True Crime Campfire - Episode 15: Diazien Hossencofft: Aliens, Con Games and Murder Pt. 1

Episode Date: November 29, 2019

Albuquerque, New Mexico. September 11, 1999. Employees at a local bank call police in a panic. Their coworker and friend, Girly Chew Hossencofft, hasn't shown up for work that morning. Girly is in the midst of a nasty split from her abusive husband Diazien, and she recently asked her coworkers to call the police if she was even five minutes late to work. "If I don't show up," she said, "it means Diazien has done something to me." When police arrive at Girly's apartment, they find worrying signs--Girly isn't there, but her purse and keys are. And there's a big wet bleach stain on the carpet, and some blood spatter on the wall. When they try to locate her soon to be ex husband Diazien, they can't find him either. Join Katie and Whitney for a bizarre story of manipulation and murder. This one has every element of a movie-like murder case, and a few extras you'd never expect: Fringe science, aliens, conspiracy theories, scams, and a trio of killers so dumb that we'll all run out of marshmallows roasting them. Sources: Book: September Sacrifice by Mark HornerTelevision shows: "Sins and Secrets," Episode "Albuquerque""Snapped," Episode "Linda Henning""I'd Kill for You," Episode "Killer Alien""American Justice," Episode "Traces in Blood"Follow us, campers!Patreon: https://patreon.com/TrueCrimeCampfireFacebook: True Crime CampfireInstagram: https://gramha.net/profile/truecrimecampfire/19093397079Twitter: @TCCampfire https://twitter.com/TCCampfireEmail: [e-mail] a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/true-crime-campfire--4251960/support.

Hello, campers. Grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire. We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie and I'm Whitney. And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction. We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire. So, campers, this case, we got a level with you. It's just downright weird. So weird that we're putting it in our just bananas category. So if you're interested in earning your true crime campfire badges later on, make no to that. It has conspiracy theories, aliens, the Illuminati, reptilians, fringe science, a con man, and, of course, murder. Buckle your safety belts and keep your arms and legs inside the podcast until this episode comes to a complete stop, because this is aliens, con games, and murder, the murder of Gurley Chu Hosenkoft. And we wanted to share with you, by the way, before we dive in, that Katie and I are both wearing our tinfoil hats for this episode. So if you want to join us, we'll give you just a

minute to go get yours. Because, you know, we've all got them. Got to keep out those thought reading waves from Area 51, right? Yeah. Which is apropos, because we are in New Mexico. Right. We are. Indeed. We're in Albuquerque, New Mexico. September 11th, 19th. 99. An employee at a local bank called 911 in a near panic. She and her co-workers were desperately worried about their colleague and friend Gurley Chu Hosenkofft. Gurley hadn't shown up for work that morning. Now, the reason this put them into a panic was that Gurley was in the process of a vicious divorce from her abusive, soon-to-be ex-husband, Dysonkoff, hell of a name, and she was living in fear of him, to the point where she'd moved to an undisclosed address, only a couple of very close friends

knew where and started taking karate classes in case she needed to defend herself. And she told her co-workers, if I'm ever even five minutes late to work, call the police. It means Dyson did something to me. So Gurley was a teller at the bank, and she was the consummate, you know, great employee. She was the type of person who, if she was on time, she felt like she was 10 minutes late, which I just can't even fathom because I'm like the office, I'm always just rushing out the door like, damn it, damn it, damn it, I'm going to be late. I'm rarely actually late, but I'm always afraid I'm going to be late. With my athletics background, I've always been told if you're on time

you're late, and if you're late, it means sprints. Yeah. So I'm compulsively early. Take a laugh. Okay. So she was that type as well. So maybe she was in athletics in high school or college or whatever. And she'd never even been one minute late to work. So when she didn't show up this morning that if I don't show up, Dyson did something to me warning was just blaring in their heads. And to the Albuquerque, credit, they took this seriously from the get-go, which is refreshing because we've all seen so many cases where families get sent home with a, your loved one is an adult, she can go missing if she wants, come back when she's been gone a week. Now go home, crazy family member. It happens all the time. Even when there's like obvious reason to be concerned,

they'll be like, nope, come back in a week, 48 hours, whatever. So the police rolled out to Gurley's apartment and right away they knew something was wrong. The apartment was empty, but Gurley's purse and keys were still there. Now, who leaves without that stuff, right? And there were several big, wet bleach spots on the carpet. So obviously, not good. And closer inspection revealed some blood spots here and there as well, like some on the wall. It seemed obvious that there had been some foul play in this apartment. So the police began their investigation. And of course, one of the first things they did was try to contact Gurley's soon-to-be-X, Dyson Hofenkov. But they couldn't find him. So now they've got a missing woman, obvious signs of badness in her apartment, and a missing husband as well. So they're thinking, okay, we've got a couple options here. Dyson could be a victim of foul play too, or he could have abducted Gurley and run off with her somewhere. Little did the Albuquerque investigators know that this missing person's investigation was about to turn into the weirdest, most disturbing case they had ever seen, and probably ever will. This is a doozy, guys.

