What is your own mystery? Have you ever been on the receiving end of a crime? If so, what? Did you ever find the perp?

I've posted this twice already I believe, but I'll post again because I'll take all the exposure I can for it (even on an online discussion board haha).

My great great grandfather John Hohman(n), owned and operated mines in the early 1900s stretching from Idaho to Mexico. He also made several trips back east and at one point he and his wife lived in Baltimore, Maryland. My great grandmother was born in 1908 in Baltimore and, because her mother and sister had moved to Pittsburgh to work and her father was out west she was placed in the care of a neighbor and family friend, and eventually she was placed in an orphanage.

After being placed in the care of the neighbor, my great grandmother never saw her father, mother, or sister ever again. After she got married and left the orphanage she hired a private detective who was unable to find them, but was able to verify that my great grandfather was indeed alive as late as the 1930s.

The upshot of all of this is that we have no idea what happened to my great great grandfather, my great great grandmother (Rebecca) and their other daughter (Gladys). Obviously they are all passed away by now, but we have no idea when or where they died or even their family history. Because of the timing and location of the footlocker case I have toyed with the idea that maybe my great great grandfather was the skeleton that was found in the footlocker. Also, in light of the lady that was found in South America dead in her house decades after she died I though maybe something similar happened to him.

What disturbs us greatly is that the family seems to have left my great grandmother to languish in an orphanage (and in those days orphanages were really bad) and we have no idea why. At one point my great grandmother literally begged my mother to find her sister and the fact that we haven't is very disappointing to us.

This might seem like an absolutely insane question, but have you ever tried the Mormon church? I used to work with a lady that had done extensive research on her family. At that time, she was collecting Italian records on their movements around Italy prior to them coming to America.

Anyway, I guess it's a requirement in the Mormon church to know your family history and several of their churches have genealogical libraries. The staff there are extremely helpful and knowledgeable on how to research your family, at least in my case. It was free and the only fee they had were for copies. They can show you how to get records about your family or tell you places to look for more info.

Also, my main fear about going to their library was if they would try to convert me or not. I enjoy my own faith and respect theirs, but I'm happy where I am. They were really great and only helped me with tracing my family.

Hope this helps!

I had a great uncle (brother to my grandmother) who was an amateur boxer back in the day, and he moved away to Florida with a woman sometime in the 80's. The woman called one of my grandmother's siblings (she had eight) to let them know that he had died, and his body was cremated. That was really the only "proof" that he was actually dead, was this phone call. He never was known to be sick at all, and his ashes were allegedly dumped in the Chesapeake Bay. But no one related to him ever witnessed his cremation, or his ashes being spread in the Bay, and other than the one phone call, there was never any other indication that he was dead. It was always speculated through our family that he never really died, and just wanted to start a new life with this woman in Florida. He's probably dead by now, but it's always been a kind of "mystery" in our family.

This might seem like an absolutely insane question, but have you ever tried the Mormon church? I used to work with a lady that had done extensive research on her family. At that time, she was collecting Italian records on their movements around Italy prior to them coming to America.

Anyway, I guess it's a requirement in the Mormon church to know your family history and several of their churches have genealogical libraries. The staff there are extremely helpful and knowledgeable on how to research your family, at least in my case. It was free and the only fee they had were for copies. They can show you how to get records about your family or tell you places to look for more info.

Also, my main fear about going to their library was if they would try to convert me or not. I enjoy my own faith and respect theirs, but I'm happy where I am. They were really great and only helped me with tracing my family.

Hope this helps!

Yup. My mom tried this in the 1980s and again in the early 2000s. They were and still are very nice people and very helpful. Unfortunately nothing turned up.

Back in the early 1980s my mom got the only lead she was ever able to get. An elderly lady (then in her late 80s) had been married to a man who was on the board of the mining company my great great grandfather had owned. She told my mother that she had photos, and papers of all sorts pertaining to the company and that my mother could have them. Unfortunately, the lady lived in Pittsburgh and my mom, who didn't drive, lived in Baltimore. Not a single one of my mother's relatives would drive her, and my mom soon lost contact with the lady because her (the elderly lady) phone got disconnected because she had money problems, and now obviously she has passed away.

In a final cryptic note, my great great grandmother and great great grandfather both corresponded with the neighbor who took care of my great grandmother until she placed in the orphanage. My great grandmother was given these letters when she became an adult. However the first page of one of the letters as well as a pamphlet that was enclosed with the letter were missing, the neighbor told my great grandmother that she had burned them long ago. And even on her deathbed the neighbor would not reveal to my great grandmother what was on that page and in that pamphlet.

