u/Dont_lookbehind

A Second Arrest Has Been Made In The Disappearance Of Donna Keogh (April, 1998)
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A Second Arrest Has Been Made In The Disappearance Of Donna Keogh (April, 1998)

On July 4th, 2026 police announced they had made a second arrest in the April 28th, 1998 disappearance of 17 year old Donna Keogh. Keogh went missing from Middlesbrough, England and at the time investigators who looked into her disappearance strongly suspected she was likely murdered. Despite a 28 year long investigation to this day Keogh’s body has still not been found. The case was relooked into in both 2000 and 2002 after the cases of Vicky Glass and Rachel Wilson occurred and were being investigated.

The investigation had a huge update when on March 31st of 2026 a first arrest was made that of a 64 year old man from the Leeds area on suspicion of murder. They also announced a second arrest had been made in her disappearance this time a 62 year old Manchester man who was arrested on Friday the 3rd also on suspicion of murder. Investigators in this case have focused their investigation in the past few months on the Leeds area which Keogh had traveled to in 1998 prior to her disappearance.

In a recent interview following the arrest investigators have said they suspect her murder occurred shortly after she disappeared. The 62 year old suspect is currently being interviewed by officers while the investigation continues. They have also asked those with information in her disappearance to come forward and speak with officers.

Sources:

https://www.reddit.com/r/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/bik8z6/the\_murder\_of\_3\_girls\_in\_middlesbroughuk\_donna/?solution=b22d0eda1eb2f988b22d0eda1eb2f988&js\_challenge=1&token=7afd7253fec22262ff1c52b1703fe9ece0643629d76b41f2639ad1abefa53cdd&jsc\_orig\_r=

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c70yv87x8kqo

https://news.sky.com/story/man-arrested-over-suspected-murder-of-donna-keogh-17-whose-body-was-never-found-13526363

https://www.hellorayo.co.uk/greatest-hits/teesside/news/second-man-arrested-in-connection-with-the-murder-of-donna-keogh

u/Dont_lookbehind — 9 hours ago
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Mother drops her son off at an alleged friend's house; He is never seen again, and his cellphone data provides some concerning info regarding his last moves- Where is Robert Alexander "Alex" Easterling? (2022)

Hello everyone! As always, thank you for all your comments and votes under my last post about the Middlesex County John Doe- I hope that he will be identified soon.

Today I'd like to highlight a disappearance case.

BACKGROUND

Robert Alexander "Alex" Easterling was 30 when he went missing from Pickens, Mississippi, USA.

One article noted that he was a "young father", but no details were given about this part of his life.

DISAPPEARANCE

Alex was last seen on the 20th of April at 8:15 PM on Stockyard Road in Pickens. His mother, Ashley E Martin, had picked Alex from jail and then dropped him off at his acquaintance’s house at Alex's request. Alex's mother had a bad feeling about the place one they arrived, and later described it as a "chop shop".

Before he left, Alex asked his mother to text him when she comes home, so that he'd know that she returned safely. Ashley kept her promise and both called and texted Alex, but recieved no reply. When there was still no word back from Alex by the next morning, Ashley knew that something was wrong.

After Alex was reported missing, Ashley learned how to analyze phone data from a friend who was involved in law enforcement. According to that data, Alex was on his friend's porch, and then, minutes later, the phone appeared to stay in one spot. According to the interpretation of data from Alex's phone, he then ran off the back porch and "fell flat"- the next phone ping was sent at 12:23 AM, and it came from across the street from the friend's residence.

A search party with dogs was meant to search the friend's property, but the friend revoked his permission after he initially granted it. It doesn't seem like any physical clues were found during the search.

CONCLUSION

The info I'll give below comes from Alex's websleuths.com thread from a user claiming to be Ashley. This user has not been verified, so we can't be 100% sure that it is indeed Ashley, but I still found the details provided notable enough to include. Approach these with a grain of salt.

