness. That's how he found a witchcraft book that would allow him to establish contact with a demonic entity. His main goal was money, lots of money, and he didn't care how he got it. He didn't mind selling his soul for a few coins. For a year and a half, he performed every ritual in that book. A year and a half in which absolutely nothing happened, until one day, he got answers. He cut his veins over the paper, spoke the name of a demon, and it appeared.

He expected to come face to face with a being with horns, a tail, and red skin. But instead, he saw a tall, thin, black man, one willing to make his life much easy. This entity taught him how to bewitch animals and people, and how to get anything he wanted, but always in exchange for something. At first, the payment was simple rituals, candles, incense, but then things got complicated. He began sacrificing animals. On one occasion, the entity demanded he gather a group of six people and together they had to sacrifice a male goat. Later, it asked him to sacrifice a newborn baby.

And finally, the entity gave him the so-called ring of Solomon, a legendary jewel that supposedly grants its wearer power and dominion over all entities. But every demonic gift has a price. The price of this ring was the life of one of his loved ones. If Hosse wanted power, he had to kill a family member. And after doing so, he had to place the ring on the middle finger of his victim's left hand. Hoseway didn't really want to do it, he didn't want to end a family member. but if he wanted his dreams to come true, he had to. So, he had to choose. At first, he thought of his mother, but he loved her too much. Then he thought of his siblings, but he couldn't kill

them either. And finally, he chose his grandmother. According to him, the woman was already very old, so she was the perfect victim. The woman lived alone, so one night, he drugged her with formaldehyde and killed her. According to his story, he beat her, strangled her, but when he placed the ring on her middle finger, all the marks disappeared, as if they'd never been there. And when the doctors arrived, they declared her death had been due to natural causes. From there, Hosse made all his dreams come true. He completed an eight-year degree in six months. He became a licensed bacteriologist and parasitologist, and was making up to $15,000. a day. However, the entity that accompanied him didn't make things easy. On the one hand, it forced

him to spend all the money on the same day he got it. He couldn't donate it to charity, and even less share it with his loved ones. On the other hand, having ties with the demon made him an open door for other entities. Every day, he received visits from dozens of spirits, good or bad, but always harassing, and always reminding him that when he died, his soul would go straight to the fires of hell. Hossway was already tired of all that harassment. That's why he decided to seek help, from other witches, shamans, and religions. But no one could help him.

Everyone told him breaking a pact with the devil was impossible. So, desperate, he decided to call Amano Palluda and ask Juan Ramon's signs for help directly. That very night, on air, Pastor Roberto Guazzo helped him recite some prayers that were supposed to free his soul. And as they prayed together, all kinds of strange sounds began to be heard, growls, laughter, voices. Hoseway was terrified and unable to pronounce the prayers correctly, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. In Christ Jesus Don't pay attention, don't pay attention, don't pay attention, he couldn't pay attention, he couldn't opened the Bible in his house.

And according to his testimony, those demonic entities wouldn't let him move, they punched his ribs, threatened him, mocked him. And the entire audience could hear it, everyone could hear the same voices Jose claimed he was hearing. The man cried, stammered, and at times, it was impossible to understand what he was saying. Terror overtook not only the audience but also the entire team of La Mano Palluda. viewers claimed they couldn't sleep that night, not just because of the story, but because they experienced paranormal events during the broadcast, disembodied whispers, footsteps, banging,

lights turning on and off by themselves, and inexplicable cold chills. But it wasn't just them, the Mano Poluta team also suffered. The computer screen right in front of Juan Ramon's signs shattered from edge to edge without anyone touching it. Coincidence Collective Hysteria Whatever it was, that night could hardly be forgotten. According to various sources, after that night,

Juan Ramon Signs decided to find Josue Velasquez. He went to Monte California and asked neighbors about the man's house, but no one dared talk about it. People locked themselves in, closed doors and windows, they didn't want anything to do with it. But finally, he found a house that seemed to be Jose. It was an old, run-down building. and from inside it came a foul stench of rot. He knocked several times, and eventually a tall,

thin man answered the door, not Josue, but apparently someone who knew him. Juan Ramon Signs asked him several questions, which the man answered with head gestures. When he got tired of answering, he closed the door and left Juan Ramon speechless. For years, no one heard anything else about Josue Velazquez. Some said he had committed suicide. Others said he had joined a monastery. But finally, on May 19th, 2011, he gave an interview to the show Extranormal. Many sources claimed that TV Azteca didn't reach out to Hosewe, he contacted the network. And the conditions he imposed to appear on TV were as follows.

First, that his face would not be shown. Second, that the location of the interview would not be revealed. Third, that one Ramon Signs must attend the interview. The network agreed to all the conditions, and the interview proceeded normally. In it, Hoseway spoke about everything he had been doing during those nine years, witchcraft, sorcery, demons, and claimed that important figures had come to him for favors. However, he still had to protect himself from demonic entities. That's why he wore animal skin and carried a human bone that supposedly contained the soul of its

previous owner. He told the team everything about his life, and the more. he spoke, the more uncomfortable Juan Ramon Sines looked. He interlaced his fingers, rubbed his hands over his stomach, and looked in all directions. The entire team seemed uneasy, and when the interview ended, everyone looked truly relieved. But peace would not last forever. Days after the interview, all the people involved began suffering terrible incidents. The cameraman needed emergency surgery for a hernia. Mario Estrada, the host, suffered a car accident.

And on May 29, Juan Ramon's signs died of a severe gastrointestinal infection that led to cardiac arrest. These events led fans of Lamanopaluda to come up with two terrifying theories. The first, that it was all coincidence. That the car crash, the hernia surgery, and Juan Ramon's death weren't paranormal. And the second, that Hoseway orchestrated the interview to free his soul from torment. And the way to do that was to trade another soul for his own, and the chosen soul was that of Juan Ramon Signs, the man who had once selflessly offered to help him.

But now it's your turn, what do you think about this case? Do you believe it was all coincidence? Or do you think you really had something to do with it? The end. These images show Cupcake accompanied by another girl, a girl who is supposedly her cousin. They are alone, playing, and suddenly an adult appears, throws something to the ground, and leaves. As they leave, the girls pick up whatever was thrown, something the police thought could be candy. Then, a second man appears, talks to them, and leaves.

A few seconds later, the girls follow him. We begin. This story starts with a little girl named Camille McKin, better known as Cupcake. Camille was the second child of April Thomas and Dominic McKin, a couple from Birmingham, Alabama. Cupcake is described by her loved ones as a sweet and loving child, a girl who was very close to her family and would never have gone with a stranger, as she was apparently very shy. On October 12, 2009, she and her 11-year-old brother were supposedly invited to a birthday party at a house located in Tom Brown Village, a fairly quiet residential area. Between 20 and 30 children were supposed to attend this party, and there was supposed to be supervision. There were parents, older kids, and at no time would the children be left unattended. Cupcake and her brother ate cake and played with the other children.

They went in and out of the house, to the backyard, and to the front yard, spending the afternoon. Several parents arrived at the house and picked up their children, called their kids, put them in the car, and left. But when someone asked about Cupcake, no one knew where she was. They looked in the backyard, in the front yard, and in the rooms, but there was no trace of the three-year-old girl. That's when the adults called 911, and two hours later, the Amber Alert was activated. They notified the media, other police departments, and the whole city of Birmingham began searching for the little girl. At this point, the first problems arose. First, a conflict was created due to Cupcake's presence at the party.

Many people on social media commented that it wasn't normal to leave a three-year-old at an adult's house without supervision, especially with so many other children there. They said that leaving such a young girl unsupervised made no sense. The host of the party then made a post on Facebook saying that no one knew the girl. She stated that, indeed, Cupcake was at her house, but she asked people who the girl below. long to, and no one knew. No one was her mother, no one was her aunt, supposedly, no one knew the girl. They gave her cake and let her play with the other kids, but since no one knew her, no one watched her. She also claimed that there were too many kids to focus on one that she didn't know. But what happened next was that Cupcake's mother, April Thomas, said this woman

was lying. A huge debate was created on social media and on television. Secondly, there was the issue of what exactly happened to the little girl. No one knew anything, no one had seen anything. So, the police searched for surveillance cameras on the street where the party house was located, and indeed, there was a recording. These images show Cupcake with another girl, who is supposedly her cousin. They are alone, playing, and suddenly an adult appears, throws something on the ground, and leaves.

As he leaves, the girls pick up whatever it was, something the police thought might be candy. Then a second man appears, talks to them, and leaves. A few seconds later, the girls follow him. At first, Cupcake's parents said that the girl was very shy and that she would never have gone with a stranger. Secondly, there was the mystery of who these men were. At first glance, they seemed like strangers.

One appeared, threw something on the ground, and left, and then another man appeared. But if you look carefully at the footage, it seems like both men are working together, as if they are coordinated. What's striking here is that both girls follow the second man, but only one is kidnapped, as the other returned safely to the party. The police asked around in the neighborhood if anyone had seen anything strange, and then a 10-year-old boy said that between 7.45 and 8 p.m., he witnessed a somewhat strange scene.

Supposedly, the boy found some clothes on the ground, and just as he bent down to pick them up, he saw a couple of African-Americans take Cupcake into a dark blue SUV. On the missing person poster for Camille McKin, aka Cupcake, a very detailed description was provided of what she was wearing. It said she disappeared wearing a pink shirt with a leopard print Mickey Mouse on it, leopard print pants, and no shoes. This description was accompanied by the detail of the dark blue SUV. These posters were distributed throughout Birmingham and also shown on the media. Thanks to this, people began to speak up. Two girls said that on the afternoon of October 12, 2009, after their cheerleading practice at Haynes Elementary School,

they were approached by a dark blue Toyota Sequoia. They claimed that they were walking peacefully down the street when this car stopped next to them, and the driver, an African-American man, offered them candy and told them he was looking for girls like them. This seemed very sinister to them, so they didn't speak to him or accept the candy. They lowered their heads and walked away. The police not only received this report from the girls, but also a surveillance camera from a nearby gas station captured the same vehicle that afternoon, specifically between 12 o'clock and 12.15 p.m.

On this occasion, the driver got out of the vehicle, entered the store, and bought candy worth $18.99, which matched the girls' testimony and the fact that, at the time of the kidnapping, Cupcake was picking up something from the ground. All this information was passed on to the press, and of course, the photos of the vehicle were everywhere, which led to a call to 911 on Sunday, October 13th, at 8 p.m. A man named Ricardo MGI called after noticing that his neighbor had a car identical to the one the police were looking for. Ricardo had just gotten off work and noticed the SUV parked in front of his building.

He asked a neighbor if they also thought it looked like the police. vehicle being sought by the police, and they both agreed that it was. The police quickly responded with several patrol cars and made two arrests, Derek Isha Brown, 29, and Patrick Devon Stallworth, 39. From this point on, the worst nightmare for a father began. This couple seemed very ordinary, they were parents, quiet, didn't get into trouble, but both had very dark secrets. Derek Isha Brown's criminal history dates back to 2009 when she was 18 years old. At the time, under the name Quintessa Bon Jackson, she committed a theft and another crime inside a private property, for which she was arrested, judged, and found guilty.

As it was her first crime, she wasn't sent to prison but was sentenced to probation, during which she had to be supervised by an agent. However, this woman didn't pay court fees or report what she was doing to her probation officer, officer, thus violating her sentence. In 2010, she was accused again, this time of stealing a wallet and using a credit card that didn't belong to her. For these crimes, Derek could have gone to prison, so in January 2011, she sent a letter to the judge apologizing, claiming that if she hadn't stolen the items, her children would have suffered. She said her partner earned very little money, they couldn't afford diapers or pay the bills, and she basically told the judge

that they had many problems at home. In this letter, she also claimed that her childhood was difficult, that she suffered physical abuse, and that at one point, social services had to intervene. What she intended with this letter was for the judge to feel pity and drop the charges, and indeed, she managed to do so. But the crime she committed in 2009 had not expired, so in March 2011, Derek was sent to prison for six months and 18 days. For a long time, this woman stayed out of trouble, but in 2018, a relative reported her for child abuse. As mentioned earlier, this woman had several children, and at one point, she punished one of them by putting them in a washing machine. With this information, the justice system intervened,

took the children, and handed them over to the relative who had reported her. At this point, point, Derek lost control, grabbed a gun, went to the relative's house, and threatened to open fire if they didn't hand over her children. From there, a huge police operation was launched, and she fled in her car, only to suffer a terrible accident. Luckily, the children were unharmed. The children were temporarily placed with the relative, and in 2019, the same thing happened again, Derek threatened and took the children, and the justice system intervened once more, leading to her arrest again. As for her partner, Patrick Stallworth, he also had a criminal record. In 2004, he was arrested for a misdemeanor for possession of marijuana and again in 2014 for a

felony charge of marijuana possession. But apart from this, there was nothing else on his record. After the arrest of this couple, on Monday, October 14th, their lawyers said that neither of them had anything to do with cupcakes kidnapping. They claimed they were in. innocent, that they knew nothing about the girl, and that her face didn't even look familiar to them. However, when this couple was arrested, their belongings were confiscated, and the police obviously checked Patrick Stallworth's phone. That's when they found some very interesting points. First, he had photographs and videos of minors in very inappropriate clothing and poses.

When he received these images, he forwarded them, leading to two charges, possession and distribution of child pornography. Additionally, hours after Cupcake was kidnapped, his phone showed significant activity. He called his mother seven times and sent numerous messages. At the time of Derek's arrest, she was on probation, and for this, she was charged with violating her probation and sent to prison without bail. However, Patrick did have bail, and on October 17th, he paid $500,000 and was released. On Tuesday, October 22nd, the police found Cupcake's body in a dumpster located very close to Derek and Patrick's house. The body was in an advanced state of decomposition, but the forensic experts found the following.

First, the cause of death was asphyxiation. Second, there were clear signs of abuse. Third, there were large amounts of methamphetamine and tracidone, a powerful antidepressant and sedative, in her blood. Fourth, it appeared that the little girl had Patrick Stallworth's DNA under her nails. Patrick was quickly arrested, and the police discovered scratches on his chest from small nails. That's when the storm of accusations began. For quite a while, this couple denied having anything to do with cupcakes kidnapping.

They denied kidnapping her, killing her, or doing anything to her. But when they could no longer deny the evidence, they began accusing each other. The first testimony was from Derek, who said that on the night of October 12th, she stayed outside, smoked a cigarette, went inside, went to the bathroom, and found Patrick. Once in the bathroom, she thought she saw a small shadow from the corner of her eye, but since she had consumed methamphetamine and tracidone, she thought she might have imagined it. So, she went back outside, smoked another cigarette. made a sandwich, and went to bed. At midnight, she got up to go to the bathroom, and on the way

there, she saw Cupcake lying on the sofa and Patrick kneeling in front of her. This scene clearly showed what was happening in front of the woman, but she did nothing. She simply lowered her head and went back to bed. The next morning, the couple went outside, and Patrick threw out a large black garbage bag. Once again, the woman said nothing. This testimony was joined by that of two prisoners from Jefferson County Jail, where Patrick was incarcerated. Both prisoners said that Patrick confessed to having killed Cupcake accidentally. For the press, the matter seemed clear. However, Patrick had his version of events and was ready to defend himself. He said that on the night of October 12, when he arrived home, Cupcake was already

there, sitting on the couch next to Derek, and the woman kept repeating that from then on, she would treat Cupcake as her daughter and would never return her. Patrick refused to accept this, and that's when Derek offered to take care of her. Patrick, horrified, left the living room, went outside for a cigarette, and came back in, where he found Derek hurting the little cupcake. After this, the woman went to the bathroom and washed the body. Patrick Stalworth and Derek Brown had their preliminary hearing on December 10, 2019. If convicted, they may receive the death penalty, and according to the charges, if convicted, their sentence could be life imprisonment.

However, some people believe that Derek and Patrick are not entirely guilty or at least not the only ones. According to surveillance camera images, which showed Cupcake picking up candy from the ground, there is at least one other man involved, a man that the police seemed not to be looking for. Many people speculate that the kidnapping and death of Cupcake could have been a revenge act. It is believed that Dominic McKin, Cupcake's father, might have been involved in drug dealing, and some of his deals went wrong. So, as a form of retaliation, his daughter was kidnapped and killed. Now it's your turn. What do you think of the case, and what do you believe really happened to Little Cupcake?

End. To fully understand this chilling story, we have to go back in time. and connect the dots. It begins years before the main events, with a story eerily similar, a story about a young woman named Corita Simon Redway. Corita was born on March 3, 1970, in Australia. Everyone who met her had nothing but wonderful things to say about her. The most notable thing about Corita, however, was her stunning beauty. From a young age, boys were drawn to her, so much so that it became overwhelming. Corita was shy by nature, and the constant attention made her uncomfortable. Her golden blonde hair only added to her allure, and by the time she turned

16, she decided to die at a darker shade, hoping to draw less attention to herself. By 21, Karita ventured into modeling, and while she was successful to some degree, she had dreams of walking prestigious runways. Unfortunately, her height worked against her. Determined to pursue a career in the spotlight, she shifted her focus to acting. But here too, she faced obstacles. Acting classes were expensive, and she simply couldn't afford them. Around this time, she was dating Robert, a law student in New South Wales. The two were deeply in love and wanted to move and together, but money was tight. They couldn't afford rent, let alone Corita's acting ambitions. Then, Corita learned about her older sister Samantha's life in Japan.

Samantha had moved to Tokyo to be with her boyfriend, Hideki, and was thriving. Despite arriving with almost nothing, Samantha found a job teaching English and was earning a comfortable income. Hearing this gave Corita hope. She dreamed of following in her sister's footsteps, moving to Japan, earning good money, and eventually returning to Australia to live a better life. In December 1991, without much hesitation, Corita packed her bags and flew to Tokyo. Her plan seemed flawless. She'd find a job, work for a few months, save up, and return home. When she arrived, she moved into a shared of apartment with her sister and others in the bustling Kichijoji district.

From day one, she was on a mission. Corita handed out resumes to language schools and eagerly awaited a job offer. But days turned into weeks, and nothing came her way. Frustrated and confused, she couldn't understand why her efforts were going nowhere. Then one day, while browsing the Japan Times, she came across a job posting that seemed promising. It was for a hostess position at Club A.I. Koji in Ginza, one of Tokyo's upscale district. To Corita, it sounded like a regular job. The way people described it, she'd simply chat with customers, serve drinks, and maybe entertain

some conversation. However, the reality was far more complicated. Hostess clubs in Japan often operated in a gray area, and while Corita may not have realized it, she was stepping into a world that came with its own set of risks. Despite her initial naivity, Corita quickly excelled at her job. Customers were drawn to her like moths to a flame. She earned hefty tips, received extravagant gifts, and became the club's star hostess. Everything seemed to be turning around for her.

But then came Valentine's Day, February 14, 1992, a day that would change everything. That evening, a wealthy customer walked into the club. He was around 40 years old, and all the girls knew him well. This man was a big deal. He owned multiple properties, a house in the city, one in the mountains, another by the beach, luxury cars and even a yacht. Generous to a fault, he was known for leaving massive tips and treating everyone around him to lavish outings. That night, he decided to invite the entire staff to a Korean barbecue restaurant. And, of course, if everyone was going, Carrita had little choice

but to join. When night turned to morning and Corita didn't return home, no one was immediately alarmed. Her sister Samantha was away for the weekend with her boyfriend, and the other housemates assumed Corita was simply out with friends. Adding to the mystery, the apartment phone rang, and one of Corita's housemates picked up. A man on the other end claimed to be Corita's friend and said she'd be spending the weekend away. The call raised no red flags at the time. But as the weekend passed and Monday rolled around, Samantha returned home to find her sister

still missing. She knew something was off. Corita wasn't the type to take spontaneous trips or hang out with friends she barely knew. Samantha decided to wait, hoping her sister would return. At 9 a.m., however, her phone rang. It was a hospital in Hokioji calling to inform her that Corita had been admitted with a severe case of food poisoning. Panicked, Samantha rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, she found her sister in a horrifying state.

Corita's skin had turned yellow, her eyes were swollen, and she was unable to speak coherently. Despite Samantha's desperate attempts to get answers, the hospital staff couldn't prevent. provide much information. All they could say was that Corita was suffering from liver damage. They mentioned that a man, around 40 years old, had brought her in, claiming she had fallen ill after eating seafood at an upscale restaurant. The man identified himself as a Kirashita. He didn't stay long, leaving no contact information and offering no further details. Samantha was left with more questions than answers. Who was Akira Shida? Why did he insist on bringing Karita to the hospital but then disappear?

Why was Corita in such a critical state? Despite Samantha's efforts, the situation only worsened. Corita's condition deteriorated rapidly. She slipped into a coma, and after enduring immense suffering, she passed away. To Samantha's dismay, no autopsy was conducted. The hospital attributed her death to liver failure caused by food poisoning, and the case was closed. Devastated, Corita's family in Australia arranged for her funeral. Before they could even process their grief, Akira Shida appeared at their hotel near the airport.

This man, who was clearly older than Corita, introduced himself as her boyfriend. He claimed to have loved her deeply and even presented the family with a diamond ring and necklace as proof of their relationship. Additionally, he offered to cover all the funeral expenses, wiring the family 50 million yen. Though his gestures seemed generous, they were unsettling. Something about his demeanor and actions didn't sit right. forward to the year 2000. News broke of a young British woman named Lucy Blackman who had

disappeared in Japan. Her case shocked the world, and when Corita's family saw the reports, they were struck by the similarities to their daughter's story. They couldn't shake the feeling that the same man was responsible. Fueled by this conviction, they contacted the police, as did many other women who had experienced similar encounters. One of these women was an English hostess who recounted a harrowing experience from 1996. A wealthy, charming customer had taken her to his beach house after a night out. He offered her a glass of wine, which tasted strange. Minutes later, she lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she was naked, her clothes neatly folded beside her. She knew she had been assaulted but felt too ashamed to report it. Another woman came forward with a nearly identical story, a rich client, a strange-tasting drink, and waking up in pain and confusion. A third woman added an eerie detail, she'd had a vivid nightmare of a red light flashing, as if she were being filmed. The testimonies kept pouring in.

A Canadian woman's account helped police make a breakthrough. After she was assaulted, the man offered her money and even transferred funds to her account. Investigators traced the transaction to a man named Joji Obara. Joji Obara's background was as unsettling as the crimes he was accused of. Born in 1952 in Osaka, Japan, to Korean parents, he grew up in modest circumstances. His father worked as a scrap dealer but struck it rich through gambling, eventually opening a taxi business and investing in real estate.

Joji inherited this wealth after his father's mysterious death, allegedly tied to the Yakuza. With his newfound fortune, Joji pursued an education in law and politics and underwent numerous cosmetic procedures to alter his appearance, including eye surgery that went wrong, forcing him to wear sunglasses perpetually. On October 12, 2000, police arrested Joji Obara. What they found during their investigation was beyond horrifying. In one of his properties, they discovered the body of a German shepherd, raising suspicions of animal abuse. But that was only the beginning. A search of his beach house uncovered a trove of evidence, chloroform, sedatives, and sleeping pills, many designed to completely incapacitate victims. The most damning discovery, however, was his collection of

journals and videotapes. The journals, dating back 30 years, documented his crimes in chilling detail. Under a section titled Seduction Game, he listed the names of over 200 women alongside notes on the drugs he had used on them and the acts he had committed. His goal, according to these writings, was to assault 500 women before he turned 50. Among the names in his records was Corita's, along with the chilling note, too much chloroform. Chloriform, it turned out, was likely the cause of Corita's liver failure. The extensive videotape collection further corroborated his crimes. Thousands of hours of footage showed unconscious women being assaulted.

