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|Posted: Tue Feb 13th, 2018 01:13 am||
|Married Jo wrote:
I haven't scrolled through this entire thread but anyone watch "Killing Fields" on Discovery? Season 3 is on now and that's the first wife and I have watched of it, I'm almost certain now it's pretty near impossible to kill someone and get away with it now unless you've lead a PERFECT under the radar life. The DNA stuff now will nail you every time..
Not always. In the Green River Killer case, the cops had Gary Ridgway's DNA but this wasn't enough for a conviction. As his lawyer pointed out, it only meant Ridgway had sex with the prositutes, not that he killed them. It was paint chips from his job at the truck company where he worked that finally sealed the conviction.Also, OJ got off, despite DNA evidence.
|Posted: Tue Feb 13th, 2018 06:18 am||
|This story may not have as many bizarre elements as many of the others posted here, but it involves a cousin of mine so I thought I'd share it.
My dad's family, parents and 4 kids, all spent their entire lives in our hometown, with the exception of my dad's older sister Gracia -- the oldest of the siblings. Her husband's career took them first to another town in our county and then to Boardman, Ohio, outside Youngstown. They moved to Boardman, which is about 3 hours away from our Western New York hometown in the early 70's. My aunt and uncle also had 4 kids, three boys and one girl. At the time of this incident, John (who's my godfather) was 17, Eileen 15, David 13, and Tom 11.
On the night of Friday January 17th, 1975 David disappeared. My grandmother had come down from our hometown to spend some time with the family and before dinner she and my aunt decided to walk to the post office and a nearby plaza. John and Eileen were going to a high school basketball game that night and around this same time of day David asked John if he had an extra ticket. John didn't and reported that he and David made some small talk for a bit and that David then went out for a walk. My uncle Pete got home from his job shortly afterward and he, David, and Eileen (not sure where Tom was at this time, though he was likely home and just omitted from newspaper accounts) had a dinner that my aunt had prepared earlier in the afternoon and left in the oven.
My uncle was taking night classes in engineering management at Youngstown State and after finishing his food, left the house for a 6:15 class. When he got to the corner of his street he saw David walking on the sidewalk. He called him over to the car and David reported that he had been checking out the ice on Boardman Lake to see if it was fit for skating, however, he'd found it was too slushy and was on his way home. He also told my uncle that he hadn't seen my aunt or grandma while he was out. That would be the last reported sighting of David alive.
Around 9 PM my uncle got home from class. My aunt and grandma had returned home at some point that evening and the three of them quickly realized that David had never come home since last seen by my uncle. Worried, but wondering if David had gone to the basketball game after all, my uncle called the high school and got a hold of Eileen, who then found John. Neither of them had seen David at the game. Increasingly concerned, my uncle then got in his car and began combing the neighborhood. When he turned up nothing he called the police and also three local hospitals. David was a fairly severe diabetic. He required twice daily injections of insulin, which he administered himself at 7:30 AM and 7:30 PM. My uncle worried that if he'd been hit by a car, a hospital might have given him medications that would detrimental to his health.
Finally, at 11:30 PM, David's red hat was found at the very corner where he'd last spoken to my uncle. It was said that snow was trampled down for a few feet around it. At that point, a massive community man hunt was underway, one that stretched on for days. I was just shy of my 4th birthday at that point so I don't have any recollection of the events, but my mom said that my dad immediately hopped in the car and drove down to Boardman to help in the search. It was to no avail.
The following Thursday, six days after David had gone missing, his body was found, frozen, in a lot several blocks from his home. The coroner's report attributed his death to diabetic coma, which isn't surprising, but given the severity of David's diabetes this should have happened well before 6 days elapsed. That said, the coroner was unable to establish a time of death. He also reported that David's stomach was nearly full, indicating he had eaten within a couple hours of his death (remember, on the night he disappeared, he had left the house before eating dinner). He had a broken right wrist as well as contusions on his face. Oddest of all was a puncture wound in the small of his back, roughly 1/2" an inch deep. No matching hole was evident on his clothes. There were no signs of molestation.
Given the circumstances -- the missing hat, the injuries, the ingested food, and the fact that he was last seen a stone's throw from his own home and heading in that direction -- it seems very reasonable to conclude that he was abducted. However, the Boardman police never produced a single suspect. A little while ago, I came across my grandma's collection of newspaper clippings about the incident and wondered if I could find out any more information about it. The most informative thing I found was a 10 year old thread on an online bulletin board from the Boardman area. It discussed not just the case of my cousin but of another boy who had disappeared in the Boardman area just two years earlier and whose body was found in a dumpster a few days later. It too remains an unsolved case.
As I got a little older I gathered bits and pieces of what I just wrote here, but not enough to really know what had happened. I just knew that it was assumed he was kidnapped and it created an ungodly fear of kidnapping in me. My dad gave me his used pocket knife when I was about 9 years old and I would take it with me to Little League practice or my youth bowling league because I often had to wait alone for my ride to pick me up and I was worried about being snatched.
And to show you how serious David's diabetes was, my cousin Tom passed away in his 30's from diabetes related complications, after having lost his eye sight just a couple years earlier. My aunt and uncle are also deceased but John and Eileen are still with us. But to the best of my knowledge, no plausible suspect has ever been posited for David's death.
|Posted: Tue Feb 13th, 2018 08:40 pm||
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Married Jo wrote:I haven't scrolled through this entire thread but anyone watch "Killing Fields" on Discovery? Season 3 is on now and that's the first wife and I have watched of it, I'm almost certain now it's pretty near impossible to kill someone and get away with it now unless you've lead a PERFECT under the radar life. The DNA stuff now will nail you every time..
I'm not disagreeing with your assessment at all, but I would think DNA technology has come so much further since both of those were put to bed that it would make DNA evidence even more of a solid when prosecuting a case than before.
|Posted: Sat Feb 17th, 2018 02:00 pm||
New York State Police said Constantinos “Danny” Filippidis, 49, of Toronto, was found 2,900 miles away Tuesday in Sacramento.