but let's put a pin in that for now and get a little background on the elusive Mr. Hossencoft. Dysoncoft was born Armando Chavez in 1965 in Houston, Texas. Armando, I love that name, Armando, had a fairly normal childhood by all accounts. His half-brother Stanley said he was a caring older brother when they were children, quote, one of the most compassionate people I knew. He describes a picture of the two of them where Dyson and is, looking lovingly down at his little half-brother instead of the camera as kind of indicative of the type of person that, you know, Armando was at that time. However, Stanley's also said, as far as

his charisma and controlling and getting people to do what he wanted to do, I think everyone in my family possesses that to a point, which I think is interesting because it seems to acknowledge that even then there was a little bit of a dark streak running through his half-brother. But then Armando had a serious head injury playing football in high school. He was apparently a football star. He was really good at it. And after that, his personality changed. And interestingly, this is a fairly common theme among violent criminals and psychopaths,

as many forensic psychologists have pointed out. A person can be fine, going about his life, and then get hit in the head and just become a different person, personality-wise. It's really scary, actually. It makes me never want to get bonked on the head. Isn't that terrifying that you can just get hit in the head? and change like that? And it's the original, like, theory behind lobotomies.

Yeah. Because that's exactly what happened to Phineas Gage is he was a railroad worker, for those of you that don't know. He's a railroad worker that got basically trepinated by a railroad spike straight through his frontal cortex, I believe. And he was a nice, hardworking guy. And then suddenly he became like a monster. Holy crap.

Like a dick. Wow. Yeah. Yeah. Well, that's not far off of what. happened with Armando here. People said he never seemed like the same person after that injury for which he spent four days in the hospital. I mean, it was a serious knock on the head. So Armando, who had up to this point been a pretty even keeled, nice person, suddenly

just turned into a selfish prick. And at 16, he started feuding really badly with his stepmother and moved out of the family home to live with the friend. And his brother, by the way, thinks this was the turning point, the head injury and then his choice to move out and break up the family. And he started going by Armand, instead of Armando, which I think was a bad choice. I like Armando better. Armando was cooler. It's so much cooler. Yeah, I think so. I just think it's, I think it sounds, you know, more romantic. I agree. It sounds like a romance novel character. So any of you, Armand was a mediocre student, and he was really insecure about that. He wasn't like terrible. He wasn't, you know, getting Fs or anything. He had average SAT scores and grades,

but he desperately wanted people to think he was brilliant. And he wasn't. So after he graduated from high school, Armand went to a small Catholic school in California called the College of Notre Dame. Now, this is not the prestigious University of Notre Dame, which is like an Ivy League school, but he would forever after tell people he'd gone to Notre Dame and then just let them think that he meant the Ivy League one, which is hilarious and cringy. again he was a mediocre student he could not have gotten into Notre Dame and at age 20 while he was still in college he married a lovely young accountant named rosemary Guerrero and they had a son now let's just hit some highlights of this first marriage because holy shitballs you guys so from time to time Rosemary would find Armand in the bathtub drawing his own blood just get a good mental image of that you just get a good mental image of that you just You walk in, you need to, like, put some hairspray on or something. And your husband is sitting in the bathtub, drawing his own blood.

And he never explained why. She would say, what are you doing? And he would just be like, get out. What the actual? I just can't even. So that's bizarre. And then every now and again, she'd catch him using a name that sounded like Dyson Hosenkoft.

She wasn't exactly sure why. But she put it down to his desire to seem, you know, exotic. She knew her husband was insecure, like to big himself up. But this was just occasionally. He wasn't doing this full time yet. He once told her that if he ever killed anyone, no one would ever find the body because he'd used chemicals to dissolve it. You know, just ordinary pillow talk like you do. That's so sweet.

The sweet nothings. Oye. So unsurprisingly, given these little astounding details, they split after three years when Rosemary learned he'd cheated on her. her okay hold on she put up with i know i was just getting ready like the more mundane issue was what finally rosemary was like and i'm done it wasn't the weird ass like i'm drawing my own blood i'm going by the wrong name i'm talking about dissolving bodies no he just didn't he couldn't keep his dick in his pants so that was what did it for rosemary which i guess is understandable but i think i might have been out the door with the blood draws personally

So they split up. He was a deadbeat dad and hardly ever paid his child support. And around 1992, he asked Rosemary's bananas to take out a large life insurance policy with him as the beneficiary. This is after they're split up, remember, after he's cheated on her. And he has the nerve to ask her to do this. And, of course, Rosemary thought about his little statement about how, you know, he could get away with murder by dissolving a body. and she said, no, I'm not going to be doing that, which probably saved her life, I suspect. Probably.