Among the victims identified on the tapes was Corita. The case against Joji O'Bara gained momentum when investigators found a single hair belonging to Lucy Blackman in his beach house. However, there was little physical evidence linking him to her murder. Then, on February 9, 2001, police returned to his property with search dogs. The dogs led them to a nearby cave where they discovered a barrel of cement containing dismembered human remains. The body was identified as Lucy's, but it was so decomposed that determining the exact

cause of death was impossible. The trial began on April 6, 2001. Joji Obarath denied killing Lucy but admitted to having sexual relations with her. Despite overwhelming evidence, including his journals and videotapes, the legal proceedings dragged on. In Japan, a unique aspect of the judge. system complicated matters further. Under the culture of apology, offenders could receive lighter sentences if they showed remorse or compensated the victim's families. Obara's lawyers offered

Lucy's family a significant sum of money, but her mother, Jane, refused. However, Lucy's father, Tim, controversially accepted a 100 million yen settlement, believing it could be used to honor his daughter's memory. On April 24, 2007, Joji Obara was sentenced to life in prison for multiple charges, excluding Lucy's rape and murder due to insufficient evidence. A retrial in 2008 led to a guilty verdict for the dis. He cut his veins over the paper. He pronounced the name of a demon and it, appeared to him he expected to meet, face to face with a being with horns, tail, and red-colored skin but before him appeared,

a tall, black, and very, thin man a man willing to make his, life much, easier, we begin. I renounce I renounce in the name of Jesus. in the name of Jesus to every demon to every demon of the holy death in the Holy death in the name of Jesus in the name of Jesus I break every pact I break every pact that I made out of ignorance that I made out of ignorance and I cry out to the blood I cry out to the blood of the Lamb of God of the Lamb of God to cleanse my soul cleanse the very important come back repeated you have to let him speak tongues are bound speak what you've just heard is one of the most shocking cases handled by La Mano Palluda a Mexican

radio show that for years was hosted by Juan Ramon Signs unfortunately this magnificent host would pass away in 2011 up until here many could say that on one hand this program was simple entertainment and that on the other this host must have died under normal circumstances but in this story nothing is what it seems and next we will know all the details Juan Ramon signs Esquivel was born in Mexico City on October 19th, 1962 little or nothing is known about his childhood, but what we do know for sure is, the studies he completed and his great vocation according to records he studied at, Instituto Gioventad and later, between 1980 and 1984 he earned a law degree, at the Universidad del Valle de Mexico, and after

all that he specialized, in criminology but even then he felt he was, missing something he needed something more so in, 86 he became the producer, of the radio program Modesto High School, from there began his career as producer, creator, programmer, and presenter of radio shows, until reaching La Mano Poluda, a program that offered terrifying nightmares to all of Mexico. To understand each other, La Mano Poluda in Mexico, would be equivalent to millennio three in Spain, but with one difference, and that is that the program of Iker Jimenez is based on documented events, legends, myths, ancient, history, science, and La Mano Poluda is based. On the experiences of its own audience, La Mano Poluda was born on August 13, 1995, led by Ruben Garcia Castillo, and Mario Cordoba during its first few, years its presenter was Victor Manuel. Barrios Mata, however, in 99, he was replaced by Juan Ramon Signs, who would give the format a complete twist, with him at the helm La Mano Poluda, reached audiences never before seen in, this medium-massive audiences both in Mexico and in the United States and the

success. Of the program was due to two key points. The content and the team on one side, there was the content the main content, came from the audience and every day, hundreds of people called the program to tell in full detail their terrifying, paranormal experiences they told their story, expressed their feelings and spoke of a world that for skeptics could only be real in horror stories and on the other hand, we have the team a team made up of, a presenter who treated these, stories with the utmost respect, accompanied by dozens of people, specialized in different fields, religion, psychiatry, parapsychology, demonology, they were a great team, entirely dedicated to investigating, paranormal phenomena, and of course, helping people in the words of,

Juan Ramon signs himself if it is something, supernatural we treat it as, supernatural and if it is something from the mind we, handle it as such, since he began working on, La Mano-Pollut. Juan Ramon Sines claimed to have experienced inexplicable things he gave his, utmost not just to transmit the story, accurately to listeners but also, to help the protagonists and in one way or another, empathizing so deeply with the stories brought, Daly had its consequences I've seen and felt many things but I've come to. The conclusion that there are many, natural phenomena that are neither of the devil, nor of God they are energetic. Phenomena he always treated the Cases, objectively yet he was able to put himself in the shoes of the person telling the story, and that was what really hooked his audience, that incredible capacity to empathize with others. I have to be a skeptic by definition of professional skeptic I don't, have the right to get carried away, because then I'll see ghosts where there are none. Through the hands of Juan Ramon, signs past thousands of stories some, of which would cause nightmares even, to the most skeptical and one of them emerged from. The darkness in early 2000.

police officer Isayas Ramirez called La Manopulota, to tell his terrifying, experience and experience related to a legend that hovers over a wooded area in Mexico it is said that a sect through rituals tries to create hybrids between humans and animals but not hybrids in a spiritual sense, but in the carnal sense as they force women to have relations with pigs, dogs, and goats relations, that through rituals bring into this world, horrible and aggressive beasts that, as time passes take human form and consume the population from within. One night while driving on a, dark and lonely road in a, wooded area the patrol car he was in, stopped because its engine failed he, and his partner got out of the vehicle, tried to inspect it,

but everything seemed. Normal it was then that a gut-wrenching scream alerted them. It was a woman's voice, a woman who was suffering so the officers got into the car took, their weapons and entered that. Deep forest they searched everywhere, but there was no way to find her until they finally went, down a path and there she was. A woman dressed in white who seemed to be giving birth there in the middle of the forest in the middle of the darkness a woman squatting with a huge, belly pushing the woman pushed, strained and her stomach moved, exaggeratedly as if there wasn't a baby, in her womb but an alien there. Officers, frightened, tried to turn on there, flashlights but the devices didn't. Work it was then that, They witnessed a sinister birth, because from that womb did not emerge a baby, but a beast of being with a human body, swollen belly bulldog face, white eyes and sharp fangs, as soon as it came into the world that being, began chasing the two officers, who ran like souls fleeing from,

hell through the forest until they hid, in the car but the beast, would not stop it wasn't going to stop until it caught them so it jumped on the car, and shook it with all its strength, the terrified men took their weapons and tried to shoot but they didn't work so Isayas partner got out of the car and tried again to shoot the beast but it was faster and jumped on him tearing off half his ear they fought it for a while and finally it disappeared so the men returned to the car and waited for over an hour for another vehicle to pass by and indeed a bus crossed their path Issaius ramirez upon seeing it jumped out of the car and asked for help waved his arms showed his badge but the driver did not stop and when he returned to the car with his partner he found

a scene more typical of a horror movie than reality when i got back into the patrol car i saw my partner who was like hiding under the dashboard of the patrol car at that moment i got scared because of what i saw i thought he was still hysterical but when i looked toward the back in the back seat that thing was inside the patrol car it was holding onto the grill we have for when we make a Detention it was already, holding on but inside and in its mouth. You could see some very long fangs. Very long fangs and it began to speak but in a very strange language, almost like pigs squealing. It started to say words, but we never understood what it, what it was really saying and, I tell you that thing was there inside the. Patrol car my partner again ran. Out of the patrol car ran into, the forest my partner I also ran, in the other direction. The next morning Isayas found, a couple of walking in the forest he, approached them and didn't tell them the truth, he simply told them he had, gotten lost and that it was very urgent he, make a phone call, to be continued. The story of John Lennon, from his birth in wartime England to his groundbreaking music career

in tragic death, is one filled with twists and surprises. When he famously remarked that the Beatles were more popular than Jesus, it was no big deal in the UK, people mostly shrugged it off. But when the comment crossed the Atlantic, things got intense. In America, it triggered a huge backlash. Christian youth groups organized public burnings of Beatles' records, and Lennon began to receive death threats. The tension was palpable, and as the years passed, it left its mark on Lennon. Fast forward to December 8, 1980.

John and his wife, Yoko Ono, were returning to their home in New York City. It was late, just before 11 p.m., when, out of nowhere, John was ambushed. He was shot five times, with four bullets hitting him in the shore. shoulder and back. He was rushed to Roosevelt Hospital, but it was too late, he had lost too much blood. The world was in shock. News outlets across the globe shared the heartbreaking news, as fans mourned and asked the painful question, why? Who would want to kill John Lennon? And when the truth came out, it only added fuel to the outrage. Lennon's early life in Liverpool was shaped by the shadow of World War II. Born on October 9, 1940, his city was under threat from

bombings, and many said he was born in a bunker as explosions echoed in the distance. His father, Alfred Lennon, was a merchant seaman called to serve, missing John's birth and only sporadically sending money home. When those checks stopped arriving, John's mother Julia was left to manage on her own. Their family life was anything but stable. By 1944, Alfred was arrested for desertion, and upon his return, he was shocked to find that Julia was expecting another man's child. This set off a bitter family dispute, with Alfred wanting to stay in John's life and Julia focused on moving on. John was caught in the middle. Eventually, he ended up with his Aunt Mimi and Uncle George, who raised him. His mother, though, remained in

his life, becoming his window into music. Julia introduced him to Elvis Presley and taught him to play the banjo, eventually giving him his first guitar. Despite Aunt Mimi's doubts, who often told John, the guitar's all right, but it won't make you any more. money, his passion for music only grew. By age 15, he'd formed his first band, the quarrymen, and soon enough, they were getting gigs. It was during one of these performances in 1957 that John met Paul McCartney, sparking a partnership that would change the music world forever. As the Beatles rose to fame, the pressures mounted. John's cheeky humor made him a media sensation, though sometimes his jokes ruffled feathers. Despite the highs, there were lows,

his mother's sudden death in 1958 left him devastated, and he channeled that grief into his music. The Beatles evolved, soon comprising John, Paul, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr. The band became a global phenomenon, touring the world and breaking sales records, but fame came at a cost. The demands were relentless, and John felt trapped. This led him to write, Help, in 1965, a song that reflected his growing inner turmoil. In 1966, Lenin's infamous, more popular than Jesus, comment stirred an uproar in the United States. Youth groups burned their records and protest, and the Beatles, worn out from touring, decided to call it quits on live performances in August of that year.

John began exploring other creative outlets, even taking on a role in the 1967 film How I Won the War. That same year, he met Yoko Ono, an avant-garde artist who would become his muse and love. They quickly fell for each other, though both were married at the time. Their relationship shook up John's life, leading to rumors that Yoko was behind the eventual breakup of the Beatles. While Paul McCartney later clarified that tensions among all members led to the split, Yoko's presence certainly added to the group's stress. By 1970, John decided to leave the Beatles, marking the end of an era.

He and Yoko married in 1969, using their union as a platform for peace activism. Their famous Bed Inns for Peace, held in Amsterdam and Montreal, brought attention to their ideals of love and non-violence. John's music began to reflect his activism, with songs like, Imagine, capturing a hopeful, pacifist vision for the world. However, his post-Beatles' life wasn't free from challenges. Facing deportation from the U.S. due to a past drug charge and struggles over the custody of Yoko's daughter, the couple had to navigate tough personal and legal battles. After a brief separation, John and Yoko reunited, welcoming their son, Sean, in 1975. John devoted himself to fatherhood for several years, stepping back from the music industry

until he made a comeback in 1980 with the album Double Fantasy. But his return was short-lived. On that fateful night in December 1980, a fan's delusions turned deadly, ending the life of one of music's most iconic figures. The outpouring of grief that followed showed just how much John Lennon had meant to millions, as they mourned not just the artist, but the dream of peace and love he stood for. It was a brisk December day in 1980, and John Lennon and Yoko Ono had a packed schedule. The day started with a photo shoot for Rolling Stone, followed by an interview with RKO Radio.

By 5 p.m., they were set to head to the studio to record Lennon's song, walking on thin ice. It seemed like just another day in the life of a famous musician, until a chilling moment stopped everything. As John and Yoko exited their apartment, heading for the limousine, a group of fans gathered, hoping to meet them. Yoko moved ahead quickly, but John lingered to sign a few autographs. Among the fans was Mark David Chapman, holding a copy of Lennon's double fantasy album. John signed it, and photographer Paul Gourish, a fan who was nearby, captured the moment. No one knew that just hours later, this would be one of the last photos of John Lennon alive. That evening, John and Yoko returned to their apartment around 10.50 p.m.

Yoko had wanted to dine out, but John insisted on heading home to spend time with their son. That small decision ultimately sealed his fate. As they stepped out of the limo, a nightmare unfolded. Waiting in the shadows near the entrance to the Dakota, the New York building where Lennon lived, Chapman stood silent and ready. As Lennon passed him, Chapman pulled out a revolver and fired five shots. The sound echoed in the night as John Lennon, beloved by millions, collapsed. Chapman didn't run. Instead, he waited, standing in place, reading a copy of the catcher in the wry, almost as if he were in a trance.

When the police arrived, Chapman was arrested without resistance. He was so calm that he didn't react and the building's doorman took the gun from him. Many wondered how someone so seemingly ordinary could kill one of the world's most iconic musicians in cold blood. Authorities found Chapman's motives perplexing. The sole explanation they could validate was that he sought global fame and recognition. In the aftermath, a multitude of theories emerged, each more startling than the last. However, the official narrative remained that Mark David Chapman acted alone, driven by a desire

to etch his name into history. But who was this man, and why did he target Lenin? Chapman was born in Fort Worth, Texas, in 1955. His father was a sergeant in the Air Force, and his mother was a nurse. Although this might seem like the background of a stable family, Chapman's early life was far from perfect. perfect. His father was abusive, a source of fear for both him and his mother. As a child, Chapman developed a vivid imagination. He sometimes imagined himself as a god, controlling a miniature society of people he created in his mind. However, this imagination made life harder for Chapman

as he grew up. He was relentlessly bullied at school, leading him to start experimenting with drugs at just 14. He often skipped school, stopped doing homework, and once ran away from home, living on the streets for two weeks. During this turbulent period, he found solace in music, specifically, in the music of the Beatles, and he soon became particularly obsessed with John Lennon. In 1971, Chapman had a spiritual awakening and became a born-again Christian, dedicating himself to religious work. Things seemed to be turning around, he made friends, dated, and joined the YMCA, where he found a sense of community. However, a friend introduced him to the Catcher in the Rye, a book that would profoundly impact him. Chapman saw himself in the book's

main character, Holden Caulfield, and began molding his life around the novel's ideals. Despite his attempts at normalcy, Chapman's personal life began to unravel. He attended Covenant College, an evangelical Presbyterian institution, with his girlfriend. But an affair filled him with guilt, as he believed this sin would lead him to hell. Depressed, he dropped out of college, his girlfriend left him, and he attempted suicide. Following this, he voluntarily admitted himself to a hospital to treat his depression. In 1978, things seemed to improve again for Chapman. He took a six-week world tour, got married, and held a series of jobs.

But he could not escape the inner voices that urged him toward darker paths. His obsession with the catcher in the Rye and Lennon only grew stronger, and he began hearing disturbing voices, ones that urged him to kill Lennon as a way to achieve global fame. Chapman flew to New York in November 1980 with the intention of confronting Lenin, but he couldn't find him. Undeterred, he returned on December 8th, and this time, he succeeded in ending Lenin's life. The crime led to a sentence of twenty years to life, but for many, the questions lingered. How could a man like Chapman, who had dedicated himself to religious work, take such a violent action?

This question has fueled countless theories, and some believe that Chapman wasn't acting alone. He showed no signs of mental illness during the trial, so why did he claim to hear voices urging him to commit the crime? Some experts suggest he might have been a victim of mind control, a theory that raises questions about governmental influence and psychological manipulation. That guy was older, like, 40 or so, but still, he went around telling everyone he was Karita's boyfriend. He swore he loved her and apologized a bunch.

To prove how serious he was, he gifted her family a diamond ring and a matching necklace. Not stopping there, he promised to cover all the funeral expenses for the girl. Today's story revolves around a young woman named Lucy, Lucy Jane Blackman, also known as Lula. She was born on September 1, 1978, in Seven Oaks, Kent, England. She was the eldest of three kids, born to Jane and Tim Blackman. But this family didn't stick together for long. Over time, Jane and Tim's marriage fell apart, and, according to some sources, it didn't end

on good terms. Apparently, Tim cheated on Jane multiple times, and when she'd had enough, she kicked him out of the house. Jane ended up with custody of their three kids, and while Tim didn't struggle financially, he wasn't exactly reliable when it came to child support. The level of contact between Tim and his kids varies depending on the source, some say it was tense and minimal, while others claim it wasn't that bad. But what matters to us here is Lucy's life. Lucy was cheerful, adventurous, and always up for something new. When she finished school and started her adult life, she landed a job as a flight attendant with British Airways.

She loved her job, it was like a dream come true for her. Traveling the world. That's all she wanted. The thing is, Lucy didn't want to stop traveling or shopping. She wanted it all, and her salary just wasn't cutting it. One day, while talking with her best friend Louise Phillips, they came up with an idea. They heard that salaries in Japan were much higher than in England. So, why not move there temporarily and make some real money?

But there was a catch, Lucy still lived with her mom. Jane was very much a helicopter mom, and Lucy knew that if she told her about the Japan plan, her mom would freak out. Jane would probably call her irresponsible and spoiled for even thinking about it. So Lucy and Louise came up with a little white lie. Lucy told her mom she needed a change of scenery and, thanks to her job as a flight attend her former boss could get her a discounted flight to Japan. As for living arrangements, Louise supposedly had an aunt in Japan who'd let them stay

in her apartment and even lined up legal jobs for them. They'd get all their paperwork sorted out and earn great money. It all sounded so legitimate that Jane didn't question it. But, of course, none of that was true. There was no discount, no aunt, no job waiting for them. Lucy and Louise had no idea what they were walking into. They landed in Tokyo on May 4, 2000, with nothing but tourist visas valid for 90 days. Since they'd worked as flight attendants, they knew a bit about Japanese culture, and they'd heard of hostels that offered affordable accommodations for foreigners.

They ended up staying in a cheap hostel located between the Japanese Communist Party headquarters and an electrical substation. It cost them about 30,000 yen a month, roughly 214 pounds. The hostel was, let's just say it wasn't great. According to the Daily Mail, it had six tatami mats, no carpets, no soft furniture, and just a futon to sleep on. The kitchen and bathroom were communal, and the whole setup was a shock to Lucy, who was used to more comfort. On top of that, Lucy couldn't afford her own phone, so she and Louise decided to share one. They bought a phone together and used it for all their calls. Once they were settled into their new home, they started looking for work.

They focused on the Rapanji District, a business hub by day and a hotspot for clubs by night. Their goal. To work as hostesses. If you're not familiar, hostess clubs are places where businessmen go to unwind with female company. It's not about anything physical, it's more about conversation and companionship. The men pick a girl, and she serves them drinks, listens to their stories, and keeps them entertained. Foreign hostesses, especially Western ones, were in high demand and earned higher rates. Finding a job with a tourist visa wasn't easy, but they managed to get hired at a club called

Casablanca. The pay was decent, between 3,000 and 6,000 yen per hour, plus tips. The club's manager, known as the Mama San, explained the rules. The girls had to arrive by 7.30 p.m. and sit quietly in a small room called the Doggy Box until a client chose them. They weren't allowed to talk until picked, and even then, they could only speak in English or Japanese. Each girl had a card with her name, email, and phone number, real or fake. If they didn't have a phone, the club would rent one to them, deducting the cost from their pay.

There was a strict dress code, no shirts, pants, or sandals. Heels had to be at least three centimeters tall, and they had to dress elegantly. Penalties were imposed for dressing poorly, breaking items, or disrespecting clients. Fines would be deducted from their pay. For Lucy, the job wasn't exactly a dream come true. According to Louise, Lucy hated it. She felt degraded, didn't enjoy interacting with clients, and only stuck around because the money was good. In an email to her sister Sophie,

Lucy admitted she earned £100 a week just for pretending to listen. The pay was great, but the job also had extra perks. There was even a leaderboard showing who had the most dates. The girls at the top were celebrated, while those at the bottom were shamed. That afternoon, Lucy got ready. black dress, silver necklace, handbag, and left the hostel. Throughout the day, she made three phone calls, two to Louise and one to Scott at 7.15 p.m. In her last call, she mentioned she'd be home in 30 minutes. But Lucy never came back. By 9 p.m., she was nowhere to be seen.

Hours passed, 10 p.m., 11 p.m., but still no sign of Lucy. The next morning, Louise started calling Lucy's phones, but both were off. By Monday, with no news, Louise went to the police. She downplayed the hostess job, knowing it might make the officers dismiss her concerns. But they didn't take her seriously anyway. They brushed it off, saying young foreign women often run off with rich businessmen to places like Fiji. They assured her Lucy would show up in a few days. Louise knew better. She went to the British embassy and met with the Vice counsel, telling him everything. He immediately contacted the police, framing the case as a potential kidnapping. Meanwhile, Louise got a strange call from a man named Eric Takagi,

who claimed to know Lucy. He told her Lucy had joined a religious cult, was in a training phase, and wouldn't have her phone for a week. He insisted she was starting a new life and her debts would be covered by the cult. Louise didn't buy it and demanded to speak to Lucy, but Takagi got nervous and hung up. Louise informed the embassy about the call, but the police still weren't interested. Desperate, she called Lucy's mom, Jane. Jane was already worried, Lucy didn't call home often, but when she did, it calmed her nerves.

Days earlier, Lucy had asked her mom to send over some items, shoes, a bag, creams. Now, hearing about her daughter's disappearance, Jane panicked. She called her ex-husband, Tim, and begged him to go to Japan since she couldn't leave her other kids. But Tim, who was at a barbecue with his girlfriend's family, brushed her off. Jane's other daughter, Sophie, couldn't just sit around. She bought a ticket to Japan and flew out alone. Once there, she worked tirelessly to find Lucy but hit dead ends. By July 12th, Tim finally arrived in Japan.

He and Sophie held a press conference and distributed 30,000 missing-person flyers. Sophie even managed the hotline on the flyers, filtering useful tips for the police. Tim's boldest move came on July 21st at the G8 summit in Okinawa. He confronted then Prime Minister Tony Blair on live TV, asking for help. Blair promised to intervene, and the case exploded in the media. By September, over 150 officers were working on Lucy's case. Her story was everywhere, and it eventually caught the attention of an Australian family who realized they'd experienced something eerily similar.

They picked up the phone and called the police. I can't find the exact number of stab wounds these girls received, but everything seems to indicate that it was a lot, which suggests that this was a crime of passion. The person who killed them knew both of them in their house. So, the intruder had likely entered multiple times before, and the criminal, without realizing it, left several clues inside the property. First, none of the three girls smoked, but outside their house, there were several cigarette butts from the brand camel Turkish gold. Secondly, there were drops of blood on the window, blood that didn't belong to any of the three girls. So, the blood was from the criminal. But here's the problem, that blood wasn't in any database, which meant the police couldn't do much.

So, they decided to investigate the girls' pasts, especially Leslie Mazzarus. Leslie had moved from South Carolina to Napa Valley after breaking up with her boyfriend. So, the officers thought that perhaps her ex-boyfriend might have something to do with the bloody crime. They searched for him, questioned him, and found that the man had a strange past. The man in question was a lawyer named William Lee, and he and Leslie had been dating for several years. During that time, William's father had been harassing Leslie Mazara. William's father called her at least three times a day, morning, noon, and night, and always wanted to be alone with her. On October 31st, 2004, William's father called her three

times, even though William and Leslie were no longer together. So, the police requested DNA samples from both the father and the son, and both tests came back negative. Everything seemed very strange in this relationship, but neither the father nor the son had anything to do with Leslie's death. Once in Napa, Leslie Mazara had dates with several men, and one of them caused a jealousy scene in the middle of a bar. The police went to him and asked for a DNA sample, but once again, the test came back negative. So, the authorities didn't know where to turn. Leslie was the first to die, and she was killed almost instantly with a couple of stabs,

her heart stopped beating, and she didn't even have time to scream. But Adrian's body had many more signs of torture, she had bruises, stab wounds, and scratches. So, it seemed like Adrian suffered much more. The police decided to follow this lead. Before her death, Adrian had been dating a man named Christian Lee. They had been together for several years, and Adrian was convinced they would eventually get married. However, that proposal never came.

Adrian demanded a ring from Christian, and at that moment, he broke up with her. The man didn't believe in marriage and firmly refused to marry her. was heartbroken. She would go to work crying, didn't leave the house, and didn't meet with anyone. On Halloween night of 2004, she decided to go to Christian's house to try to fix things. At 9.30 p.m., Adrian left the house and was at Christians for about 20 minutes. After that, she returned home, head down, and heartbroken. So, the police put two and two together. They requested another DNA sample from the guy, but once a lot of her own. again, it came back negative. So, they were at a dead end. For 11 months, the police questioned

more than 1,300 people and collected approximately 218 DNA samples. It was many tests and many people, but all of them came back negative. So, on September 22nd, 2005, they decided to change strategies and draw attention. They publicly communicated to the press that they had two significant pieces of evidence in this investigation, cigarette butts from camel Turkish gold and blood from the killer on a window. They also added that both samples matched. It was only a matter of time before they found out who the killer was. They hoped this would get someone to talk, get clues, testimonies, or even prompt the killer to confess. But what they didn't expect was what happened next, someone sent two emails to the parents, confessing the crime and saying that they would

soon end their life. Music, the government the satisfaction of watching me die so I will end my life in a place and manner of my own choosing. I do not consider it suicide. I call it, music, justice. The marriage that received these words immediately called their son and did everything they could to persuade him, to calm him down. They talked to him, promised him that if he turned himself in, his life wouldn't be in danger. So, on the 27th of that same month, he called the police and turned himself in. And guess who it was? Eric Cappell, Lily Prudam's husband at the time, Adrian's best friend. I am a broken man. I cannot understand nor explain my sinful actions, the terrible agony inflicted on so many people.

Words escape me. Eric Cappell, no official explanation has ever been given for the crimes, as Eric has never spoken. However, the police believe they have. an explanation. Weeks before the wedding, Lily cancelled it. They had argued, and the girl decided she couldn't take it anymore. She broke up with him and left the house. She and Adrian decided that on November 1st, they would travel to Australia. Obviously, when Eric found out about this, he went into a rage. He thought that Adrian had turned Lily against him and that Adrian was responsible for the wedding being called off. So, the man, on October 31st, got drunk, grabbed a knife,

snuck through the window of the house, and went up to the second floor with the intention of killing Adrian. Eric knew the layout of the house perfectly. He had been there countless times, watching movies, eating, and dining. But what he didn't know was that Adrian no longer slept in the same room, and in that room, Leslie Mazzara was sleeping. He entered the room in the dark, stabbed Leslie, and then realized that it wasn't Adrian. So, with the knife in hand, he silently walked to Adrian's room, where he savagely attacked her.

Adrian was athletic, she played volleyball, so the girl didn't make it easy. She fought back, struck her attacker, and at one point, she drew blood. But he had a weapon, and Adrian was unprotected, so he fatally wounded her and then ran away, escaping through the window, leaving blood drops on the window. The most sinister part of all this is that Eric Capel used Adrian's death to his advantage. For months, he consoled Lily and eventually convinced her that what Adrian would have wanted was for the two of them to get married. The man organized a wedding in honor of his deceased friend, arranged speeches, played her

favorite music, and made sure Adrian's photo was placed at the wedding table. So, we could say that this man's cynicism knows no bounds. Eric Capel was charged with two counts of first-degree murder and pleaded guilty to both, thus waiving a trial. His defense attorney and the prosecution reached an agreement to remove the death penalty. Eric didn't want to die, so he committed to the following. First, he agreed to spend the rest of his life in prison without the possibility of parole. Second, he waived the right to appeal. Third, he promised to never give any interviews to radios, TV stations, or newspapers. So, we'll never know from his own mouth why he killed Leslie and Adrian. But now it's your turn. What do you think of the case, and why do you think Eric killed these girls?

Finn. Friday afternoon, police expanded the search area and focused on a wooded area where they found her lunchbox. Investigators asked for 200 additional volunteers, more than 1,100 showed up. The $25,000 reward continues to grow, and the family is hopeful that people will continue to make donations. On April 13, 2011, a strange event shocked the town of Parsons, Tennessee. It seemed that a perfect girl, a girl who had never gotten into trouble, had been kidnapped inside her own home. But the strangest thing wasn't the kidnapping itself, it was that this girl did everything she could to be found. Holly Bobo was born on October 12th, 1990, in Tennessee, United States, as one of two children of Dana and Karen Bobo.

Holly was described by those who knew her as a very sweet, shy, and reserved girl. However, according to her best friend, Mary Beth Helms, when you got to know her, you'd realize she was a very fun person, she loved to laugh, make jokes, and she was truly devoted to the people she loved. Another important part of Holly was her education. Her dream was to leave the town she lived in, Parsons, in Decatur County. In fact, she got such good grades that everyone believed she would make it one day. People said there was nothing in this world that could stand in her way. Her teachers held her in high regard, her friends adored her, and Holly was the apple of her parents' eye. She was a good student, a good daughter, a good friend. She didn't drink, didn't smoke, she was practically the

perfect girl. In 2009, she started dating a boy named Drew Scott. According to witnesses, they made a great couple. They were the kind of couple that did everything together, they shared friends, classes, hobbies. And after two years, Drew bought Holly an engagement ring. The idea was to finish their studies and then get married. But unfortunately, that never happened. On the morning of April 13, 2011, Holly disappeared. There is a very clear timeline of events, but every outlet reports it differently. They take certain times, certain facts, certain witnesses, and from there tell the story as they wish.

So here, we're just going to focus on what exactly happened at the Bobo House. By then, 20-year-old Holly was studying nursing at the University of Tennessee, specifically at the Martin Parson Center. During the month of April, Holly was taking exams, and her main goal was to get the best grades possible. So every day, she would wake up at 4, study, get ready, and at exactly 7 o'clock, she'd leave the house. She was responsible, punctual, studious.