On Feb. 7, Constantinos “Danny” Filippidis was reported missing after he disappeared from a ski trip to Whiteface Mountain in upstate New York. Oddly, his car was still in the parking lot and all his belongings were intact at the ski lodge. Department of Environmental Conservation forest rangers, New York state police, and resort staff headed up the search that grew to include the New York state Emergency Management and Fire Prevention Department, several of Filippidis’s coworkers, the Department of Homeland Security, and the U.S. Customs and Border Protection. Yet nobody could find the Candian skier.
Until he turned up in Sacramento this Tuesday, alive and unharmed, six days after going missing. Sacramento County Sheriff’s deputies found Filippidis around 9:30 a.m. Tuesday morning by the car rental zone at Sacramento International Airport. He was wearing the same clothes he wore when he went missing, had a credit card and $1,000 in cash, did not know where he was or, and remembered very little about the previous few days. He said he thought he had sustained a head injury of some sort, and that he made his way across the country in a “big rig” before being dropped off by a “McDonald’s near a tall building” Monday night.
At approximately 6:00 PM on February 14, 2014, 17-year-old Houston teen Antonio Saldivar borrowed his mother’s car to go visit his girlfriend. He was planning to deliver a teddy bear to her as a Valentine Day’s gift. Antonio wound up missing his curfew that night, which led his mother to repeatedly call and text his cell phone. At 4:00 AM, Antonio finally answered his phone and let his mother know he was on his way home. Within a half hour, Antonio totaled his mother’s vehicle by crashing into a concrete pillar. Antonio was nowhere to be found at the accident scene, but strangely, his shoes were left behind in the car.Antonio remained a missing person until February 27, when an employee from a Texas Port Recycling scrap metal plant discovered Antonio’s body, which was trapped underwater beneath a dock inside the Houston Ship Channel. He was found approximately 3 kilometers (2 mi) from the accident scene. It’s possible that Antonio became disoriented before wandering away from the scene and drowning, but a lot of strange details didn’t add up. Antonio never actually made it to his girlfriend’s house that night, and the Valentine’s Day teddy bear was found inside his pants between his legs.One witness told police they saw a dark SUV run Antonio’s car into the pillar. Antonio was also found inside a secure area near the scrap metal plant, which was inaccessible to the search volunteers who had been looking for him. So how did his body end up there?
In 2004, Iranian Majid Movahedi threw acid over Ameneh Bahrami as she walked home from work, blinding her. Bahrami had previously turned down his offer of marriage, and in Movahedi’s disturbed mind, that slight apparently demanded a face full of acid. But here’s where things get interesting. Iran operates under strict sharia law, and sharia law allows “eye for an eye” style punishments. In Bahrami’s case, she took this literally.
When Movahedi came to trial, she asked the court for a special favor. She wanted Movahedi blinded by acid. And the court said yes.For the next three years, Movahedi lived knowing he was going to feel the exact same pain and fear that his victim had. In 2011, he was taken into Tehran hospital and sedated, knowing he’d be blind when he woke up. Before you think I’ve gone totally mad and started advocating cruel and unusual punishment, I should add that Bahrami called off the procedure at the last second, saying she’d never intended to actually go through with it and would rather forgive her attacker. Movahedi got to keep his sight, but crucially he got to understand exactly the sort of fear and misery his victim must have felt all those years before.
|Posted: Sun Feb 18th, 2018 11:44 am||
In the summer of 1992, Andre Jones was 18-years-old and about to start his freshman year of college. His mother, Esther, was President of the Jackson Mississippi branch of the NAACP. His stepfather, Charles X. Quinn, was a Nation of Islam minister. In the early morning hours of Saturday, August 22nd, Andre and his girlfriend, Tanisha Love, were driving home when they approached a sobriety checkpoint. At the time, Andre was driving a friend’s pick-up truck.
A half hour later, Andre’s parents were awakened by a phone call from Tanisha. Andre had been arrested. At 2:00 AM, Andre called his parents from the Brandon Police station. He said he was unaware of what he’d been charged with. At 4:00 AM, Andre telephoned again, this time to say he had been transferred to the Simpson County Jail, 40 miles south of Jackson. According to Andre’s mother Esther, her son still didn’t know what the charges were against him.
Then at midnight on Saturday, the Quinns heard a knock on their door. It was a Jackson police officer. According to Esther, the officer handed her a piece of paper:
“It only had a phone number for the Simpson County Jail. There was not a note. There was not a message. It was only a number.”
Esther immediately called the police station and received some devastating news:
“I was informed that Andre had committed suicide. I was casually informed… as if they could’ve been talking to someone that didn’t even know who he was.”
According to Andre’s parents, he had never shown suicidal tendencies. He had never even suffered from depression. Andre had no previous arrest record, so when Esther and Charles Quinn started to look into his death, they naturally began with the circumstances of his arrest.
According to the police, Andre stopped just short of the checkpoint and tossed something out the window. Police identified the object as a .38 caliber handgun. Inside the truck, police said there was an open can of beer. And finally, the truck—which Andre had borrowed and driven for more than a week—turned out to be stolen.
However, Tanisha Love’s version of the events was quite different from the police report. According to Tanisha, the moment that the officers heard Andre’s name, their attitude immediately changed:
“After they asked him his name, they all went to… a little huddle, you know a football huddle… I don’t know what they were talking about because they were talking low. And after that, that’s when they came to the truck and asked Andre again, did he have his license and he said no sir, don’t have my license. And they asked him to step out the truck and that’s when they handcuffed him. They shackled his feet and they had him handcuffed at the same time. I didn’t understand what was going on.”
But according to the State Public Safety Commissioner Jim Ingram, Andre Jones was never shackled. In fact, Ingram disagreed with Tanisha’s entire account:
“There was no confrontation whatsoever with young Andre Jones. In fact, the officers were very amazed how cooperative he was.”
Charles Quinn, however, said that an inmate in Brandon told him that police used racial slurs to intimidate his son:
“One of the inmates who was transferred with Andre said that the officer said, ‘Do you know what happens to niggers for stealing a white man’s truck?’ And of course, other statements were said to put fear in Andre.”
The next day, Andre was transferred to the Simpson County Jail. That night, his body was found in a shower stall at the end of a dimly lit corridor. Authorities state that Andre tied his own shoelace to an iron grate above the showerhead and hung himself. When Charles Quinn was allowed to visit the cell, he estimated the grate was about eight feet above the floor:
Dr. Steven Hayne, the state-approved pathologist who performed the autopsy, said investigators had demonstrated that it was possible for Andre to have hung himself unaided:
“That position was easily reached by a member of the sheriff’s office who was acting as the decedent.”