10 years ago, my friend's older brother went missing and has never been seen since. No trace of him has ever been found, and the cops never even had a good lead in any direction. One of those "dissapeared out of thin air" types things. I know where his car was left wasnt the nicest area to be walking around in at night, although I have a feeling the car was left there by someone else...again no evidence of this though. My best guess is that he owed someone money, was killed for it and the body was dumped somewhere.

Here's more info

http://www.charleyproject.org/cases/u/urciuoli_anthony.html

10 years ago, my friend's older brother went missing and has never been seen since. No trace of him has ever been found, and the cops never even had a good lead in any direction. One of those "dissapeared out of thin air" types things. I know where his car was left wasnt the nicest area to be walking around in at night, although I have a feeling the car was left there by someone else...again no evidence of this though. My best guess is that he owed someone money, was killed for it and the body was dumped somewhere.

Here's more info

http://www.charleyproject.org/cases/u/urciuoli_anthony.html

Not to put this in a disparaging manner, but isn't it more likely that if this was an actual crime and not someone looking to start a new life, that the reasons be more related to a drug deal gone wrong or a sexual encounter that went bad? I say this because the charley project site says that he was a server.

Now obviously being a server doesn't mean that he was either a drug user or gay. But there are significant number of gay male servers and it's an open secret that the fact that most restaurants and bars don't screen for drugs is why a number of people seek employment in that career field.

Those two scenarios seem more probable than him being done in by somebody that he possibly owed money. Why do I say that? Because people are far more likely to assault you for owed money than kill you. You can't pay if you are dead.

I dont wanna get into details about his personal life (at least the things that I know, which I'm sure is only a small percentage) but my theory of him maybe owing money to someone can be tied into drugs or a specific drug deal "gone wrong" type thing.

I can say based on the knowledge I have about him, the sexual encounter theory is highly unlikely....but the drug deal theory is very likely especially when you take into consideration the area of town his car was left is quite shady and is a known area of crime and drugs. Its def not an area I'd be parking my car at night and wandering around. Heck, if I had to drive down that street at night I'd make sure my doors were locked.

I dont wanna get into details about his personal life (at least the things that I know, which I'm sure is only a small percentage) but my theory of him maybe owing money to someone can be tied into drugs or a specific drug deal "gone wrong" type thing.

I can say based on the knowledge I have about him, the sexual encounter theory is highly unlikely....but the drug deal theory is very likely especially when you take into consideration the area of town his car was left is quite shady and is a known area of crime and drugs. Its def not an area I'd be parking my car at night and wandering around. Heck, if I had to drive down that street at night I'd make sure my doors were locked.

Ok. While it's certainly possible that this could have been a deal gone "wrong" or money that was owed, why wasn't a body found? Or why wasn't his body found in the car? Or why was any evidence (e.g. the car) found?

There aren't many reasons for drug dealers to kill someone and then not leave the body where they committed that act or simply hide both body and any evidence (in this case a vehicle) where it neither would be easily found.
Finding a car, w/o a body or evidence of violence, is usually a sign of personal abandonment or the vehicle's owner being lured or forced away from their vehicle. That's usually not the MO for drug crimes.

Unfortunately, short of a confession or a body being located w/ ample amounts of evidence or in a place it shouldn't be, this case will probably remain unsolved.

Ok. While it's certainly possible that this could have been a deal gone "wrong" or money that was owed, why wasn't a body found? Or why wasn't his body found in the car? Or why was any evidence (e.g. the car) found?

There aren't many reasons for drug dealers to kill someone and then not leave the body where they committed that act or simply hide both body and any evidence (in this case a vehicle) where it neither would be easily found.
Finding a car, w/o a body or evidence of violence, is usually a sign of personal abandonment or the vehicle's owner being lured or forced away from their vehicle. That's usually not the MO for drug crimes.

Unfortunately, short of a confession or a body being located w/ ample amounts of evidence or in a place it shouldn't be, this case will probably remain unsolved.


You bring up valid points. The whole case is weird to me since the cops literally found nothing. It was if he was there one minute, then gone the next. Knowing him and how close he was to his family, I have a hard time believing he ran off to start a new life. But I certainly have seen enough of these cases to say anything scenario is possible. I just lean more towards the drug deal gone bad theory....but your points about no body and no evidence are very good.

Totally agreed with your last statement.....this case likely remains unsolved.