But that morning, something went wrong. On April 13th, Holly Bobo woke up at 4.30 a.m. and immediately started study. At 7.30, just as she was about to leave for class, her boyfriend called her. The boy was supposedly on a trip, specifically, he was turkey hunting on the other side of the county, which was very common among people in Parsons. Everyone hunted, everyone had guns, so Holly wasn't surprised. At 742, Holly picked up the phone and called a friend. And from this point on, everything became chaos. Several neighbors said that around this time, they heard screaming. Some said it was a girl's screams, others said it was

cats, cats fighting. Either way, at 746, a neighbor called his mother to tell her what he was hearing. He said someone was screaming, and that it might be Holly Bobo. The neighbors were well aware of Holly's routine, and by 746, she should have already been on her way to class. So the boy's mother, after hanging up, directly called Karen Bobo, Holly's mother. She knew Karen was at work, and that Holly, a strong-willed girl, was also too shy, too sweet to be screaming like that. And judging by the screams, the girl was having a very intense and heated argument with a man. At 7.50, the Bobo family's dog started barking. They were nervous, agitated, anxious, and they were making such a fuss that

Clint Bobo, Holly's brother, woke up. That morning, he didn't have class, so he decided to stay in bed. But now the dogs wouldn't let him sleep, so he got up, walked to the window, and saw what appeared to be a couple arguing. According to Clint, Holly was arguing with a man at the entrance of the garage. She was on her knees, and in front of her was a man whose face he couldn't see. The girl was yelling and asking for explanations, while the man, in a deep voice, gave her orders Clint couldn't make out. According to his estimates, the man was between five feet seven inches and six feet two inches, and weighed between 180 and 200 pounds. He was wearing camouflage, a cap, and underneath the cap, Clint could make out long, black hair.

At first, Clint thought that man was Drew Scott, Holly's boyfriend. But at some point, his phone started ringing. On the other end was his mother, Karen Bobo. Karen asked him what was going on, and if it was true that Holly was arguing with someone. Clint responded by describing what he was seeing, Holly on her knees while Drew gave her orders. That's when Karen said the following words, Clint, that's not Drew. Grab a gun and shoot him. Hearing this, Clint was in shock. He had just woken up, his eyes were still foggy, he didn't know what was happening. He didn't know what was happening, he was disoriented. So he just kept watching the scene. He stood frozen at the window, until he saw his sister stand up and walk toward the woods with that man. A man who

Clint now saw had a black object in one of his hands, an object that very well could have been a weapon. It was then that he realized this man was too big to be Drew Scott. So he grabbed the phone and called his sister and Drew, but neither of them answered. Several more minutes passed until Clint gathered enough courage to grab a gun and go outside. And when he did, he saw that at the garage door, there were several drops of blood, drops that seemed to belong to Holly Bobo. At 8.10 a.m., police arrived at the Bobo home. And from there, they noticed the following. To begin with, several neighbors had heard screams at the same time, screams from a girl and a man. Then, several people near the Bobo house said they had seen a white pickup truck speeding away,

heading north. And third, at the garage door of the Bobo house, there were 15 drops of blood, blood that could have belonged to Holly Bobo. With all of this, the officers tracked Holly Bobo's phone. Although the signal bounced and they had trouble locating it, they determined it was moving north, specifically toward a wooded area near Interstate 40. Between 8.30 and 9am, the phone stopped moving. Then, for 20 or 30 minutes, it moved again, then finally stopped, and the signal disappeared. Let's now put ourselves in the shoes of the investigators. We have screams. We have witnesses. We have a white truck. And we have two men who seem to be suspects. To begin with, we have Drew Scott, who was able to confirm his entire alibi.

He was hunting on the other side of the county, and he had a witness. Then we have Clint Bobo, whose story is too strange. He saw his sister arguing with someone in front of the garage, and yet he didn't go outside, didn't grab a gun, didn't defend her, he simply called her on the phone and waited. So for minute one, police placed him in the spotlight. To be continued. And then we have Clint Bobo, whose story was far too strange. He saw his sister arguing with someone at the garage door, and even so, he didn't go out,

didn't grab a gun, didn't defend her, he simply called her on the phone and waited. So the police placed him under scrutiny for minute one. On April 3rd, 2011, police examined Clint looking for injuries, scratches, bruises, anything to suggest that Clint had fought with Holly. But unfortunately, the boy was clean. So police submitted him to a polygraph test, and once again, he passed it without any problems. On Friday, April 16th of that same year, more than 1,000 volunteers spread out across all of Parsons. They searched the woods, the roads, the shops, the homes, and they didn't find Holly anywhere.

But what they did find were dozens of her belongings. First, in the middle of the forest, they found her lunchbox, and later on, some books and notebooks with her name on them. It was as if the girl had been leaving breadcrumbs so they could find her. They found her ID, her backpack, her scarf, they found dozens of things that belonged to her. So the family pressured the police because they were convinced Holly was still alive. They knew officers had Holly's phone signal, so logically, they had to know where she was. But no matter how much they searched, they couldn't find her anywhere. Finally, after an exhaustive search, they found her phone in the middle of the woods.

With no other suspects, police returned again and again to Clint Bobo. So once more, they submitted him to a polygraph test, and once more, he passed. Police then decided to investigate criminal records of people living near the Bobo residence, and they discovered that, indeed, there was a criminal living not far away. His name was Terry Britt, and he had been arrested for assaulting eight women, eight women who were practically identical to Holly Bobo, young, pretty, blonde. Physically, the man matched the description Clint Bobo had given. So on April 18th, police searched his home and tapped his phones.

That's when they discovered the following. First, Brits' wife was a journalist and worked for the local newspaper. On the morning of Holly's kidnapping, this woman covered the story, spoke with the police, and with volunteers. And in the middle of the morning, Britt called her and told her to quit her job, drop everything, and come home. Then, there's the fact that when Britt stalled a girl, he would always use his wife as an alibi, she always covered for him. So once again, that phone call was very suspicious. And lastly, in the week before the kidnapping, several people reported seeing Terry Britt following Holly while she was out shopping.

musical note, music, all of this made him look like the prime suspect. So the lead investigator in this case focused only on him. All theories, all hypotheses, everything pointed to him. He didn't look for other suspects. He didn't explore other leads. He simply centered everything on Brit. So at some point, he was removed from the case. For a long time, the case seemed stalled, no new witness.

is, no new evidence, no new suspects. But then, a girl showed up at the police station and told a sinister story. She said that some time ago, she had gone on a double date with Holly Bobo, Drew Scott, and her own boyfriend. And throughout the entire date, they felt they were being watched by a guy named Shane Austin. Rumors spread that Shane was obsessed with Holly Bobo, rumors that he followed her, stalked her, spied on her. But Holly never realized this. That day, during the date, Shane wouldn't stop looking at her. If Holly looked one way, Shane looked at her. If Holly looked at him, Shane looked away. Shane Austin wasn't an ordinary guy. He had a reputation for being very problematic. He hung out with brothers

Zach and Dylan Adams, and with their cousin Jason Autry, and it must be said that all of them had criminal records for robbery, drug possession, and trafficking. On top of that, Shane Austin owned a white pickup truck, the same white truck that many people reported seeing leaving the Bobo House the morning Holly was taken. With all of this, police interrogated the boys, but none of them talked. They all had alibis, and they all backed each other up. So the police decided to apply pressure to the weakest link, and that was Dylan Adams. They kept calling him in from time to time, questioning him, and finally, on September 25, 2013, the boy broke down. That's when they obtained the following recording, he confessed that his brother Zach had kidnapped

Holly, and that he even recorded everything on video. He said that on April 13th, he went to Zach's house to borrow the truck, and once there, he found everyone, Holly, Jason Autry, Shane Austin, and Zach. He said that Zach was completely dressed in camouflage that day. He and that if they searched the house, they'd find all kinds of evidence. Police searched the house, but unfortunately, they didn't find anything suspicious, no DNA, no belongings of Holly, nothing. So they decided to check all the call logs from that morning. And on April 13th, all the boys talked to each other,

Zach called Shane, Jason, Dylan, he called them all. So once again, everything pointed to them knowing something. But without a body and without a murder weapon, police couldn't act. So they went to speak with Shane Austin. And this guy agreed to confess everything in exchange for immunity. He said that if he wasn't going to jail, he would tell them where Holly's body was. But for one reason or another, he never actually revealed it. So his words weren't taken seriously.

In July 2014, there was a new development in the case. A girl named Sandra King reported to authorities that in May of that year, a guy named Jeff Piercy showed her a video of Zach assaulting Holly Bobo, a video in which Zach hit Holly while she was tied up and crying. When Sandra asked Jeff why he had that video, he said his brother Mark was the one who recorded it. He also told her that they did everything to Holly, that they kidnapped her, beat her, and finally killed her, and that all of it was recorded on several videos. Police immediately arrested Jeff and Mark Piercy. But on their phones, there was no trace of any such videos. And when questioned, the brothers claimed it was all a lie,

that the videos didn't exist and Sandra had made everything up. Everything seemed lost, until in September 2014, two hunters found bones in a wooded area in northern Decatur, Tennessee. Specifically, under a plastic bucket, they found a skull with a point-3-2 caliber bullet hole in it. Next to it were small ribs, teeth, and the humorous bone. Weeks later, it was confirmed that these remains belonged to Holly Lynn Bobo. So arrests proceeded quickly. In March 2015, Shane Austin was found dead in his cell, so unfortunately, he could no longer be prosecuted. However, on September 11, 2017, the remaining suspects were put on trial. Jason Autry, Zach, and Dylan Adams had to prove their innocence. But this time, they weren't

getting away with it. The first to testify was Jason Autry, who confessed everything in exchange for a reduced sentence. He said that on the morning of April 13, 2011, Zach called him asking for help. Jason thought it had to do with a drug dealer or some kind of financial problem. But when he got in the car and saw Zach, he realized it was much worse. Inside Shane Austin's white pickup truck was Holly's body, wrapped in sheets. The four boys got in the truck and drove to the river. Once there, they took the body out and tried to throw it in the water. But at one point, Zach realized Holly was still alive.

So he went back to the truck, grabbed him. a .32 caliber pistol, and shot her in the head. The sound of the gunshot echoed everywhere. So the boys panicked, loaded the body back into the truck, and then split up. Jason, Dylan, and Shane went home, and Zach took care of getting rid of the body. Days later, Zach told Jason he had left the body in Kelly Ridge, but it must be said, this was not true. The body was found in the middle of a forest. According to Jason, Zach, Shane, and Dylan had gone to the Bobo House to teach Clint Bobo how to use methamphetamine. But when Holly found out, she went outside and started yelling at Zach.

That ended with Holly's kidnapping, and later, her murder. According to the evidence, everything lined up. But the boy's defense argued the following. On one hand, they said Zach was 100% innocent, and tried to shift attention back to Terry Britt, who had a criminal record. On the other hand, they said Dylan had a mental disability and therefore couldn't have plotted Holly Bobo's kidnapping and murder. Unfortunately, more than 12 witnesses said otherwise. They said Zach spent a long time bragging about the crime, that he boasted again and again about killing her.

And once in prison, while awaiting trial, he mocked Holly with other inmates, assuring everyone that since there was no evidence against him, they'd never catch him. On September 22nd, 2017, the jury found Zach guilty on all charges. And the next day, he was sentenced to life in prison without parole. On January 18, 2018, Dylan Adams was found guilty and sentenced to 15 years for first-degree murder and 35 years for aggravated kidnapping, again without the possibility of parole. As for Jason, in 2019, he finished serving time for a previous crime, and from that point, it remains to be seen what would become of him. But it must be said, to this day, we still don't know.

So now it's your turn, what do you think about the case? Do you believe the sentences were fair? The end. And the blood just kept coming out of her mouth, and maybe it'll fade too with time, but I don't think so. That haunts me the most. We begin the night of May 19, 1983. A woman was brought to Mackenzie Willamette Hospital.

in Oregon, completely covered in blood. She was screaming and gesturing wildly, with a towel on her arm, repeatedly saying that a man had shot her three children. She spoke of a tall man with long hair, a man who shot her children while they were in the car. Several doctors rushed out of the emergency room and ran to the vehicle, and indeed, three small children, ranging in age from eight to three years old, were fighting between life and death in the backseat of a tiny car. The doctors did everything they could to save the lives of the three children, but one of them did not survive. What exactly happened, and why would someone want to kill three children? We'll find out next. Musica, Musica, Elizabeth Jien Fredrickson Downs, better known as Diane

Downs, was born on August 7, 1955, in Phoenix, Arizona, the eldest of four children to Gaden Fredrickson and Wesley Lyndon. We have many details about her childhood, but unfortunately, these have not been corroborated since most of them come from Diane Downs herself. There are no witnesses, no documents, only her word. It is said that when she was a child, she was a sad and lonely girl. She wasn't very outgoing, didn't make many friends, and spent most of her time alone. Her mother was apparently negligent, and her father left when she was 12, marked the turning point in her personality. Diane never saw herself as a pretty girl, but from that point on, things only got worse. She felt dirty, horrible, unattractive,

and at 13 years old, she tried to take her own life. At 14, her body underwent changes, changes that quickly attracted the attention of other boys. Being insecure and not loving herself, she became what many would call an easy girl. As soon as a boy showed her a bit of affection, she gave herself completely and considered that person the love of her life. Practically every week, she had a new boyfriend, and practically every week, she got into trouble. Still, Diane was a very good student, getting good grades, being punctual, and turning in her assignments. It is also said that she was an avid reader. She graduated from Moon Valley High School in Phoenix, and after that, she enrolled at the Pacific Coast Baptist Bible College in Orange, California.

However, this is when all her problems began. A year after enrolling there, she was expelled for promiscuous behavior. Sources disagree on what exactly happened. Some say she had a different boyfriend every week, and no one knows for sure, but the fact is that as soon as she was expelled, she packed her bags, left home, and married her boyfriend, a guy named Stephen Downs. The wedding took place in 1973 when Diane was 18, and the following year, they brought their first child into the world, a daughter named Christy. Two years later, they had their second, Cheryl Lynn, and in 1979, their third, Stephen Daniel. Stephen Downs had a full-time job, and Diane worked part-time at the post office.

They were young, had a beautiful house, stable jobs, and three lovely, well-behaved children. So, by all appearances, this family seemed perfect, but in practice, it was a little bit of quite the opposite. From the start, Stephen Downs was convinced that Diane was being unfaithful. He believed she was flirting with others, that she had lovers, and when their third child was born, it all seemed to be confirmed in his mind because the dates didn't add up. So, he filed for divorce and disappeared from her life. After the divorce, Diane got custody of the three children and continued with her life as usual. She moved to Oregon, bought a new house, and the gossip began to spread that she was seeing a married man. The man in question was named Robert

Nickerbocker, also known as Nick. It said that for a while, they worked together, and there were rumors that they were flirting, going out for dinner, and being seen in hotels. But what happened was that what seemed like an adventure for Nick, for Diane, was something much more serious. She called him at all hours, sent him letters, and picked him up everywhere. It was something so obsessive, and when she had the chance, Nick disappeared. He changed jobs, didn't answer her letters, didn't answer her calls. But Diane said she was deeply in love and under no circumstances intended to give up. She continued sending letters, calling, and looking for him, and in the middle of this chaos, the terrible accident occurred on May 19, 1983.

Diane and her three children went to spend the afternoon at a friend's house. They had a snack, laughed, and had a good time, and the evening stretched until about 9.30 p.m. When Diane loaded the kids into the car, started the engine, and headed home. As I mentioned earlier, Diane had recently moved and had the habit of exploring everything. She loved taking walks, looking at trees, the river, discovering new paths, and that night, she decided to try different roads. It was very late and everything was dark, so at one point, the children fell asleep, but Diane continued exploring. At a certain point, she drove on to a poorly lit rural road.

The road initially seemed perfect, even though it was dark, it seemed safe. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a tall man with long hair appeared and signaled to her. Diane stopped the car, got out, and asked what he wanted, to which the man responded by pulling out a gun and demanding the car keys. Diane, of course, refused and told him to go away, that she didn't want any trouble, that her children were sleeping. The man, enraged, opened fire on her three children. He shot once, twice, again, and at some point, he shot Diane in the left arm. That's when the woman grabbed the keys, pretended to throw them, pushed her attacker, got in the car, and started the engine. I was a guy standing in the road,

and he waved me down, so I stopped. Everything was done in a matter of seconds. He swung himself around and fired twice. One caught me in the arm, the other one went off somewhere. Danny cried the whole way. I could hear him softly just moaning and crying. He was dying. God, all the blood, all the pain. At one point, the woman had to stop the car to wrap a towel around her arm because the last thing she wanted was to lose consciousness and for her three children to die because of it. So she stopped, wrapped the towel around her arm, and started the engine. From then on, she did not stop until she reached the emergency room door. A full emergency response was triggered, and the three children were treated immediately.

Unfortunately, little Cheryl Lynn, who was seven years old, died much earlier than she received first aid. And this is when two very important things happen. First, we would expect a mother who is about to lose her children to immediately call their father, grab a phone, and inform him, asking him to come see his children. But what Diane did was call Nick, that man who had rejected her countless times. And secondly, all the witnesses said that the woman behaved very strangely. Yes, she was very nervous, yes, she was anxious, but she didn't shed a single tear.

In fact, at one point, she even complained that the blood stains would be very difficult to remove from the inside of her car. She was more worried about the car than about the lives of her children. So the police interrogated her. To be continued. But she didn't shed a single tear, and at one point, she even complained that the blood stains would be very difficult to remove from the inside of her car. She seemed more concerned about the car than the lives of her children. So, the police interrogated her. However, it wasn't exactly an interrogation, but more of a first contact.

They wanted to know what had happened, why the children were bleeding, who had attacked them, and why. The woman recounted the story step by step, talking about the attacker, the shots, that he had pushed her, that she had pretended to throw the keys. But in this story, there were four really strange points. First, why would a mother with three children take an unfamiliar, dark road? It's fine that she liked to explore, that she enjoyed walks, but at that hour, in a place she didn't know, it didn't make sense. Second, why would she stop the car, get out, and speak to a stranger? She had three children in the car, three minors, three defenseless kids.

Why leave them alone? Third, why would a mother take care of herself before caring for? her children. Why wouldn't she try to stop the children's bleeding? Why only think of herself? And fourth, why would she pretend to throw the keys? Why would she make that gesture and push her attacker, even with her injured arm? No matter how you look at it, this story doesn't make sense. But Diane had answers for everything. She knew how to respond and how to answer. And the whole of the United States rallied around her. Diane downed. appeared on the covers of all the newspapers, she was on television, radio, in magazines,

and everyone saw her as a heroic mother, and all of this made her feel more loved than ever. In fact, while the entire world supported Diane, the police weren't so sure. They had doubts and remained suspicious the whole time. At one point, they asked her to indicate the exact spot where everything happened, the point on the road, which side of the street. But the woman couldn't say, She said everything was dark, she didn't remember very well, and that it could have been here or there. So they asked her to do a reconstruction of the events, which, by the way, was filmed.

An interesting point of the reconstruction is that the police asked Diane where the attacker opened fire from, and she said it was from the front, specifically from the driver's door. The door was open, and he fired from inside. But what happened was that the forensic analysis completely contradicted this story. If the attacker had shot from there, there would have been blood stains, gunpowder, but neither was found, neither inside nor outside the door. When the trajectory of the bullets was analyzed, they determined that the shots didn't come from outside, but from inside, specifically from the driver's seat. And, incredibly, Diane tried to justify this by saying the attacker shot from various points, here, there, and that's why the trajectory seemed different. She changed her story out of pure convenience. But the description of the attacker appeared in all the newspapers and on all the television stations, a tall, strong man with long hair, and hundreds of people believed her until the end.

After all, she was a heroic mother, and a mother would never harm her children. Everybody says you sure were lucky. Well, I don't feel very lucky. I couldn't tie my damn shoes for months. it is very painful. It's still painful. The scar is to be there forever. I'm to remember that night for the rest of my life whether I want to or not. I don't think I was very lucky. I think. The police asked Diane for permission to search her entire house, and the woman said she had nothing to hide. So, several officers entered her property and searched everywhere. What they expected to find was the crime weapon. a .22 caliber pistol. But although they didn't find it, they did manage to take the following. On one hand, they found .22 caliber, unfired bullet casings, but the gun itself was nowhere to be found. The caliber matched the one used to attack the children, but without a weapon, they couldn't

accuse her of anything. Secondly, they found her journal, a journal whose main subject was Nick, the man who had rejected her countless times. She wrote about Nick all the time and mentioned again and again that she would do anything to be with him. I couldn't find the excerpts from that journal, which is a shame because all the sources contradict each other, but they all agree on one thing, her love for Nick was above everything else, above being a daughter, above being a sister, and above being a mother. For that reason, the police decided to interrogate everyone who knew Diane Downs personally, thinking that maybe this woman was mentally unstable.

Her ex-husband recounted the whole story he lived with her, the infidelities, the lies, and he said she was capable of killing her children just to get her way. Another very interesting thing he said was that this woman bought two guns during a trip to Arizona, one of which was a .22 caliber, the same caliber that ended Cheryl Lynn's life. Nick, Diane's love, told the police that this woman was completely crazy. She called him at all hours, sent him letters, followed him, and he saw her capable of doing anything. In fact, Nick said he saw Diane as capable of killing her own children. Two other witnesses completely undermined the image of this woman. A neighbor of the children's grandparents

said that Cheryl Lynn, before the accident, told him she was afraid of her mother. And two eyewitnesses said that after the accident, they saw Diane Downs driving her car at eight to ten kilometers per hour. Diane surely pressed the accelerator after the attack and didn't release it, only stopping to cover her arm. But these witnesses said the opposite, and obviously, all this information was leaked to the press, making people doubt this woman's story. When I go to bed, I cry at night. Even now, I still cry. I dream about Cheryl, but at night, when I close my eyes, I can see Christy reaching her hand out to me while I'm driving, and the blood just keeps coming out of her mouth, and that maybe it'll fade too with time, but I don't think so.

That haunts me the most. Without the crime weapon, the police had nothing. The two children were severely injured, and neither could speak. Danny, three years old, was paralyzed from the waist down, and Christy had suffered a stroke. Slowly, she began to remember more details, and this placed Diane in a very delicate situation. If she was involved in the attack, her story would soon collapse. Sources do not agree on what happened next. Some say one thing, others say another, but it seems that the public began to turn its back on Diane Downs. So, the woman desperately sought to win everyone back, giving more interviews, changing her version, and fighting tooth and nail for her truth, a truth that became stranger

every day. Eventually, she announced on television that she was expecting her fourth child. Diane did everything she could to regain the image of a heroic mother. She constantly talked about how she had to get back to walking and repeated again and again how much she missed her children. She said she loved them so much and missed them. Then, Christy spoke and told what everyone was waiting to hear. In fact, the little girl said that the man everyone had been talking about didn't exist. The one who shot them was none other than her mother. She said that Diane stopped the car, opened the glove compartment, took out a gun, and fired at her and her siblings.

After that, everything was blurry. With this information, on February 28, 1984, Diane Downes was arrested and charged with one count of murder, one of attempted murder, and one of assault. She was found guilty, and she could likely spend the rest of her life in prison. According to the prosecutors, the motive for the crime was clear, the children were a hindrance to Diane getting Nick's attention. If the children died, Nick would be there for her. So, she planned at all, she would fire at the children and then dispose of the weapon. With everything against her, Diane was found guilty of all charges on June 17th of that same year and sentenced to 50 years in prison.

To be eligible for parole, she had to spend 25 years behind bars. But the woman was not very patient, to say the least. She tried to escape three times, none of which were successful, and never once apologized for the crime she committed. To this day, she still claims she is completely innocent. And it's worth mentioning that, in just a couple of months, she will be able to present her motion for parole. As for her three surviving children,

none of them wants anything to do with Diane Downs. Diane and Christy were adopted by the prosecutor in the case, and the fourth baby, as soon as he was born, was also adopted. It should be noted that the latter has appeared on several programs, including Oprah, ABC News, and in all of them, he has repeatedly said that he wants nothing to do with his biological mother. But now it's your turn. What do you think of the case? Do you think Diane told the truth? The end, everything was dark, so the girl could. couldn't see anything. She could make out the shape of the bed, the furniture, and the

silhouette of her friend. She reassured herself and turned to call 911, but just as she did, she slipped and fell to the ground. As soon as her hands hit the floor, she realized the whole room was covered in blood. We begin on the night of October 31st, 2004, which promised to be just like any other in Dorset Street, Napa Valley, California. From 5 p.m. to 11 p.m., all the kids went trick-or-treating. The younger ones went first, followed by the older ones, who were carrying toilet paper and eggs. If you didn't want your house to be egged, you had to be home when they rang the doorbell. That's why friends Adrian I. Soa, Lauren Meen, and Leslie Mazara spent the evening at home doing the typical Halloween activities, watching movies,

eating popcorn, telling those stories. Every time someone rang the doorbell, one of the girls would get up, open the door, give out candy, and return to the couch. But by 11.30 p.m., the doorbell stopped ringing, and the three friends went to bed. They turned off the TV, switched off the lights, and each went to their own room, unaware that they had been watched all night by a stranger. This story starts with a 26-year-old girl named Adrian Isoa. Adrian was always a very outgoing and competitive person. Her friends described her as a lovely person who was always there for you, no matter the hour or day. If you were feeling down, she would drop everything and come find you. During her teenage years, Adrian had an accident, which resulted

in short-term memory loss. However, this never stopped her. She continued to excel, earned a scholarship, and became a civil engineer, landing a good job in Napa. Wherever she went, she made friends, and at this particular job, she met her best friend, Lily Prudam. According to sources, Lily was practically her soulmate. They went to the movies, shopping, shared secrets, joys, and sorrows, they shared everything. But what happened was that Lily, at the time, was in a relationship with a guy named Eric Capel, so whenever she was with Adrian, Eric was always present. Over time, the three of them became inseparable. As the years passed, Eric decided it was time to become independent, so he spoke to a friend named Lauren Mesa, and together, they rented a beautiful little house on Dorset Street.

Living there was practically perfect, lovely houses, immaculate gardens, low crime rates, it was the perfect place. However, the house was too big, and the rent was high, so in early 2004, the two friends placed an ad in the newspaper looking for a roommate to share the expenses. That's when a girl named Leslie Mazara, 21 years old, showed up. Leslie was from South Carolina, and as soon as they saw her, they knew she had been a beauty queen, not exactly how they knew, but all sources point out that it was the first thing they noticed about her. Maybe it was her walk, her hair, or her makeup, Leslie simply looked like a doll. Leslie had been in Napa for a short time, and she told them that she had recently moved

because she had broken up with her boyfriend. She was friendly, cheerful, and had a stable job with such good credentials that Lauren and Adrian didn't hesitate for a second and immediately gave her a copy of the house keys. The three girls got along so well that on October 31st, they decided to spend the day together at home, watching movies, eating popcorn, telling ghost stories. By 11.30 p.m., they decided to go to sleep. Lauren's room was on the ground floor, and the others were. on the second floor.

Lauren, at that moment, wasn't feeling sleepy, so when she got into bed, she grabbed the phone and called her father. The night seemed calm. The kids had already gone home, and the noise, shouting, barking, music, was slowly fading away. But amidst this calm, Lauren heard a strange noise. She heard what seemed like someone sneaking through the kitchen window and slowly walking up the stairs.