  • Alex was in jail due to an outstanding warrant in Hinds County from 2020 for Grand Larceny. He was arrested on the 16th of February. His charge was reduced to a misdemeanor and Alex was released on Pretrial Intervention Program (PTI).
  • Alex has struggled with substance abuse issues for a few years before he went missing. His larceny charge was a result of that.
  • Ashley didn't know it at the time, but the house she dropped Alex at belonged to a known drug dealer. She said that the place looked "shady" and like "a junk yard with old cars everywhere, high wooden fencing, flood lights, etc".
  • An officer went to the friend's house on the 22nd to talk to him about Alex's disappearance. The friend claimed that Alex did come by that evening and that the two talked on the porch. Alex allegedly asked the friend to give him some phone numbers, as he had a brand new phone with no new contacts. The friend allegedly went inside to grab his phone, and when he returned, Alex was gone. When Ashley's father went to talk with the friend a bit later on the 22nd, he said that he went inside to put on a t-shirt, and when he came back, Alex was gone. Even later on the 22nd, a deputy came by to the friend to talk about Alex- the friend claimed that he went in to grab a cigarette, and when he came back, Alex was gone. The friend gave three slightly different versions of the story overall. He hasn't been questioned by the police in an official capacity (at least by the 12th of July 2022, no idea if that has changed since).
  • The area where Alex went missing at was looked through using drones and sniffer dogs at the 27th and 28th of April 2022. The friend had denied them access to the property at first, but then changed his mind. The dogs immediately hit Alex's scent and lead the handlers from the front gate straight to the front porch. The dogs then tried to lead the handlers to the back of the house, but the friend said that Alex "didn't go back there" and didn't want to let them through. A deputy was called during the search, but once he arrived at the property, he didn't even exit his car and didn't acknowledge Ashley, her husband, or her father, who were also at the scene.

The friend who owned the house that Alex was last seen at is considered a person of interest.

There is a $10,000 reward for any info in Alex's case.

Robert Alexander "Alex" Easterling was 30 when he went missing and would be 34 now. He is a white man, 5' 9" (69 Inch / 175 cm) and 160 lbs (73 kg). He has brown hair and hazel eyes. He has a large cross tattoo on his back. He wast last seen wearing a black t- shirt with a white Egyptian design on the front, blue jeans, and military style boots.

If you have any info about Alex's whereabouts, contact the Holmes County Sheriff's Department at (662) 834-1511 (case number 289622-HSO).

SOURCES:

  1. wlbt.com
  2. breezynews.com
  3. wlbt.com
  4. wjtv.com
  5. NamUS.gov

Alex's websleuths.com thread

u/AlfredTheJones — 21 hours ago
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Strange photo taken at a grave in Papua New Guinea. Can anyone explain what looks like a hand?

This photo was taken in Papua New Guinea and posted on Facebook about a week after a man buried his wife.

While looking through the photo, I noticed something unusual. On the man's left shoulder/neck area, there appears to be what looks like an adult hand with what seems to be red nail polish.

It could simply be his daughter's hand wrapped around his neck from behind, but the shape, texture, apparent size, and what looks like red-painted fingernails make it resemble an adult woman's hand to me.

I also noticed that the lighting and shadows seem consistent with the rest of the photo, so it didn't immediately strike me as an obvious editing artifact.

I'm not claiming this is paranormal or that it's proof of anything. I'm genuinely interested in hearing what others think. Is this just an optical illusion, perspective, the child's hand, or do you see something unusual as well?

Note: The image doesn't belong to me. It's going viral in my country.

*I have also reached out to the person pictured for his account, await his reply and will update this post accordingly.

u/Dont_lookbehind — 21 hours ago
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My Little Girl Is Growing Up

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m back!”

I reached down to pick up my daughter Irina at the school bus stop right after she climbed down. She just started kindergarten, and I still missed having her at home every day. 

“How was your first day, sweetheart?”

“Awesome! I met a bunch of other kids, and we colored in coloring books, and we had recess, and we had nap time, and the teacher gave us cookies!”

Cookies?” I asked with an exaggerated face. “She let you have cookies?

“Yes! Chocolate chip! I had two!”

“Did you bring me one?” I asked, wearing my best hopeful face. 

“No, Daddy. There weren’t any left - we ate them all!”

“Oh, well, I guess that’s ok then. So I can eat all the cookies at home, then?”

“No, Daddy!” she replied, giggling. “Those are mine, too!”

“Ah,” I said, buckling her into her car seat. “I guess you do deserve lots of cookies - you are a kindergartener, now, after all.”

“Yes I am!” she squeaked excitedly as I drove us home. She was so smart - maybe she’d be a doctor like her mother. 