Less than a week after Andre’s death, his parents hired an independent pathologist, Dr. James Bryant, to examine the remains and review the case:
“I think that he was strangled. Someone did this to him. In the usual case of a suicide by hanging, the ligature mark is along the side of the neck and doesn’t go all the way around. It’s in this fashion, whereas in the case of Andre Jones, the ligature marking went along the side of the neck and all the way into the back and criss-crossed in this fashion. This suggests to me that… someone had to come behind and wrapped the ligature around his neck.”
The official autopsy report listed no evidence of bruising on Andre’s neck or anywhere else on his body. However, Dr. Bryant’s observations were different:
“He had some bruising under one of his eyes and also he had some bruising on the shoulder of the same side. The bruising could’ve been right at the time that he died or it could’ve been some time during the day, but apparently… he suffered some kind of blunt trauma some time during the time he was in the jail.”
In fact, evidence of homicide remains elusive. Dr. Bryant's finding of homicide relies largely on a jailer's description of the body and the condition of the cell, an account that is at odds with other reports from the scene. In interviews, neither investigators nor local reporters nor prisoners' lawyers related any reports of prisoners' seeing any jailers entering the cell or hearing a struggle. Dr. Bryant also agrees that there was no evidence of a struggle, like another person's skin beneath Andre Jones's fingernails.
Tina Herrmann was a single mother of two who worked at a Dairy Queen in Ohio. On November 10, 2010, the typically reliable Herrmann failed to show up for her shift and wasn’t answering her phone. Her boss became concerned and notified authorities. Police arrived at Hermann’s house to discover it empty and covered in blood splatters.
A search led police to the home of Matthew Hoffman, where Herrmann’s 13-year-old daughter was found bound and gagged in the basement. Hoffman was arrested for kidnapping. While in custody, he provided the location of the girl’s mom and brother. The corpses of Herrmann, her son, and a close family friend were found inside a hollowed-out tree. The three bodies had been stabbed repeatedly and stuffed into plastic garbage bags. Even Herrmann’s miniature pinscher had been killed and hidden inside the tree.Hoffman was a tree trimmer. His neighbors described him as a strange man who built fires on his front lawn to roast squirrels before eating them. Hoffman committed the murders not long after being released from a Colorado prison. He had been serving a term for arson and burglary.
In 2004, a 14-year-old boy was stabbed in a frenzied attack in Manchester. His 15-year-old attacker plunged a kitchen knife once through his chest and again through his stomach, but didn’t quite manage to kill him. To the first cops on the scene, it must have sounded like a typical tragedy: both boys were former best friends who’d become involved with the same woman. But then other, atypical details began to emerge; like how the “woman” was a middle-aged spy they’d met in a chat room, or how the younger boy was secretly in love with his older friend.
And then things got really weird.It transpired that the woman had ordered the murder. It also transpired that she didn’t exist, despite having had frequent webcam sex with the older boy. In the subsequent investigation, detectives discovered a complex web of fiction spun around the older boy, with one purpose: to end its author’s life. It turns out the 50,000 messages the “three” had sent each other were nothing more than a perverse suicide bid on the part of the 14-year-old. At the end of the trial, the judge announced that “skilled writers of fiction would struggle to conjure up a plot such as that which arises here”.
|Posted: Sun Feb 25th, 2018 06:16 pm||
Police in Russia have arrested the son of a wealthy family who tried to have his parents killed. Instead, the parents turned the tables on him, playing dead and covered in blood in pictures as if the hit the son had ordered went ahead.
According to reports in the Russian media, the 22-year-old man, who has not been named, was caught after he began making inquiries locally for a hitman to kill his parents in the hopes of cashing in early on the inheritance. He later confessed to police he had plotted their murder for some time, choosing to put out the hit because all his other attempts had ended without success.
ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. —
A New Mexico girl was strangled to death on her 10th birthday before she was dismembered and her remains set on fire, according to an autopsy released months after police uncovered the sexual abuse they say she suffered at the hands of her mother and others leading up to her killing.
The autopsy results, made public Monday, included evidence of prior sexual abuse and indicated that Victoria was raped and strangled before her body was dismembered Aug. 23. Her spine was fractured, and she suffered both blunt and sharp injuries. Some of her organs were removed.
The medical examiner's report also showed Victoria tested positive for human papillomavirus, or HPV, which is a sexually transmitted disease.
Police found Victoria's body in a bathtub, wrapped in a smoldering blanket. They were initially called to the apartment complex over a disturbance involving the suspects, unaware of what they would find inside the home.
Michelle Martens claimed that her daughter was drugged to relax her, but toxicology tests did not turn up any drugs, only alcohol. The amount of alcohol in Victoria's system would have been enough to cause cognitive and physical impairment, according to the autopsy report.
|Posted: Sat Mar 3rd, 2018 11:57 am||
Margaret Anderson was with her boyfriend at a biker bar in Green Bay around Christmas time in 1983. Anderson and many others got sloppy drunk, and Anderson started to get too mouthy for the men's taste. Eventually, even her own boyfriend was fed up and decided to leave telling the others: “Here you guys can have her, you can f**k her brains out”.
Four of the bar patrons then proceeded to attempt to gang rape Anderson, but they were so full of drugs and alcohol that they could not perform. They took to beating her with pool sticks, then stuck a cue ball deep inside her vagina. One of the men eventually took the battered woman to a factory manure pit and slashed her throat deeply, leaving her to die.
Anderson somehow managed to drag herself to a nearby road, where a semi driver attempted to give her aid. She ultimately died of her wounds though. It took the police several years to round up all four of the main perps, but they eventually were properly sentenced.
Due to a murderous plot, 11-year old Terry Jo Duperrault spent 84 grueling hours alone at sea until she was rescued.
In 1961, a picture was snapped of a young girl who was discovered adrift, alone, on a small lifeboat in the waters of the Bahamas. The story of how she ended up there is much more horrifying and bizarre than one can imagine.