The girl couldn't believe it, she thought maybe she was imagining it, that Leslie or Adrian had come downstairs to get a drink of water and then returned to bed. But the sound was so clear and strange that it became impossible to ignore, so she, phone in hand, opened the door of her room and peeked out. She waited five, ten, fifteen seconds, and when she didn't hear anything, she slowly walked to the bottom of the stairs. And once there, several loud noises began, shouting, banging, objects being thrown, and then someone started running down the stairs. The girl was so scared that she ran out and hid in the backyard. She stayed there for several minutes and, over time, heard the supposed intruder escape through the window and run down the street.

When this happened, Lauren hung up the phone and slowly went upstairs to the second floor. She wanted to check if the girls were okay. So, the first thing she did was head toward Leslie's room, and as soon as she entered, she found the girl fast asleep. Everything was dark, but Lauren could clearly see that Leslie was lying in bed, completely silent. So, the girl took a deep breath and went to Adrian's room. Once there, she realized her friend wasn't in bed but rather kneeling at the foot of it.

The girl was crying, murmuring, and begging Lauren to call 911 immediately. Everything was dark, so Lauren couldn't see anything, only the shape of the bed, the furniture, and the silhouette of her friend. She reassured her and turned to call 911, but just as she did, she slipped and fell to the ground. As soon as her hands touched the floor, she realized the entire room was covered in blood and that Lauren was crying because she was covered in stab wounds. Lauren quickly ran out of the house, and once outside, she called 911. In her call, she told the police that one of her friends was still alive. But when the ambulance arrived, neither of the two was breathing. Both Leslie and Adrian had been stabbed repeatedly, and no one could explain who could have done such a thing.

They were good girls, never got into trouble, didn't have enemies, and owed nothing to anyone, so finding the criminal seemed practically impossible. On November 1st, Lily Prudom and Eric Cappell had their wedding scheduled. They had been together for eight years, and Adrian was going to be their maid of honor. The wedding was supposed to take place in Hawaii, but a few weeks before, they decided to cancel it because they supposedly had an argument. According to Lily, it was a very absurd discussion, and after hearing about Adrian's death, they decided they should get married in her honor. So, in February 2005, they rescheduled the wedding and married in front of all their friends and family. During the dance, they played Adrian's favorite song, and the girl's mother said words about eternal love.

So, as you can imagine, tears were guaranteed. Eric spoke about her, Lily got emotional, and everyone remembered Adrian and Sonia every moment. But while all this was happening, the police kept investigating, as this case was too strange. There were some questions that still had no answers, questions such as, who could do something like this to three friends? What kind of criminal would kill two girls and leave a possible witness alive? First of all, there were no doors or windows forced, and the intruder sneaked in through a window that was already open.

Second, there was nothing of value missing from the house, so the criminal didn't steal anything and clearly knew the interior of the house. He entered through the window, went down the hall, and directly up the stairs. Third, Adrian and Leslie were both killed by multiple stab wounds. I can't find the exact number of stabs these girls received, but everything seems to indicate that it was a lot, which means this crime was of a passionate nature. To be continued. But the information we have is truly shocking, as it is said that she became the main accomplice

of this killer. She lived for an entire year inside the Holmes Castle and was aware of many of the crimes committed by her husband. Let's begin. On May 7, 1896, one of the most bloodthirsty and wanted criminals of the 19th century, H. H. Holmes, was executed before the watchful eyes of dozens of people. This man would have gone down in history as just as simple fraud's terror if it weren't for the fact that his prodigious mind pushed him to create the terrible Holmes Castle, a place where your worst nightmares became reality. But before reaching this point, let's get to know a bit about him. Hermann Webster Mudgeett was born on May 16, 1861, in Gilminton, New Hampshire. He was the son of Theodate

Page Price, who in her youth had been a teacher, and Levi Horton Mudgeett, a farmer. They were distinguished members of the Methodist Evangelical Church and, as such, instilled in their son the principles of Christian faith with great emphasis. They instilled effort, perseverance, and above all, discipline. Every night they made him read Bible passages, blessed the table, always went to church, and allowed the little one to express himself freely, so long as he did not show signs of straying from the path of faith. Because if they sensed that, the consequences were dire. If necessary, they supported their words with the use of a rod, sparing no effort. That is, according to Herman, they were capable of beating him over and over if they felt he was drifting from faith.

Herman was very intelligent, so much so that he completed compulsory studies at just 16 years old. However, he was not exactly popular. In fact, he was rather shy, so his classmates constantly mocked him. They pushed him, insulted him, bullied him constantly, and even dragged him to the lab and forced him to touch a human skeleton. The process of being dragged there was truly traumatic. But when his hands touched that body, Herman didn't feel fear. On the contrary, he felt something else. And he felt that from that moment, his life would be linked to death in one way or another

until the end of his days. And from then on, Herman decided he wanted to be a doctor. He would visit pharmacies and medical offices just to see human skeletons, but just looking wasn't enough. So he began hunting animals to dissect them and see what was inside. Like all young people of the time, upon finishing compulsory education, if he wanted to pursue higher studies, he had to work and earn money himself. And that's exactly what Herman Webster Mudgeett had to do. In the mornings, he worked in a shop, and in the afternoons, he helped his father on the farm. But the money he earned wasn't enough to pay for medical school. So his twisted business was a

mind kicked into action and came up with two infallible plans. The first was to sell corpses. Once he entered medical school, Herman began stealing bodies from the lab, bodies that were there for study. What he did with them was simple, he invented a story, created a life insurance policy whose sole beneficiary was himself, and then strategically placed the bodies in accidents, fires, falls from cliffs, carriage accidents, and afterward went to the police crying and collected the insurance money. But he didn't just do that. He would also strip the bodies of their flesh and sell the skeletons to doctors and pharmacies. With all the money he earned, he could continue paying for his studies. But even that seemed like too little to him. So he devised his

next plan, to swindle rich women. Herman wanted money quickly and easily. So at 18, he married Clara Lovering, a rich young woman who was madly in love with him. Blinded by love, this woman gave him a child and shared all her accounts with him. And what this man did was practically ruin her life, he signed checks in her name and in her parents' names, and spent thousands and thousands of dollars. And finally, once he graduated, he abandoned her and the child they had together. After this great swindle, Herman traveled from state to state, deceiving more people, always using different names so he'd never be identified.

Once he was H. M. Howard, another time Pratt, another Henry Gordon, another Harry Gordon, but the name he liked most was H. Holmes, perhaps inspired by the work of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. So from now on, we'll call him that. In 1885, traveling from state to state, he arrived in Illinois where, with all the money he had obtained by conning people, he opened a small office pretending to be an inventor. First, he claimed to have invented a machine that turned water into gas. And thanks to his charisma and good manners, he managed to deceive practically everyone, neighbors and a large company that was about to buy his patent for $2,000 of the time. But after an inspection, it was discovered to be a massive scam, as the machine's gas releasing

tube wasn't actually connected to any apparatus, but to the city's gas main. Having been discovered, Holmes invented a second great marvel, a mineral water fountain. According to him, he had found a mineral water source that could cure any ailment, and he sold it to people for 10 cents per liter. But again, after inspection, it was found that the water he was selling came directly from the city supply. So, no miracles, no stories, the water was completely normal. His ideas and resources were running out, so Holmes decided to look for another rich woman to deceive, and this was Myrtle Belknap.

However, he didn't count on the fact that he was still married to Clara Lovering. And this is where things get a bit murky. Holmes filed for divorce, but for some strange reason, his request was denied again and again. So what do you think he did? Exactly, he married Myrtle without divorcing Clara. Neither of the women knew the other existed, so at first there was no problem. He stole $5,000 from her to build a... an extravagant house in Womet, forged her signature and her father's, and when her father

found out, Holmes tried to poison him. So in 89, Myrtle filed for divorce, two years before Holmes managed to get one from Clara. Months after marrying Myrtle, Holmes opened several businesses that didn't take off. So he traveled from state to state until ending up in the city of Chicago. Once there, thanks to his charisma and good looks, he got a job in a pharmacy owned by Mrs. Houlton, a widow who quickly became enamored with him. From the start, this woman thought that having such a handsome man like Holmes, who was also a doctor, working at the pharmacy would make business go well. And indeed, things went swimmingly. So she made him manager of the store. But just as she did, overnight she and her daughter packed their bags and left

for Canada for health reasons. They didn't tell anyone, didn't say goodbye, just packed everything and vanished. What had really happened? Holmes killed them in the back room, chopped them into pieces, stuffed them into bags, and disposed of them like trash, but not before using forged signatures to seize all their money and the business. After becoming the owner of the pharmacy and Mrs. Holton's assets, Holmes expanded the business. Inside the pharmacy, he added a grocery section and a jewelry section and got romantically involved with the daughter of an employee, Julia Connor. Everything was going so well that he decided to take one more step in his criminal career, and his new plan would be terribly sinister. In 1893, the world's Colombian exposition was going

to be held in Chicago. So, if he wanted to make a big profit, he had to act fast. That's why in 1890 he acquired the land next to the pharmacy and built a hotel complex there, which he would call the Holmes Hotel. The place would consist of three floors and a basement. On the ground floor would be the shops, the pharmacy itself with a jewelry section and grocery store. On the second, 35 rooms for guests. And on the third, his personal office and guest rooms. That was the theory, the version everyone knew. A modest hotel, well-equipped, well-located. But the reality was truly sinister. To construct the Holmes Hotel, he hired several companies.

These started with the bottom, the shop area. And as soon as they began building upwards, Holmes would abruptly terminate the contract, claiming he wasn't satisfied, that they didn't understand him, that communication was poor. He'd break the contract and stopped paying them. So this part of the construction cost him nothing. Next, he would hire another company.

They'd build a couple rooms, and again home, would break the contract, claiming once again that they didn't understand each other, that the work was poor, that he didn't like the materials. No one ever had access to the blueprints, only homes. Only he knew how it would end. To be continued. No one had access to the blueprints, only homes. Only he knew how the hotel of horrors would end up looking. And besides, this hotel turned out to be very cheap for him to build because he always hired builders and never paid.

them. It turned out to be very cheap, not to say it cost him nothing. And now I will tell you why no one ever had the original blueprints and why he never let any builder finish its construction. On the ground floor, as you know, there were stores, the pharmacy, groceries, various rental spaces. And on the second floor was the Hotel of Death, rooms with secret passages, moving walls that crushed guests, ducks through which he released gas to suffocate people, people's to spy through, and shoots to send corpses down to the building's basement. Basements where there were acid tanks, quicklime, and furnaces to burn bodies. And also, inside, there were medieval torture machines.

Everything that has been told so far about the tortures the Inquisition did to so-called witches, Holmes applied it in his hotel's basement. And also, in that place, in that basement, Holmes had a laboratory where he dissected the bodies of his victims. And not only that, but he also turned his victims into skeletons that he later sold to doctors and pharmacies. Of the 35 rooms in that place, half of them were designed for torture, and three of them have gone down in history as true torture chambers. The first was the box, located on the second floor. The box was a room with no doors or windows, where people literally

died of starvation. The only access to that room was through a trapdoor in the ceiling, which was reached through the elevator shaft, which, by the way, was out of order. The second was the vault, a room located on the third floor, completely soundproof and designed to seal hermetically and cut off the air supply to the guest. And the third room was the strangulation room, and I think with that name, we all know what happened inside. Holmes's plans couldn't be carried out by one person alone. He couldn't find his victims, trapped them, control them, torture them, it was a

impossible. So he found a partner, Benjamin Pitazel. Pitazel was something like the hotel's public relations guy. He looked for clients, offered them very cheap lodging, and he also looked for female employees, cleaning staff, administrative assistants, receptionists. He offered them fake jobs and brought them to the hotel, turning them into the next victims. Holmes's Castle opened its doors in 1892 and remained mostly active during the 1893 exposition. In fact, it's estimated that during the time this exposition was open, from May 1st to October 30th, Holmes may have killed over 200 people. However, when the season ended, the hotel stopped receiving as many visitors, and money became scarce. That's when Holmes met Minnie Williams, a young real estate

heiress from Texas. At this point, the young Julia Connor, his lover, was no longer useful. If he stayed with Julia, he couldn't marry Minnie. So Holmes killed her and Minnie's sister. We don't know much about Minnie Williams's sister, but the information we do have is truly shocking, as it said that she became this killer's main accomplice. She lived inside the Holmes castle for an entire year and was aware of many of the crimes committed by her husband. In fact, many sources say she herself participated in many of them. The first murder she ordered was obviously that of Julia Connor and her daughter Pearl. She told her husband that if he wanted to marry her, he had to kill them.

The second was Emily Sigrand, a 17-year-old girl who worked at the same hotel. Minnie New Holmes was infatuated with her, so she ordered him to kill her to eliminate the competition. And the third was Emmeline Sigrand, who suffered the same. fate as Sigrind. Minnie Williams's murderous soul didn't just lead her to push her husband to kill possible rivals, she also made him kill her own sister with his own hands, believing she could also be competition. So you can imagine the esteem Holmes had for this woman.

In fact, he considered her the great love of his life. But since everything was disposable to him, he ended up getting rid of her too. In July of 1894, Holmes was arrested for the first time, but unfortunately, not for murder, but for fraud. And before he was released on bail, he became good friends with his cellmate, Marion Hedgepeth, a train robber. They got along so well that Holmes told him his entire criminal history.

And not only that, they also planned a scheme together that would make them a lot of money, faking Holmes's death. But for that, Holmes needed to get out of prison. So he asked Marion to get him a good lawyer, and said and done, Marion kept his end of the deal. But Holmes didn't. He tried to fake his death, it didn't work,

and he immediately stopped speaking to Marion, who disappeared from his life. Holmes quickly went back to look for his old partner Benjamin Pitusel and presented him with the plan of a lifetime, fake his death so they could both collect the insurance money. Pitusel, who trusted him blindly, accepted, and together they came up with the following plan. First, Holmes bought a patent office and took out a life

insurance policy on Benjamin Pitousel. Then he would fake his death in a supposed fire at that same office. His wife would identify the body, they'd collect the insurance money, split it, and that was that. The whole family knew about the plan. Carrie Pitazel, Benjamin's wife, was aware of everything. Her husband was supposed to go to Philadelphia after faking his death, and once she collected the insurance, she would take her share and go join him. However, At the last minute, Holmes thought everything would go much better if Benjamin really died. And indeed, on September 4, 1894, a strong explosion was reported at the Patent Office, and a man was supposedly killed in it.

The scene was simple, a disfigured corpse, and on a table, a bottle of alcohol, a box of matches, and a pipe. The association was simple, the man was drinking, lit a pipe, and suddenly everything exploded. However, the police didn't consider it an accident, mainly because the body had traces of chloroform. Still, they didn't really know what could have happened, or who could have killed him. They had no idea. So they just went on as if nothing had happened, and 11 days after the incident, nobody had claimed the body, no one had asked for it to be buried, no one had done anything, so it was buried in an unmarked grave, and the case was closed.

But two days after the burial, Carrie Pitusel claimed the body as her husband's and collected the insurance money. That's when all the alarms went off. The Pitusel family and homes split the money. But obviously, Marion Hedgepeth, who knew about the plan, hadn't received a single cent. He was still waiting for Holmes to pay him for the plan they had made a while ago, for a small percentage for having gotten him the lawyer that got him out of prison. So he decided to report him. Marion Hedgepeth told the entire plan to the St. Louis police,

and Inspector Frank Geyer quickly took charge of the case. Holmes was arrested on November 17th of that same year, but no one could accuse him of having killed anyone. According to Hedgepeth, he had faked his partner's death. But what happened? Investigations showed that the body was indeed that of Benjamin Pitazel. So the police decided to go further and search. Holmes' hotel. That's when Pandora's box was flung wide open. The passages were discovered,

the torture rooms, the trap doors, the cremation furnaces, the laboratory, absolutely everything was uncovered. And none of the people who had once known Holmes could have ever imagined that behind the walls of his hotel was a real hell. It was all so brutal that it was inevitable to sentence Holmes to death. On May 7, 1896, Herman Webster Mudgeett was hanged in front of dozens of onlookers. However, the Roke didn't break his neck when he dropped, so he agonized for 15 long minutes. In life, this man confessed to killing only 27 people, but just before he was hanged, he claimed to have only killed two. Many doctors tried to buy this man's body, some wanted his bones, others his hands. One even offered up to $15,000 for his

brain. But Holmes made it very clear while alive, he didn't want anyone to touch his body. So he requested that his coffin be buried three meters deep and covered with cement. And how do we know this is real and not a myth? Because in the early 21st century, his remains were exhumed to examine them and compare his DNA to samples taken from Jack the Ripper's victims. There is a really solid theory that says H.H. Holmes was actually Jack the Ripper. However, the DNA didn't match, so it was ruled out. But it was proven that this man had indeed been buried just as he had requested minutes before his execution. But now it's your turn, what do you think of this case? And how many victims do you think he really had, 227? The end. A twisted

game of fate, how Anna Williams dodged BTK's trap. It was an ordinary April night back in 1979, or so it seemed. Anna Williams, a 63-year-old widow, decided to step out of her predictable routine. Normally, Anna lived a quiet life. Early mornings, chores, short walks, dinner before sundown, and then off to bed. That was her rhythm. But on this particular evening, she did something rare, she went to her daughter's house for dinner, played with her grandkids, and stayed out late.

When Anna finally returned home, she unlocked her door, flipped on the lights, and froze. The house felt, wrong. Droars were yanked open. Clothes were strewn across her bed. And the back window was shattered. With trembling hands, she called the police, who chalked it up to a random burglary. But Anna had no idea she just escaped death itself. That same night, she unknowingly dodged the clutches of one of America's most notorious killers, BTK.

BTK's twisted world, Dennis Raider's path to infamy. Dennis Raider, the man who would later be known as the BTK killer, was born on March 9, 1945, in Pittsburgh, Kansas. He was the oldest of four kids born to Dorothea May and William Elvin Raider. Shortly after his birth, the family moved to Wichita, Kansas, where they'd settle permanently. Dennis' early childhood seemed pretty standard, or so he claimed. In one version of his story, he fell and hit his head as a toddler, but nobody in his family ever backed this up. Whether it happened or not, Dennis loved to sprinkle little details like

this into his narrative, as if crafting his own villain origin story. By all appearances, Dennis was your average kid. He went to church regularly, was polite, and stayed out of trouble, or so it seemed. But beneath the surface, something was bubbling. He wasn't the best student, often struggling with concepts and handwriting so illegible that teachers couldn't even grade his exams. But what he lacked in academics, he made up for with his confidence. He made up for with his constant involvement. He joined everything, sports, boy scouts, group projects. He was everywhere, yet always on the sidelines, silently observing.

What people noticed most about Dennis was his shy, insecure demeanor. But if you spent enough time with him, another side emerged. He thought he was smarter than everyone else, a master manipulator who could outthink anyone. The dark signs begin. As Dennis grew older, the cracks in his facade became more visible. He started torturing animals, escalating from fish and turtles to cats and dogs. He relished the act, watching their lives slip away slowly as he tightened the noose. His family life didn't help matters.

Dennis's parents worked long hours, and his mother, when she did have downtime, would read or listen to the radio. Dennis hated this. He wanted her undivided attention, and when he didn't get it, he began fantasizing about killing her. She'd done nothing to deserve his hatred, no abuse, no neglect, but in her. his warped mind, she became a target. By his teens, Dennis's fantasies extended beyond his mother. He developed an obsession with killing women, particularly Annette Funicello, a star from

the Mickey Mouse Club. Adolescence and awakening, high school wasn't much different for Dennis. His grades were mediocre, and his social life was practically non-existent. But one bizarre incident left a lasting impression on him. One day, his mother's wedding ring got stuck in the side of the couch. As she struggled to free her hand, Dennis watched her panic with fascination. Her helplessness was captivating. This was the moment his sinister urges crystallized. Soon, Dennis began spying on neighbors and stealing their clothes, bras, panties, stockings, to wear in secret. He'd dress up in their outfits, tie a noose around his neck, and strangle himself, often taking photos to relive the thrill. To the outside world,

Dennis seemed normal, polite, respectful, and harmless. But inside, he was a ticking time bomb. Adulthood and the brewing storm, after high school, Dennis enrolled at Kansas Wesleyan University but dropped out after a year. In 1966, he joined the Air Force, serving for four years and traveling to places like Korea, Greece, and Turkey. His time in the military earned him promotions and commendations, but it didn't change who he was at his core.

In 1970, he returned to the U.S., Maryland. married Paula Dietz in 1971, and bounced around various jobs. He worked as a butcher, an assembler, and even earned a degree in electronics from Butler County Community College. But none of these roles fulfilled him. His true calling was far darker. The Projects, BTK's methodical madness. Dennis didn't call them murders, he called them projects. He meticulously chose his victims, stalking them, memorizing their routines, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His first, was the Otero family. The Otero Family Massacre, January 15th, 1974, started like any other day for the Otero family. Joseph, 38, and Julie, 34, had recently moved to Wichita with their five kids, aged 9 to 15.

They didn't know the neighborhood for the neighbors, but someone had been watching them, Dennis Rader. That morning, after the older kids left for school, Joseph, Julie, and their youngest children, Josephine, 11, and Joey, sat down for breakfast. But before they could finish, Dennis cut the phone line and broke in through the back door. Armed with a gun, he told them he was a fugitive who needed food, money, and a car. He tied them up, one by one, suffocating them with plastic bags and strangling them with cords. He didn't kill them quickly, each death was slow and deliberate. Josephine's fate was the most horrifying, he hanged her in the basement.

When the older children returned from school, they discovered the gruesome scene and called the police. A killer in the shadows, the Otero murders sent shockwaves through Wichita. The complex knots used to tie the victims hinted that the killer had military or maritime experience. Investigators also found seamen near Josephine's body, confirming a sexual motive. Witnesses reported seeing a man near the Otero's car, which was later found abandoned nearby. A composite sketch was created, but it led nowhere.

The city was paralyzed with fear, and Dennis thrived on it. But he wasn't done yet. The attack on Catherine and Kevin Bright, on April 4, 1974, 20-year-old Catherine Bright invited her brother Kevin over to her house. As they chatted, Dennis appeared out of nowhere, armed and menacing. He repeated his usual story, he was a fugitive who needed money and a car. Holding them at gunpoint, he ordered Kevin to tie up Catherine before tying him up in another room. Kevin, however, fought back, managing to wrestle the gun from Dennis.

But it was unloaded. Dennis regained control, shot Kevin twice in the face, and turned his attention to Catherine, strangling and stabbing her. Miraculously, Kevin survived and managed to get help, but Catherine succumbed to her injuries later that evening. A need for recognition. Dennis craved attention. By October 1974, he was frustrated with the lack of progress in the investigation

and the misinformation circulating in the media. So, he called the Wichita Eagle Beacon and directed them to a library book containing a letter. The letter detailed the Otero murders with chilling precision, including information only the killer could know. He signed off with a chilling note, the words for me are, bind, torture, kill. You will need to know these initials for future reference, BTK, BTK in plain sight. Despite his monstrous deeds, Dennis maintained a double life. He got a job at ADT Security Services in 1974, installing alarms in homes terrified of BTK. The irony was almost poetic. At church,

he played the role of the devoted family man and active community member. But his dark urges never went away. To be continued. Dennis Raider's reign of terror didn't end with the Oteros or Catherine Bright. He continued to torment Wichita for decades, blending into the community while orchestrating his gruesome projects. The case of Dennis Raider, a dark tale of control and chaos. On July 22nd, 1974, a new chapter began in the life of Dennis Rader, his first child was born. But while the surface of his life seemed like that of a typical family man, beneath the facade lurked a darkness that would soon resurface. By early 1977, Rader had found time to return to the macabre activities that defined him. His next victim was a 26-year-old woman

named Shirley Ruth V. and Relford, a young mother with three children. A normal day turned sinister. On March 17, 1977, Shirley was busy with her household responsibilities. Her five-year-old son, Stephen, was sent on a small errand to the local store. Stephen, a bright and independent child, knew the way well. With his basket and a bit of money, he quickly completed his task and returned home. But just as he approached the door, he was confronted by a stranger, an adult man who blocked his path and showed him a photograph. The man asked Stephen if he recognized anyone in the photo, but Steve.

Stephen shook his head and hurried inside. Moments later, the man knocked on the door. Stephen answered again, only to be bombarded with a string of unsettling questions. The stranger asked if he was alone, if his mother was home, and who else might be inside. Surely, hearing the commotion, stepped into the doorway. The man claimed to be a private detective, flashing the photo once more and insisting on more questions. His tone became increasingly uneasy, and suddenly, he forced his way inside.

in the Vian home, once inside, the man revealed his true intentions. Holding the family at gunpoint, he forced Shirley to tie up her three children and lock them in the bathroom. Despite their frightened cries, he led Shirley to the bedroom, where he tied her up and strangled her to death. After her murder, he lingered over the body in what would become a hallmark of his depravity. The children's incessant crying, however, unsettled him, and when the phone began to ring, his nerves frayed.

He grabbed a few items from the house and fled the scene. The Fox crime, Raiders' next known victim was 25-year-old Nancy Joe Fox. On December 8, 1977, Raider targeted Nancy, who lived alone, believing her isolation made her an easy victim. At 9 p.m., he broke into her home by shattering a rear window and hid in a closet, waiting for her return. Hours later, Nancy came home, unaware of the predator lurking inside. At gunpoint, Raider forced her to undress and move to the bedroom, where he bound her

hands and feet. He strangled her to death and then engaged in his twisted post-murder rituals. Before leaving, he meticulously cleaned the house, stole a few items, and disappeared into the night. The next morning, at 8.20 a.m., raider called the police from a payphone to report the location of Nancy's body. This act marked his craving for recognition, as the media frenzy that followed fueled his ego. A dual life, family man and serial killer.

