Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Shocking Kidnapping of John Paul Getty III and His Family’s Cold-Blooded Response PART2 #42

Episode Date: November 2, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #gettykidnapping #ransomordeal #familytragedy #darkcrime  “The Shocking Kidnapping of John Paul Getty III and His Family’s Cold-Blooded Response – PART 2” continues the chilling saga of the Getty kidnapping. As the tense ransom negotiations unfold, the true nature of the family’s cold and calculating approach is revealed. This part delves deeper into the psychological and emotional strain on the young victim, the manipulative dynamics within a wealthy family, and the harrowing reality of survival under unimaginable pressure.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, gettyfamilydrama, ransomordeal, kidnappedordeal, truecrimecase, shockingfamilyresponse, wealthandpowercrime, darktruecrime, psychologicalordeal, kidnappedteen, fearandmanipulation, crimeandwealth, chillingkidnapping, survivalordeal, highstakescrime

A night gone wrong, the kidnapping of Jean Paul Getty 3. Jean Paul had no idea that his life was about to take a turn so twisted that the whole world would end up talking about it. For him, at that point in time, everything was smooth sailing. He was young, carefree, and living like most teenagers dreamed they could. He had already posed for some photos, got paid, and was enjoying the attention that came with being part of a wealthy and famous family. He thought that was where the story ended. But Destiny had a whole other plan. It all began in the early hours of July 10, 1973.

The city was quiet, the kind of silence that only 3 a.m. can offer. Jean Paul, just 16 years old and only a few months away from turning 17, was stumbling his way back home after a night out. He wasn't a troubled kid by any means. In fact, he lived with a few months. worries. But like any teenager, he sometimes drank a bit too much, laughed too loud, and stayed out later than he probably should have. That night, his mind was foggy, his body sluggish, and his attention was nowhere to be found. He walked through the darken streets, cutting

across corners he had crossed a hundred times before. The night was warm, the kind that clung to your skin. He didn't feel like anything could go wrong. But as he made, he made a lot of made his way down Piazza Farnese, he noticed a car parked in the shadows, filled with people. He barely glanced at it. Cars with people inside weren't exactly unusual at that hour, so he kept walking, ignoring the knot that might have formed in someone else's stomach. But the second he passed by, the car door flew open. In a flash, several men lunged at him. Before he could scream, they grabbed him, shoved a gag in his mouth, and he, he was a guy in his mouth, dragged him into the car. His feet kicked against the cobblestones, but no one was around to hear

or care. Within seconds, he vanished into the night. The car sped through the streets, heading south. Hours seemed to blur together until they finally stopped in Calabria, a rugged region at the very bottom of Italy. The men yanked him out of the car and marched him into a cold, damp cave. That's where the truth hit him, he was being held hostage. The kidnappers told him flat out that he was worth a fortune and unless his family paid up, he would soon be dead. At first, Jean Paul thought it had to be a joke. Maybe some twisted prank pulled by actors his friends had hired. He had even joked once about being kidnapped as a way to get attention from his wealthy grandfather.

But soon it became crystal clear these men weren't joking. They were dead serious. Two days later, the kidnappers made their first move. They called his mother. Their demand. $17 million. His mother was horrified. She tried to reason with them, saying she didn't have money, that she wasn't rich,

that she had been divorced for nine years. If you want money, she told them, go to his father. But the men weren't interested in his dad's fortune either. They wanted money from one man only, the boy's grandfather, Gene Paul Getty, one of the richest men on earth at the time. The kidnappers knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted the old man's money, not scraps from anyone else. The boy's mother begged them to release him, swearing she had nothing to give, but the kidnappers

were relentless. Then get the money from London, they snapped, making it crystal clear who their real target was, the billionaire grandfather. From that moment, chaos erupted. His mother moved heaven and earth. She called the police, friends, neighbors, her ex-husband, anyone who could possibly help. The police launched an investigation, speaking with everyone who knew Jean Paul. That's when they stumbled upon something strange.

Apparently, Jean Paul himself had once joked about staging a fake kidnapping. He had told friends about the idea of being snatched in the middle of the night, hidden away, and forcing his grandfather to pay a ransom. The police shared this with the family, and soon rumors began swirling. Many relatives, around 90% of the Getty family, believed the kidnapping was staged. They thought Gene Paul had planned everything himself as some bizarre stunt to get attention. But the days dragged on, and the kidnappers kept sending messages. One note was particularly chilling.

It read, Dear Mom, since Monday I have fallen into the hands of kidnappers. Don't let them kill me. It was no longer a joke. The investigation confirmed the truth, the kidnapping was real. Behind it all was that Dendrangida, a brutal mafia group from Calabria known for their ruthlessness. Suddenly, the situation became terrifyingly clear. Meanwhile, the Getty family was divided.

The boy's mother was going mad with worry, begging everyone to step in and help. She pleaded with her ex-husband to contribute, to pay the ransom, to do anything to save their son. But he revealed the ugly truth, he had no money. Sure, he had a trust fund, but in reality, he was broke. The only person who could pay was the billionaire patriarch, Jean Paul Getty Sr. When the request reached the old man, his response shocked the world. He flat out refused.

His reasoning I have 14 other grandchildren. If I pay one cent now, I'll have 14 kidnapped grandchildren. His cold statement made headlines across Italy, and the entire country was outraged. Here was one of the richest men alive, a man for whom $17 million was pocket change, yet he refused to pay to save his grandson's life. Weeks passed. August arrived, and something even more humiliating happened.

A magazine, Playmen, published photos of Jean Paul completely naked, pictures he had once posed for in exchange for $1,000. Suddenly, the entire world was laughing at him. It was as if fate itself had conspired against him. He had taken the photos, then got kidnapped, then disappeared for weeks, only to have those very images plastered across a magazine cover as though his kidnapping didn't even matter. The world carried on without him.

His grandfather still refused to budge. The police insisted it was real that the boy was truly in danger, but the family remained skeptical. For the kidnappers, the whole situation was baffling. Their plan had been simple, grabbed the boy, keep him for a few days, get the kiddell. the money, and let him go. They never expected weeks of silence, negotiations that went nowhere, and a family that didn't even seem to want him back. Gene Paul, sitting in that cold cave, began to realize he had been abandoned by the people who were supposed to protect him. The mafia

had expected a quick payout, but now they were angry, confused, and losing patience. And with every passing day, the boy's chances of survival grew smaller. To be continued.