And Rosemary said that her ex-husband had several triggers for what she called intense anger. These were not being accepted to med school. He desperately wanted to go, but he was repeatedly rejected because his grades weren't good enough. A lack of respect or perceived lack of respect from anyone and anyone who didn't think he was intelligent. So he's going to be pissed at us if he ever hears this podcast, isn't he? Oh, yeah. I'm going to go out on the limb and say that you agree with me here that we do not think he was intelligent, right? No, no, I think in fact, we think he's one of the biggest dipshits in the entire annals of true crime.

And that is saying something, as y'all will see as season two continues. Yeah, Tracy Richter was smart. Dyson, not so much. And you're going to see that. And, and yeah. So, yeah, a few murderers, in my opinion, deserve a more red-hot roasting than this little cartoon character, Dweeblit. And we plan on delivering on that like dominoes. So stay tuned. I cannot wait. I cannot wait. Anywho, this guy deserves a good, hard roasting. So in the late 80s, while he was still married to Rosemary, Armand got a part-time job as an assistant slash caregiver for a woman named Polly Young. She was, a former model. She was from a very wealthy family, and she was suffering, unfortunately, from severe depression. It made it pretty much impossible for her to, you know, work and carry on a normal life. And in 1988, Polly Young was admitted to the emergency room with severe pain, nausea, and vomiting, and really bad diarrhea. She was transferred to the ICU when doctors realized

her heart, liver, and kidneys had all been damaged by something. So it was very serious. And testing eventually revealed high levels of arsenic in her body. She told police her symptoms had started the night before during the dinner that her assistant Armand had made for her. Hmm. Yeah. She said that the vegetables she'd eaten, it tasted kind of bitter, but Armand had kept telling her, you need to eat.

You need to eat your vegetables. Did you eat your vegetables? Really harping on the vegetables. So she'd eaten them all to please him. And then immediately afterward felt violently ill and had to go to the hospital. So she said that she was afraid that it must have been Armand who poisoned her, but she hoped it wasn't. She said, you know, he might have done it for the fascination of watching it happen as a medical study.

But I hope it's not Armand, you know, because I really kind of love Armand, which really speaks to his devastating charisma, apparently, which I've seen the guy talk. You guys, I just cannot understand it for a second. We're going to get to the, yeah, anyway, we're going to get to his voice and just, This man is a cartoon. I really genuinely cannot understand how anyone ever found him charming or amusing. But some people have a weird animal magnetism and maybe it doesn't come through through the TV. I don't know. She really kind of loved Armand.

And by the way, the direct quotes that we use in here are all from Mark Horner's book September Sacrifice, which is one of our main sources for this podcast. So thank you, Mark, who has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Mark Horner has blue eyes, you guys. Like I saw him on a true crime documentary talking about. this case and I was like dang it's like the kind of eyes you can get lost in hawaiian ocean blue i mean really the man has beautiful eyes and he wrote a good book about this case anyway so police were open to the possibility of you know armand having poisoned her but they also considered that it may have been a suicide attempt because she did have severe depression but paula denied this

vehemently and they came to believe her so they searched her home unfortunately though they found no evidence of poisoning so without any evidence charges were never filed. Oh, so no consequences for Armand? Nope. Great. Yeah. Great. Yeah, that's great. So, Homeboy graduated from College of Notre Dame with a BS in chemistry not long after this. And after repeated rejections from med schools, he finally doctored his transcripts and was accepted to the med school at the University of Utah. One of his professors has some like Primo dirt on his time in college.

this professor initially liked Armand and spoke about his charisma and engaging conversation. He even invited Armand to his home for Christmas dinner once, but Armand told people his wife and kids had died in a car crash, but he changed the details every time he told the story and he didn't seem to show like any emotion about it. So the professor got curious and did some digging. A true, true crime if he died. Right. I know. Good for him. and he couldn't find any record of it. Armand was always trotting out his sob story to scam money out of professors and classmates, and people often fell for it. Also, here's another weird little detail. Armand kept asking his classmates if he could draw their blood, and for some reason, some of them said yes.

Why in God's name? I don't know. Maybe, maybe he can't, maybe he can. framed it as like, hey, I need practice with this. Yeah, I suppose so. Yeah, because otherwise it's like, uh, what? No, and also I'm calling the police. What is wrong with you? You're in the midst of the AIDS crisis. Yeah, well, it's a med school, though. I just thought, I guess maybe. You're probably right. He's probably said, I need practice. Cheez and crackers. Yikes. He's so gross. So, the professor eventually told him to knock it the hell off, and he did. also the professor had loaned armand some expensive textbooks and he like kept trying to get them back and armand kept putting him off finally the professor told him he wouldn't give him his microscope

which armand had left in the lab back until armand brought back his books so finally he brought them back because you know actions have consequences armand yeah ideally when he gave armand Armand, his microscope back. The professor noticed a property of Notre Dame sticker on the bottom. Armand told the professor that some nuns at the college had gifted it to him. Like they do, you know. Just those kindly nuns just handing out expensive. Handing out microscopes. Yeah. The professor knew it was probably a lie.