By this time, Rader's personal life seemed remarkably ordinary. His wife, Paula, announced she was pregnant again, and Rader temporarily halted his killings to focus on family life. He played the role of the dutiful husband, father, and active churchgoer. But behind the scenes, his thirst for fame as a killer simmered. In February 1978, Rader sent a letter to KTV, a Wichita television station. The letter was chilling. It detailed seven murders, included a poem titled O Death to Nancy, and even had a drawing

depicting Nancy Fox's body as it was found at the crime scene. He signed the letter with the moniker, BTK, an acronym for bind, torture, kill, a succinct summary of his modus operandi. In the letter, he taunted law enforcement, asking, how many more people must die for my name to be publicized. The Wichita Police Department held a press conference to warn the public, urging calm and vigilance. But the announcement backfired. fired, it only heightened panic. The department was inundated with calls, four to five every night, from residents convinced someone had broken into their homes. A new skill set and a close call. In 1979, Rader graduated with a degree in criminal justice from Wichita State

University. This education gave him deeper insights into criminal behavior, law enforcement tactics, and investigative procedures. Armed with this knowledge, Rader refined his methods, becoming a more calculated predator. To celebrate his academic achievement, Rader set his sights on a new victim, Anna Williams, a 63-year-old widow with a simple routine. Anna's days were predictable, morning errands, strolls with friends, early dinners, and bedtime by dusk. On the night Rader broke into her home, he expected to find her there, but Anna was out

later than usual. Frustrated, Rader ransacked her house, stole a few items, and left. Days later, Anna found a chilling package in her mailbox. side was her missing scarf, three notes, and a grotesque drawing depicting her bound and gagged. The notes included a poem titled, Oh, Anna, why didn't you appear, detailing what he had planned for her? Anna went to the police, and Rader, undeterred, sent a similar package to KTV. Investigators examined the material, leading them to a breakthrough, the typewriter and photocopier used to create the documents were traced back to Wichita State University,

where Rader had recently graduated. A list of 200 potential suspects was compiled, but Raider managed to evade capture. More victims and a return to the spotlight. Despite mounting pressure, Raider continued his killings. On April 27, 1985, he kidnapped and strangled 53-year-old Marine Hedge, leaving her body in a remote location. On September 16, 1986, he broke into the home of 28-year-old Vicki Wegerl, a young mother, strangled her, and stole several personal items. His final known victim, 62-year-old Dolores Davis, was killed on January 19th. 1991. She was abducted from her home, strangled, and left beneath a bridge. After Davis's murder, Rader went silent for over a decade. But in 2004, he resurfaced. The Wichita Eagle

published an article marking the 30th anniversary of the Otero family murders, one of Rader's earliest crimes. The piece referred to BTK as a forgotten killer, a slight that reignited his need for recognition. On March 18, 2004, Rader sent the Eagle a package contingent. photocopies of Vicky Weggerel's driver's license and crime scene photos. His return through Wichita into chaos once again. Over the next year, Raider sent multiple letters, packages, and puzzles to media outlets, each taunting police and showcasing his crimes. The fatal mistake.

Raiders' downfall came in January 2005 when he sent a package to KTV, asking if police could track information on a floppy disc. Detectives played along, responding in the affirmative via a newspaper ad. Raider sent a disc which was quickly analyzed. Metadata on the disc revealed it had been used by Dennis at Christ Lutheran Church in Wichita. Police cross-referenced this with vehicle records and identified Raiders' black Jeep Cherokee. To confirm their suspicions, investigators obtained DNA from Raiders' daughter through a medical record. The sample matched DNA from the BTK crime scenes.

On February 25, 2005, Dennis Raider was arrested. Trial and Legacy. In court, Rader confessed to ten murders, describing them with chilling detachment. Kansas had abolished the death penalty when Rader committed his crimes, so he was sentenced to 10 consecutive life terms. He will never be eligible for parole. This infamous case raises complex questions about justice, mental illness, and the public's fascination with serial killers. What are your thoughts? Do you think Rader's punishment fits his crimes? Brenda Spencer believed that this rifle was an invitation. to suicide, since she had tried many times before but had never succeeded.

So for her, the hint was very clear. But Brenda wasn't going to give her father the satisfaction. She was going to practice her aim until she felt ready to change the course of history. Let's begin. This is a subsequent consideration for Brenda Spencer. I know. Would you raise your right hand? Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing?

thing but the truth. Yes, I do. All right. Asked about a motive for the shooting, she said. I just started shooting for the fun of it. I don't like Mondays. How do you feel about this? You've been in prison for quite a while. Um, you killed two people. Again, you wounded nine others. That was the second to last time Brenda Spencer requested parole. The first time was in 1993, and the last was in 2009. Until next year, 2019, she cannot request another hearing. And the truth is, no one believes she will ever be released. After spending 39 years in prison, Brenda has never expressed any remorse. She tries very hard to feel it, or at least to fake it, but for someone like her, it's impossible to put herself in someone else's shoes. And soon we'll find out why.

Brenda Spencer was born on April 3, 1962, in San Diego, California, the daughter of Dot and Wallace Spencer. The first years of her life could be described as ordinary, she went to school with her siblings, was well cared for by her parents, and was well-dressed. But emotionally, Brenda was broken. She was always a very lonely child, full of insecurities. From a young age, she showed strong self-rejection. She hated her hair, her freckles, her big glasses, she hated everything about herself. She also rejected any contact with the neighborhood children, believing that no one could understand her. From birth, Brenda knew she liked women. One morning, Brenda's mother decided to take action.

She thought it was time for her daughter to start acting like a girl and not like A underscore underscore. So she spoke with some neighbors and invited their daughter, Coley, to come over and play dolls with Brenda. But to our protagonist, this idea seemed like a mistake, and she expressed her rejection by tearing the head off one of her new friend's dolls. Brenda's behavior was something her mother could initially manage. However, Dot had her own problems, problems that went beyond a rebellious daughter. She was a victim of abuse at the hands of her husband, Wallace Spencer. No one, absolutely no one, could have imagined what was really happening inside that house. Outwardly, the Spencers were the ideal family, their children were respectful,

that was the perfect housewife, and Wallace was a hardworking, proper man. But behind closed doors, Dot couldn't take it anymore. She could no longer fight her husband's alcoholism, so she filed for divorce when Brenda was 12. I'd love to tell you that Brenda went with her mother and became the best version of herself. But the truth is very different. Custody of the children went to the father, not the mother. According to several articles, the children initially went to live with Dot, but over time, and for reasons that remain unclear, they ended up with Wallace, a man Brenda Spencer would later describe as her abuser. After her parents' divorce, Brenda and her siblings moved with their father to a small house in the San Carlos neighborhood of San Diego,

specifically, a house right across the street from Cleveland Elementary School. She attended that school for a while before transferring to St. Patrick Elementary. From then on, her antisocial behavior and self-hatred intensified. And this time, her behavior did not go unnoticed. Brenda became the neighbor everyone tried to avoid. She was irritable, had no friends, had attempted suicide multiple times, and began skipping classes. She preferred locking herself at home rather than going to school. Worst of all, her father was fine with it. If she didn't want to go to class, he wouldn't force her. This led the school to wash their hands of her and sent her to a therapeutic school, a special school for people

with mental health issues. They were convinced Brenda was in a deep depression. According to several articles from the time, Brenda didn't want help, she simply wanted to die. So even after changing schools, she kept skipping classes. But that's not entirely true. During that period, Brenda won several art awards, not only in painting, but also in photography and literature, which she was quite good at. That said, all her classmates described her as a terrible person, mainly because she didn't talk to anyone. Regardless, Brenda's behavior became increasingly aggressive. It reached a peak when Wallace Spencer had the brilliant idea of helping his daughter channel her anger through guns. He thought it was a wonderful idea to bond with his daughter by

teaching her to shoot at trees. He believed this would calm her down by releasing her rage. I suppose you can imagine what came next, right? In the summer of 78, Brenda Spencer was arrested for shooting a BB gun at the windows of Cleveland Elementary School. Apparently, she found it very amusing to see how many birds she could bring down. And the truth is, when the police arrested her, the entire schoolyard was littered with dead birds of all sizes. After the incident, Brenda's school called Wallace Spencer and informed him that his daughter needed to be committed to a psychiatric hospital immediately. To the experts, the young girl was not only a danger to herself but also to society. But Wallace didn't see it that way.

For him, the bird incident was just a prank. And the truth is, no one could force the Spencer's to institutionalize their daughter, on the one hand, because Brenda had no prior record, and on the other, because her bail had been paid and she had returned home. Now all that was left was to wait and see if Brenda had learned her lesson. But with an absent father and weapons in her hands, it was only a matter of time before tragedy struck. Christmas of 78 promised to be the best ever for the Spencer family. They had put all their efforts into decorating the house perfectly, hundreds of lights and ornaments, a big tree in the living room, and dozens of presents underneath waiting to be opened.

Brenda was very excited. She had been asking her father for a tape recorder for months. But when she opened her gift, she came face to face with a point-22 caliber rifle with a telescopic sight and 500 bullets. Opening it felt like a mockery. Months earlier, she had been arrested for shooting birds, and now her father gave her a rifle.

And not only that, he invited her to practice shooting in the yard to let off steam. This event caused the rage that had begun to subside inside her to reignite. A thousand different theories flooded her thoughts, among which the following stood out. The first, as I said earlier, was that this rifle was a mockery of the bird incident. The second was that this gift was an invitation, an invitation to repeat what she did with the birds, but this time with a still target, herself. Brenda Spencer believed this rifle was an invitation to suicide since she had tried many times before and never succeeded. So for her, the hint was very clear.

But Brenda wasn't going to give her father the satisfaction. She was going to practice her aim until she felt ready to change the course of history. On the morning of Monday, January 29, 1979, Brenda Spencer decided not to go to school, and no one was surprised since it wasn't the first time. Her father went to work, and her siblings took the school bus. That's when she decided to change the course of history. She went into her room, grabbed the rifle, went down to the living room, and the game began. She opened one of the windows, positioned herself, aimed at Cleveland Elementary, and opened fire.

She no longer wanted to shoot birds, now she wanted to shoot people. Witnesses said that when they heard the shots, everyone thought they were firecrackers. So no one panicked or took cover. But when children started falling like flies, absolute chaos took over. Media at the time reported that Brenda Spencer fired randomly at children and adults, and that being an inexperienced shooter, she caused only two deaths. But years later, it was shown that Brenda's victims were selected based on specific criteria. The color of their clothing, victims wore Brenda's favorite colors.

Their gender, her favorite targets were males. Their age, Brenda shot at boys aged 8 to 9 in adult men. The precision of her shots led police to believe that, had she wanted to, Brenda could have killed all her targets. That is, if she didn't kill everyone, it was because she didn't want to. To give you an idea, here's an example, one of the first victims was 9-year-old Chris Stanley. He wore a blue vest, Brenda Spencer's favorite color. He was shot in the back, the bullet-piercing.

his chest and arm. The wound was so clean that he recovered without issue. The only two fatalities were two adult men, Principal Burton Rag and custodian Mike Sucher. Rag was shot while helping students, and Sucher while helping the principal. After several hours of shooting, the Spencer home phone began to ring. Brenda was having a blast but was running out of bullets. So she paused to answer. On the other end was a reporter asking her opinion on the shooting. Brenda replied, I'm the one doing the shooting, and I'm having a great time. The reporter was in shock. Under no circumstances did he expect that response. What came next probably gave him the scoop of his life. The reporter asked why she was doing it.

Brenda answered the famous phrase, I don't like Mondays. I just did it to liven up the day. She added, I don't have any other reason. I did it for fun. I saw the kids like ducks waddling in a puddle and a herd of cows around them. They were easy targets for me. After the call, Brenda continued shooting, even injuring a police officer. After six hours of shooting in a very poor police response, San Diego Swat entered the house and arrested Brenda. According to the testimony of one of the officers, the house was filled with beer bottles, in the kitchen, the living room. It was not at all a suitable environment to raise children. Brenda Spencer was sentenced to life in prison in a women's facility

in Corona, California. She could apply for parole after 25 years behind bars. But the truth is, no one ever believed she'd be released, she was incapable of remorse. Psychiatrists assigned to her case wrote in their report, temporal low brain injury as the origin of her aggression, possibly caused by a childhood bicycle accident. Meanwhile, as the U.S. recovered from the shock, Irish band the Boomtown Rats released the following song in the summer of 79. Practically every radio station in the U.S. refused to play the song. In fact, they acted like it had never existed, while it reached number one for four consecutive weeks in the U.K. At this point in the story, many of you may be wondering what happened to Wallace Spencer. You may wonder if Justice finally caught up with

him. The truth is, no. Wallace was never tried. He denied again and again that he had abused her. But now it's your turn. Do you think Brenda Spencer could ever be released? Or will she never be capable of empathy? The end. So, if anything happened, the crew of the plane would be quickly rescued. That said, let's talk a bit about the different stages of this journey. The first stage began on March 17, 1937, and it was from Oakland, California to Hawaii. However, this phase had many problems. Amelia lost control of the plane, and it suffered serious damage. So inevitably, they had to go back to California to have it repaired. The problem here is that when the plane was repaired, the two technicians refused to fly with Amelia, as they blamed her for the issues. However, Fred

Noonan didn't think the same. So, when the plane was repaired and the trip resumed, he didn't leave the aircraft. Amelia Earhart and Fred Noon traveled together until the end. The journey resumed on May 21st. They went from Los Angeles to Florida, from Florida to Miami, then from Miami to San Juan, Puerto Rico, to the east of Venezuela, skirting South America towards Africa and the Red Sea. From that point, she made a flight that was completely unprecedented to date, she headed to Karachi, Pakistan. From Karachi, she left for Calcutta and then reached Rangoon in Burma, Bangkok, Singapore, and Bandung. And this is when troubles began to occur, as this is when, due to bad weather, the plane was damaged, and Amelia contracted a disease

called dysentery, which causes inflammation of the large intestine. Amelia Earhart, when she worked as a nurse caring for wounded pilots during World War I, had to face a large number of illnesses. Since then, she suffered from chronic sinusitis. So you can imagine what might have happened, an upset stomach, sinusitis, fatigue, a damaged plane. Amelia had two options, wait for the plane to be repaired and for her to recover and resume the journey, or abandon it. But as soon as the plane was repaired on June 27, Amelia resumed the journey. Nothing else mattered. She only wanted to break one more record. That's why they left for Darwin, Australia. And there, the pilot made another bad decision, she sent the parachutes they had in the plane back home,

as the final stretch wasn't dangerous at all, so they wouldn't need them. Please know that I am aware of the dangers. I want to do this because I wish to. Women must try to do things as men have done. When they fail, their attempts must become a challenge for others. At each stop, Amelia wrote letters to her husband, letters that contain phrases like the ones you just read. He received her deepest thoughts and feelings, while the press received only the information she wanted to give. In fact, to give you an idea, on June 29th they arrived in Papua New Guinea, and Amelia contacted Gerald Trippett. She told him the trip was going perfectly and sent some photographs of herself showing her face. But the world noticed that while she said

everything was fine, her face said otherwise, she looked very thin, sick, with dark circles, very tired. But this woman was unstoppable. On July 2nd, they resumed the journey. Let's remember that when the Lockheed L. 10 Electra flew near the water, it was being followed by two large US-owned ships, and Amelia was required to keep them informed by radio about the condition of plane. So, it's no surprise that at 7.20 a.m., she radioed the Itasca unit, Itasca was the name of one of the two ships. Her words were very clear, she said they were flying very close to Howland Island and that everything was going well. She sent a couple more messages to the Itasca, but the transmission wasn't clear and was cut off. From below, they couldn't see where

the electro was flying, there was a lot of fog, strong wind, and supposedly the electro was flying. very high. Then came 7.30 p.m. and Amelia sent her last two radio messages, CAC calling Itasca. I must be on you but cannot see you. Fuel is running low. An hour later, she sent the following message. Cac to Itasca, we are on line 157 to 337. The transmission cut off so quickly that the Itasca couldn't determine where it was being sent from. They couldn't know exactly from what point this message came. And after speaking those words, no one ever heard from Amelia Earhart again. Franklin Roosevelt, president of the United States at the time, organized an exhaustive search in the area where the Lockheed L. 10 Electra had supposedly

disappeared. Nine ships, 66 aircraft, and thousands of people were sent to look for Amelia Earhart and Fred Noonan. But they found absolutely nothing, not the Electra on the sea, not sightings, absolutely nothing. So, the U.S. government abandoned the search, but they couldn't do it without a solid reason. So they offered the following theory to the media, Earhart and Noonan ran out of fuel while heading to Howland Island and fell into the Pacific. It was more than clear that the Lockheed L. 10 Electra never reached Howland Island. According to the messages Amelia Earhart sent to the Itasca ship, they were flying very close to the island but were running out of fuel. So it was very likely that the plane fell into the water.

But if that were the case, two points should be noted. First, we are talking about a Lockheed L. 10 Electra, a plane whose aluminum isn't really heavy, it is heavy, but not as heavy as a modern airplane. So, when it hit the water, the plane would have floated for some time, long enough for rescue teams to find and rescue them. Second, inside the plane there was an emergency raft, a raft that Amelia Earhart and Fred Newnan could have used to save themselves and which rescuers could have seen. In 2000, a Hanover-based company called Nauticos began an investigation in the area where the

electro supposedly fell. If the Electra was under the sea, with powerful sonar equipment, they could find it. The first time they used this technique, they found nothing. So they repeated the same in 2002 and 2006, and on none of those occasions did they find anything. The theory that the plane fell into the sea didn't convince everyone, because if it had, something would have been found. So many believed that Amelia, sick and disoriented, must have directed the Electra toward a deserted island very close to Howland, and that island was Nicomororo. In her last message, Amelia said she was flying right over line 157 to 337, which would indicate that she was very, very close to Howland Island. But they never made it there. Therefore, they made

have unknowingly drifted to Nicomororo. At the time Amelia Earhart disappeared, the tide on Nicomororo was really low, exposing a long coral strip along the beach, a flat line on which they could have perfectly landed the Electra. And although the plane was never found there, it is likely that the tide, when it rose, carried it off the island, since remember, it had no fuel and they could do practically nothing with it. What they could do was send emergency signals. And coincidentally, During the days following Amelia Earhart's disappearance, U.S. Coast Guards received 57 distress calls, five-seven calls that could not be located. No one knew who sent them or from where. So Amelia Earhart could have sent those 57 signals. But sadly, on July 13, 1937, they stopped.

At the end of that same year, a British expedition explored the island with the intention of colonizing it. Its officer, Eric Bevington, noticed that the island seemed like a nighttime camp, remains of bonfires, fish bones, even badly opened turtle shells. He also took photographs of the coast where an object can be seen that, according to Tyre, could be the landing gear of an airplane. By 1938, that island was fully colonized, and settlers kept reporting sightings of airplane parts. Not only that, but also a large number of truly strange object. In 1940, Gerald Gallagher, the Colonies Administrator, reported finding two shoes, one male and one female, a cosmetics box dated approximately to the 1930s, and 13 bone fragments.

Those bones were analyzed at the time, but the techniques available didn't allow them to determine whether they belonged to a man or a woman. However, last year those remains were analyzed again, and it was proven that they belonged to a woman of the same size and build as Amelia Earhart. Don't think the theories end here, because there is a third one that I'm sure will give you goosebumps. To develop this theory, there are several points, but the main one is once again Amelia Earhart's last message. Cac to Itasca, we are on the line 157 to 337. These numbers indicated the Electra was flying very close to Holland Island. But in the event that they drifted north, they would head straight to the Marshall Islands, which were under Japanese control.

Upon landing, the plane's crew might have been taken as hostages. Some believe the crew were killed, others believe they escaped and returned to the U.S. under false names. In fact, there is a theory that says Amelia Earhart became Irene Bolam, a woman who married Guy Bolam and died in New Jersey in 1982. There's a book called Amelia Earhart survived, which describes the hypothesis that the pilot abandoned her plane in the Marshall Islands and then fled to the U.S., where, for For safety reasons, she changed her name. To make this theory more impactful, I'm going to show

you an image dated 1937. In it, you can see a pier on Jalwood Atoll, one of the Marshall Islands. According to multiple investigators, in this image we can see Earhart sitting on the pier and Noonan standing. And in the background, right in front of a large ship, we see the Lockheed L. 10 Electra. If this photo is real, and if those two people are the Electra's crew, it is more than likely that the Japanese, upon seeing them, arrested them and considered them U.S. spies. But their fate would still remain uncertain. On January 31st of this same year, the digital newspaper L. Confidential announced new data regarding Amelia Earhart's whereabouts. Apparently, in July 1937, a child in Papua New Guinea told his village that he had seen a

metallic object coming down, covered in flames, at full speed, until it crashed. into the sea. At first, no one believed him, they thought he was a liar. But at the end of the 20th century, when this reached the years of explorers in the area, the child's story made some sense. And just in August of last year, several researchers led by William Snavely decided to check if the child's theory was actually true, and indeed, they found the remains of a Lockheed L. 10 Electra at the bottom of the sea, the same model that Amelia Earhart was flying. But now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? And which of the theories do you believe comes closest to what really happened to Earhart and Noonan? The end. The case of Angela Simpson,

a twisted tale of rage and violence. This case starts on the early morning of August 5, 2009, in Phoenix, Arizona. A priest from a church on the north side of the city called the fire department because some vandals had apparently set fire to a dumpster in the church parking lot. Maybe they'd been drinking too much, or were just plain bored, but what started as a reckless act quickly escalated into a serious incident. The fire wasn't just a small flame, the entire dumpster was ablaze, and the flames threatened to spread if left unchecked. The firefighters arrived, secured the area, and got the blaze under control within minutes. But as they doused the flames and inspected the scene, what they found inside the dumpster was far from routine, it was horrifying.

Amid the smoldering remains was the charred body of a man. What started as a prank had turned into a horrific crime. At first glance, the body was unrecognizable. The forensic team determined it was an adult male, likely between 40 and 50 years old. But identifying him was no easy task. Police searched missing persons reports from recent months, but bizarrely, none seemed to match the man in the dumpster. Hours passed before the autopsy report shed light on the grim details.

The autopsy, a nightmare in every detail, the autopsy revealed a story of unimaginable. First, the man's legs had been amputated. His body bore fifty to sixty stab wounds, some of which had partially healed, evidence he had been tortured for days. Many of his teeth had been extracted with pliers, leaving his gums raw and mangled. As if that wasn't enough, a three-centimeter nail had been hammered into his skull, penetrating his brain. Astonishingly, this wasn't what killed him.

The cause of death was strangulation. A cord had been wrapped tightly around his neck, cutting off his airs. supply. Adding to the horror, the victim had been burned alive before his body was set ablaze in the dumpster. The brutality was shocking, even to seasoned investigators. To identify the man, forensics relied on partial fingerprints from his scorched hands. Against all odds, they succeeded. The victim was Terry Neely, a 46-year-old man whose life, and death, remained shrouded in mystery. Who was Terry Neely? Terry Neely was born on October 21, 1962. Beyond this, very little is known about his life.

Reports about him were contradictory. Some claimed he had an intellectual disability, others said he didn't. One thing was clear, he had physical challenges. While he experienced severe pain that made walking difficult, he wasn't entirely immobile as many initially believed. At the time of his death, Terry lived in an assisted living facility in Northern Phoenix. These places offer residents a degree of independence, along with help for daily tasks and medical needs.

Terry was last seen there on August 2nd, 2009. No one noticed his absence for days, not the staff, not his family, not even the police. It was as if he had vanished without a trace. The investigation, police began looking into Terry's life, questioning everyone who knew him. Strangely, no one seemed to know him well. Neighbors described him as a polite but unremarkable man who always used a motorized wheelchair to get around. Yet, despite their efforts, investigators found no immediate leads. On August 19, 2009, the case took a turn.

Two individuals were arrested for unrelated crimes, Edward McFarland, also known as Cracker, and Angela Simpson. Both were ex-convicts with a history of drug use, theft, and violence. What caught the police's attention was a tip from a neighbor of Angelus. The neighbor reported a motorized wheelchair sitting in her yard, one that looked suspiciously like Terry Neely's. Enter Angela Simpson. Angela Simpson was born on November 29, 1975. Her life was marked by chaos from the start. At 10, she was diagnosed with mental health issues. What followed was a revolving door of treatment centers, medication, and eventually, a descent into drug addiction. To fund her habit, Angela turned to crime, primarily theft and prostitution. Her life became a cycle,

commit a crime, go to prison, get released, and start all over again. Despite her troubled life, Angela had never been involved in murder, until now. With Terry's wheelchair in her yard, police brought her in for questioning. Initially, Angela seemed erratic and unreliable. But when asked about Terry Neely, her demeanor shifted. She confessed to the crime without hesitation, even providing graphic details. The motive, snitches get stitches. According to Angela, Terry Neely was a lonely man at

addicted to drugs and sex. He was also one of her regular clients, and over time, they became friends. However, Terry made a fatal mistake. One day, he bragged to Angela about being a police informant, or snitch. He claimed he had reduced his prison sentences by providing names, addresses, and information on other criminals. For Angela, this was unforgivable. To her, snitches were the lowest of the low, people who endangered her, family of criminals. Her anger turned into a plan to kill him. The crime, a gruesome ordeal. On August 2nd, 2009, Angela lured Terry to her apartment with the promise of free drugs. Once he arrived, she greeted him warmly, then struck him on the head with a tire iron. She didn't knock him unconscious, instead,

she tied him to a chair and outlined exactly what she planned to do to him. For the next three days, Terry endured unimaginable torture. Angela beat him with her hands, hammers, and tire irons. She stabbed him repeatedly and extracted his teeth with pliers. She forced him to watch the entire ordeal by placing a full-length mirror in front of him. Angela later told investigators that she enjoyed the process. To her, it was justice. On the third day, she grew bored. Terry was no longer resisting, no longer screaming.

So, she strangled him with a cable, ending his suffering. Afterward, she attempted to dismember him but found the task too tedious. Instead, she borrowed a car, stuffed his body into the trunk, and drove to the church, where she set it on fire. The aftermath, a chilling confession, Angela was unapologetic. In interviews, she openly admitted to the murder and described her actions with chilling pride. He was a snitch, she said. Snitches deserved to die.

When asked if she regretted anything, Angela replied, only that I didn't torture him longer. Three days wasn't enough. Angela insisted she acted alone, but invested. investigators suspected otherwise. Edward McFarland was implicated after witnesses reported seeing him help Angela move the body. Despite her claims, it became clear she had at least some assistance. The trial and sentencing, Angela Simpson was charged with kidnapping, murder, and concealment of a body.

Prosecutors sought the death penalty, but on March 31, 2012, she was sentenced to life in prison without parole, plus an additional 14 years for related charges. Edward McFarland received a lesser sentence for his role. Angela's reaction. She believed she deserved the death penalty but was content to spend her life in prison. It's where my family is, she said, referring to the friends she had made behind bars. Theories and speculation. Angela's case sparked widespread debate and speculation.

Some believe her story about Terry being a snitch, taking her at her word. Others think she invented the narrative to justify the murder, craving attention and notoriety. A third theory suggests she killed Terry as a way to ensure a permanent stay in prison, where she felt most at home. In interviews, Angela hinted at additional crimes, claiming she had killed others for similar reasons. When pressed for details, she brushed them off, saying, that's irrelevant. The case of Angela Simpson remains a haunting example of human cruelty and the consequences

of living on society's fringes. What do you think? Was Angela motivated by rage against snitches, or was there something darker at play? She also requested a restraining order. Wernos was once again free to commit all kinds of crimes and once more got into trouble, stealing cars, presenting forged checks at a bank in Key West, driving without a license, and getting into dozens of fights in roadside bars. But then came a night in July of 84.

That night, Elene was bored, drinking beers in a gay bar, when she met a 28-year-old woman named Tyria Moore. The spark between them was instant. They began a romance that many have compared to Bonnie and Clyde, full of ups and downs and, above all, crimes. Soon after becoming lovers, Tyria left her job as a motel cleaner so Aileen could support her with her earnings as a prostitute. The couple's finances were very unstable, so some nights they ended up in motels, others in abandoned cars or barns, wherever they could. They had problems with everyone, fights with bus drivers, vandalism in motels, more bar fights. Aline thrived on conflict, she was practically addicted to it. In fact, in 88,

she harassed a supermarket over the phone for six days because they allegedly sold her fake lottery tickets. At that point, the couple was facing serious financial problems. To avoid her partner having to work, Aline took on low-class jobs as a waitress in roadside bars. By day, She was a waitress, by night, her self-established role helped her find another type of client. In early December 1989, the lifeless body of Richard Mallory was found in the woods of Daytona Beach, Florida. He was naked and had three bullet wounds from a point-22 caliber pistol. His car had been abandoned miles away. His belongings, like his wallet and a personal photo, had disappeared.