We arrived home and Irina ran off to put away her things. When she came back, I put on her favorite after school cartoon while she got settled on the sofa. 

“PAW Patrol!” she screamed, clapping her hands excitedly and singing. “PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol, We’ll be there on the double…”

As she sang and giggled, I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was perfect. I think back to the time before I had her and it’s like it was another life. A lesser one. 

After a couple of episodes, she turned to me. 

“I’m hungry, Daddy!”

“What would you like, honey?”

“Can we have macaroni and cheese?”

“We’ve had macaroni and cheese three times this week already, sweetheart.”

She gave me the adorable pout I can never say no to. “But I really want it. Please, Daddy?” 

The puppy dog eyes get me every time. “Alright, sweetheart. But you have to eat some veggie sticks too, ok?”

“Yay!” she said, going back to her cartoon while I made the food. When it was ready, she climbed into her chair. “Let’s eat, Daddy!”

As she began to eat her macaroni (and I ate the pasta I’d made for myself), I thought back to that day years ago. My wife and I had been so excited to have our first child. We’d done everything - set up a nursery, taken classes, put in for maternity and paternity leave (me from the bank and her from her elementary school), everything recommended in the parenting books. When Jill’s contractions had started, we’d rushed to the hospital, looking forward to greeting our child. 

Then things had started to go wrong. Prolonged labor. Excessive bleeding. The baby presenting abnormally. Crashing blood pressure. Fetal distress. The doctors had said they did everything they could. The baby’s vitals had started getting better. But Jill’s hadn’t. 

Then she was gone. 

I was devastated. It was like my world had ended, because it had. But I had to keep going. It’s what Jill would have wanted. 

And now, five years later, things had started to feel normal again. My daughter (who I’d named Irina because Jill loved the name) was thriving. I was starting to feel normal. I’d even thought about dating again, though I’d likely wait until Irina was older. I wouldn’t say all was right with the world, but things were better. And I planned to make sure they stayed that way. 

The next morning, I dropped Irina off at the bus stop. 

“Have a great day, sweetheart!”

“You have a great day too, Daddy! I love you!”

I waved at her until the bus was out of sight. Then I drove to a long term parking lot and, making sure I wasn’t on camera, parked, got out, and took another car that I’d previously stored there. I drove three hours out of the city to a small town I’d identified in advance. From there, I went to a random out-of-the-way mailbox that I’d chosen because there were no cameras nearby and dropped off a letter. Finally, my goal accomplished, I drove the three hours back to the lot, cleaned my decoy car of fingerprints and DNA, switched back to my jeep, and drove back to town. 

As I sat at home that night, Irina asleep in her bed upstairs, I imagined my target opening my letter. 

“Hello, again. I bet you’ve missed me. My daughter turned five earlier this month. She had a very happy birthday, with cake and lots of presents. She was so thrilled. You should have seen her. 

“Oh, was that insensitive? I don’t regret it. Speaking of regrets, do you regret going to work that night straight from the bar? Scrubbing into the operating room with your faculties still impaired? Cutting open my wife with unsteady hands? Perhaps if you’d been sober, she would have lived. We’ll never know; your colleagues on the hospital review board made sure you were cleared and no real investigation took place. But I do know this - since you took my family from me, it’s only fair that I took yours from you. I hope you hurt every time you remember finding your husband’s bloody, dismembered body in the park and your child missing. Then you’ll know how I felt. So enjoy these letters, knowing that they’re the only contact you’ll ever have with your daughter again. She doesn’t even remember you. Maybe one day, I won’t, either. 

“See you next year.”

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u/CBenson1273 — 21 hours ago
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My girlfriend’s art is starting to make me uncomfortable

My girlfriend has always been a creative type. When we first started talking, it seemed like the conversation would always shift towards either sketching, drawing, or painting.

I found it admirable. I loved that she had something that meant so much to her. Something she could be passionate about. The more time went on, the more that passion grew.

It wasn’t until we started dating that she felt comfortable enough to show me her work, though. I love her more than anything in the world, but good lord, I hate to say it… she was not good.

Her shades were off. Her lines were crooked. Her portraits bordered on stick figures.

Of course, I didn’t want to let on exactly what I thought of what she was showing me, but I can only pretend so much.