The story begins when her father, a prominent optometrist from Green Bay, Wis. named Dr. Arthur Duperrault, chartered the luxury yacht the Bluebell from Ft. Lauderdale, Fla. to the Bahamas for a family trip.
He brought with him his wife, Jean, and his kids: Brian, 14, Terry Jo, 11, and Renee, 7.
He also brought his friend and former Marine and World War II veteran Julian Harvey as his skipper, along with Harvey’s new wife, Mary Dene.
On the fifth night of the cruise Terry Jo was awoken by “screaming and stamping” on the deck above the cabin in which she slept.
Talking to reporters later, Terry Jo recalled how she, “went upstairs to see what it was, and I saw my mother and brother lying on the floor, and there was blood all over.”
She then saw Harvey walking towards her. When she asked what happened he just slapped her in the face and told her to go down below deck.
Terry Jo once more went above deck, when the water levels began to rise on her level. She ran into Harvey again, and asked him if the boat was sinking, to which he replied, “Yes.”
Left alone, Terry Jo remembered the single life raft aboard the vessel and embarked on the tiny boat out into the ocean.
Without food, water, or any covering to protect her from the heat of the sun, Terry Jo spent 84 grueling hours before she was rescued by the Captain Theo.
Unbeknownst to Terry Jo, by the time she woke up on Nov. 12, Harvey had already drowned his wife and stabbed the rest of Terry Jo’s family to death.
He likely killed his wife to collect on her $20,000 double indemnity insurance policy. When Terry Jo’s father witnessed him killing her, he must have killed the doctor, and then proceed to kill the rest of her family.
He then sunk the yacht they were on and escaped on his dinghy with his wife’s drowned corpse as evidence. His dinghy was found by the freighter the Gulf Lion and brought to a U.S. Coast Guard site.
Harvey told the Coast Guard that the yacht had broken down while he was on the dinghy. He was still with them when he heard that Terry Jo had been discovered.
“Oh my god!” Harvey reportedly stammered when he heard the news. “Why that’s wonderful!”
The next day, Harvey killed himself in his motel room, slitting thigh, ankle, and throat with a double-edged razor.
|Posted: Sat Mar 3rd, 2018 11:57 am||
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|Posted: Sat Mar 10th, 2018 02:40 pm||
One of the most infamous cases featured on NBC's Unsolved Mysteries has been SOLVED!
"The case has since been "cleared" by police. They believe that Matt's killer was a gang member named David "Bear" Meza. Ironically, he was killed just two days after Matt vanished. When interviewed by police, Meza's girlfriend identified him as the man seen in the surveillance photographs. Other circumstantial evidence also linked him to the crime. However, the possibility still exists that there were accomplices involved."
During a blizzard on Jan. 19, 1988, Susan Swedell finished her shift at Kmart in Oak Park Heights at 9 p.m. and headed home to Lake Elmo to watch a movie and eat popcorn with her mother and her sister.
A half-hour later, a gas-station attendant gave her permission to leave her overheated car at the K Station, a mile from home. The clerk said she saw Swedell get into another car with a man. She hasn’t been seen since.
“We don’t know what happened that night,” said Kathy Swedell, Sue’s mother. “She was telling us that she was going to come home because it was an all-out Minnesota blizzard. When I looked out our window, I could barely see across the street, and here she was driving home. We didn’t know if she had stopped someplace or tried to walk. It was terrible. No sign of Susan. No call. Nothing. Officers did go out and look for her, but by the time they found her car, there was no sign of Susan.
When Swedell had not arrived home by 11 p.m. on that Tuesday night, her mother and sister called the sheriff’s office to request that deputies search for her car — a 1975 maroon Oldsmobile Cutlass — in ditches between Kmart and the house they rented in downtown Lake Elmo.
Deputies found the car at the K Station, at the corner of Manning Avenue and Minnesota 5.
Thinking she might have tried to walk home — during a blizzard that dumped more than 7 inches of snow on the area — they searched for Susan between the gas station and the Swedells’ house on Lake Elmo Avenue.
“As the hours passed by, all I could think was that she was frozen in a ditch somewhere,” said Christine Swedell, who was 16 at the time. “So when whoever came to the house said they found the car but didn’t find her, that just completely threw me into a whirl. I just wanted to get out there and search for her.”
Investigators didn’t learn until the next day that she had left the gas station with a man.
The gas-station attendant said Swedell pulled up to the station around 9:30 p.m., followed by a “light-colored older model car with sport wheels that was in good shape, but dirty,” said Troy Ackerknecht, a detective with the sheriff’s office.
Swedell and the man talked for a few minutes, and then Swedell came into the station and said she was having car problems, Ellickson said. “She asked if she could leave her car at the station. The attendant said, ‘Well, they’re going to plow here. You’ll need to move it.’ She moved it, and they left westbound on Highway 5.”
Swedell was wearing a short skirt and sweater and no coat or boots, according to police reports. Her manager at Kmart told police that at the end of her shift Swedell changed out of the red pants outfit she had worn to work. “He made a comment that she wasn’t dressed appropriately for the blizzard,” Ackerknecht said.
When police searched her car the next day, they found her glasses, driver’s license and purse.
After the car was found, Kathy Swedell had it brought to the house.
It sat on the street until five days later, when she drove it to Cub Foods in Stillwater to buy groceries. As she was driving, the car started smoking and steaming, so she arranged to have it towed to Lake Elmo Repair.
A mechanic discovered that the car’s petcock — a small valve at the bottom of the radiator — had been loosened, and the water had leaked out.
Did someone deliberately tamper with her car and then follow her, waiting for the car to break down?
In the weeks before she disappeared, Susan Swedell had been using telephone chat lines to talk to boys, racking up a bill of more than $300, Kathy Swedell said.
Co-workers at Kmart reported that Swedell, a graduate of Stillwater Area High School, had been receiving numerous calls at work from a man. She also continued to talk to an ex-boyfriend and had reportedly made plans to see him the night she disappeared, but he called to cancel because of the weather.
A week after Susan disappeared, Kathy Swedell returned to her job as principal secretary for the University of Minnesota math department, and Christine Swedell went back to school.
When Christine got home from school that afternoon, she couldn’t find the key to get in the house.