Still, the police did nothing to find the culprit. Over the following months, more bodies began to appear, bodies of men considered valuable by society. On June 1st, 1990, the body of David Spears was also found in the woods. His body was naked and had six bullet wounds from a point-22 pistol. On June 6, the lifeless body of Charles Karsgaden was found, with nine bullet wounds from the same type of pistol. And the list goes on, Troy Burress, Dick Humphreys, and Walter Gino Antonio. The victims were all between 40 and 65 years old and all found under the same circumstances, in the woods, killed by bullets from a .22 pistol. In several cases,

their cars were found abandoned and completely stripped. It was clear the police were dealing with a serial killer but were unable to provide the media with any leads, no composite sketch, no information, absolutely nothing. The identity of this mysterious criminal remained. unknown until a small slip-up occurred. Wernos got into an accident in one of her victim's cars. Some sources say the vehicle belonged to Peter Seams, a man whose body was never found. Others say it belonged to Dick Humphreys, whose body was found. Either way, Aileen Wernos and Terya Moore were seen fleeing the vehicle after the horrific

accident. That's when their composite sketches were distributed across the country. Wernos didn't come out well from that crash. Her hand was bleeding, and she was being hunted everywhere, looking for a place to hide. At some point, Tiri Amor left her behind, literally abandoned Aileen and fled to Pennsylvania, specifically to her sister's house. Once with her family, Tira confessed everything that had happened. Advised by them, she decided to tell the police everything. The police then offered her a deal, immunity in exchange for getting a full confession from Aileen Wernos.

At that time, Eileen was already in jail for violating parole. So they gave Tyria a hotel room, tapped the phone, and asked her to call the love of her life. The girls talked for several minutes until Tyria brought up the subject. She told Aileen that she was very scared of going to prison for all those crimes, and Aileen responded, You're innocent. I'm not going to let you go to jail. Listen, if I must confess, I'm the one who did it all. I can't let you get into trouble for something you didn't do. On January 16, 1991, Eileen Wernos gave a full statement to the police.

However, during the trial the following year, she claimed that all the murders had been committed in self-defense. According to her, on November 30, 1989, she was hitchhiking for clients when Richard Mallory picked her up. She intended to sleep with him in exchange for money, but things didn't go as planned. He became violent, beat her unconscious, and, according to her, raped her while she was unconscious. When she woke up, she realized she was tied to the steering wheel of the car, and that this man was holding her down with an iron bar. Eileen said she was beaten so badly she feared for her life, but in a moment of desperation, she managed to free herself, grab her gun, and shoot her aggressor three times. After killing him, Eileen thought the best thing to do was flee. She also remembered her financial troubles, so she decided to rob him.

In the following months, six more men allegedly tried to assault her, and she responded the same way she had with Mallory, by shooting them. No one believed her version of the story. According to the jury, she was a woman with a criminal record, while her victims were all honest men, with wives, children, and respectable jobs. Why would a family man have to pay for the services of a vulgar prostitute? That was the main argument of the jury, heavily reinforced by the Catholic Church, which demanded that she be sentenced to death. The public was calling for lethal injection from day one. No one even considered a life sentence.

They wanted her dead, and that's exactly what the judge gave them. Instead of life in prison, he sentenced her to six life sentences for the six bodies left behind. He didn't give her a seventh sentence because Peter Seam's body was never found. After the first sentence, the defense presented evidence dismantling the honest man story. It turned out Richard Mallory wasn't as good as they claimed. He had a long criminal record and had been convicted in several states for rape and sexual assault. In fact, he had just recently been released from prison after serving a sentence for rape.

However, when the defense appealed Eileen's sentence, the jury dismissed it, saying it was too late and didn't prove anything, because, after all, Eileen was a serial killer. The most shocking part. Aileen Wernow's account of the rape by Richard Mallory never changed. Her story remained consistent. In the other cases, her versions varied with minor details, but in this one, Mallory, her story was always the same. That's why some investigators believe only the first murder was in self-defense,

and the rest were committed for money. She might have become a killer by accident and then continued killing for financial gain. That theory made a lot of sense, until Jeb Bush, then governor of Florida, got involved. Bush believed the sentence was unjust and that Aileen had some kind of mental illness. If she did, she wouldn't be fit for execution. So he sent three psychiatrists to evaluate her. These three men gave her a 15-minute evaluation and declared her mentally competent. Not only that, they said she was fully aware of her crimes and understood she was going to die.

Many people disagreed, saying 15 minutes isn't enough to determine someone's mental health. But the jury accepted it as valid. Werno's never refused interviews, she was open with the media. That's when a woman came out of nowhere claiming she had been sent by God to adopt Aileen. She said she had a dream in which God came down from the sky and told her to adopt and care for Aileen as her. daughter. And that's what she did. They contacted each other, got along, and officially became mother and daughter. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a lie. Many believe the woman only wanted to profit from Eileen's interviews. When Aileen realized this, she kicked her out of

her life and publicly stated the emotional damage she had caused. Aileen also shared two shocking theories. The police knew from day one that she had committed Richard Mallory's murder. She was already in the system, her fingerprints were everywhere, and the bullets matched her gun. But no one looked for her because they wanted her to become a serial killer, so they could eliminate a monster from society. Aileen claimed she was abused in prison. She said her food was laced with urine, guards beat her, and some planned to rape her before her execution.

She also claimed she was a victim of mind control experiments meant to make her appear crazy on camera and to the jury. But let's let her explain this theory herself. Aline Wernos died on October 9, 2002, by lethal injection. Her final words were, I'd just like to say I'm sailing with the rock, and I'll be back like Independence Day with Jesus, June 6th. Like the movie. Big mothership and all. I'll be back. But now it's your turn. Do you believe Aileen Wernos was truly insane, or was she far too sane, and the government just wanted to silence her. The end. She told them that the trip was going perfectly and sent them some photographs in which she appeared showing her

face, but the world noticed that while she said everything was fine, her face told a completely different story. She looked very thin, sick, with dark circles, very tired. But this woman was unstoppable, and on July 2nd, they resumed the trip. We begin on the afternoon of July 2nd, 1937. The Lockheed L. 10 Electra, piloted by Amelia Earhart, sent out its last radio signal. In this signal, she informed the Itasca, a ship following her route from below at sea, that they were very close to their next destination and were most likely flying above it. But suddenly, the radio signal disappeared, and no one ever heard anything again about Amelia's plane or her companion. Did the Electra fall into the sea? Did they crash? Did they crash?

and no one ever found any remains. Next, we'll learn the whole story. Amelia Mary Earhart was born on July 24, 1897, in Atchison, Kansas, as one of two daughters of Amelia Otis, better known as Amy, and Samuel Stanton Earhart. According to several sources, this was a well-matched marriage. However, everything points to the possibility that it may have been arranged for convenience, since Samuel worked as a lawyer for a railroad company and needed to boost his career by marrying the daughter of someone important. And Amy just so happened to be the daughter of a federal judge.

Marrying her was a good deal. So they did it and brought two beautiful girls into the world, girls named Grace Muriel and Amelia Mary. This could have been a completely normal story, two girls educated at home to always be perfect, get married early, and become housewives. But what happened. Amy wasn't an ordinary woman. Amy deeply hated that kind of education. She didn't want to raise her daughters to be perfect trophy wives. She wanted them to have a future practically equal to that of men. So she taught them to climb trees, shoot rats with a rifle, sled down hills, and dream of becoming successful women in the future. So it's no wonder that Amelia Mary dreamed of being an adventurer, an engineer, a lawyer. She was a woman. She was a woman. She

was so convinced she would change the world that she kept a scrapbook where she pasted photographs of successful women, photographs that, every time she looked at them, inspired her to become a better person. During the girl's early childhood, it was their maternal grandparents who raised them, since, according to Alfred, the girl's grandfather, on a poor lawyer's salary, these children could not have a good future. However, in 1905, when Amelia turned eight, her father got a job as an executive in Des Moines, Iowa. So the little girls went back to live with their parents. Amelia Earhart's first contact with aviation came in 1907,

when she was just 10 years old and had the opportunity to see her first airplane at a state fair. It's worth mentioning that at that time, aviation was still in its infancy. In fact, the first verified sustained flight was made by the Wright brothers in December 1903. So it's no surprise that Amelia, upon seeing that machine, said the following words, it was a thing made of rusted wires and wood, nothing interesting. However, from that point on, nothing would ever be the same. Her father had slowly fallen into alcoholism, and because of it, he was fired from his job. Additionally, her grandmother, the one who raised her and her sister, died that same year.

So the family moved to Minnesota to start over. Samuel Stanton Earhart promised to quit drinking and find a new job, but he couldn't beat his addiction. And although he did get a job, he was soon fired again. Amy, tired of the lies, took the girls and moved with them to Chicago. Many sources say that Amelia Earhart studied nursing and that during World War I, she went to the front to care for the wounded. But this isn't entirely true. Yes, she did study nursing and attended to the injured, but she did. so in Toronto, Canada. There, she mainly treated pilots wounded in combat. And they spoke so

wonderfully about airplanes, with such passion for their work, that Amelia couldn't help but fall in love with it. So one day she snuck away to a Royal Flying Corps airfield, and that's when she truly fell for aviation. But this platonic love was kept secret until 1920, the year she attended an air show in Long Beach with her family. Seeing those machines soaring through the sky, hearing the applause, and the roar of the engines completely captivated her. So, bold as ever, she approached one of the exhibition pilots and asked him to please take her for a ride. Some sources say she paid him a few dollars, which at the time was a small fortune, while others say she convinced him just by talking to him. But whatever the case, Amelia managed to get on the

plane and took a 10-minute ride over Los Angeles. As soon as we took off, I knew I had to fly from that moment on. From that moment, Amelia would fight to make her dream of becoming a pilot a reality, and what a way she did it. She started taking lessons with instructor Nita Snook, who was also a pioneer in aviation. However, this woman didn't support her much. She said Amelia didn't really have the talent to fly, that she was a spoiled bourgeois girl who would never get her license. But the more rejection Amelia received, the more determined she became. She bought a yellow airplane, a Kinner airs ter, which she named Canary, and with it, she practiced and practiced. And when she felt confident, in October 1922, she decided to break

her first record. She flew up to 14,000 feet, that's 4,263 meters, a record that led the following year to the Federation Aeronautique International granting her a pilot's license. From there, the young woman began to gain fame and recognition, a fame she used to advocate for women's worth and to encourage others to stand up to a male-dominated society. We're talking about the 1920s, a time when it wasn't acceptable for a woman to do a man's job. So imagine the impact, not only was a woman flying an airplane, but she was also breaking records and encouraging other women to do the same, to empower themselves and fight to be seen as equals. But what shocked people most wasn't that, it was that nothing and no one could stop

Amelia Earhart. In April 1928, Captain H. H. H. Raleigh called Earhart and asked her if she wanted to be the first woman to cross the Atlantic Ocean. Apparently, Amy Phipp's guest, an American aristocrat inspired by Amelia's words, had decided to undertake this journey by piloting a Fokker F7. However, her family didn't let her do it because of what people would say, so she hired George Putnam, a New York publicist, to find the perfect candidate. And indeed, the one chosen was none other than Amelia Earhart. She joined pilot Wilmer Stultz and mechanic Lewis Gordon on a journey that, despite many setbacks, like lack of fuel and bad weather, went perfectly. As expected, her fame skyrocketed. Remember George Putnam,

the publicist Amy Phipps guest hired. Well, this man helped Amelia Earhart a lot. He booked her conferences, got her to publish her book 20 hours, 40 minutes, and they got along so well that they eventually married in 1931. When a woman got married in those days, if she had a career, or planned to, her life stopped immediately. She gave it all up, took her husband's surname, and became a housewife. But Amelia Earhart didn't want that. She kept her name and continued accepting all kinds of challenges. She founded an organization called The Ninthignes, created an all-women air race that crossed the country, became vice president of an airline that flew from New York to Philadelphia and Washington, and of course, kept breaking records. Remember the record of crossing the Atlantic?

This time, Amelia did it completely alone. Things were going so well that she kept taking on more and more challenges, among them, a major one she accomplished in 1934, a flight from Hawaii to California and then from California to Washington. Ten male pilots had tried before her, and all of them had died. But that didn't stop this woman from getting on a plane and attempting it. So many failures made the mission even more exciting, and sure enough, Amelia Earhart broke a new record. The whole world was obsessed with her.

She was given the keys to many cities, awarded honors, and women everywhere wanted to be like her. And that's when, at the height of her career, in 1935, Amelia Earhart stood before the media and announced her new goal, to attempt around the world flight. To accomplish this mission, Amelia would fly a Lockheed L. 10 Electra with a solid team, a navigation assistant named Fred Noonan and two technicians. At all times, they would be in radio contact with the U.S. Coast Guard and followed by two large ships that would light their path late at night. And just so you see how everything was perfectly organized, they received assistance at every stop. This was a very complicated journey, but as you can see, they were very well protected.

The engine could fail, anything could fail, but at all times, they would be accompanied. So, if anything happened to the airplane crew, they would be rescued quickly. To be continued, the shocking case of Taylor Shibisness, it was just a regular Wednesday in Green Bay, Wisconsin, back in February 2022, or so Tara Panich thought when she was startled awake by a loud noise in the middle of the night. The clock read somewhere around 3 a.m. Her son Shad, 24 years old and full of energy, often had friends overlaid at night. Tara figured it was one of those times when the boys got too loud or decided to host an impromptu party. Still half asleep, she dragged herself out of bed, determined to tell her son to keep it down. But what she stumbled upon downstairs would haunt her forever. The light in the basement was on, and outside the door, there was an odd plastic bucket covered with a towel.

It wasn't unusual for Shad to leave things lying around, but something about this setup felt, off. Curiosity, or perhaps motherly instinct, took over, and she pulled the towel off. What she saw was nothing short of a nightmare, her son's severed head. said, lifeless eyes staring up at her from inside the bucket. The call that set everything in motion, at 3.30 a.m., Tara was on the phone with Green Bay Police, her voice frantic and trembling. Officers arrived at 800, Stony Brook Lane, and what they found confirmed her chilling report. But it was worse than anyone could have imagined. Inside the same bucket were Shad's genitals. Yet the rest of his body was nowhere to be found.

The basement was a blood-soaked horror show, with traces of an unspeakable crime scattered every everywhere. Knife marks, blood splatters, and a disarray of objects suggested something straight out of a gruesome thriller. But the rest of Shad's remains. Gone. Who was Shad Therian? Shad wasn't just another name in the news.

Born on September 7, 1997, he was a creative and kind-hearted soul. He grew up in Green Bay as one of four siblings and had a tight-knit family who adored him. Shad was the type to go camping on weekends, spend hours carving intricate wooden sculptures. or just hang out with his family. He worked at a family business, had stable finances, and seemed to have his life together, at least on the surface.

But even the brightest stars have shadows, and shed had one he couldn't shake, a history of drug addiction. Although he reportedly overcome his struggles, it seemed he might have fallen back into old habits. Evidence in the basement pointed to drug use, a small baggy of white powder and a glass pipe lay among the carnage. A suspect emerges,

the brutality of the crime-led investigative, to dive deep into Shad's recent life. According to Tara, her son had been spending time with a girl named Taylor. Taylor Shibisness wasn't just any girl, she was complicated, intense, and someone Tara had always found, unsettling. Taylor, 24 years old like Shad, had been in and out of trouble for years. Known for her wild behavior, she had a string of arrests under her belt, including resisting arrest and drug possession.

But that wasn't all. She had an eerie fascination with Jeffrey Dahmer, the infamous Milwaukee cannibal. Her social media was littered with dark musings, including one particularly disturbing post, I'll never stop buying you drugs just to watch you die. When police arrived at Taylor's residence on Eastman Avenue, they found her calm, unervingly so. Dressed in a track suit stained with dry blood, she didn't try to run or hide. Instead, she casually said, you're probably here because of the warrant, right? That wasn't what the officers were there for, but her nonchalant.

response raised immediate red flags. Piecing together the crime, Taylor didn't hold back during questioning. In fact, she seemed to relish telling her version of events. She admitted to spending time with Shad in the days leading up to his death. They'd smoked weed, injected tracidone, a prescription drug, and indulged in methamphetamine binges. According to her, things took a dark turn during a consensual BDSM session in the basement. Using heavy chains, Taylor began choking Shad, a practice they'd done before.

But this time, she claimed, something inside her snapped. She kept squeezing, feeling an intoxicating rush of power and adrenaline, until shit stopped breathing. I could feel his heart beating through the chain, she later said, almost as if savoring the memory. But it didn't end there. In a chilling confession, Taylor admitted to sexually assaulting Shad's lifeless body for hours. When she was done, she began dismembering him, carefully selecting a serrated bread knife from the kitchen to slice through his flesh. It worked perfectly, she said, describing the blade's effectiveness in gruesome detail. She packed his body parts into bags and boxes, intending to take them with her.

Yet, she left behind the bucket with his head, either out of laziness or some macabre oversight. A twisted past, Taylor Shibisness wasn't new to chaos. Raised in a turbulent household, she reportedly lost her mother at a young age and grew up with an abusive father. By her teenage years, she'd fallen into drug addiction and developed a fascination with serial kill. particularly Jeffrey Dahmer. In 2018, she married Warren Shibisnes, a man who, like her, had a history of legal troubles. The couple had a child in 2021, but even their relationship was fraught with rumors of infidelity and dysfunction. Despite her criminal record and erratic behavior, Taylor maintained an active social media presence, sharing everything from photos of her baby to

disturbing musings about death and drugs. The arrest and trial, after her arrest, Taylor was charged with first-degree intentional homicide, mutilation of a corpse, and third-degree sexual assault. She was held on a $2 million bond while awaiting trial. Her bizarre behavior during interrogations led her defense attorney to request a psychiatric evaluation, suspecting she might not be competent to stand trial. Taylor showed no remorse. Instead, she seemed proud of her actions, describing her crime with an unsettling mix of enthusiasm and detachment. When officers mentioned finding Shad's head, her casual response, Oh, I left the head there.

Sent chills down their spines. The fallout, Shad's family was left shattered. Not only did they have to deal with the unspeakable loss of their son, but they also faced financial strain. Funeral expenses piled up, and they turned to the community for help, creating a go-fund me to cover costs. Meanwhile, Taylor's husband, Warren, bizarrely stood by her, posting messages of support on social media.

The case sparked outrage and disbelief across Green Bay and beyond. How could someone commit such a heinous act, and why? For many, it was a chilling reminder of the darkness that can lurk beneath the surface of seemingly ordinary lives. Where things stand, Taylor Shibisnes faces life in prison if convicted, a likely outcome given the overwhelming evidence against her. As the legal process unfolds, one thing is clear, this case will leave an indelible mark on everyone involved. What drives someone to commit such a horrific act? Was it drugs? A fascination with violence?

Or something even deeper and more sinister? Whatever the answer, Taylor's actions have forever changed the lives of Shad's family, the Green Bay community, and anyone who hears this harrowing tale. When the man glanced back at the large window of his living room, his heart skipped a beat. For strangers stood outside, staring in. Without hesitation, he grabbed his flashlight, marched out to confront them, and demanded they leave his property. But as soon as he stepped outside, they were gone, vanished into thin air.

This story, like so many others that defy explanation, is tied to a strange and unsettling history. To understand it, we have to go back, way back, to the roots of this land and the whispers of its troubled past. A land steeped in legend, historians say this area once belonged to a Native American tribe, a place they called home for generations. Archaeologists believe there was once a thriving settlement here, but somewhere between the late 17th century and the 19th century, a man named Zachary Noble claimed the land for himself. Now, no one knows exactly what happened during that period, but we can guess. As with most conquests of the time, it's likely that violence played a role, a brutal takeover

that left scars on the land and perhaps birthed the so-called curse, many still whisper about. Here's where things get murky. There are no historical records of a massacre, no battles, no outright crimes committed on this soil. Yet, people swear that dark events have left their mark. Nearby, they're said to be a burial mound for a Native American chief, though archaeologists have yet to confirm its existence. The town of Hinsdale officially came into being in 1820. By 1860, it had two churches, a mill, a modest inn,

and a small but growing population of 255 people. This brings us to the infamous property, 383, McMahon Road. The farm's origins, in 1853, someone decided to build a farmstead here, a house, a barn, and even a small post for staging livestock. It seemed like an idyllic place to settle. The owner, or owners, saw an opportunity and turned part of the home into an inn for passing travelers. This was a lonely place, surrounded by dense forests and winding roads. Many came here seeking shelter, but some never left.

The stories diverge from this point. One version claims the innkeeper was a cold-blooded killer. When guests fell asleep, he'd steal their belongings, murder them, and burn their remains in a fireplace under the stairs. Another version implicates two brothers, Ian and Richard, as the culprits. Known throughout Hinsdale for their crimes, the duo robbed carriages, kidnapped people, and allegedly killed indiscriminately. Some say therein wasn't a 383 McMahon but elsewhere in town, leaving the truth lost a time. Regardless, people remain convinced something sinister unfolded here. The hanging tree, at the entrance to the property once stood a large, twisted tree

known locally as the hanging tree, or the tree of despair. Until the early 2000s, this gnarled sentinel was a grim reminder of a time when people took justice into their own hands. According to legend, thieves, sinners, and undesirables were hanged from its branches. One story stands out, Elizabeth, a young bride from another town, met a tragic fate here. Elizabeth had recently married a local farmer, and the couple's financial struggles kept their wedding modest, no rings, no feast, no fanfare. Shortly after their union, her husband was called off to war. Alone and visibly pregnant, Elizabeth faced cruel whispers

from neighbors who didn't believe her child belonged to her husband. Accusations of adultery spread like wildfire. One terrible day, the villagers dragged her to the tree, tied a noose around her neck and ended her life. Her spirit, they say, still wanders the land. Some argue the story of Elizabeth is exaggerated, noting that during the time of her supposed hanging, the tree was too young and small to bear such use. Others believe this makes no difference, whether this particular tree or another nearby, the outcome remains hauntingly the same. A tragic accident. In 1942, tragedy struck again. Alfred Warren, a 16-year-old boy, was using a circular saw when it slipped, striking his head. The injury was gruesome, and after three agonizing

hours, he succumbed to his wounds at Cuba Memorial Hospital. Where exactly Alfred lived remains unclear. Some documents place him in the nearby town of Emerson, while others insist he lived at 383 McMahon. Either way, his death added another layer of darkness to the property's already grim reputation. To make matters worse, the house was later ravaged by fire. It was rebuilt in the 1970s, only for its new owners to encounter even more disturbing experiences. The Dandy family moves in. In the summer of 1970, Clara Miller, her husband Phil Dandy, and their three children, Mike, Laura, and Mary, were eager for a fresh start. Tired of city life in Buffalo, they dreamed of tranquility and space, and 383 McMahon seemed

perfect. With eight acres of land surrounded by mountains, forests, and trails, it felt like paradise. The house itself was charming, a kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and that infamous room beneath the stairs on the ground floor, with four bedrooms upstairs. But the dream quickly soured. The swarm, on moving day, Clara's brother Gordon helped load their belongings into a van for the 80-minute drive to Hinsdale. Excitement filled the air, until they arrived. Stepping out of the van, Gordon heard an unsettling hum. It wasn't just a faint sound, it was everywhere. As they approached the house, they realized the windows were black, not from curtains, but from thousands of bees. The entire house was infested. It took an

exterminator to clear the place out, but the unsettling feeling never left. The buzzing had been an omen. Accidents begin, at first, life seemed idyllic. The kids played, Clara and Phil fought less, and the family enjoyed their new home. But soon, a string of bizarre accidents began to plague them. One afternoon, 11-year-old Mary fell off her bike, hitting her head hard enough to require stitches. Since Clara and Phil were both at work in Buffalo, the family faced a long, chaotic drive to the nearest hospital. Then Laura injured her foot, an infection set in, nearly costing her the limb. Not long after, Mike spilled a pot of boiling water on himself, claiming that an unseen force had pushed it over. Clara, desperate to keep her children safe,

quit her job to become a full-time homemaker. Phil had grown accustomed to waking up in the dead of night, summoned by the terrified cries of his children. Each time, he would grab the flashlight he kept by the bed, muster his courage, and head down the creaky hallway to investigate. His daughters swore they heard whispers, footsteps, or sometimes even saw fleeting shadows darting across their room. No matter how much Phil searched, nothing was ever there.

As the weeks turned into months, the disturbances became more intense. The family started noticing more peculiar occurrences around the house. Objects would move on their own, and doors that were closed would be found wide-open moments later. Clara, who had been trying to keep the piece and brush off the incidents as mere imagination, couldn't ignore what happened one evening. She had been sitting alone in the kitchen, preparing a late dinner while the children were upstairs, and Phil was tinkering in the shed. Out of nowhere, the kitchen lights flickered violently. Then, the radio, switched off at the time, suddenly blared to life, blasting static mixed with distorted voices. voices. It startled Clara so much she dropped the knife she was holding, narrowly missing

her foot. Gathering her courage, she approached the radio and turned it off, only for it to turn itself back on moments later. The last straw came when one of the family's dogs refused to enter the house. Normally a boisterous, loyal companion, the dog whimpered and backed away from the threshold, tail tucked firmly between its legs. No amount of coaxing would bring it inside. It wasn't just the dog either, one by one, the other animals began behaving oddly. They'd stare into empty corners, growling or whimpering as if something invisible was looming there. Desperate and unable to explain the string of bizarre events, Clara suggested they seek outside help. At first, Phil dismissed the idea as unnecessary, convinced they could handle it on their own.

But after witnessing his wife's growing fear and noticing how exhausted their children had become from sleepless nights, he reluctantly agreed. The paranormal investigation begins. Clara reached out to a local historian who was known for his interest in the supernatural. His name was Edgar Lowe, and he had a reputation for being a bit eccentric. When he arrived, he brought a team of investigators equipped with cameras, recording devices, and notebooks. The family watched with a mix of skepticism and hope as Edgar and his crew combed through the house, setting up equipment in key areas where activity had been reported. The first night of the investigation was uneventful.

The family began to doubt if anything would actually happen while the investigators were there. But on the second night, everything changed. Edgar's team captured strange occurrences on their devices. One camera positioned in the upstairs hallway recorded an orb of light darting back and forth, something that couldn't be explained as dust or a trick of the lens. The audio recorders picked up faint whispers, though the words were unintelligible. Even Edgar himself experienced something unsettling when he felt an icy handbrush against his shoulder in the basement. When Edgar shared these findings with the family, their fears were validated, but it also deepened their anxiety.