My grandpa was adopted and didn't have contact with his birth family for many years. He was the baby of a family that didn't have the resources to support another child. As an adult, he was "found" by his birth family, and discovered he lived about 5 miles from one of his brothers, in a city about 10 hours away from the town they were from.

My husband's nephew was murdered in the fall of 2009. As far as I can tell, there's not been much action on the case. He had sold drugs and served time in jail, so he had been in the company of criminals before this happened. Another case where the perpetrators are probably known, but no one will speak up.

Back in the 1940's, my mother shared a dorm suite with three other co-eds- two became great lifelong friends to my mother but the 3rd I'll call 'Sally' was rather aloof to the rest of them. Despite her aloofness, the others did their best to keep touch with her over the years after they graduated. 'Sally' appears to have never married or had children but appearantly was self-supporting. Anyway, about 30 years after they graduated, someone called one of the former dormies and claimed that 'Sally' had committed suicide not too long beforehand and identified herself as (I'll use a pseudonym)' W. Sanrich'- yet the dormie said that this person sounded exactly the same as 'Sally'. None of the dormies was ever able to find anything out about this 'W. Sanrich' including what 'W.' stood for as a first name nor what if any connection to 'Sally' this 'W. Sanrich ' may have had- if these two weren't one and the same - and to this day no one has ever been able to confirm 'Sally's' actual fate. It is believed by the surviving alums that 'Sally' is now dead but the actual time and circumstances of her probable demise remain a mystery.

Here is one, but since I haven't spoken to the person concerned in over 21 years nor am likely to I can't tell you if anything came of it.

I was friends with this person whose great-grandfather disappeared. He was never heard from after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and was presumed killed though his body was never recovered or identified. They always suspected he may have started another family. When the book A Day in the Life of America came out, there was a picture of a young lady either trying on her wedding dress or getting dressed for her wedding who had my friend's last name and looked EXACTLY like her. She exclaimed over the picture several times but I don't know if anyone in the family pursued it or if anything came of it if so.

Here is one, but since I haven't spoken to the person concerned in over 21 years nor am likely to I can't tell you if anything came of it.

I was friends with this person whose great-grandfather disappeared. He was never heard from after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and was presumed killed though his body was never recovered or identified. They always suspected he may have started another family. When the book A Day in the Life of America came out, there was a picture of a young lady either trying on her wedding dress or getting dressed for her wedding who had my friend's last name and looked EXACTLY like her. She exclaimed over the picture several times but I don't know if anyone in the family pursued it or if anything came of it if so.

How old was he when he was presumed to have disappeared? I know it's a long shot but maybe he's the guy my family has been looking for (see my above posts). And what was your friend's last name? We don't think my great great grandfather was ever in California but we really don't know for sure.

After recently speaking to my grandparents, I found out that when my great grandfather died a footlocker was found. Inside it had all sorts of pictures of a woman from France he met and romanced in ww1. My great grandmother was about 13 years younger than my great grandfather. From what was in there it led my family to believe he had a child with this woman during the war.
Before any research could be done my grand uncle threw it all in a burn pile never wishing to know any of it. Bastard.

Since learning of this I am at a loss for words.

How old was he when he was presumed to have disappeared? I know it's a long shot but maybe he's the guy my family has been looking for (see my above posts). And what was your friend's last name? We don't think my great great grandfather was ever in California but we really don't know for sure.

He was married with a family but I don't know his age. The family name was Bernard. The disappearance was from San Francisco, California, 1906, but for the location of the Bernard family in question, you would have to get a copy of A Day in the Life of America and find the bride named Bernard to see where she was then.

Yeah, there was a weird one in my father's family. After a famous shipwreck, family back in the states received a telegram, "Maudie is fine. Me too," signed by this man missing in the shipwreck. They then heard from Maudie that her husband was missing and she presumed him lost in the wreck. The family were very alarmed, having received this telegram. They asked if Maudie could have, in a fit of abstraction (what would now be called dissociation), sent the telegram herself, and she said ABSOLUTELY NOT. Her husband, whose name was signed, was never seen again. Maudie lived for many years not knowing what happened to him. The shipwreck was in the early 20th Century and was not the Titanic. I'm pretty sure it was the Lusitania and the family's name was Blish. I'll see if I can learn more. They don't know if her husband met with foul play after sending the message, changed his mind and skipped out on Maudie, or maybe Maudie whacked him herself. (According to this http://rmslusitania.info/pages/saloon_class/thompson_eb.html Maude sent the telegram, but according to family lore, she didn't and claimed not to know who did. Given what family lore became once passed through my grandfather and father's hands, this could be right, but the story as I heard it is far more dramatic! BTW this happened before Dad was born so I expect Grandpa of having a hand in whatever story if story it be.) Since his fate was (supposedly) uncertain, I wondered if they bothered with a grave marker and if so what it said. Well, here it is: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Thompson&GSfn=Elbridge&GSmn=Blish&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSob=n&GRid=62370817&df=all&