“We normally kept it on a shelf, right next to the door, underneath something — that’s just the way it was in Lake Elmo,” Christine Swedell said. “I was looking all over for it. I couldn’t get into the house. It was locked. That was the key. I didn’t have an extra.”
She eventually located it under a box in a back corner of the shelf. When she entered the house, she said, she “felt like someone had been there.”
There were dirty dishes in the sink that hadn’t been there in the morning, and there was a “peculiar” smell of smoke, she said.
“It smelled of something sweet,” she said. “I’ve never done drugs or had a drink, but … it was very strong. People say it might have been marijuana, but I didn’t know. I didn’t touch anything. I didn’t go upstairs. I just called Mom. Of course, it felt like forever until she got home. I was freaking out.”
Later that night, Christine found the red outfit that Susan had worn to work on the day she disappeared; it had been balled up and jammed under Susan’s bed.
None of her daughter’s personal items, including clothing, makeup or grooming products, were taken, but “somebody had been there,” Kathy Swedell said.
|Posted: Sun Mar 11th, 2018 04:09 pm||
A man claiming to be the Russian Batman has been captured on camera walking from a drug den and leaving dealers for police.
The masked vigilante, who wears a Batman costume and calls himself the Jnec Grim Reaper, has declared war on drug dealers doing business in the Khimki area outside Moscow.
So far, he claims to have captured 40 criminals and closed down a host of illegal drug labs.
The Reaper's exploits started in June when a taxi driver witnessed a man dressed as Batman entering a building that later proved to be a drug den in the middle of the night, according to Krypton Radio.
The driver told police that he had heard people screaming and things being thrown around inside.
When the mysterious man then walked out, he threw a fire bomb at the ground disappeared into the night, captured by the witness known only as Slava.
Ten years have passed since the remains of a full-term baby boy were found in a railside ravine in Brantford by a woman walking her dog.
The July 28, 2005, discovery shocked and saddened the community.
Detectives dubbed the unidentified infant Baby Parker because his body was found near Parkside Drive, not far from a municipal greenspace known as Lansdowne Park, where a group of youths is believed to have been partying days earlier.
A post mortem examination of the body, conducted at Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto, noted trauma to the baby's skull and ribs. There was no evidence of alcohol or street drugs passed on to the baby, police said.
In addition, police have released the full text of a letter received several days after the body was found in 2005. Excerpts from the letter, received on Aug. 3, 2005. and purporting to be from the mother of the newborn and providing details of events surrounding the birth, were released at the time.
The author promised to contact police again, which then fuelled hope that the case would come to a swift conclusion. However, the letter writer was not heard from again.
"If you were with a group of youths in any of the parks or local hangout spots several days prior to the discovery of the lifeless infant's body, please come forward. You may hold key information without realizing the importance," she said.
The author of the letter indicated she had been "partying" at Lansdowne Park when she started having contractions. At least one other person (possibly female) was involved during the delivery and that person discarded the baby's body and the placenta, suggesting that person may be more involved with the death of the baby than the mother, police said.
It was on July 28, 2005, at about 11:15 a.m., that a woman walking her dog discovered the body of the newborn amid brush and weeds about 20 feet from the rail trail at Parkside Drive and Dufferin Avenue, near Lansdowne Park. The dog had picked up on a scent and pulled its owner toward the bushes where she made the discovery and immediately contacted police.
Police canvassed the neighbourhood and attended at more than 200 area homes. Numerous consent DNA samples were taken from males and females, which enabled investigators to rule out several persons of interest.
On July 29, 2005, at about 7:30 p.m., an area resident approached the police mobile command centre to report finding a bloodied item near his home on July 25. After learning of the discovery of the body, the resident suspected the item may be linked. Forensics officers seized the bloodied evidence, which was later identified as the placenta matching Baby Parker's DNA.
|Posted: Sat Mar 17th, 2018 07:10 pm||
At 3:30 PM on an August day in 2016, Batavia Cemetery caretakers in Batavia, New York, stumbled upon two dead bodies lying in the midst of the graveyard headstones. Drug paraphernalia was strewn around their corpses. However, it was apparent by the physical state of the bodies that their demise was not related to drugs.
About 12 hours earlier, a severe thunderstorm had blown through the region. Working jointly with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, investigators were able to determine that a lightning strike occurred in the area where the pair was found.
The autopsy revealed that the victims, 34-year-old Richard Garlock and 32-year-old Jenea Macleod, had sustained thermal injuries consistent with a lightning strike. Detective sergeant Todd Crossett explained, “It seems they had just gone to a back part of the cemetery and were just hanging out there.
On Halloween night in 1977, the parents of 19-month-old Nima Louise Carter placed their child inside her crib at their Lawton, Oklahoma home. The next morning, Nima’s parents were shocked to discover that she was missing.
Since the windows in Nima’s bedroom were locked, it’s theorized that her abductor had been hiding in the closet and sneaked the child out of the house while her parents were sleeping in the living room. A month later, a group of kids were playing in an abandoned house four blocks away from the Carter home. When they opened up the house’s refrigerator, they received a horrifying shock when the decomposed body of an infant came tumbling out. The child was identified as Nima Louise Carter, who died of suffocation.
George Carter is still haunted by the memory of his daughter's murder.
"My wife and I lived for years with the what-ifs,” said Carter, now 57 and a recovering alcoholic who has turned to ministering to others. "Nima cried that night when we put her down to sleep. We never got up to check on her.
"We figured we didn't want to spoil her; that she would eventually go to sleep. I now believe that person was already in her room, probably hiding in the closet. What if we had opened the closet? What if we had gotten up to check her that night? What if we had brought her in to sleep with us?
"What if? What if?”
Carter, whose wife died in 2000, is dogged by one other disturbing thought: No one was ever charged with his child's murder.
The passage of three decades has helped ease the pain for Carter, but unanswered questions still burn within. Long ago, police detectives became convinced they had identified Nima's killer, but they too were left with a sense of unfulfilled justice.
Then-Comanche County District Attorney Don Beauchamp did not file charges, explaining the evidence was too flimsy.
A terrified community
Lawton always has been a rough-and-tumble town, from its infancy in the aftermath of the 1901 Land Lottery to its steady growth as a military community. Bars and pool halls once dominated the downtown night life, as did an occasional bare-knuckle brawl, knifing or shooting.