And two weeks after Armand left the lab, the professor got a phone. phone call from the campus police asking if he was missing any lab equipment. He said, I don't think so. And the woman said the campus police had just impounded Armand's truck, and it was full of lab equipment. And the professor also found a letter tucked in one of his books. It was from Armand's ex-wife, Rosemary, begging him to come home, which disproved his lie about the car crash once and for all. Oh, Lord. And shortly after all this went down, The university figured out that Armand had forged his transcripts, and they kicked him the hell out. His school records note the following.

Armand falsified and manipulated his lab results. He stole stationary from a hospital in California and wrote himself a fake letter of recommendation. He falsified a federal grant application by listing himself as married to get more funding. He took advantage of, lied to, and obtained money under false pretenses from at least two women. And the DA in Gurley's murder case later wondered whether his rejection from the University of Utah's medical school was what prompted Hosenkoff to start using science as a weapon. Was it retribution? I think that makes a lot of sense, actually. Kind of a perverse way for him to beat the bastards at their own game or whatever.

But obviously, he's a massive tool for doing that. Yeah, obviously. So, oh, God. I'm sorry, campers, that I keep having to pause and discuss, but this is just that kind of case. It's ugly. Armand legally changed his name to Diasenhausenkaft in 1992, right around the time he got kicked out at bed school. And he told a friend that he changed it because he wanted a name that sounded both Japanese and German because they were both master races. God.

Hitler much? I know, right. And as a side note, years later, during the investigation, a prosecutor who spoke German informed him that Hosenkofft translated into English loosely meant rabbithead. And this was the only thing in the whole trial that seemed to rattle him. He did not like that. That sucked his little dignity out with a little. what little he had to start with.

And for the record, I did, like, probably an hour of research, Whitney, I think, on Diasin. Diasin is not a Japanese name. Yeah, I never thought it was. It does not sound Japanese to me at all, at all. It sounds, it could be German, I suppose. In my head, I was like, okay, that could be German. But when you said Japanese, I was like, I know. That's what he thought, though, apparently.

He's so dumb. He's so dumb. And also. I swear to God, I am not sure I've ever, in all of my research on this case, in all of my texts to Whitney, if I've ever spelled Hosenkov, right? It's like this dude took a bunch of scrabble tiles and threw them into a cuisine art. It is like that. Or like, or maybe like through them through a jet engine. This dude, there's so many consonants in this name.

It really doesn't look like you'd expect it to look either, so... No. I've pronounced it. Hossoncroft. And autocorrect just absolutely hates it. Oh, brutal. Every time it's a fight with autocorrect. Literally, and diazin, it's D-I-A-Z-I-E-N.

Diazian is what it looks like. It's bananas. Whitney has had to correct me multiple times. Because he's a flippin idiot. It's not even spelled like a human spelling. He's such a dumb ass. No, you are much safer. looking up, girly chew. He's like,

the extra eye makes it more interesting. That's literally what his voice sounds like. I'm not even exaggerating. We're going to do some more Dyson impressions later on. Oh, God. I cannot stand this guy. Okay, so when he got kicked out of med school, he met this woman named Sunny Blake. Sunny was 72 years old, very wealthy, married to like a great man, had a gorgeous home on a private golf course, the whole shebang. Unbeknownst to many, Sunny's marriage was open, and in 1993, she placed a personal ad in the Albuquerque Journal, wealthy woman looking for lover. Oh, Sonny, honey, no.

This is probably not the wisest wording for a personal ad if you're a wealthy, older woman. Like, you really just might as well say, attention all scam artists. Want some of my money? Yeah, it's, I think maybe she was like, oh, this will definitely get their attention. I think that's probably exactly what it was, but dude, Sonny, honey, bless your heart. These were the halcyon days of 1993. There were plenty of scam artists in 1993, but yeah, I see what you're saying. People were a little bit less suspicious, perhaps.

So, of course, Hassan cough responded, and he stood out among all the others. He told Sonny that he was a cutting-edge scientist, a geneticist specifically, working on a groundbreaking anti-aging formula and a cure for cancer. Just both of those things like you do. Yeah. And Sunny found him fascinating. Not only that, he gave her hope. Sunny had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. And Dyson said he'd invented a serum that could not only cure cancer, but also reverse aging.

Oh, boy. Now, it's easy to judge her for buying this obvious scam. But remember, campers, people don't know. tend to be really good at convincing themselves of things they want to be true. Yeah, that's true. Sonny desperately, desperately wanted this to be real. And before long, Dyson had her eating out of his hand. Poor Sunny, damn it.