My own unsolved mystery is piddling but persistent. I keep a list of every book I ever read and over the years remembered quite a few plots without author or title. After years of persistence, frequenting libraries, used book stores, and finally the internet, I was able to identify every single book I remembered and every one my mom remembered, but one. That one has been at least eight years on websites devoted to solving such questions. In those years I have solved many other queries and seen many solved by others. One of the longest-running was from a forum member where, as with mine, a long list of "not-it" titles was amassed over years, only to have the query answered by a fly-by-night who visited the forum once! Here is the current thread: http://forums.abebooks.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=abesleuthcom&msg=54.1&maxT=19 There is also one on this site http://www.logan.com/loganberry/stump.html where it can be found on this page http://www.logan.com/loganberry/stump-cd.html under "Dognapping Mystery." The website charges for submitting stumpers but offering solutions is free. I haven't checked it lately but others on the Booksleuth forum do and I'm sure would tell me if it were solved there. Should you choose to join the forum to post your own mystery, please, please heed the advice about making sure you are on the Booksleuth forum (it bounces you back to the Community forum after joining) and using specific descriptions in thread titles!

I had a friend who I grew up with in Houston, lived right down the street from me, we went to the same school, pretty much best friend when we were little kids. His family moved to a small Texas town out west when we were 11 to get away from the crime and to become farmers. My friend was shot and killed when he was 16. Originally his friend said they were cleaning a gun when it went off and accidentally shot my friend in the head. However, in the months after the death, his friend was telling people that he had committed "the perfect murder" and even wrote some stuff about it in a school journal.

This guys family is in their local law enforcement and refuses to reopen the case or investigate it further. My friends family was threatened in the months after his death as well and were forced to move. I haven't heard from his family in 7 or 8 years and I never did want to ask questions about it. Back in 2005 the guy who supposedly shot my friend was arrested on an unrelated charge and has since been released from jail.

I've posted this twice already I believe, but I'll post again because I'll take all the exposure I can for it (even on an online discussion board haha).

My great great grandfather John Hohman(n), owned and operated mines in the early 1900s stretching from Idaho to Mexico. He also made several trips back east and at one point he and his wife lived in Baltimore, Maryland. My great grandmother was born in 1908 in Baltimore and, because her mother and sister had moved to Pittsburgh to work and her father was out west she was placed in the care of a neighbor and family friend, and eventually she was placed in an orphanage.

After being placed in the care of the neighbor, my great grandmother never saw her father, mother, or sister ever again. After she got married and left the orphanage she hired a private detective who was unable to find them, but was able to verify that my great grandfather was indeed alive as late as the 1930s.

The upshot of all of this is that we have no idea what happened to my great great grandfather, my great great grandmother (Rebecca) and their other daughter (Gladys). Obviously they are all passed away by now, but we have no idea when or where they died or even their family history. Because of the timing and location of the footlocker case I have toyed with the idea that maybe my great great grandfather was the skeleton that was found in the footlocker. Also, in light of the lady that was found in South America dead in her house decades after she died I though maybe something similar happened to him.

What disturbs us greatly is that the family seems to have left my great grandmother to languish in an orphanage (and in those days orphanages were really bad) and we have no idea why. At one point my great grandmother literally begged my mother to find her sister and the fact that we haven't is very disappointing to us.

When did the Hohman's leave Baltimore? I've searched the 1910 census and there are several John Hohman's none with a wife Rebecca or with children Gladys. Searching the entire USA in 1910 I find no Gladys or Rebecca Hohmann, or Rebecca Hohman and only one Gladys Hohman, who is too old (born in 1891 in Iowa). What was your Great Grandmother's first name? I can try to look for her and work backwards from there. Also the name of the family she was left with would be helpful.

In the late 80's/early 90's, I joined the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program and was matched with a very sweet girl named Crystal. Last year she went missing and her body was later found in a nearby corn field. She had been strangled at another location and dumped there. Police have made no arrests in the case. I've been a fan of true crime shows for years, including Unsolved Mysteries, but this is the first time I really knew a murder victim. Crystal was only 29 and had two small daughters. I saw her mom last week and the family is still grieving and hoping for some answers.