That’s the thing, though, any time I offered her advice, she’d just get so defensive. She was just so convinced that she was gonna be “the next big thing” in the art world.

I wanted her to succeed. Of course I wanted her to succeed. But in order to do that, she just had to listen to me. I’m not an artist myself, but even as just an everyday Joe Shmoe, I could still see where she was falling short.

I’d nudge her. Critique her in the nicest possible way I could muster. And it only led to her becoming more closed off with her work.

Unfortunately, the more closed off she became with her work, the more closed off she became in general. It was like her main talking point. And here I was, feeling like an asshole for taking that away from her.

I tried apologizing to her and explaining that I was just trying to help her, but she’d just keep that same blank expression on her face.

“I’ll try to get better for you.”

That’s all she’d tell me.

I wanted to believe her, but it seemed like she wasn’t even trying anymore. I never saw her sketching. I never saw her drawing. I never saw her painting.

It created this friction in our relationship that made every situation feel tense. We didn’t even argue. We’d just try and converse awkwardly before we both went back to our phones.

At the peak of her withdrawal, that’s when she started taking classes. She didn’t seem excited about it. She didn’t seem eager to be better. She seemed like she was doing it out of spite. Like she was defeated but ready to prove me wrong.

She’d be gone 3 days a week from 5 PM to 10 PM, and after about a month of this, she started bringing home her work.

She never showed it to me.

I’d just find colorful canvases hanging up around the house. In the kitchen. In the living room. Hell, even the bathroom had a few.

She had definitely been improving. Her lines were straighter. Her shades were more on point. Her paintings wowed me rather than making me force out a fake smile or a “that’s so good, honey!”

At first, she was bringing home paintings of landscapes. Mountain ranges. Ocean horizons. Forests.

Then it turned into infrastructure. Castles. Mansions. Shacks and sheds.

Then it was people. The most detailed portraits she had ever produced. Her mom. Her dad. Her teacher from class.

I wish that’s where it would’ve stopped. She had proved me wrong. She had convinced me. She had nothing else to prove. But it didn’t stop there. She couldn’t have just been happy with the progress she had made.

I came home from work one day to find the first painting she had done of me personally. It had been hung up along with the dozens of other random paintings in our living room. I saw it and immediately became sick to my stomach.

It was me just… disassembled. My head was in one part of the canvas. My legs and arms sprawled out across the painting, with the most gruesome depictions of gore I had ever seen her produce.

I heard her humming to herself in our bedroom.
I approached her carefully as she sketched wildly in her sketchbook.

“Honey,” I whispered. “Why did you do that painting of me?”

Continuing to hum without even looking up from her sketchbook, she responded, “Eh, just how I was feeling today,” as she continued scribbling on her page.

In the weeks that followed, more and more pieces began to pop up around the house. Each one depicting different versions of my death.

She never seemed angry or agitated. She just seemed distant. Distant but at peace, and that’s the part that hurts me.

She seemed to have this obsession with dismemberment. In every piece, I was dismembered in some way or another. Held together by wires. Forced to be a scarecrow. One showed me to be ornaments strewn about a Christmas tree.
At this point, there’s at least a dozen of them. But that’s not the part that concerns me.

What concerns me is that I’ve been waking up with outlines drawn around the circumference of my legs and arms. My neck and torso. Like she’s figuring out a design.

She always denies any involvement whenever I question her, but who else could it be? Does she think that I’ll believe I’m just doing this to myself?
I don’t know what to do.

I just wanted her to be the artist I knew she could be.

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u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago
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Theory about murder of coplayer on DoKomi convent.

I did some research about the person that sadly died. And I’ve reached a few conclusions. I don’t want to cast blame right away or claim that’s exactly how it happened. However, I do have suspicions about the killer. I discovered that the person who was killed is @/Homurcia—the same username used on TikTok and Twitter. Of course, I first made sure it was the right person, and yes—the tattoo on the arm matches, as do the piercing and facial structure. I found that she did her Alastor tatoo in 2024 and showed on Twitter.

While watching her TikToks, I noticed that she only films with one person—her girlfriend Kira, who goes by the nickname @/yukira.707 online. I noticed Homurcia’s description – “Living our happy sugar life♡” We’re together forever, @/yukira.707."