He also talked her into letting him inject her with his blood. Seriously, what the hell? He told her he'd taken the original. dose of youth serum. So his blood had powerful healing properties. I'm just not at all convinced he wasn't an Anne Rice fan. That just sounds awfully like Anne Rice to me. Yeah. And also, can I just interrupt for one second? Because I just need to say one thing real quick. Ew. Okay. Carry on. Sorry. I just needed to get that out of my system. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty horrible. So, yeah. So Sonny Blake paid Hosenkofft an absolute fortune for his

disgusting nonsense. God. And other bogus treatments. Even worse, he talked her into stopping her conventional treatments. Oh my God. Which is just flat murder, in my opinion. Yeah. He had to know he was talking her into a course of action that would kill her. I'm sure he did it because he knew a real doctor would try to talk her out of taking his bullshit seriously. Yeah, for sure. And then his gravy train would come off the track. Can I restate how much we fucking hate this guy? I hate this guy so much. I can't even.

And we say that with everybody we cover, but this guy, man. He just takes the banana. He's the worst. It's a thousand-way tie for first. Yeah, he is the, he's the worst. Ugh. God, I hate this guy. But this was the power of this asshole's charisma.

Despite his irritating little face and cartoon character voice. Guys, I really, like I said, we're not exaggerating about the voice. We're going to do our best impressions of him later on. And please know that when we do, we are in no way exaggerating. And as for the face, well, suffice it to say that Armand Chavez, aka Dyson, Kof, should be the November centerfold for Punchable Face Digest. Just bam, right in the, right in the gob. Yeah. I don't condone violence. I'm only go. I'm only joking. But I also. I have. would like to get his swirly and take his lunch money and what else katie oh i have so many things oh we could play keep away with his fake diplomas and a vial of his blood or something this guy

i want to hold him upside down and shake out his lunch money i you could do it too because he's pretty short right and i am tall so this is this is this is a dream come true for the bully in me yes he has it coming. Oh, he so does. Sunny felt awful for Hosenkoff, because of course, he told her the sob story about how his wife and child died in a car accident. And by the way, it was always a daughter. His real child was a son, and he hardly ever saw him and barely paid any child support, as you might recall. He told her that he was going to take a strand of his dead kid's hair and recreate her in a lab. Come on, Sonny, bless your heart, honey. Come on, girl. Yeah. So, Lord have mercy. Naturally, Sonny bought him a house in Albuquerque to live with his soon-to-be

recreated dead daughter, like a nice house. Like a, and this is not... Just unbelievable. Yeah, Albuquerque, despite what Breaking Bad has done to their reputation, there are some very, very, very nice areas, and this was a nice house. Yeah. Like an expensive house. Not a little trailer in a trailer park or something like that. No. Cheese and crackers. So, yeah.

In 1994, Hosenkoft called Rosemary out of the blue and asked her to open bank accounts in her name in San Francisco. Now, he'd put money in them, he said. And she said, uh, no, which like good for her. So what we think is going on here is he wanted to hide money, probably that he'd received from Sunny or scammed out of Sunny. Some kind of common game. Yeah. So he just didn't want the authorities to be able to track it to him, which it's your ex-wife, dude. I know, right? Like, pick somebody that they're not going to immediately think to check with. He's such a dumbass.

So stupid. Oh, okay. He's bad at this. So when she said no, he got like really angry and said, if anybody ever asks about me, I'm dead. And I'll say the same thing about you and our son, which, uh, what? Yeah, the sun part is weird. If anybody ever asks about me, I'm dead. And I'll say the same thing. Like, oh, in exchange for you claiming that I'm dead.

Which I'm sure she's like, I'm not committing any crimes. What are you even talking about? I'm just raising your son on my own. By 1995, Sunny Blake's breast cancer had spread. And her son finally talked her into seeing an actual doctor who estimated she probably had about six to 18 months left to live. Oh, that's so sad. In all, she's spent

$500,000 on Hosenkov's treatments. That is beneath. And, yeah, she was sicker than ever. Unsurprisingly, Sonny's son was livid when he realized what had been going on and got himself appointed

temporary guardian of his mom. And what's more, he got a restraining order on Hosenkoft, forbidding the conman piece of shit from contacting his mom ever again. Good for him. I wonder where her husband was in all of this, by the way. Like, it didn't say in the book, or it didn't, I don't remember it saying.

So her son had to deal with it. It's just, it's. Maybe he was off with his own girlfriend somewhere. I don't know. Yeah, maybe. Sonny was despondent over all this. The loss of hope, the progression of her illness. And she died a few months later at home.

Oh, God. it's just awful a tragedy yeah it sure is and infuriating too I mean he killed that woman just as sure as if he'd shot her so he's a piece of shit

I know she would have died anyway but God knows what conventional regular if actually effective treatment might have done to extend her life she could have had years more yeah and she was 72 yeah exactly and she had a lot of money so she could have gotten the best care

it's just terrible he's such a piece of shit So anywho, while he was still quote-unquote treating Sunny Blake, in 1992, just a few months after he changed his name, Hosenkoft met and married his second wife, Gurley Chu. So let's talk about Gurley. Gurley was born in 1963 in Georgetown, Malaysia. And according to author Mark Horner, the crime rate in Malaysia was nearly non-existent when Gurley was growing up. And her hometown was this really tight-knit place, kind of like a big family. So, Gurley was sheltered from violence and certainly not used to the idea of a person like Dyson Koff,

somebody who would lie to you, use you, mean you harm, that just wasn't something that was on her radar at all. And there are conflicting reports about how she met Dyson. She told a friend that she met him at SeaWorld on a trip to the U.S. But she told the FBI that she met him through Pen Pal magazine. And we'll get into why she was talking to the FBI in a little bit. But this may partly account for why some people have mistakenly gotten the impression with this case that she was like a mail order bride. And that wasn't true at all. Pen pal magazine was just what it sounds like.