My great-grandfather vanished when my grandfather was around 5 or 6 years old. The story I got as a child was that he died in WWI which was not possible as my grandfather wasn't born until after WWI ended. We only know that my great-grandmother divorced because he deserted she and my grandfather. I don't know when they were married or divorced. I know his name, but is rather common and really leads nowhere.

My friend once lost a lunchbox at a football field and the people working there were very suspicious and refused to tell anything.

My own unsolved mystery is piddling but persistent. I keep a list of every book I ever read and over the years remembered quite a few plots without author or title. After years of persistence, frequenting libraries, used book stores, and finally the internet, I was able to identify every single book I remembered and every one my mom remembered, but one. That one has been at least eight years on websites devoted to solving such questions.



Those are frustrating aren't they? I've had a few of those book mysteries myself, including one that I still haven't found. Part of the problem is that I was mixing the plot of that unknown book with the plot of another, though I think I have it sorted out now.

This one would be under the solved category, but is definitely reminds me of something off of UM.



I was told of this story when I was around 15, I was living in a lower to middle class area in Pittsburgh (Bellevue and more specifically Forest Ave for people that know) in a duplex. I was maybe a year old and my mom had taken me to the mall for the day. When we returned to our residence, my mom put me upstairs to sleep and she got a knock at the door. My dad is an airline pilot so he was working. My mom answered the door, but didn't open it all the way, and the man was trying to get in the house. My mom said "My husband is upstairs sleeping and he is a pro wrestler." The man left but we found out who he was later on. It turns out he followed my mom all the way from Ross Park Mall to possibly murder her, he was a serial killer that targeted young blond women in the Pittsburgh area. He apparently had murdered up to 10 women already at that point. When police were moving in on him a few weeks later, he committed suicide.

My mom died from cancer 10 years later but I always wondered how effed up that would be if somehow she would have been murdered by that scumbag. I have tried to lookup who this guy is, and have never found out. I may ask my Dad one day, but obviously it is a sensitive issue.

This one would be under the solved category, but is definitely reminds me of something off of UM.



I was told of this story when I was around 15, I was living in a lower to middle class area in Pittsburgh (Bellevue and more specifically Forest Ave for people that know) in a duplex. I was maybe a year old and my mom had taken me to the mall for the day. When we returned to our residence, my mom put me upstairs to sleep and she got a knock at the door. My dad is an airline pilot so he was working. My mom answered the door, but didn't open it all the way, and the man was trying to get in the house. My mom said "My husband is upstairs sleeping and he is a pro wrestler." The man left but we found out who he was later on. It turns out he followed my mom all the way from Ross Park Mall to possibly murder her, he was a serial killer that targeted young blond women in the Pittsburgh area. He apparently had murdered up to 10 women already at that point. When police were moving in on him a few weeks later, he committed suicide.

My mom died from cancer 10 years later but I always wondered how effed up that would be if somehow she would have been murdered by that scumbag. I have tried to lookup who this guy is, and have never found out. I may ask my Dad one day, but obviously it is a sensitive issue.

Do you happen to know around when the guy was caught or when he followed your mom home. I'm close enough to Pittsburgh to do some digging if you want.

Hi, it would have been around 1986, maybe 85 maybe 87, but somewhere in the area. I may end up asking my Dad some details when I talk to him next.

Hi, it would have been around 1986, maybe 85 maybe 87, but somewhere in the area. I may end up asking my Dad some details when I talk to him next.
I am in Pittsburgh and work for the local library system. I will do some digging too and see what I can find out.

That Lusitania site is great. Previously all I knew about this particular survivor was her first name, Maude, and that she was married to someone in the Blish family who perished or disappeared with the Lusitania and were related to my dad's family. She had a fascinating survivor story. http://rmslusitania.info/pages/saloon_class/thompson_maude.html It's very interesting that Blish thought they were torpedoed, but the explosion didn't strike them as an impact. The Lusitania itself is sort of an unsolved mystery, as it's believed the explosion may have actually been from coal dust and they were never torpedoed at all.