I naturally went to the profile of said yukira and it’s private, but she has almost 30k likes. The only comments under Homurcia’s TikTok is by said Yukira, that said that her girlfriend was going by the name – Yuki May. She identified her girlfriends corpse.

Let’s start from beginning. They both are from Poland, but they got together when one of them was underage. The younger girl’s mother didn’t allow to be in the relationship, so they both ran away to Germany. Their relationship is strange… very strange.

For a long time, they had promised each other they would commit a double suicide—that this was how they wanted to leave this world.

They used to say that Happy Sugar Life ending was “them.” And what does that ending look like? One person sacrifices themselves for the other, leaving the survivor to live on, traumatized.

I checked the location of the convention, and the distance to the place where the body was found amounts to an eight-hour journey. And that's where I begin to be suspicious of yukira.

Homurcia's last Twitter post was on May 31st—the final day of the convention, and the day she likely died. I thought on the beginning that it is a murder motivated by transphobia and hatred of cosplay, but I think I was wrong, why would someone go after her for 8 hours? And I don't it's coincidence. Espiecially when I read through Homurcia's post on X. They are in the attachment, but I'll bring the most important here with qoute
"I'm so happy she's enjoying her birthday today and I'm glad she likes the cake I made <3
Creating our last memories before I will be gone ♡ only few days left :(" - May 26 2026.

Not only, she had mental problems, beacuse of hard time to accept herself born into wrong body but also I noticed that in almost every post she was saying something about death, resting together and etc. Her love for Kira wasn't unnoticable. Sadly I think it got a bit too obsessive, they both have their own mental problems, they were taking drugs.
The love Homura had for Madoka from her favourtie anime also unhealthy and obsessive, is that a reason for this cosplays? Or the ending of "Happy Sugar Life?"

I noticed also the post that She made, i am sadly not sure where. Homurcia is talking there about merging souls with Kira to live together through her and then when she dies they both will reincarnate and have happy childhoods and lives.

I think it can be her girlfriend's doing that, beacuse they both agreed on it. But it is very suspicious because of things Homurcia was talking about. Their unhealthy way to see things, that their relationship is here to save them and reincarnate together. Such strong words with things from Twitter. She knew when she's gonna die. The question is how no one noticed it? And if her girlfriends is truly her killer.

What do you guys think about this?

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u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago
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Any luck on finding John Doe 41

John Doe 41 off of the ECAP (Endangered Child Alert Program) with the FBI has been one of the cases that has plagued my mind as of recent. For those who don't know the FBI's ECAP is a list of child sex offenders who were found in videos or images of CSAM. Their photos are cropped and often very limited to hide the faces of the victims. One case that has been going since 2008 I believe finally got resolved (John Doe 5). and I believe there is a chance these people can be identified if it was more wide spread. Theres been a post about him here before but I was wondering if anyone new potentially had information about him? I tried reverse image searching him but not much came up. Is there anywhere I could potentially cross post this for better chances. I think all of the people on the list deserve to be arrested for these crimes, this is just one that has "captivated" me unfortunately.

https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/ecap/unknown-individual---john-doe-41

Edit: I know the soap or face cream and mouthwash in the video have been identified, but they aren't local or regional and can't be pinned to a specific area.

u/Armed_phrog — 3 days ago
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The Two Sisters Who Nailed Themselves Inside a Texas Farmhouse in 1938 - and Were Found Sitting at the Kitchen Table 43 Years Later

I've been researching obscure historical cases for a while now, and every once in a while I stumble across something that refuses to leave my mind.

This is one of those stories.

It's about Augusta and Lenore Hartley, two sisters who lived in rural Texas. According to the records, they sealed themselves inside their farmhouse in December of 1938.

And then they never came back out.

Not for 43 years.

The part that first caught my attention wasn't even what happened inside the house—it was how the house was finally discovered.

In January of 1981, two state troopers were sent out to the property for what was supposed to be nothing more than a routine welfare check. A utility worker had noticed something strange: the farmhouse was still drawing electricity.

Month after month.

Year after year.

For more than four decades.

Even stranger, someone had been paying those utility bills the entire time through automatic payments from a bank account that had been opened back in 1937.

When the troopers arrived, they quickly realized something wasn't right.

The front door had been nailed shut from the inside.

Not just locked.