It was just a way before the internet was, you know, everywhere and everybody's home to get a pen pal and make friends. I had a pen pal when I was a kid. So I think that the most likely thing is that she met him through the pen pal magazine and that she told people it was at SeaWorld to avoid that misconception of being a mail order bride or whatever. because I don't think she would have lied to the FBI. I think that's probably the true story. But anyway, there's conflicting reports. Now, Hosenkov told her he was a heart and lung transplant surgeon and researcher. He told the INS something different.

Now, that's what's, I guess, ice now. It used to be called Immigration and Naturalization Services. So that's what INS was. He told them something different when he filled out the paperwork for Gurley's permanent residency. To them, he sent a letter on all text. environmental incorporated stationary, signed by the company president, supposedly, and stating that he was a senior chemist. Now, if Gurley had seen that, this story might have had a very different ending, because that was something completely different from what he had told her. So again, he's not

very good at this. Pretty much everybody who knew her adored Gurley. She was the most beloved employee at the bank where she worked, always prompt, always kind, always friendly, and she ended up becoming really close friends with a few of her co-workers, which, you know, that doesn't always happen, that you actually hang out with your coworkers outside of work and stuff like that, but people just loved her. She was just a darling from everything that I've seen and read about this case. So it was during his marriage to Gurley that Hasenkov started floating his alien bullshit. I told you there's aliens in this case, right? He told several people that he was working for a company that used alien technology to manipulate human genes and chromosomes to

extend life. Simple. Yeah, no problem, right? One of the of these people was a big guy he'd met in a parking lot when the dude came over to admire his Jaguar. He always had a really fancy car. This dude thought Hosenkoff was the real deal and wanted in on the money train. So he became Hosenkov's bodyguard. And on several occasions, Haaskson, as he was sometimes called, which is, again, hilarious if you look at him, he is not a Haasenka, you look at Dysonkopf and Haas is not what comes to mind, as you'll see when we post pictures of the guy. No, he gives off Charlie Manson energy. Yes. Yes. With less charisma. Exactly.

So, Haas would occasionally run his mouth in bars and casinos and bowling alleys and such. And when he pissed somebody off, he'd say smugly, you'll have to go through him. And his dumb-ass trained gorilla would stand up and get between them. So I think this is important to note. Hosenkov clearly had no trouble using other people to protect him and do his bidding, which is very typical for people with narcissistic tendencies, as I believe he has. And girly, poor sweet girl had no idea. that her husband was a complete fraud.

He disappeared a lot, telling her he was performing transplants and stuff. But as far as she knew, he was a successful, brilliant physician. But really, he was going on lavish trips with other women and conning old people, especially Sonny Blake, out of their money, with his bogus youth treatments. And in early 1995, on a trip to Canada, Haas met a Japanese jewelry store manager named Nakato Sato. Now, this is not her real name.

This is the alias that author Mark Horner gave her in his book. I don't know her real name. But he told her that he traveled with wealthy old people on trips as their personal physician. So they dated while he was there, and then they continued kind of a pen pal relationship after that for a while. And in the spring of that year, she came to Albuquerque to see him. Of course, Gurley knew nothing of this. He told Sato that they had to stay in a hotel because his house was being remodeled, which I imagine is a classic player move. Gross.

Oh, yeah. And in November 1995, Haas went back to Canada to see Sato. He told his guerrilla bodyguard friend, he was going there to impregnate her because he wanted a Japanese child. So there he goes again with his weird master race thing. Yikes. So anyway, Sato had to go back to Japan after this. But a few months later, she called him to let him know, lo and behold, she was indeed preggers. And Hosenkov dropped a bombshell on her.

he told her that their child would inherit a rare genetic disease from him and that the baby was going to need lifelong care and he convinced this poor woman that because of this she should bring the baby to the U.S. so that he could provide for the child financially and get the child the necessary medical care, these special rare treatments that he had access to because of his secret work with the government. And I mean she agreed because what else can she do?

she's not going to say no because if she says no her baby dies right yeah so this poor woman she had her son in japan in august nineteen ninety six and promptly brought him to the states to hoshenkoff and while she was in the states with the baby hosenkopf convinced her to just turn her son over to him to save his life he said look he will die without these treatments and they're astronomically expensive and the only reason why I can afford them is because I work for the government and Saito knew she could never

shell out that kind of money so bless her poor heart she got back on a plane to Japan sobbing the whole way and she never saw her baby again and she never heard from Hosenkoft again which I just think is staggering just so sad and awful

yeah I mean can you imagine having to make that decision of do I let my baby die or do I never see him again? This is the weirdest kidnapping I've ever heard of and that's exactly what it was because it was under false pretenses. And, you know, the fact that the fact that after all this goes down, she never gets the chance to see him again either. That's the weirdest and worst part. I don't know how that went down really.