But the abduction of children was unheard of in Lawton until April 8, 1976, when twin sisters Mary Elizabeth and Augustine "Tina” Jacqueline Carpitcher were stolen in broad daylight while they watched TV in their grandmother's home.
A young female the children knew unlatched a living room door and coaxed the children outside. The three and half years old twins followed the girl, at first blindly.
Then they became scared.
Area resident Thelma McCaig once described the scene that day in her neighborhood. McCaig noticed a teenager she would later identify as 16-year-old Jacqueline M. Roubideaux dragging two girls. McCaig said Roubideaux "had hold of the two girls by the wrists, and they were trying to pull loose.”
McCaig didn't report the incident to authorities, reasoning, "... I guess like other people, I didn't want to get involved.”
So the nightmare continued.
"She took us to a house ... It was white, near railroad tracks,” Tina Carpitcher would testify years later as a 10-year-old. "There was broken furniture inside. When we got inside she took us to the refrigerator and told us to get in. She said our aunt will be there to get us out and take us for ice cream later.”
The abductor shut the refrigerator door and left.
"I remember people were scared,” recalled Ray Anderson, then an investigator for the Comanche County district attorney who is now retired and living in Lawton. "How could this happen? Parents were going out and buying new locks for their doors.”
Two days later, children were playing in a deserted house when they heard the cries coming from a grungy refrigerator. Kathy Ford and another neighborhood child bravely opened the refrigerator door, and Tina Carpitcher miraculously jumped out alive.
Tina survived by breathing through a tiny hole in the refrigerator. Her twin sister died of asphyxia.
The then-11-year-old Kathy asked Tina who put her and her sister in the refrigerator, and she replied, "Jackie Boo or Jackie Burr,” meaning Jacqueline Roubideaux — the child's babysitter and friend of her aunt.
Roubideaux instantly became the target of a police investigation, but a lack of physical evidence and the youth of the survivor left authorities desperate for a confession. The investigation soon stalled.
Roubideaux remained free.
She maintained a quiet, shy demeanor around those who came in contact with her. She also found an occasional job as a babysitter. By 1977, she agreed to sit for a young American Indian couple known within her family circle. The husband and wife both held full-time jobs but on weekends, they liked to party.
The couple frequently called on Roubideaux to watch their baby girl — Nima.
"You know, I've learned to appreciate all the little things,” he said. "When Nima was a baby, I look back at all the time I wasted — partying and drinking.”
Carter often reflects on that wasted time whenever he recalls that Halloween night 30 years ago.
The intruder lifted Nima from her crib, and with the windows locked, crept into the hallway of the tiny Lawton home and boldly past the parents sleeping in the living room and out through a door.
"I remember the next morning,” Carter recalled. "It was one of those cool, crisp Oklahoma mornings — a day I might have otherwise enjoyed immensely.”
Instead, he and his wife lived every parent's nightmare. Their baby was gone.
George's heart raced. He and Rose checked the kitchen cabinets, the closets, outside by the doghouse, underneath the house, in the field behind the backyard fence.
Nima was not to be found.
Detectives immediately suspected George and Rose, given the high percentage of parental involvement in missing child cases.
"Naturally, we called them in for questioning,” recalled Cecil Davidson, a retired Lawton police detective who worked the case and now lives outside Meers. "They agreed to take lie-detector tests, and passed with flying colors.”
Everyone fell under the net of suspicion, including neighborhood babysitters Joy Smith and Jacqueline Roubideaux.
"Then someone remembered Roubideaux had been questioned in the Carpitcher case — almost identical circumstances,” Davidson said.
Davidson finally confronted Roubideaux about Nima's abduction and murder. Roubideaux said she was playing bingo the night Nima disappeared.
"She was very quiet,” Davidson recalled. "She never looked you in the eyes; her eyes were always somewhere else or looking at the ground. She would always get right close to telling you something critical, and then she'd back off.
"We could never get her to confess. The frustrating part was we had no physical evidence — no fingerprints, no footprints, no hair, no blood., nothing.”
Mostly Davidson remembers an odd response from Roubideaux.
"She was very angry about the fact that everybody got to play bingo, and she would get stuck babysitting,” said Davidson, scrunching his eyebrows.
"To this day, I'm convinced Jackie Roubideaux murdered Nima. But the DA never felt we had enough to prosecute.”
Not everyone is convinced Roubideaux abducted Nima, including George Carter.
Two months prior to Nima's abduction, the Carters found their dog poisoned. A few days later, they returned home to discover it trashed by vandals.
"I find it hard to think all those events were mere coincidence,” Carter said. "The Jackie Roubideaux we knew? No, it just doesn't add up. I never sensed that about her. Whenever Jackie came over, Nima would run up to her and give her a hug. But several years ago, I saw an interview with Jackie in a newspaper. She said she was on drugs at that time in her life.
"Was it someone we knew? I think so, someone who was familiar with our house. But I've never been fully convinced it was Jackie.”
|Posted: Sat Mar 24th, 2018 11:54 am||
Inmate Anthony Powell was serving a life sentence for killing his mother-in-law. He met his new girlfriend, Melissa Ann Blair, through a friend named Brandy Pokovich.
Pokovich had used social media to hook him up with women who loved to date convicts. Melissa visited him at the Oregon State Penitentiary. At the end of their talk, Melissa and Anthony exchanged a passionate kiss.
Little did the guards know that Melissa was passing seven tiny balloons filled with meth into Anthony’s mouth. He swallowed them, planning to pass them in the bathroom later and retrieve them from the toilet.
Their plan backfired. The balloons ruptured in Powell’s stomach, and he died of an overdose. The judge ruled that Powell’s death was both of their faults and sentenced Melissa to two years of prison plus required treatments for her drug and mental health problems.
On November 6, 2011, Julia V. Biryukova allegedly drove her two-year-old son, Sky, to Overlake Hospital Medical Center in Bellevue, Washington. His four-year-old sister was also in the car. Afterward, she said that Sky had fallen ill and that she had to take him to the hospital, but the car ran out of gas on the way there.
Julia decided to leave Sky in the car, taking his sister along on a 1.6-kilometer (1 mi) walk to find a gas station. However, when she got there, she didn’t get gas. Instead, she phoned a friend to come and get her and her daughter. When she eventually got back to the car an hour later, Sky was missing.