Nailed shut with dozens of nails.

Every window had been boarded from within, and the cellar entrance had been filled with concrete.

Whoever had done it clearly had no intention of leaving.

After finally forcing their way inside, the officers found Augusta and Lenore sitting quietly at the kitchen table.

Their hands were folded.

They appeared completely aware of what was happening.

Almost as if they had been expecting someone to arrive.

When one of the officers asked why they had never left the house, Augusta reportedly looked directly at him and answered with just one sentence.

"We were protecting all of you."

Out of everything I've read about this case, that's probably the line that stayed with me the most.

According to the information I found, the official report was 11 pages long before it was sealed by the county within just 72 hours.

Three historians later verified the Hartley family death records going all the way back to 1779.

Every recorded date matched.

Every death was confirmed against public records.

There are also reports that one of the responding troopers left law enforcement less than six months later.

The other, who reportedly hadn't attended church in over twenty years, suddenly began going three times a week.

Neither of them ever publicly spoke about what they saw inside that kitchen.

I've spent quite a bit of time trying to gather everything I could find on this case and put it together into one place because there are a lot of details that don't fit into a single Reddit post.

If you're interested, here's the full breakdown:

https://youtu.be/SGJsP_jwgWU

I'd really like to hear what other people think about this one. Whether you believe it's an overlooked historical case, a local legend that grew over time, or something else entirely, I'm curious to hear your perspective.

u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago
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The 1979 murder of Norma Page, and the 31 year search for her killer

Located just south of Orlando, the town of St. Cloud was a quiet community with a small population in 1979, making the sudden violence that struck on the afternoon of June 21 all the more shocking. Norma, a 28-year-old wife of a local Nazarene minister Jim Page, was home alone with her young sons. Norma was from West Virginia, and was close with her sisters. She adored her two young sons, 4-year-old Adam and 2-year-old Steve.

Norma was known to be cautious and had installed extra locks on the inside of her doors to keep strangers out. Despite these precautions, a motorist recalled seeing a stranger follow Norma through her back door as she tried to close it in his face. It remains unknown why this witness seemingly did not report the scene to authorities.

The intruder overpowered her, forcing Norma and her boys into the family car to cash a $213 check at a local bank before returning to the church parsonage. Once back at the home, the attacker locked the children in a room before beginning his assault. Her four-year-old son later escaped to a neighbor's house, screaming that a man with a gun was hurting their mother, leading police to a horrific scene where Norma was found nude, bound to a bed, and stabbed over 30 times in what investigators described as a thrill killing.

The stranger vanished, and for thirty-one years, the case went cold. The initial investigation was deeply flawed. The St. Cloud Police Department had not investigated a murder in more than twenty years. The police chief left town the very next day for a statewide meeting, leaving an officer in charge who had never handled a homicide. The chief even resorted to consulting psychics from a local spiritualist camp for leads, and it took weeks before the department finally asked for help from the local sheriff's office and other neighboring agencies. Despite these early missteps, the department made one crucial decision that eventually paid off: they meticulously collected and properly preserved the biological evidence left behind by the killer.

In 2010, this decades-old evidence was analyzed using modern forensic capabilities, submitted to a national database, and yielded a definitive match. The killer was identified as Steve Bronson, an individual from a prominent local family, who had completely evaded suspicion in 1979. Bronson was a highly violent offender who had already spent over twenty years in some of the toughest prisons in Florida and California for various crimes, including kidnapping, rape, and an armed shootout with deputies. Steve apparently went by the name “Nancy Sue”. Their time incarcerated was marred by severe abuse, leading them to file a federal lawsuit alongside other inmates against the state. A magistrate sided with Bronson and the other plaintiffs who sued over corruption and sexual violence at Glades Correctional Institution. The magistrate recommended $30,000 in damages for Bronson, who stated that they were repeatedly raped and that for him, prison was "like a slave market.” Despite this history of victimization in the penal system, their own capacity for violence was undeniable. When confronted with the irrefutable DNA evidence in 2010, Bronson confessed to the 1979 murder, callously telling investigators they simply "went crazy" on the young mother.