What were they dealing with? Could it be a malevolent spirit tied to the land's bloody history, or was it something even darker? A medium's warning, Edgar suggested bringing in a medium to get more answers. A week later, a woman named Eleanor arrived at the house. Dressed in flowing robes and exuding an air of calm authority, she immediately sensed the heavy energy surrounding the property. claimed the house was a beacon for restless spirits, some were harmless, merely echoes of the past,

but others harbored anger and despair. Eleanor performed a seance in the living room, where she claimed the veil between the living and the dead felt thinnest. The family gathered around the table, their hands trembling as they joined in the circle. At first, nothing happened. Then, the temperature in the room dropped sharply. Eleanor's voice took on an otherworldly tone as she spoke. There is great sorrow here, and rage.

A life taken unjustly. Blood spilled. They do not forgive. Suddenly, the candles on the table flickered and extinguished simultaneously. A loud crash echoed through the room, causing everyone to jump. Eleanor gasped and gripped the table, her face pale. There's something stronger here, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Something that doesn't want to leave, escalation.

After the seance, the activity in the house ramped up to terrifying levels. One night, Phil awoke to find himself paralyzed in bed. He could see Clara next to him, sound asleep, but he couldn't move or call out to her. Above him, a shadowy figure loomed, pressing down on his chest. He struggled to breathe, convinced he was about to die. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the figure vanished, and Phil was able to move again. Clara, too, began experiencing vivid nightmares of being chased through the woods by an unseen force. She'd wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and would swear she could hear faint laughter

coming from the forest outside their window. The children weren't spared either. Mary began sleepwalking, often found standing in front of the window in the middle of the night, murmuring words no one could understand. Laura became withdrawn, refusing to sleep in her room, insisting that, the woman with no eyes, stood at the foot of her bed every night. Even the animals couldn't escape the oppressive energy. The family's cats would hiss at invisible entities, their fur standing on end, while

the dogs cowered under furniture, refusing to come out. The final incident, the breaking point, came one stormy night. The family was gathered in the living room, huddled together as the wind howled outside. Suddenly, every door in the house slammed shut simultaneously. The lights flickered, and the air grew thick with an unexplainable heaviness. Phil grabbed his flashlight and moved toward the hallway, determined to figure out what was going on. As he approached the staircase, he froze. Standing at the top was the figure of a man.

His face was obscured, but his outline was clear against the dim light filtering in from the window. Phil shouted for the figure to leave, but it didn't move. Instead, it raised an arm and pointed directly at him. Panicked, Phil backed away, only to hear Clara scream from the living room. He rushed back to find her clutching the children, staring wide-eyed at the front door. it, scratched into the wood, were the words, You are not welcome, that was it.

The family decided they couldn't stay another night in the house. They packed what they could carry and fled to a motel in town, leaving everything else behind. Aftermath, the Dandy family never returned to the house. They sold it at a significant loss and vowed never to speak of their experiences there. Over time, the property gained a reputation as one of the most haunted places in the region. Paranormal enthusiasts and thrill seekers began visiting the site. each with their own stories of strange occurrences. To this day, the house at 383,

McMahon Road remains a chilling reminder of the unknown forces that may dwell among us. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, one thing is certain, some places carry a darkness that lingers long after the living have left. We begin, in early December ending, 89 the lifeless body of Richard Mallory, was found in the communities of the, forests of Daytona Beach, Florida. apparently someone had shot him three times with a point two two caliber pistol and afterwards they had dumped his car a few kilometers away this could be a clear case of a failed kidnapping or even a settling of scores but nevertheless the police did not investigate the case and it's because nobody really cared who had killed this man since he had a long criminal history on his shoulders crimes linked to sexual assaults it had only been a year since this man had gotten out of jail and seeing him Dead now was even a relief for the police. However when months later the police found the body of David, Spears, a 43-year-old man with no criminal record, things changed this man, had also received several shots from a .22 caliber pistol which linked, these two crimes to each other and the same, happened with the bodies of five more men that were found in the, following months, adults between the ages of, 43 and 32 all respected in their communities with wives and children. It was very clear that the police were, facing a serial killer and the media did nothing but pressure them, to make public the leads they had, but they said nothing either, because

they had nothing or because, they knew who it was and didn't want. To say it was then when someone raised, the alarm and it's because two, women appear after a car accident, in which one of them had been very, badly injured she suffered a heavy blow, and the vehicle stopped working. Immediately when witnesses came to help them, the two ran away the reason. The car didn't belong to either of them but to. One of the men that the police believed, had been killed by that serial killer, however and as difficult as it may seem, only one of those women had, committed the crimes and the other didn't, take long to talk to avoid prison. But who was this cruel murderous? Why did she kill so many men? We'll find out next.

Her real name is Aileen Carol Pittman born on February 29, 1956, in Rochester. Michigan those who knew her said, she was a very cheerful and very smiley child, always willing to make friends but, behind that smile hid a terrible hell she came into this world. As a result of two, teenagers her mother Diane Wernos A, 15-year-old girl madly in love, with the town's bad boy Leo Arthur, Pittman and with him she had a son. They named Keith after the pregnancy. The kids thought the smartest thing was, to get married to, form a stable family together. A year after the wedding Diane was, pregnant again this time expecting.

A girl they were going to name Aileen Carroll, however things didn't turn out. So well a few months after she was born, the couple split up for four years. Diane did everything possible to care for. Her children but emotionally, unstable and unemployed she, couldn't support them so she turned to her. parents Laurie and Britta Wernhows who decided to step in for years they took care of their grandchildren but now they had no interest in getting to know them so they offered Diane a fair deal they would take care of the children in exchange for becoming officially their parents that is they would give them their surname and the kids would never know of the existence of their real

mother Diane at that time was going through a really tough period so she didn't even think About it she handed over the kids to her parents and disappeared from their lives forever. Indeed, Keith and Aileen grew up, believing Laurie and Britta Wernos were, their parents this may sound wonderful, for a teenage girl with no resources, to have parents with a solid marriage, who gave her everything but the truth, was far from that because Lori and, Brita Wernos were adults with serious alcoholism problems Britta drank, until she collapsed and Lori when, his wife was unconscious, abused Aileen physically and sexually, time passed she turned 11. Aileen couldn't take it anymore. Her grandfather had ended her childhood and now she

couldn't. Love herself and the worst of all is that she began to sell her body to the highest bidder she wanted cigarettes. She sold her body. She wanted a bottle of whiskey she sold. Her body everything was solved by selling her body and in fact one of her. Clients was her own brother Keith. When Aileen turned 12, the grandparents broke the promise. They had made years ago to Diane. They told the kids the whole truth. About their parents they told them, she had schizophrenia and that Arthur. Their father was in prison. For child abuse, Leo Arthur, Pittman was a criminal with mental, problems he had spent years in, multiple psychiatric hospitals, and finally ended up in prison the other inmates, abused him and that affected him so, much that he hanged himself in his. Cell after hearing this story,

Aileen and Keith were devastated end. Their lives got much worse. Keith became a rebel without a cause, end. Aline had sexual relations with all the men who proposed at which led her to become pregnant at 14 years old. According to her version the child, she was expecting belonged to a friend of her grandfather but when she asked, for help her only family, her grandparents, didn't believe her and all they did was throw her things into the street and disown her forever. On March 23rd, 1971 Aline Wernos gave birth to a baby boy in a maternity clinic in Detroit. She had no job no one so she was, forced to give him up for adoption, and spend a while in a shelter for single mothers. But for a while there she started to think a bit about her future

about whether she really was willing to change her fate but then in July of 71. The police knocked on her door with news that would also change her life forever. Britta Wernos had died, from liver failure this news at first didn't affect her at all. In fact she celebrated that the woman had died but what really shocked her was that Diane. Her biological mother was, looking for her and her brother. The reason this woman said, Britta hadn't died from liver, failure but because Lori her, husband had killed her she wanted, to contact her children to, ask them to report Lori along with her. This broke Aileen into a thousand pieces. Diane had never tried to reach out, not a call, not a letter, nothing, absolutely nothing and now suddenly, seeing financial benefit.

She was interested in her kids, so that drove Aileen crazy, and little by little led her to, have problems with the law she, disturbed the public peace drove drunk, stole and even became a prostitute and used many aliases, Sandra Kretsch, Susan Lee Blahovic, Lee Bruns, Cammy Marsh Green, Lori Christine Wern and in 74, she was arrested for driving, drunk and firing a point two two caliber pistol, but when she was given probation, awaiting trial she fled and didn't. even show up. Aileen Wernos' criminal record is, really long and hard to explain, but there was a turning point, and that moment was the day. Her brother died July 17, 1976. Keith died alone fighting, esophageal cancer. Then Aileen Wernos received $10,000. Thanks to the life insurance,

he had taken out that amount. Of money could change her life she, could pay her debts pay rent, look for a good job but Aileen paid off her debts and spent the rest. On stupid luxuries she bought clothes, a car and when she realized it, she was broke again so once again, she was ready to go back to prostitution but before doing that, she hitchhiked and the man, who stopped his car was none other. Then Lewis fell president of the Florida Yacht Club at that time, he was 76 and she was 21 but age, was not an obstacle because months later, they got married the wedding, made headlines in all the newspapers, an ordinary man. No one of them. sought after in all of Florida, he had an oil company, was president of a yacht club, and owned several, homes now Aileen could, have the life she always dreamed of, but her complicated character made, things not go as she expected, she was always involved in all kinds, of problems fights and bars thefts in stores. She had it all and kept, committing crimes and the straw. That broke the camel's back was that. After an argument with her husband, she grabbed a cane and hit

him several times so this man not only divorced her but also filed a restraining order Aileen Wernos was free again to commit all kinds of crimes to be continued. In the rapidly evolving world of technology, artificial intelligence, AI, has become more than just a buzzword. It's a transformative force reshaping the business landscape. From enhancing operational efficiencies to driving personalized customer experiences, the integration of AI is no longer optional. It's essential for businesses aiming to stay competitive. In this comprehensive summary, we'll explore the diverse applications of AI in business, its benefits, and the challenges it presents. One, understanding AI in business. At its core, artificial intelligence refers to the simulation

of human intelligence processes by machines, especially computer systems. These processes include learning, acquiring data and rules for using it, reasoning, using rules to reach approximate or definite conclusions and self-correction. Machine learning, ML, natural language processing, NLP, and computer vision are subfields of AI that have found profound applications in business. Two, key applications of AI in business. A, customer service and support. AI driven chatbots and virtual assistants have revolutionized customer service. They provide 24-7 support, answer queries in real time, and handle a high volume of interactions without fatigue. Tools like Zendesk's answer bot or IBM Watson assistant leverage NLP to understand and respond to customer inquiries effectively.

B. Marketing in sales. AI helps businesses analyze consumer behavior and predict purchasing patterns. Personalized recommendations on platforms like Amazon or Netflix are powered by AI algorithms. Additionally, AI-driven tools optimize ad placements, email marketing campaigns, and social media engagement, ensuring content reaches the right audience at the right time. C, operations and supply chain management, AI enhances supply chain efficiency by predicting demand, optimizing inventory levels, and automating logistics. For instance, companies like D.HL use AI to improve delivery routes and minimize fuel consumption, leading to cost savings and reduced environmental impact.

D, human resources, from resume screening to employee engagement analysis, AI streamlines HR processes. Platforms like LinkedIn leverage AI to match candidates with job opportunities, while tools like workday analyze workforce data to inform strategic decisions. E. Financial Services. In finance, AI detects fraudulent transactions, automates customer onboarding, and provides robo-advisors for investment management. Companies like PayPal and MasterCard use AI to monitor transactions in real-time, flagging suspicious activities instantly. F. Product Development. AI aids in designing products tailored to customer needs by analyzing feedback and market trends. For example, Proctor and Gamble uses AI to simulate product performance and accelerate

innovation cycles. Three, benefits of AI in business. A, enhanced efficiency. AI automates repetitive tasks, allowing employees to focus on strategic activities. This increases productivity and reduces the likelihood of human error. B, improved decision-making. AI provides data-driven insights, enabling businesses to make informed decisions. Predictive analytics, for instance. For instance, helps companies anticipate market trends and consumer needs. C. Cost savings. By optimizing operations and reducing waste, AI drives cost efficiencies. Automation also minimizes labor costs in certain areas. D. Personalization. AI enables hyper-personalized customer experiences.

From tailored marketing messages to customize product recommendations, businesses can engage consumers on a deeper level. E. Scalability. AI systems can handle increasing workloads without significant additional costs, making them ideal for scaling operations. 4. Challenges of implementing AI. A. High initial costs. Developing and deploying AI systems requires significant investment in technology, infrastructure, and talent. B. Data privacy and security. AI relies heavily on data, raising concerns about how that data is collected, stored, and used. Businesses must navigate regulations like GDPR and ensure robust cybersecurity measures.

C. skill gaps. There is a shortage of professionals skilled in AI development and implementation. Upskilling the workforce and hiring expertise are critical but challenging tasks. D. ethical considerations. AI decisions can sometimes reflect biases present in training data, leading to unintended consequences.

Ensuring fairness and transparency in AI systems is paramount. E. Resistance to Change. Employees and stakeholders may resist adopting AI technology. due to fear of job displacement or a lack of understanding about its benefits. 5. Future trends in AI for business. A. Increased adoption of generative AI. Generative AI models like GPT4 are being integrated into content creation, coding, and product design, enabling businesses to innovate rapidly. B. AI in sustainability.

AI will play a pivotal role in achieving sustainability goals by optimizing energy consumption, reducing waste, and enabling smart resource management. C. Democritization of AI. With the rise of no-code and low-code platforms, businesses of all sizes can leverage AI without requiring extensive technical expertise. D. Advanced Predictive Analytics. Businesses will increasingly use AI to anticipate customer needs, market shifts, and potential risks, allowing for proactive strategies. E. Integration with IoT. The convergence of AI and the Internet of Things, IoT, will enable smarter automation and real-time decision-making in industries like manufacturing and healthcare. 6. Strategies for Successful AI Implementation. A. Define clear objectives. Identify specific business problems AI can solve and set measurable goals for its implementation.

B. Invest in data management. Ensure access to high quality, clean, and diverse datasets to train AI systems effectively. C. Foster a culture of innovation. Encourage employees to embrace AI by providing training and highlighting its potential benefits. D. Partner with experts. collaborate with AI specialists or technology providers to navigate the complexities of implementation. E, monitor and evaluate, continuously assess AI performance and make adjustments to ensure it aligns with business objectives. Conclusion, artificial intelligence is

revolutionizing the way businesses operate, offering unprecedented opportunities for growth and innovation. While challenges exist, the potential benefits far outweigh the obstacles. By understanding AI's capabilities and implementing it strategically, businesses can unlock new levels of efficiency, creativity, and customer satisfaction. As we move forward, the key will be to balance technological advancements with ethical considerations, ensuring that AI serves as a force for good in the business world. In France's royal court during the late 1600s, a scandal of staggering proportions shook the aristocracy, exposing secrets, poisons, and illicit love affairs. Marie Madeline Marguerite Di Aubrey,

better known as the Marquis de Brinvilliers, became one of history's most infamous figures for allegedly orchestrating a series of poisonings aimed at eliminating her family members and freeing herself from her troubled marriage. Her story, both grim and fascinating, paints a vivid picture of deceit, betrayal, and the lengths to which one would go for wealth and independence. Hashtag hashtag the Marquis' tumultuous beginnings. Born in 1630, Marie Madeline was the eldest daughter of Antoine Drew Diabri, the Lord of Offmont. With her mother passing away during childbirth, her father became solely responsible for her upbringing.

He raised her to be the epitome of a noblewoman, refined, educated, and well-versed in the expectations of high society. Known for her grace, charm, and intelligence, Marie Madeline seemed destined for a life of prestige. Yet, beneath her polished exterior was a life filled with secrets, scandal, and dark ambitions. In her early twenties, Marie Madeline was married off to Antoine Goblin, the Marquis de Brindeliers. Outwardly, their marriage appeared perfect, a textbook match for noble circles. But behind closed doors, the Marquies endured an existence far from blissful.

The couple's relationship was strained from the start, with both taking lovers openly and flaunting their dalliances in public. While extramarital affairs were not uncommon among the aristocracy, Marie Madeline took it a step further, flaunting her romances with expensive gifts and scandalous public appearances. Meanwhile, her husband developed his own vices, spending recklessly on gambling, fine wines, and a series of fleeting infatuations. As their marriage soured, Marie Madeline found herself drawn to a man named Jean-Baptiste Godin de Saint Croix, a handsome soldier. Their affair soon became the talk of Paris.

But for the Marquis, Jean-Baptiste was not just a lover, he was an accomplice, a confidant, and later, a critical component in her plan to escape her marriage and secure her fortune. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the seductive appeal of poison. Their passionate affair took a dark turn when Marie Madeline's father discovered the relationship. Fearing the scandal it might bring, he used his influence to imprison John Baptiste in the Bastille. This incarceration, however, had unintended consequences. While imprisoned, John Baptiste met an Italian named Exelai, a man reputed to be a master poisoner. In the confines of the Bastille, Exelai taught John Baptiste the art of creating nearly undetectable poisons,

a skill that would prove invaluable to the Marquis' plot. Upon his release, John Baptiste shared his newfound knowledge with Marie Madeline. Together, they conceived the plan to eliminate anyone standing in her way of inheriting her family's wealth. In 17th century France, women often had limited financial autonomy, relying heavily on male relatives or husbands for economic stability. If her father, brothers, and husband were gone, Marie Madeline stood to inherit an immense fortune, offering her the independence she longed for.

Her ambition grew as she entertained the thought of not only murdering her family but also of savoring the twisted power it granted her over life and death. She began experimenting with poisons, initially on her servants, baking the fatal substances into sweets and confections, which she would then instruct her maids to taste. When these maids grew ill and ultimately perished, doctors were quick to attribute their deaths to natural causes, dismissing any notion of foul play. Hashtag hashtag a plot takes shape. Having successfully tested her poisons on unsuspecting servants, the Marquis and Jean-Baptiste

shifted their focus to Marie Madeline's family. She first targeted her father, who, despite his high social standing, was not immune to the poison laced within her meticulously prepared confections. His death seemed natural, a tragic but seemingly ordinary passing for a man of his age. Next came her brothers, who were poised to inherit the family's wealth and, consequently, obstruct Marie Madeline's claim to the fortune. Each fell prey to the same fate, succumbing to mysterious illnesses after enjoying their sister's gifts of homemade pastries.

As her family members died one by one, Marie Madeline's wealth and social standing continued to rise, drawing little suspicion from those around her. However, when the time came to target her husband, fate took an unexpected turn. By this time, Jean-Baptiste had distanced himself from Marie Madeline, having found a new lover and grown weary of the Marquis' murderous inclinations. She was left to devise her plan alone, and just as she attempted to poison her husband, he became aware of her intentions and halted the plot. Some sources suggest he learn of her scheme through rumors or by witnessing the suspicious

deaths surrounding her. Fearing for his life, he reportedly fled Paris, abandoning his wife and their toxic marriage altogether. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the downfall of the Marquis. With her family gone and her husband estranged, Marie Madeline could have stopped. Yet, intoxicated by the power she wielded over life and death, she continued her killing spree, poisoning those who inconvenienced her, sometimes for reasons as trivial as amusement. Meanwhile, Jean-Baptiste, aware of her misdeeds, preserved their correspondence, including incriminating

letters and vials of poison. These would become crucial evidence in her eventual downfall. When Jean-Baptiste passed away unexpectedly, officials conducted a search of his residence. Among his belongings, they discovered a red leather-bound box filled with damning evidence, vials of poison and letters implicating the Marquise in numerous murders. The discovery ignited a full investigation, which led to a massive scandal involving some of France's most influential families. Authorities issued an arrest warrant for Marie Madeline, but by then, she had already fled

France, evading capture by retreating to England. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the escape, capture, and trial. Marie Madeline's escape marked the beginning of a year's long pursuit. French authorities requested her extradition from England, but she narrowly escaped again, this time finding refuge in a convent in Liesch. The convent was a place of sanctuary where law enforcement had no authority to arrest her. Determined not to let her escape justice, one of the investigators disguised himself as a monk, infiltrated the convent, and ultimately dragged her back to France to face trial.

Back in Paris, her trial was nothing short of sensational, with tales of her crimes shocking the public. Her former servant testified in detail about her methods, describing how she would bake poison into pastries and ensure her victims consumed them. Marie Madeline's dark past was laid bare, with details of her scandalous love life, rumored incestuous relationships, and the abuse she endured as a child. The revelations horrified the public, fueling both fascination and outrage. Marie Madeline's attorney attempted to defend her, but his efforts were futile. The evidence against her was overwhelming, and her fate was essentially sealed before the trial

began. The court charged her with multiple counts of murder, with accusations of being a serial killer and even an arsonist. Her sentence was one of the most brutal, death by execution. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the legacy of the Marquis de Brinvilliers. On July 16, 1676, Marie Madeline was executed in Paris, bringing an end to one of the most chilling sagas of murder and betrayal in French history. Her death did little to quell public interest, and for years afterward, her case was referenced

as a cautionary tale of corruption, power, and unbridled ambition. The Marquis de Brinvilleers became a symbol of France's dark fascination with poisons and intrigue. Her story not only inspired other infamous poisoners but also heightened public awareness of a widespread issue, the silent, invisible threat of poison as a tool for murder in both aristocratic and common circles. Her case, known as the affair of the poisons, led to widespread investigations and convictions across France, even reaching the highest ranks of the court of King Louis XIV. This marked the beginning of a dark era where poisonings, both real and alleged, became almost commonplace in the court, with nobles living in constant fear of

betrayal and death. Marie Madeline's story reminds us of the lengths to which individuals will go to secure their fortunes, and the depths of human depravity that can be hidden behind a noble title. Ultimately, Marie Madeline's life and actions became a legend, a tale of ambition gone awry, where wealth, power, and influence were pursued at the cost of human lives. Hers was a cautionary tale in the annals of history, a grim reminder of what people might do when driven by unchecked greed and desperation. The story of the so-called affair of the poisons is a fascinating chapter in French history, filled with intrigue, betrayal, and the darker

side of human ambition. At its heart is the tale of Madame de Montespan, once the beloved mistress of King Louis XIV, who fell from grace amid rumors of sorcery, potions, and even attempts to poison the king himself. Her story, along with that of her supposed accomplices, speaks to a time when superstition and political ambition could blend dangerously, leading to suspicion, torture, and swift punishment. Madame de Montespan's life began on October 5th, 1640, in a prominent French family. Raised among the nobility, she was groomed for a life of service and high status. She eventually entered the court of Louis XIV, serving as a lady-in-waiting to the queen.

Known for her striking beauty in sharp wit, Madame de Montespan quickly caught the attention of the king, whose romantic pursuits were famously prolific. Their passionate affairs spanned over a decade, during which time. Montespan gave birth to seven of his children and enjoyed a life filled with luxury, influence, and privilege. Yet this relationship, which had granted her so much power, would ultimately be her undoing. The affair came at a time of immense social and political tension in France. The court at Versailles was a place of constant rivalry and backstabbing, as courtiers vied for the king's favor and sought to advance their positions. Madame de Montespan's rivals

whispered accusations of witchcraft and poison. This was not an unusual rumor, as magic, mysticism, and the occult were surprisingly common in the 17th century, even among the nobility. However, Montespan's alleged involvement went deeper than simple whispers and would become one of the largest scandals of Louis XIV's reign. At the height of her influence, Madame de Montespan supposedly sought the services of Catherine Monvoison, more commonly known as La Voison. La Voison was a fortune-teller and self-proclaimed sorceress who worked in Paris, selling charms, potions, and other mystical services to wealthy clients. Her reputation was infamous, she was known to conduct black masses, in which clients supposedly preyed to dark forces for favors. It was

rumored that she would go to any lengths, including sacrificial offerings, to fulfill her client's desires. La Voison's clientele was not limited to the poor or uneducated, she catered to the elite of society, who sought her help for matters of love, power, and revenge. Monti Span, perhaps out of desperation to secure the king's affections, is said to have visited Lavoison on several occasions. According to some accounts, she asked for love potions to keep the king loyal to her. But when her beauty began to fade and younger women caught the king's eye, Montespan allegedly became more desperate. Witnesses claimed that she sought even darker solutions to secure her position, requesting services that would ensure the king's loyalty or eliminate her rivals.

Things took a darker turn when Lavoison was implicated in the broader affair of the poisons, of arrests and trials involving high-ranking individuals accused of using poison, witchcraft, and the occult to achieve their goals. The investigation was ordered by Louis XIV, himself, after he heard rumors of plots against his life. Hundreds of people were questioned, and dozens were arrested, including fortune-tellers, poisoners, and alchemists who had dealings with the aristocracy. Under torture, Love Wozhen and her associates provided names and detailed descriptions

of their clients, including Madame de Montespan. They described the various potions and rituals conducted at Montespan's request, implicating her in a conspiracy to use magical means to control the king. The accusations were shocking, some claimed that Montespan had even been the altar, in black masses, a disturbing image that fueled the hysteria surrounding the case. Though Madame de Montespan was never officially charged, the scandal effectively ended her influence at court. She was quietly removed from the king's inner circle, and her reputation was permanently tarnished.

While many others involved in the scandal-faced imprisonment, torture, or execution, Montespan's noble status likely protected her from the same fate. Nevertheless, she was forced to spend her remaining years isolated from society, retreating to a convent in her later years, where she reportedly sought penance for her supposed sins. The affair of the poisons remains a controversial and highly debated part of French history. Did Madame de Montespan truly engage in dark rituals to maintain her power over the king? or was she merely a scapegoat, a victim of the intense rivalries and intrigues that characterized the

court of Louis XIV. Some historians argue that the accusations against her were exaggerated or even fabricated by her enemies. The court, eager to eliminate rivals and secure their own positions, may have used the case as a convenient excuse to get rid of an unpopular figure. Whatever the truth, the affair of the poisons reflects the volatile nature of the time. It was an era in which superstition and fear of the unknown could lead to extreme. actions, where the boundary between science and magic was often blurred, and where those who dared to defy social norms could easily be branded as witches or sorcerers. Madam de Montespan's story is a reminder of how easily lives could be destroyed by rumors and

accusations, and how power, once gained, could slip away just as quickly. Looking back, it is difficult to separate fact from fiction in the affair of the poisons. The records from the trials were destroyed, and much of what we know comes from secondhand accounts and hearsay. What remains is a fascinating tale of ambition, love, betrayal, and superstition, one that continues to capture the imagination centuries later. Manuela Gonzalez Cano was born on October 14, 1960, into a large Spanish family. She was the fifth child of the Gonzales-Cano couple, and by all accounts, her childhood was a happy one.

The family emigrated from Spain to France in search of a better life. Some sources say they settled in Grenoble to work in the local mines. Outwardly, they seemed like a tight-knit and cheerful family. During her teenage years, Manuela struggled with insecurity. She was shy and self-conscious, often feeling unattractive and insignificant. By the time she was 15, most of her friends had boyfriends, but she had no romantic interests. She believed no one noticed her, which only deepened her feelings of inadequacy. However, things took a dramatic turn when she was 16.