Suspicion fell on Julia when police found that the car hadn’t run out of gas at all and was in perfect working order. She had called the police at 9:50 AM to report Sky missing, but witnesses said they saw the car as early as 8:00 AM with no children in it. On top of this, Julia refused to take a polygraph or speak to police directly. Later, it also came out that she often left her children at home by themselves, sometimes up to 11 hours at a time. Yet in spite of all the above, Julia was never named a suspect, and Sky remains missing.
In 1983, as the residents of Calcata, a small town 30 miles north of Rome, prepared for their annual procession honoring a holy relic, a shocking announcement from the parish priest put a damper on festivities. "This year, the holy relic will not be exposed to the devotion of the faithful. It has vanished. Sacrilegious thieves have taken it from my home." Not since the Middle Ages, when lopped-off body parts of divine do-gooders were bought, sold, and traded, has relic theft been big news. But the mysterious disappearance of Calcata's beloved curio is different.
This wasn't just the residuum of any holy human—nor was it just any body part. It was the foreskin of Jesus Christ, the snipped-off tip of the savior's penis, the only piece of his body he supposedly left on earth.
Just what the holy foreskin was doing in the priest's house—in a shoebox at the back of his wardrobe, no less—and why and how it disappeared has been debated ever since the relic vanished. Some suspect the village priest sold it for a heavenly sum; others say it was stolen by thieves and ended up on the relics black market; some even suggest Satanists or neo-Nazis are responsible. But the most likely culprit is an unlikely one: the Vatican.
Even before its disappearance, the relic had a strange history. It was discovered in Calcata in 1557, and a series of miracles soon followed (freak storms, perfumed mists engulfing the village). The church gave the finding a seal of approval by offering a 10-year indulgence to those who came to venerate. Lines of pilgrims stretched from the church doors to beyond the walls of the fortress town. Nuns and monks from nearby villages and monasteries made candlelit processions. Calcata was a must-see destination on the pilgrimage map.
That is, until 1900. Facing increasing criticism after the "rediscovery" of a holy foreskin in France, the Vatican decreed that anyone who wrote about or spoke the name of the holy foreskin would face excommunication. And 54 years later, when a monk wanted to include Calcutta in a pilgrimage tour guide, Vatican officials didn't just reject the proposal (after much debate). They upped the punishment: Now, anyone uttering its name would face the harshest form of excommunication—"infamous and to be avoided"—even as they concluded that Calcata's holy foreskin was more legit than other claimants'.
But that wasn't the end of the holy foreskin. In the late 1960s, government officials worried that crumbling cliffs and threatening earthquakes might doom the village, decided to build a new town. Hippies discovered the newly abandoned town, which was awaiting a government wrecking crew, and squatted in, then legally purchased, the vacated buildings. Some of the bohemian transplants were intrigued by Calcata's relic, which was now only shown to the public during the village's annual New Year's Day procession (even though the Vatican II reforms removed the Day of the Holy Circumcision from the church calendar). The new residents began writing about the quirky event and relic for newspapers in and around Rome, and Calcata's scandalous prepuce was isolated no more. And the church took notice.
Was this the reason Dario Magnoni, the local priest, brought the relic from the church to his home? Who knows. Magnoni refuses to speak about the relic, citing the 1954 threat of excommunication. Magnoni's predecessor, Mario Mastrocola, didn't want to talk about the relic, either, but when asked if he was surprised to hear it had been stolen, he shook his head. When pressed, he said, "The relic would not have been taken away from Calcata if I were still the priest there."
Mastrocola's ambiguous words—while not directly incriminating anyone—hinted at underhanded church dealings (interview requests with the Vatican went unanswered). And later, I found myself sitting in a wine cellar halfway up the hill between the old and new villages of Calcata. Capellone, the cellar's owner and a lifelong Calcatese, told me about his close relationship with a former local bishop, Roberto Massimiliani. Ailing in bed, the bishop told Capellone that when he was gone, so too would be the relic. Bishop Massimiliani passed away soon after, in 1975. Eight years after that, the relic disappeared. "To me, it almost felt like a confession," said Capellone. "Like he needed to tell someone before he died."
Could the "sacrilegious thieves" Magnoni mentioned in his 1983 announcement about the relic's disappearance actually have been Vatican emissaries? The thought of masked, black-clad Vatican agents on a mission to steal Jesus' foreskin does sound alluring. But for residents like Capellone, who swear the Vatican now has the relic, the thief could be Magnoni himself. Some locals claim they saw him go to Rome the day before he made the announcement, generating speculation that the Vatican asked for it and Magnoni not only failed to stand up to them, he delivered the relic himself.
Sold, stolen, or delivered to the Vatican—or even all three—the holy foreskin of Calcata is probably gone for good, even as some residents persist in the hope that it will return. And the church is certainly breathing a sigh of relief. While most of the other copies of the relic were destroyed during the Reformation and the French Revolution, Calcata's holy foreskin lived long past its expiration date, like a dinosaur surviving the meteoric blast of the scientific revolution.
|Posted: Fri Mar 30th, 2018 10:06 pm||
First up - Social media and texting help bring down a new mother and her boyfriend in a heart wrenching case of child abuse and exploitation.
Then we look at the life of a serial killer who spent nearly a decade on a killing spree, only to pick a couple who were ready and willing to fight back, ultimately ending his reign of terror after a night of violence that included knifes, guns, and mayhem.
|Posted: Wed Apr 11th, 2018 01:22 am||
A businessman decapitated himself in his sports car to get back at his younger wife for leaving him, an inquest has heard.
Gerald Mellin, 54, taunted his estranged wife Mirrielle, 33, with threats of suicide.
He even showed her the rope he was going to use, which he kept in the boot of his open-top Aston Martin DB7.
The court heard that the day before his death Mrs Mellin had been awarded an extra £100 a week in maintenance from her former husband.
Mr Mellin had then sent her a text message which read: 'Congratulations XXX.'
It was the last time she heard from him.
The businessman tied one end of the rope to a tree, then climbed into his Aston Martin and wrapped the other end around his neck.