However, the elation of an arrest quickly deteriorated into profound anguish for Norma's family. They had hoped to see the aging offender face trial, but that would not be the case. Bronson, now in his 60s, had suffered progressive, untreatable brain damage and paralysis from multiple strokes over the preceding decade. Over a series of agonizing court hearings, multiple medical experts testified that Bronson was legally incompetent to stand trial due to his severely deteriorated physical and mental state. Their defense attorneys requested the first-degree murder charge be dropped so they could be moved to a nursing home. In June 2012, following an appeals court ruling, a judge ordered Bronson's release from the county jail, and they were transferred to a nursing home in St. Petersburg, Florida. While public records do not readily confirm their exact date of death following this transfer, Norma's family was left with the agonizing reality that an innocent mother's killer would spend his final days living in comfort and receiving professional medical care instead of answering to a jury for death.

This case has not received substantial attention over the decades. Surprising this never caught the attention of a “48 Hours” or the like. This write up was sourced with archival newspaper articles. I hope that Norma’s family has found some relief in knowing the identity of her killer, even if they received little justice. RIP Norma Page.

u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago
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Attleboro woman pleads not guilty to murder in newborn son’s 1985 death

A woman has been charged with the murder of her newborn son more than 41 years ago in Mansfield, Massachusetts. Dianne Curry Peck, 59 has pleaded not guilty to a murder charge Tuesday and was released on $10,000 bail. She is going to have a huge uphill battle in court as it was proven to be her baby who was alive and well right after birth only to be left in the freezing winter which lead to his death.

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u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago
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13 yr-old Eric Smith on trial for the 1993 murder of four-year-old Derrick Robie in Savona, New York. He was tried as an adult and sentenced to 9 years to life, later being released in 2022.

u/CarkWithaM — 4 days ago
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Emma Schmidt's demonic possession and exorcism occurred over several decades, culminating in an extensive exorcism that lasted from August 18 to December 23 1928. Her case is considered to be the most abundantly documented cases of possession in the 20th century, including a profile in Time magazine

u/Dont_lookbehind — 4 days ago
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Do you know who killed them?

20 years ago this December, six year old Kira and her mother Heather Radcliffe were murdered, and their house was set on fire. On the morning of December ninth, 2006, in Gainesville, FL, law enforcement were dispatched to a house fire. Inside were the bodies of Kira and Heather. As a child, I was told they died in a house fire and nobody knew who set it. This is not true. Investigators found they were both deceased before the fire was set, most likely an attempt to destroy evidence which, unfortunately, worked. Heather was found shot to death, and possibly sexually assaulted. Kira, most likely hearing the disturbance, was trying to call for help but misdialed, and the killer then strangled her before setting the house on fire. Their dog was also found deceased in their home. Investigators believe this was not a random attack, and the killer knew the victims. This is a person who sexually assaulted a woman and killed her and then killed a little girl trying to save her mother. They need to be caught. This case is very personal to me as my sibling was in the same class with Kira and considered her a good friend. As this December will be the 20 year anniversary with no answers and no justice, I am trying to spread the word about this case as much as I can. The more people know about a cold case, the more likely it is to be solved. And I never hear people talk about this one, it always flies under the radar. Someone out there has to know something. For more info on the case, the podcast “Last Seen Alive” has a more thorough look at the case. If you have any information about who killed Kira and Heather, please contact either the Gainesville police department or the FBI. Thank you

https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/homicides-and-sexual-assaults/heather-and-kira-radcliffe-gainesville-florida

https://lastseenalivepodcast.com/2025/02/24/unsolved-double-homicide-heather-and-kira-radcliffe/

u/Dont_lookbehind — 4 days ago
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LI music teacher accused of strangling sister-in-law to death: authorities

According to prosecutors, Joseph Horner, a 27-year-old Long Island music teacher, allegedly killed his 25-year-old sister-in-law, Victoria Castle, after harboring a sexual obsession with her since 2017. They say he waited until his wife was away on a bachelorette trip, lured Castle upstairs by asking for help moving a piano, then allegedly placed her in a chokehold until she lost consciousness, sexually assaulted her, and called 911 to report that she wasn’t breathing. Castle, a PhD student at Stony Brook University, died at the hospital. Horner has been charged with second-degree murder, pleaded not guilty, and is being held without bail. The allegation that he had desired her since 2017 comes from prosecutors’ statements at his arraignment and has not been proven in court.

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u/Dont_lookbehind — 3 days ago