At a local fair, she met Gilbert Menya, her first great love. According to her, it was love at first sight. After a beautiful courtship, the two married in 1978. Three years later, they welcomed their only daughter, Virginia Menya. On the surface, they seemed like the perfect family, close, loving, and happy. But in 1983, tragedy struck. Gilbert was hospitalized due to what was described as poisoning. He underwent tests and surgery on his esophagus and spent three months in a coma.

The cause of his condition remained a mystery. Miraculously, Gilbert recovered, but soon after, he asked Manuela for a divorce. The reasons behind their separation remain unclear. Whether it was a loss of love, infidelity, or something else, the details were never made public. Despite the divorce, they maintained a cordial relationship for the sake of their daughter. They continued to meet as a family and appeared to get along well in public. Following the divorce, Manuela moved on with her life, taking up various jobs, including roles as a cashier, saleswoman, and stock clerk.

However, rumors began to swirl that she had also become a prostitute. These whispers remained unconfirmed until 1984, when a man accused her of theft and attempted murder. This was how her darker side came to light. In 1984, at the age of 25, Manuela met a 55-year-old. old jeweler named Michelle Garson. Michel was a well-established professional with wealth and status. The two began a transactional relationship, with Michel allegedly paying Manuela for sexual

encounters. However, on October 11, 1984, Michel collapsed after drinking tea during a meeting with Manuel in his store. A customer found him unconscious and called for an ambulance. Michel was rushed to the hospital, where doctors discovered a significant amount of sedatives in his system. He survived, but when he returned to his shop, he found that a check worth 80,000 francs had been cashed by Manuela.

It's unclear whether Michel had willingly given her the check earlier or if she had stolen it. Michel claimed that during their meeting, they had simulated the sale of a gold bar worth 80,000 francs, for which he wrote her a check. Manuela cashed it, but she allegedly wanted more. According to reports, she planned a second meeting, offered him tea laced with sedatives, and attempted to steal another check. In 1985, Manuela was convicted of theft with violence.

However, the specifics of her sentence, whether she served prison time, receive probation, or paid a fine, remain unknown. By the following year, she was free and back to living her life. In 1986, Manuel met Francois Colazo, a family man who worked in a bar. According to his daughter, Maria, Francois was a loving father and a good man. He was deeply in love with Manuel, and their relationship seemed. harmonious. A few weeks into dating, they decided to move in together. But on the night of April 28th to 29th, 1989, Francois's life came to a tragic and suspicious end. He was found dead in his garage, having apparently taken a large dose of sedatives and inhaled car exhaust

fumes. The circumstances of his death were bizarre. The autopsy confirmed that the sedatives alone would have been enough to kill him. Adding the car fumes seemed unnecessary. Even stranger, was found in the passenger seat rather than the driver's seat, making it awkward for him to have started the car. Despite these oddities, Manuela told the police that Francois had been depressed and had taken his own life. François's family didn't believe her, but the case was closed without further investigation. Manuel moved on, packing her belongings and relocating to Brignaud, where she became a driving instructor. In Brignaud, she began a brief but intense romance with a man named Bruno Delpec. They met when Bruno enrolled in her driving school to get

his motorcycle license. Bruno described Manuel as having two distinct sides. To the world, she was shy, sweet, and pleasant. But in private, she was passionate, dominant, and wild. Bruno found this duality irresistible. However, their relationship ended abruptly. Soon after, Manuela met Thierry Le Chevalier, a divorced man with children from his previous marriage. Tieri was described as kind, generous, and completely devoted to Manuel. He has a very adored her and did everything to make her happy. Outwardly, their relationship seemed perfect. Between 1990 and 1991,

Manuela opened her own driving school. Financially, the couple was thriving. Manuela's business was successful, with plenty of clients and a solid reputation. But in early 1991, Manuela met another man, Daniel Kano, and Sparks Flew. The two began an affair, unbeknownst to Thierry. Manuela eventually confessed to Tieri, telling him

She no longer loved him and wanted to be with Daniel. In April 1991, she asked Thierry to leave their home, telling him she'd call the police if he didn't. That weekend, Manuela went away with Daniel. When she returned, she found Tieri dead. Tieri's body was discovered in a storage room owned by Manuela. The scene was strange. He had taken sedatives and set a fire, leading to his death. Manuela called the police, claiming Tieri had taken his own life out of heartbreak.

However, Tieri's ex-wife, Chantal, told the police that Tieri had expressed fear of Manuela before his death. He had reportedly said that if anything happened to him, it would be her doing. The investigation revealed that Tieri had taken out a 25,000-franc loan to help Manuel set up her driving school. With his death, the loan didn't need to be repaid. Despite these findings, Manuel was released due to a lack of evidence in Daniel's alibi that they had been together that weekend. Manuela and Daniel married in 1997. Daniel was a kind and loving man who had a son named Nicholas from a previous marriage.

He had many interests, including rugby, nature walks, and breeding exotic Australian finches. The couple bought a lovely home in Villarbonneau and appeared to be happy. Both shared a love for gambling and frequently visited a local casino. However, gambling took a toll on their finances. By 2005, their debts began to mount. That year, Manuela was arrested for fraud related to her driving school. She had been issuing licenses illegally in exchange for money. She was sentenced to 10 months of probation, fined 50,000 euros, and banned from teaching for

five years. Their financial troubles worsened. Unbeknownst to Daniel, Manuel took out a 165,000-euro loan in his name. When he found out, their relationship became strained. In 2007, Manuela collapsed at the bottom of her staircase and was diagnosed with depression. She was prescribed sedatives, but her family noticed she rarely slept and seemed constantly alert. Despite her struggles, she maintained a charming and sweet exterior, hiding her inner turmoil from the world. Things escalated in September 2008, when a fire broke out in their home.

Daniel woke up to find their bedroom engulfed in flames. Manuela claimed it was an accident caused by a candle he had lit in memory of his late mother. However, Daniel insisted he had placed the candle outside the bedroom, making the fire's origin suspicious. The insurance company ruled at an accident, and the case was closed. On October 31, 2008, a neighbor jogging near the train tracks discovered a burned-out car with a body inside. The vehicle was identified as Daniel's, and the body was confirmed to be his.

He had been heavily sedated before the fire, and the case was ruled a homicide. Manuela became the prime suspect due to her history and the financial benefits she stood to gain from Daniel's death. She was arrested and eventually sentenced to 30 years in prison in 2012, a conviction upheld in 2016. What do you think? Was justice served, or is there more to this story? Introduction. Technology has played a transformative role in shaping the world as we know it. From early inventions such as the wheel to the cutting-edge advancements in artificial intelligence, humanity has continuously strived to develop tools. that make life easier, more efficient, and more interconnected. The impact of technology extends across multiple dimensions,

including communication, healthcare, transportation, education, and entertainment. This paper explores the profound influence of technology on modern society, how it has evolved over the years, and what the future holds for technological innovations. The historical evolution of technology, technology has been a fundamental part of human civilization. The earliest tools made of stone and metal paved the way for agricultural advancements, allowing humans to cultivate crops and domesticate animals. The Industrial Revolution marked a significant shift, introducing machinery that revolutionized production processes and enhanced economic growth. The 20th and 21st centuries witnessed

rapid technological advancements, from the invention of the telephone and automobiles to the rise of the Internet and artificial intelligence. Each technological breakthrough has contributed to societal progress, shaping the way people live, work, and interact. The digital and the Internet age, the advent of the Internet in the late 20th century brought about a digital revolution that changed the world in unprecedented ways. The Internet has facilitated instant communication through emails, social media platforms, and video conferencing, shrinking the geographical barriers that once limited human interactions. Businesses have leveraged the power of e-commerce, enabling consumers to purchase goods and services with the click of a button.

Moreover, digital banking and online transactions have redefined financial interactions, making transactions more accessible and secure. Artificial intelligence and machine learning. Artificial intelligence, AI, and machine learning, ML, have taken technological advancements to new heights. AI-powered systems are now capable of analyzing vast amounts of data, making predictions, and even performing complex tasks that traditionally required human intelligence. From chatbots that assist customers online to self-driving cars that enhance road safety, AI is transforming various industries.

The healthcare sector, for instance, has benefited from AI in medical diagnostics, where machine learning algorithms can detect diseases more accurately than human doctors in some cases. The impact of technology on health care, medical technology has significantly improved the quality of health care services. Innovations such as telemedicine, robotic surgeries, and wearable health devices have enhanced patient care and medical research. Telemedicine allows patients to consult doctors remotely, reducing the burden on health care facilities and increasing accessibility, especially in rural areas. Advanced imaging technologies, such as MRI and CT scans, enable early detection of illnesses, leading to better treatment outcomes. The development of vaccines,

including the rapid response to the COVID-19 pandemic, highlights how technology plays a crucial role in public health. The role of technology in education, education has undergone a digital transformation with the integration of technology into learning systems. Online learning platforms, interactive e-books, and virtual classrooms have made education more accessible and flexible. Students can now access educational resources from anywhere in the world, eliminating the constraints of traditional classroom settings. Artificial intelligence is also being used in personalized learning, where adaptive algorithms tailor educational content based on a student's learning pace and style. This ensures that students receive individualized support, and

enhancing their academic performance. Transportation and smart mobility. Transportation technology has evolved significantly, leading to the development of electric vehicles, high-speed trains, and autonomous cars. Electric vehicles, EVs, are becoming increasingly popular due to their environmental benefits and advancements in battery technology. Companies like Tesla are pushing the boundaries of innovation,

making EVs more efficient and affordable. Additionally, self-driving technology is poised to revolutionize the way people travel, reducing traffic congestion and enhancing road safety. Smart cities are also integrating transportation technology, with intelligent traffic management systems improving urban mobility. The entertainment industry and digital media. Technology has reshaped the entertainment industry, providing new ways for people to consume and create content. Streaming platforms like Netflix, Spotify, and YouTube have revolutionized how audiences access music, movies, and television shows. The gaming industry has also seen significant advancements with virtual reality, VR, and augmented reality, AR enhancing gaming experiences.

Social media platforms have become a major source of entertainment, enabling users to share content, engage with influencers, and participate in digital communities. The Future of Technology, Emerging Trends. The Future of Technology holds exciting possibilities, with innovations such as quantum computing, biotechnology, and space exploration gaining moment. quantum computing has the potential to solve complex problems at an unprecedented speed, revolutionizing fields such as cryptography and data analysis. Biotechnology advancements, including gene editing and personalized medicine, could lead to breakthroughs in treating genetic disorders. Meanwhile, space exploration is expanding with private companies like SpaceX working toward

human colonization of Mars and advancements in satellite technology enhancing global connectivity. The ethical and societal challenges of technological, advancements. While technology offers numerous benefits, it also presents ethical and societal challenges that must be addressed. Concerns about data privacy, cybersecurity threats, and job displacement due to automation are some of the pressing issues. The rise of AI raises questions about ethical decision-making, as algorithms may reflect biases present in training data. Additionally, the digital divide remains a challenge, with some regions having limited access to technology, exacerbating social and economic inequalities. Governments, businesses, and policymakers must work together to

create regulations that ensure ethical technology use and inclusivity. Conclusion, technology continues to shape the modern world, driving progress across various sectors and improving the quality of life. From the Internet and AI to advancements in health care and education, technology has revolutionized how people interact, learn, and work. However, with these advancements come challenges that require careful consideration to ensure responsible and ethical use of technology. As humanity moves forward, embracing innovation while addressing ethical concerns will be crucial in creating a future where technology benefits all of society. The evolution of technology is an ongoing journey, and its impact will continue to define the world for generations to come.

I like to think that I take my personal safety very seriously. I don't stand too close to the road while waiting for the walk signal. I have my location shared with my sister and mom. I keep my wits about me when I'm out in public, and I try not to dawdle after getting into my car. If I had only been more diligent about that last rule, I might not be in the situation I'm in now. Early this morning, just after midnight,

I was sitting in my parked car outside of my favorite grocery store. I was exhausted from picking up a friend's evening shift, and so I stopped to grab dinner on my way home from work. The store is in an isolated part of town, but I had never felt unsafe in the area. Then again, I'd never been so late at night. The second I exited the store with my purchase, the old cashier closed up shop for the night and turned off all the lights in the building. For some reason, I did something I never do, I started eating in my car.

As a precaution, I try not to linger in isolated parking. lots, especially as a young woman who often has to run errands after dark. Maybe it was the hunger, or maybe the fact that, due to a recent breakup, my house hasn't felt all that welcoming in the past few weeks. In any case, I was in no rush to return home. I pulled up an episode of the terror on my phone and settled in to eat. I enjoyed a few minutes of blissful peace and quiet before a shout pierced through the night. I looked up for my phone and was surprised to find a woman standing in front of my car, waving her arms at me. My car was parked right in front of the store, facing towards the building, and there was only a thin sidewalk separating my vehicle

from the store's exterior. I hadn't seen her coming at all, it was like she had emerged from the brick wall before me. She rounded my car, coming to a stop beside the driver's side window. She then started pointing at the ground, the universal signal four roll your window down. Fat chance, I thought. Though she looked sane and kemped, I had no clue what her intentions were. In fact, I felt pretty vindicated in always locking my car doors immediately after entering. The woman, perhaps seeing I was making no move to exit my vehicle, then told me something no one wants to hear, hey, she shouted, There's someone in your back seat. My mouth went dry. Time seemed to slow as a thousand horror movie scenes raced through my head.

I could almost feel the piano wire digging into my neck, the barrel pressing into my temple. I undid my seatbelt and prepared to launch myself out of the car. Now that the intruder knew I was aware of their presence, would I even have enough time to run? With one hand on the door handle, I stole a glance into the rear-view mirror and saw, no one. My car is a compact hatchback, meaning there is very little room for a person to hide in my cabin. Even in my exhausted state, I would have noticed someone upon looking into the mirror. My terror fading to confusion, I turned around in my seat, surveying the cabin with my own eyes, and confirmed that there was no one in my back seat.

Click. When I turned back around, the woman had taken another step closer to my car. Her body was barely a foot from my door and her fingers were wrapped around the handle. There were a few more deep clicks as she tried, unsuccessfully, to open the locked door. I raised my gaze, and she gave me an odd smile, as though she and I were sharing a private joke. For the first time, using the faint glow of the street lamp, I took a closer look at the woman's face. Her skin was stretched tightly across her skull, making her thin mouth and nostrils appear as though they been cut onto her. Her eyes were deep set and ovate, and her teeth seemed both too small

and too numerous. I allowed myself a brief moment to gawk at the face before me and then I threw my car into reverse and high-tailed it out of the lot. For a few, disheartening seconds, the woman held on to the door, keeping in step with my vehicle as I backed up. Luckily, she soon let go, and I drove away, my mind racing with the realization that the woman was trying to bait me out of my car. Even more disturbing was the fact that it had almost worked. I wondered if she had others with her that I simply hadn't seen, and what she had wanted from me. I hoped I had narrowly escaped a robbery as opposed to something much more sinister. I got back to my house 20 minutes later. Still shaken for my encounter, I rushed inside the house and made sure that all

of my doors and windows were locked. My exhaustion did little to soothe my nerves. My mind played tricks on me as I got ready for bed, conjuring up flashes of the woman's face in the dark corners of my house. Once I finally fell asleep, my fears followed me from the waking world. I had a long, vivid nightmare, most of which I've either forgotten or is irrelevant to this account. All I know is that when I jolted awake some hours later, it was to the sound of a frantic banging on my front door. I sat up in bed, unsure if I was still dreaming or not.

My alarm clock read 4.17. It was far too early for someone to be knocking on my door unless there was some kind of emergency, which, given the forcefulness of the knocks, there may have been. Slowly, I rose from my bed and inched towards the entryway. I had never before been in such a situation, and was at somewhat of a loss as to how to react. I didn't smell a fire, thankfully, but that didn't mean all was well. Suddenly, I heard a man's voice calling out my name in a questioning tone. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it.

Who is it? I called back. Brian, answered the disembodied voice, and relief washed over me. My neighbor, Brian, lived in a house across the street. We weren't close exactly, but I often saw him walking down a block with his dog, Bailey. I turned on the entryway light, But as I was still in my sleepwear, I didn't want to open the door unless I had to. Instead, I called back to him. What's the matter?

Well, he began. I heard his voice crack, and he cleared his throat. Do you have someone over right now? What? I asked, my heart skipping a beat. No, I don't. Why do you ask? Well, the dog had to go out, and while I was in the yard with him,

I thought I saw someone in your front window. Someone who didn't look, quite right. I stilled, feeling as though I were in some terrible dream. Turning around and glancing down the dark hallway, I wished I had turned on more lights on my way to answer the door. She followed you home, I thought. She's in your house with you right now. I was ready to bolt out the door into the cold,

but by some miracle, I had just enough presence of mind left to consider my neighbor's words more careful. Something was wrong. I stepped away from the door. Are you all right, Brian? He cleared his throat again, and when he next spoke, his voice sounded slightly different from before, as though he were testing out a new timbre. Of course, I just got a bit of a cold here, but I still wanted to check in on you. My voice wavered as I voiced a question to my neighbor, but, your dog, isn't it a girl?

Brian didn't respond. My mind reeled in the torturous silence, trying to discern whether the threat was outside the door or inside the house with me. After a full minute of complete stillness, the handle to my front door began to move. It rotated downwards as far as it could before the lock stopped it, then shook as the person on the other side of my door pulled on the handle. This happened several more times as the person tested my lock, and then there was a powerful bang. as though someone had rammed into my door with all their might. After that, there was silence again. I stood frozen in place for another minute.

I had no people, but I worked up the nerve to walk into the living room and peer through the blinds into my front yard. In the distance, walking down the street away from my house, was a figure. Although I couldn't see the face, something deep within me knew it was the same person who had tried to open my car door. I watched her walk away into the quiet night until she disappeared from my view. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep for the rest of the night. I split my time between roaming the perimeter of my house, looking for anything suspicious, and sitting in my kitchen running the events of the night over in my mind. The most likely explanation was that

I'd been dreaming. After all, I'd nearly been baited into opening my door to a potential criminal just hours before, so it made sense that I'd have a nightmare about a similar situation. Then again, I had never, in my entire life, had a dream so vivid. Maybe, somehow the woman really did follow me home. She easily could have stuck a tracker on my car, but how in the world did she know Brian's name, and how had she impersonated him so well? The sun is setting now. I haven't left the house all day, I've been too haunted by the idea of someone,

or multiple someone's, trying to draw me out into the open. No matter how many times I checked the house, I still feel as though I catch glimpses of the woman in my periphery, of her beady eyes and uncanny smile. I suppose I should try to get some sleep now, impossible as that seems at this point. I just needed to jot this down before I went to bed, in case A, anything happens to me, and B, do ever think about blindly trusting the warnings of a stranger? It all started in the summer of 1982, with a 19-year-old girl named Carol Compton. She was sweet, charming, and had a childlike innocence that made her instantly likable. Her smile could light up a room, and she was the kind of person everyone enjoyed being around. Carol worked as a waitress

at the Trump Thumb Hotel in Ayrshire, Scotland, where she met an Italian man named Marco Vichelano. Marco was the complete opposite of Carol, mature, outgoing, and determined. He was a man of the world, someone who knew exactly what he wanted. The two hit it off quickly, and soon enough, they were in a whirlwind romance. The love between Carol and Marco was brief but intense, lasting only a summer. Marco had to return to Rome to fulfill his mandatory military service, which was required by law back then. Some people said that Marco viewed Carol as a summer fling, a short-lived romance that would eventually fade away. But there were others who believed that Marco was genuinely in love with Carol. Whatever the case,

Carol was heartbroken when Marco left, but she was determined to follow him. Carol packed her bags, left everything behind, and moved to Rome to be with Marco. However, life in Italy wasn't as glamorous as she had imagined. Marco already had his life in Rome, his family, his friends, and a routine that was hard to disrupt. Carol, on the other hand, had nothing. With no family to rely on and not much experience, she had to find a way to support herself. It was then that she decided to work as a nanny.

Carol, with her sweet demeanor and childlike qualities, was perfect for the job. She quickly found work with one of Italy's wealthiest families, the Ritchie family. The Rikas were a deeply religious Catholic family, and their home was filled with religious symbols, crucifixes, paintings, and statues of the Virgin Mary. They had very specific requirements for their new nanny. Firstly, they wanted someone who was either Catholic or at least respectful of their faith. Secondly, they needed someone who was polite, well-mannered, and available 24-7, including holidays. Lastly, because Carol was Scottish, they wanted her to teach their children English.

At first, everything seemed fine. Carol was doing her job as expected, but strange things began to happen in the richy household. One morning, while Carol was playing with the children, something unsettling occurred. As she passed by a painting of the Virgin Mary, the painting suddenly fell off the wall. Rosa, the maid, saw this and immediately became alarmed. She believed that the painting had fallen because something dark was inside Carol. Instead of thinking that it was simply a mistake, like a poorly hung picture or an accidental bump, Rosa insisted that a demon must be inside Carol.

Carol, of course, laughed it off. She didn't believe in anything supernatural and thought Rosa was overreacting. But things only got worse. Rosa was convinced that Carol was possessed and forced her to pray to atone for her sins. Carol complied out of politeness, but Rosa wasn't satisfied. When the Ritchie family returned, Rosa told them what had happened and accused Carol of harboring evil spirits. She claimed that if Carol stayed in the house, something terrible would happen. But the Rick is, skeptical as ever, dismissed Rosa's claims. They reasoned that the picture

falling could simply be due to the hook being loose or the vibrations from the house. They even praised Carol for doing a great job with their children and assured her that there was no reason to worry. But the Rikis had an upcoming trip to the Italian Alps, and they decided to take Carol along. They owned a two-story house in the Alps, which offered breathtaking views of the mountains. But what was supposed to be a relaxing getaway soon turned into a nightmare? Multiple small fires broke out, and the situation became increasingly strange. Some sources claimed that small fires were happening randomly, burning things that didn't seem to matter much, like branches or papers. But the last fire was far more serious.

The second floor of the house was completely destroyed by fire. The firefighters who responded to the scene said the fire originated in the room of the two-year-old child, Scott Ritchie. They also mentioned that the fire might have been caused by an electrical fault. But the Ritchie family had enough of the strange occurrences and decided to fire Carol. Carol was devastated. She couldn't believe she was being blamed for something she didn't cause. However, she didn't let it bring her down and quickly found another job as a nanny. The new family she worked for was the Chichini family, but here things would take a much darker turn.

The Chichinis were a powerful family who lived on the island of Elba. Carol's new role was much more demanding. Not only did she have to look after the children, but she also had to care for the grandmother, a deeply religious woman who had strict views about the younger generation not respecting tradition. It didn't take long for strange things to start happening in the Chichini home. Carol began hearing odd noises coming from the walls, thuds, scratching. and whispers. She thought it was just rats, but the grandmother insisted that couldn't be the case. She had lived in the house her entire life and had never had a rat problem. The noises

continued, and things began to escalate. Religious objects, crucifixes, statues of saints, paintings, would fall when Carol walked past them. Objects would appear and disappear mysteriously, and sometimes things would even fall from the ceiling. Books, silverware, and other items would seemingly levitate before crashing to the ground. The grandmother grew increasingly suspicious of Carol. She started calling her Striga, which is the Italian word for which. The grandmother believed that something evil had taken hold of Carol's heart, and that was the cause of all the strange occurrences. Carol, of course, found all of this ridiculous and laughed it off. But then something terrifying happened. One afternoon, after putting the children to bed, a fire

broke out in the room of little Agnes Chechini, just three years old. The family rushed to rescue her, and fortunately, she and her brother were unharmed. But the damage was done. The Chechnini family was convinced that Carol was to blame. The family called the police, accusing Carol of starting the fire and attempting to kill their children. Carol was arrested and taken to the prison in Livorno. While in prison, she lost everything. She learned that her once great love, Marco Vichelano, had turned his back on her. When she asked the authorities about him, they informed her that Marco no longer wanted anything to do with her and that he believed she was a witch. Carol's world came crashing down. She was also bombarded with media attention.

Newspapers all over the world ran stories about her, with headlines like, The Nanny who was called a witch. The scandal became so large that it felt like her life was being turned into a circus. The case quickly turned into a media frenzy. While the Scottish press mocked the entire situation, the Italians were convinced that Carol was indeed a witch. Many people demanded that she be sentenced to life in prison. Rumors began to spread, with some claiming that Carol could start fires with her mind or that she was invoking the devil. The case became so sensational that it started resembling the witch trials of Salem, but in modern-day Italy. While Carol languished in prison for 16 months, the public

seemed more interested in the spectacle than in the truth. Throughout her imprisonment, Carroll was subjected to numerous interrogations, most of them focused on her supposed involvement in black magic. The guards and her fellow inmates were so terrified of her that they moved her into solitary confinement. They believed that if she stayed with the other prisoners, she could burn them all with just a glance. Meanwhile, outside the prison, the investigations continued.

The police went through Carol's history and found that before working for the Chachini family, she had worked for the Rick Is, and that's when the strange incidents had started. the most puzzling case was the fire that broke out in the Chechnie home. While the fire in the Alps had an explanation, faulty wiring, the fire in Agnes' room had no clear cause. It started in the middle of a mattress, and despite extensive investigations, no one could explain it. Despite the lack of concrete evidence, the rumors about Carol's supposed witchcraft only grew stronger. During her trial, various paranormal experts, including well-known demonologists and exorcists, offered their assistance. One of them, a healer named Carol Levina, declared that Carol was possessed

by the spirit of a 17th century which who was forcing her to kill people. She even tried to exorcise the spirit from Carol during the trial. Another paranormal expert, Diane Plier, who had been involved in the infamous Enfield Poltergeist case, also offered his help. However, Carol rejected all offers of help. She insisted that she wasn't possessed and that she had been falsely accused. As the trial went on, more people came forward to defend Carol. The most important testimony came from Mrs. Saini, the grandmother of the Chachini children. She admitted that her own mother was a smoker and often left burning cigarette butts near wooden furniture, which could have caused the last fire. Another crucial witness was Teresa Hunter, a former nanny for

the Chichini family. She had worked for them before Carol and claimed that the family treated her terribly, especially the grandmother. She also said that the electrical wiring in the house was often overloaded, causing small fires. In the end, Carol was acquitted of all charges, and the case was dismissed. The judge acknowledged the lack of evidence and called the accusations of witchcraft absurd. After 16 months of imprisonment, Carol was finally freed. However, she left Italy behind and returned to Scotland. She never went back to Rome or the Chechnie family, and the memories of her time there haunted her for the rest of her life. She never spoke about her experiences again, and the public eventually forgot about her.

Carol Compton disappeared from the spotlight, and her story faded into obscurity. Some say she moved to a quiet village in the Scottish highlands, while others believed she simply disappeared off the grid. Whatever happened to Carol, the story of her trial became a cautionary tale of superstition, media hysteria, and the dark side of public perception. The bizarre events of that summer in Italy would always be a mystery, and many wondered if Carol had been an innocent victim of a world that had become obsessed with witchcraft and the paranormal.