But honestly, it is somewhat sad how along with spreading a lot of misinformation, the internet can supply information that torpedoes our most cherished unsolved mysteries. I used to believe all sorts of weird creepy stuff until I started digging around online, and I kind of enjoyed it that way. I had it as absolute gospel from my dad that Maude denied all knowledge of that telegram. Of course, she lived long enough to have talked to him, but as she'd remarried and moved away, I doubt she ever did. And as to Dad and Grandpa's type of "gospel"--just don't ever mention Buffalo Bill to my sister! :lol:

My grandfather, F:

In the late 70's early 80's, things were not going so well for my grandfather and my grandmother, they had 4 children and the economy at home wasnt good.
F, my grandfather, had a niece in Puerto Rico, that nobody knew except for him, that suggested him to move there to improve his life. He agreed. Years later he was successful in the music/entertainment business. He didnt send much money back home but he always sent enough. According to the pictures and letters he had a big house a nice car and was living his dream. He would visit every once in a blue moon, but loved his kids. He was a secretive man, never talked about his life neither gave details of things. He was mysterious. Never talkative.
One day, out of nowhere, a woman called claiming to be his niece and said F was murdered at his house, according to her nothing was stolen, and there were no suspects. Since he never declared to authorities being married or having kids (seems he had a fake identity) she was the only family member and hence the heiress. Also she said she had documents in where he stated that in the event of his death she would be the only heiress. Needless to say my grandmother never saw a single penny, was devastated by the sudden "unexplained" death of her husband. And my family had to pay all the expenses for bringing his corpse back home, because his beloved niece refused to take any responsibility. We never heard from her again, and we never knew what really happened to him on that day.
Is my firm believe that she was implied in the crime.

I have a story.

Many years before I was born, my father ran with a tough crowd. He once told me a story about a friend of his named "Mike" who was ripped off on a heroin transaction. Mike showed up at my father's apartment with a gun ranting and raving about how he was going to confront this drug dealer and demand his money back. He wanted my father to help him, but my father said he didn't want to get involved and declined. Mike went off alone to confront the dealer.

A few days later, Mike's body was fished out of a local river. The coroner ruled Mike's death an accident. However, my father vehemently believes that Mike was murdered. He felt the police didn't diligently investigate Mike's death because Mike was a junkie who had a history of run-ins with the law. Additionally, Mike's rings, jewelry and wallet were missing from his body and never turned up according to his girlfriend. The gun was never found either. Finally, the drug dealer whom Mike was supposed to confront left town after the incident and never returned.

My father has acknowledged that a lot of his friends from those days died of overdoses, suicides, hepatitis or other nefarious causes, but he has always maintained that Mike was murdered and the slipshod investigation permitted the murderer to escape unpunished.

Not sure what to think as this all happened before I was born and I didn't know any of these people, but I want to believe my father.

I have an update on the serial killer that almost got my mom. His name was Gary Robbins and my case happened in 1988, the same year he killed himself. I found only one link below about a law student who had to represent him and he found out later who he was.


I also found out that it was suggested he was killed on the turnpike but reported as "committed suicide".



I was three years out of law school in 1987 when I represented a man named Gary Robbins, who seemed a little excitable and nervous, but who needed to save his house from a Sheriff' Sale.

I met him one time, filed his bankruptcy case and stopped the Sheriff's sale. His case was ultimately dismissed.

Some months later I found out that he was a serial killer who duct-taped his victims, always females, and then raped and strangled them.

His MO was to pose as a door-to-door insurance salesman. He tried it on the wife of a state trooper, who got away and called the police, who chased him onto the PA Turnpike, where he "committed suicide".








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This wasn't an unsolved mystery that personally happened to me, but I was once in E-mail contact with the actor who played John Anglin in the UM Alcatraz segment, who experienced an unsolved-mystery-within-an-unsolved-mystery. He said that the woman from the casting agency that got him the job closed down her so-called "agency", skipped town and completely vanished before he got paid. It would have been wonderfully ironic if she was later wanted on UM for fraud :lol: .

This wasn't an unsolved mystery that personally happened to me, but I was once in E-mail contact with the actor who played John Anglin in the UM Alcatraz segment, who experienced an unsolved-mystery-within-an-unsolved-mystery. He said that the woman from the casting agency that got him the job closed down her so-called "agency", skipped town and completely vanished before he got paid. It would have been wonderfully ironic if she was later wanted on UM for fraud :lol: .

Did he go into any interesting details about the filming process or anything?

can this thread also be used for smaller unsolved mysteries? They are crimes...but not UM worthy lol

Did he go into any interesting details about the filming process or anything?

All he said was that the shoot moved very quickly with a minimum of takes, which is generally how all UM reenactments were done, given how many of them they'd have to shoot in a season. Oh, and it was definitely NOT a pleasant experience for him to climb onto that raft in San Francisco Bay in the middle of the night.