I wish there was more information out there about that. But anyway, that was it. Bless her poor heart. He just gave this baby up. So, Hosenkoff, meanwhile, introduced the baby to Gurley as an adopted child. This is one of the most unbelievable things I've ever heard. So Gurley is presented with this baby and told that this is an adoption that he did through his attorney. She had no idea that he was Dyson's biological son, which is just the lack of respect that that shows to her is just astonishing.

He had this baby with his mistress, and now he's handing it to Gurley and saying, I adopted this baby without consulting you. Surprise. So anyway, after the initial shock, she was happy. I mean, she wanted a child. So they named the baby Dimitri. And around this time, Hosenkov started telling people he was dying of leukemia specifically. And he would frequently inject himself with something that he said was medicine.

Sometimes he'd say it was morphine. And he would sometimes seem to get really like shaky and sick if he went without, as medicine, which makes me wonder if he had a drug addiction going on, but I don't know that for sure. But that sure sounds like drug withdrawal to me. And he always had only six months to a year to live. And then when that time would pass, he would say, oh, the treatments are working better than we thought. And some people figured out that this was BS after a while, but Gurley, bless her poor heart and his various girlfriends, believed it at least for a while. And then his marriage to Gurley started to take a dark turn. There were a few.

instances of domestic violence where he would suddenly just snap into a rage and in one instance a neighbor had to come to her rescue which was really scary like he had her up against the wall and the neighbor had to intervene and unlike many domestic abusers who will profusely cry and apologize afterward hoshenkoff was totally unapologetic and said that she deserved it for provoking him just don't piss me off next time that was his attitude gross and in 1997 girly started getting suspicious. He was never home. She started noticing some inconsistencies in his stories. And there was a room in their house. This is astounding to me. A room in their house that was always locked. And he told her she was forbidden to ever go in there. And for some reason, she had always obeyed about this.

Now, Katie, is it just me or would you have taken a crowbar to that damn thing on day one? Like, oh, honey, don't go into my forbidden room of mystery and intrigue. Sure, no problem. Crack. Day one. As soon as he's out the door. Who is he, Bluebeard? Exactly. Like, this is absolutely. Yeah. Don't go in my forbidden positive mystery.

Yeah, sure. Ladies, gentlemen, non-binary folk. If your partner has a secret room. Exactly. Get in there. You need to get out. Get the hell in there. Day one.

Or don't and just leave. Yeah, exactly. Like, no secret rooms in this relationship, thank you. You very well might find something you be not like. There's something in there that you're not going to like. 100%. Yeah. Yeah.

Because this is. this is a theme with with killers by the way Jerry Brutus I was just thinking about that and his wife too was like sure honey no problem get in there immediately and find out what he's trying to hide from you woman exactly and it better be it better be an expensive gift exactly that's the best case scenario the very much more likely scenario is there's either like some really scary porn in there or like a captive in a cage even worse or a dead body or evidence of dead bodies like it's something you're not going to like so get in there so anyway this is yeah that's true crime can fire micro tip so anyway it finally got to be too much for her as it would for anyone and one day while

he was out she found it unlocked dumb ass and went in and she found oh my god just a shitload of incriminating stuff in there. She learned he wasn't a doctor. She found a report that Sunny Blake's son had commissioned from a private investigator that outlined his expulsion from med school, his con games, that he'd built Sonny and other old sick women out of hundreds of thousands of dollars with his bullshit youth treatments and cancer treatments. And she also found out that he was Dimitri's biological father,

which I imagine was the last straw if she hadn't had it already. she also found evidence that he was cheating on her. So obviously, Gurley freaked, and that was it. She told him she wanted to separate. So shortly thereafter, I think it was like that night or the next night or whatever, she and Hosenkov were lying in bed watching TV. Why she would still even be in the house? I don't know, but she was scared of him by this point, I think.

So Hosenkoff, they're laying there watching TV. He suddenly looks over and tells her that the next day he needed her to pick up a menu for him from a restaurant that was clear across town. and he really kept harping on be sure to take the freeway you got to take the freeway promise me you'll take the freeway and it was just weird

like he was so insistent that she do this for him and that she take the freeway so finally she's like fine okay I'll do it geez and a few minutes later he got out of bed he said he wanted to go get a drink and he was gone like a weirdly long time so she got up to investigate and she noticed that the door

outside to the garage was a jar so she went out there and she found Dyson crouched next to her car loosening the lug nuts on her tires. Oh, doesn't I just give you goosebumps? It's absolutely terrifying. And she said, are you trying to kill me?