He then drove the £90,000 car into a busy main road, forcing other drivers to watch his horrific death. Y
The inquest in Swansea heard that after her husband's death she discovered he had cancelled a life insurance policy which would have paid out to her.
She said: 'He ran up an extortionate amount of debt. I've got to sell the farmhouse now, just to pay the debts.'
A suicide note was found in Mr Mellin's pocket detailing his funeral wishes.
The cause of death was given as decapitation. Recording a verdict of suicide, Coroner Phillip Rogers said: 'I'm satisfied this was a deliberate attempt by Mr Mellin to kill himself.'
On the 21st of December, 1938, 19-year-old muskrat hunter, Anthony Rezykowski, made a gruesome discovery as he was laying traps alongside the icy cold water of Keelersburg Creek in Northmoreland Township, Wyoming County. As he approached a disused bridge, he spotted a burlap sack bobbing up and down with the flow of the water. Protruding from the burlap sack was a human hand.
The search was over: it was Margret Martin and she had been viciously abused.
She had been slashed across the abdomen and leg. It’s presumed that the killer had attempted to dismember her. In addition, she had been bludgeoned with a heavy rock. Her body was bound with a clothesline: both legs were jammed up underneath her chin. She was raped before being strangled.
Martin’s mother had the traumatising task of identifying her body.
50 State troopers were called in to search the isolated, snow-covered countryside where she was found. Within days, they expressed the belief that Martin had been murdered by a “sex maniac with a cruel, distorted mind.” They soon received an anonymous tip from somebody who claimed they had overheard the anonymous caller making the telephone call to Martin in which he offered her a job. He was described as being between 25 and 30-years-old with sandy hair. He was said to be “neat” and “suave.” This was the only tangible clue they had to go on. 3
While the search of the surrounding area was unfruitful, investigators reached a breakthrough several weeks later when they discovered the site where Martin had been tortured and murdered. Inside a steam boiler of an abandoned sawmill near Forkston, approximately 15 miles away, was a pile of burnt clothes. The burnt clothes matched what Martin was wearing on the day of her disappearance. Also discovered in the ash were several pieces of jewellery that Martin had been wearing on the day of her disappearance.
Outside the abandoned sawmill, investigators found footprints of a man and a woman in frozen mud. At one point in the track, the woman’s footprints disappeared and thereafter there were signs that some kind of object had been dragged.4
A man living nearby the sawmill reported seeing light from the sawmill fire as somebody opened the door at approximately 9PM on the same day Martin disappeared. He told investigators that he had fired several warning shots in the direction of the sawmill but didn’t think to investigate any further as he assumed it was just a trespasser. Was the killer disturbed as he attempted to dismember Martin and dispose of her body in the sawmill? Investigators believe so.
Four years after the murder, 21-year-old Orban Taylor from New York City handed himself into authorities and confessed that he had killed Martin. A former resident of Wilkes-Barre, Orban was brought in for extensive questioning and after 20 long hours, admitted that he had fabricated the confession. While some of what he had said matched the facts of the case, the majority contradicted evidence. Nevertheless, police had to investigate his claims. They could find no evidence to substantiate his claims and he wasn’t charged in relation to the murder of Martin. He was, however, charged with second degree assault in an unrelated crime. Two years later, he died in prison after drinking a cocktail of typewriter cleaning fluid, orange juice, sugar and water.6
The search for Martin’s murderer gripped the Wyoming Valley for years and even left many Kingston residents too terrified to venture outside. Pennsylvania authorities never close the cold cases in their archive. In fact, every year, unsolved murders are reopened and reviewed each and every year and Martin’s murder is no different. However, over the forthcoming years following her murder, tips and leads have dwindled significantly and police aren’t hopeful that this case will ever be solved.
|Posted: Wed Apr 11th, 2018 06:03 pm||
A Wisconsin man and woman were sentenced for allegedly having sex in the backseat of a cop car while being driven to jail.
Travis Husnik, 33, and Heather Basten, 29, had been pulled over for drunk driving in Oconto County on Aug. 3, the Green Bay Press Gazette reported Tuesday.
The deputy told the man to pull his pants up and ordered him to sit in the front seat, according to the local paper.
Both parties were charged with lewd and lascivious behavior and disorderly conduct.
"What do I sentence a guy who has sex in squad car to?" Conley asked during sentencing. "I'm getting to be (a) pretty old guy, and I've never seen that situation in my legal life."
SAN DIEGO -- (KSWB) -- A downtown resident beat, raped and strangled a female friend after watching her have sex with another couple, then stuffed her body in a suitcase and put it out with the trash, a prosecutor said Monday, but a defense attorney said her client was "heartbroken'' and "humiliated'' when the woman he loved made fun of his sexual inadequacies.
In his opening statement, Deputy District Attorney Martin Doyle alleged that Joshua Matthew Palmer videotaped himself doing "unspeakable things'' to Shauna Haynes' body after he killed her at the Chadwick Hotel in San Diego on April 5, 2016.
Palmer, 34, then stuffed the 21-year-old victim's body into a suitcase and threw it in a hotel trash bin, Doyle alleged in his opening statement.
The prosecutor said Palmer went out the night of April 4, 2016, and met a woman, Chelsea Shea, who intended to have sex with him back in his room, but the defendant was unable to get aroused.
Haynes and a man she had met that night, Anthony Kern, arrived at Palmer's room and started having sex, and Shea eventually joined in, the prosecutor told the jury. At some point, Palmer sent Haynes a text saying, "I can't watch you have sex with another man.''
Doyle said Palmer got upset and kicked Kern and Shea out, but Haynes -- who worked with Palmer at a downtown restaurant and had a platonic relationship with the defendant -- stayed in the room.
The prosecutor said Palmer went out later on April 5, 2016, telling friends how proud he was of the "foursome'' he was in earlier.
he trash bin containing the victim's body was never picked up and two men saw the suitcase with what they thought were body parts sticking out and called 911, Doyle said.
The prosecutor said Palmer should be convicted of murder and murder during a rape, murder during sodomy and murder during a rape by an instrument. He faces life in prison without parole if he's found guilty.
Deputy Public Defender Katie Belisle said Palmer was "humiliated" when Haynes said "He can't get it up!" as she had sex with a random man she had just met.
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