The actor is also a freelance musician who actually recorded a song about the escape from Alcatraz. I had a link to a CD he released, but I'd have to check out through my old E-mails to find it. I also heard the actor who played Frank Morris worked as a postman during the day.

All he said was that the shoot moved very quickly with a minimum of takes, which is generally how all UM reenactments were done, given how many of them they'd have to shoot in a season. Oh, and it was definitely NOT a pleasant experience for him to climb onto that raft in San Francisco Bay in the middle of the night.

The actor is also a freelance musician who actually recorded a song about the escape from Alcatraz. I had a link to a CD he released, but I'd have to check out through my old E-mails to find it. I also heard the actor who played Frank Morris worked as a postman during the day.

Thats what made UM so good at times, having those guys climb into the bay at night added to how things must have looked on the night the Anglins and Morris escaped. That UM airing on Alcatraz got me facsinated with the history of that old prison. Thanks for sharing.

My friend once lost a lunchbox at a football field and the people working there were very suspicious and refused to tell anything.

Why would they want his lunch??

Why would they want his lunch??

Maybe the lunchbox was collectible or they were just cheap so-and-sos who would steal anything.

My bio father was shot and killed in El Salvador when I was a kid. No one was ever apprehended for the crime. To this day, no one know who or why.

When did the Hohman's leave Baltimore? I've searched the 1910 census and there are several John Hohman's none with a wife Rebecca or with children Gladys. Searching the entire USA in 1910 I find no Gladys or Rebecca Hohmann, or Rebecca Hohman and only one Gladys Hohman, who is too old (born in 1891 in Iowa). What was your Great Grandmother's first name? I can try to look for her and work backwards from there. Also the name of the family she was left with would be helpful.

I don't check these forums as often as I used to so I missed this.

I have no idea when any of them left Baltimore. There are letters written from John Hohman to the family friend (Rose Fower) taking care of my great grandmother and from Rebecca to Mrs. Fower dated 1914. So by 1914 Mr. Hohman was definitely in Mexico and Rebecca and Gladys were definitely in Pittsburgh in 1914.

My great grandmother's name was Eleanor Rose Lydia Hyapatia Hohman (yes long name again we have no idea why) but, it's not known whether or not that's her birth name, the orphanage claimed her birth certificate had burned up in a fire (turned out there was no fire though). We also have no idea if Rebecca and John were married, or if Gladys was actually his daughter or not.

Mr. Hohman was at one time president of the Federal Exploration Gold Mines.

My bio father was shot and killed in El Salvador when I was a kid. No one was ever apprehended for the crime. To this day, no one know who or why.

I'm sorry to hear about your father! Did this happen over 20 years ago or what?

Thank you. Actually 32 years ago. He was in San Salvador with my brother, but my brother wasn't with him at the time. My mom speculated that it was just someone wanting to rob him b/c he was American and they thought he might have money on him. I wish I knew what happened.

Thank you. Actually 32 years ago. He was in San Salvador with my brother, but my brother wasn't with him at the time. My mom speculated that it was just someone wanting to rob him b/c he was American and they thought he might have money on him. I wish I knew what happened.

So you think it may have been a random attack? When did your brother find out that he was dead anyway? I'm asking this because maybe the timelines and evidence could help solve your mystery.

Thanks for showing an interest. I was thinking about this more after your last reply b/c it's not something I've ever pursued, however I decided to make it a point to ask my mom a little more about it, to see what she knows.

I think, but am not sure, that my brother was at the hotel and my dad went out for a bit. My biological dad , (that got killed), traveled all over the world as a second mate on a ship but I never knew him that well or what all he did.

As far as how my brother got home and all, this is what I was gonna ask my mom about first, as my brother is somewhat special needs, with mental handicaps. He was 18 at the time.

Obviously, this isn't something my family ever talks about. My folks were divorced shortly after my birth, so some things just don't enter the picture much. But yeah, I think mom and I need to talk about my bio dad some.

Okay, now let's hear your unsolved mystery. I bet you've got one too! :)

I have two:

When I was younger, we lived in a small city in Southern Oklahoma. When I was 12, we moved to Illinois. Just two weeks after we moved, the apartment complex we used to live in was just sprayed with bullets. One man was hit in the leg, and a 2 year-old girl I used to babysit was hit in the stomach. Both survived, but it was never known who shot the place up, or why.