And it was not even, there wasn't even the barest second of hesitation. He just immediately went after her as soon as he saw her standing there. And she had to flee. She managed to get away from him and run to a neighbor's house. And after this, she was just dead-ass terrified

of her husband. Uh, yeah. You see this little gremlin crouched next to your car with a tool, and then he turns around and this is like a horror movie. Yeah, he probably would have killed her right then and there, seriously, like if she hadn't been able to get out. So, thank God, she moved out soon after, and Hassenkoff told her the day she moved out, you'll never take my son. And you won't see a dime in the divorce. And he also repeated what he told other women in the past, I'll kill you, I'll dissolve your body in acid, no one will ever find you. So holy freaking yikes, right?

yeah so this absolute charmer had a couple of relationships with women around this time both before during and after his separation with girly there was Kimberly Glasgow a hairstylist Julie McGuire who was a motel owner and he told both he was a doctor and he told them both about his youth serum and his top secret work as a geneticist with the government Kimberly Glasgow ended the relationship because of a few incidents he told her he could do her 14-year-old daughters required physical for her high school soccer team, but the girl just said that he told her to take off her clothes and just stared at her and did nothing else.

No. Yeah. Gross. Gross. And equally bizarre and worrisome, her 10 and 12-year-old sons told her that while she was at work one afternoon, Hosenkoft had drawn blood from them. and again with this creepy shit he said

it was to see if either of them was a bone marrow match for him because he needed a transplant she was pissed about that too she was like yeah my sons aren't giving you any kind of bone marrow what is wrong with you get the hell away from my kids so

okay this is where we need to have this conversation because what is up with these blood draws I genuinely have no idea as I see it there's a couple of possibilities it could be a fetish seems entirely possible, right? That it's like some kind of a sexual thrill he's getting out of this. It could be that he does have some kind of weird fantasy that he's really a scientist

and he's kind of play acting at being a scientist. It could be that he's storing up blood to, like, frame people for crimes. Maybe he likes injecting himself with blood because he's a gross weirdo. I don't know. What do you think? I think the first two are. probably the most likely. I think it could have been a fetish for him. The only reason I would say that isn't the case is that we don't know what he was doing with it. Yeah, we sure don't. Thank

God. But he did, I think it also had to do with him having, you have power over somebody when you have them in that position. That's true. That's a very control, you know, control related thing, probably. So, I mean, my question is, is what was he doing? with it. But also, was he just playing with the blood, like some macabre, like, five-year-old vampire? I don't. It's gross. That's so gross. Every

new scenario I can come up with is worse than the last. Well, I do have a theory that he was an Anne Rice fan, so it's very possible that he had a vampire thing. I genuinely don't know. It is weird. We would be interested to hear your thoughts, campers. What do you think this little gremlin was doing with the blood?

Yeah, I just... Something gross and creepy, I suspect. Yeah, it could have been that he liked collecting it, too. Yeah, exactly. Owning it. Yes, definitely. We need to stop this conversation. So he once asked Kimberly,

would you kill for me? And she said, no. And he said, like a normal person, you know I could get rid of you. And she asked how, and he said, guess, wait for it, by putting some acid on your body. It would make you disappear. Okay. Yeah, that's good to know, I guess. Good information. Thanks for sharing that. You freak. And then, because apparently that wasn't enough, in 1997, a woman came up to Kimberly in the parking lot of her workplace. She looked terrified. And she said her name was girly and she was married to Hosenkoft. She didn't seem angry.

that Hasenkoft was having an affair, just scared to death. She said, if he catches me talking to you, he'll kill me. It seemed like she was trying to warn this other woman to stay away from her scary husband. And she begged Kimberly not to tell Dyson. She'd met her. So, Kimberly, breaking girl code, confronted him. Are you married? And at first he denied it.

Then coolly admitted it and asked how she found out. And unfortunately, Glasgow told him, despite Girlie's urgent plea that she'd not say anything, which nice. Yeah, nice, Kimberly. And finally, finally, she dumped him. The shit people put up with, I swear to God, Lord have mercy, he drew blood from your children. Yeah, you touch a child and you literally may not see the light of day ever again. It's just like Rosemary. You know, like the weird blood drawn in the bathroom and the fake name.

Nope, nope, I'm still good. But then you cheat on me and we're done. Oh, you're married. Yeah. You're married. Oh, you drew blood randomly from my children without asking me, but that's okay, I guess. But don't you dare be married and not telling me. That's just the weirdest thing I've ever heard.

Yeah. So around this time, Gurley very, very reluctantly signed over her parental rights to Dimitri. She told a friend that she hoped it might save her life. By now, she was living in her own apartment, telling only close friends the address, and basically running scared from Hosenkoft. We're going to stop there for part one, campers. But because we release both parts of our two-part episodes on the same day, feel free to move on now to part two. And if you want to save it for later, that's cool too. We'll continue this bizarre story then.

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