My second one revolves around my old neighbor. They used to live in Pakistan, and they moved here a few decades ago. One day, they came home and found swastikas painted all over the place. We always thought that this white trash family who lived not that far from us was responsible, but it was never proved.

In the late 80's/early 90's, I joined the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program and was matched with a very sweet girl named Crystal. Last year she went missing and her body was later found in a nearby corn field. She had been strangled at another location and dumped there. Police have made no arrests in the case. I've been a fan of true crime shows for years, including Unsolved Mysteries, but this is the first time I really knew a murder victim. Crystal was only 29 and had two small daughters. I saw her mom last week and the family is still grieving and hoping for some answers.
I am so sorry for your loss. As a Big Sister myself, I find this absolutely horrifying.

I found out recently that my paternal grandfather was an adopted child (not likely one of Georgia Tann's, though). Apparently it was an "open secret" in the family, but not often discussed. While this obviously didn't rock my entire world (my grandfather passed away before my third birthday), it is a bit jarring to realize that the ancestors I have researched are not biologically related to me, and that I likely don't share the ethnicity of my highly ethnic last name.

Sometimes I wonder whether I should try to track down his birth record and see what I can find, and sometimes I wonder if--after all this time--it's best to let sleeping dogs lie.

I found out recently that my paternal grandfather was an adopted child (not likely one of Georgia Tann's, though). Apparently it was an "open secret" in the family, but not often discussed. While this obviously didn't rock my entire world (my grandfather passed away before my third birthday), it is a bit jarring to realize that the ancestors I have researched are not biologically related to me, and that I likely don't share the ethnicity of my highly ethnic last name.

Sometimes I wonder whether I should try to track down his birth record and see what I can find, and sometimes I wonder if--after all this time--it's best to let sleeping dogs lie.

Who knows what the best option would be?

I've discussed this before. when I was a little kid my parents and older Brother travelled to Canadia in our '79 Suburban. we were driving at night and hadn't made any stops. (which was rare. I was a Special needs child) but out of the blue it's as if we blinked and we were parked outside the Hotel with the engine running. the only problem was we had hours and hours of driving to go before we had reached our destination.

Now you could say maybe we all fell asleep after arriving at the hotel. but how do you explain those 9 hours of missing time? my parents are still uneasy talking about if after all these years. I still believe something to do day happened to us during that missing time. but I don't know what.

I've discussed this before. when I was a little kid my parents and older Brother travelled to Canadia in our '79 Suburban. we were driving at night and hadn't made any stops. (which was rare. I was a Special needs child) but out of the blue it's as if we blinked and we were parked outside the Hotel with the engine running. the only problem was we had hours and hours of driving to go before we had reached our destination.

Now you could say maybe we all fell asleep after arriving at the hotel. but how do you explain those 9 hours of missing time? my parents are still uneasy talking about if after all these years. I still believe something to do day happened to us druing that missing time. but I don't know what.
CREEPY! :eek:

In November 2008 I started documenting my ghostly encounters on a local ghost hunters page:

So I moved into a new duplex in July and 2 months later my 3rd roomate moved his couches to the basement. Since that point, anytime any of the 3 of us are in the basement ,we hear footsteps above us. One time, we even heard the toliet flush after hearing footsteps walk towards the bathroom. Tonight, the house phone kept ringing one ring, then nothing would follow. We would curse out the "ghost" tell it it was scared to show it self and then the phone would ring once and then nothing. 4 of us witnessed the bizzare happenings. The phone had been fine the whole day otherwise.

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Halloween night, where 8 of us were in the basement and we all heard the steps and the phone was going crazy that night. Ring....White noise....then dialing a random number by itself.
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When I got home at 2 am , almost as soon as I walked in, the phone rang once and again nothing came up on the caller ID. I then cussed at the "ghost", and shut my ringer off.

i have a home phone so I guess I'll have to call time warner and see if they can explain it. The timing of some of the 1 ring calls came from me yelling at the "ghost" to don't be a coward give us a sign!

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My roomate said the "ghost" was walking around so loudly last Saturday, he thought i came home early from work and he was surprised not to find me upstairs. (I wasn't home)

The following Friday, my roomates and I were up til 5 am in the basement playing video games, and I said "I'm going to bed" They made fun of me telling me I had to walk through a dark basement and the ghost was going to get me. As they were teasing, I walked out of the basement's living room and into the dark area and after they finished trying to scare me or whatever, I said "F*ck the ghost" as the word ghost escaped my lips I flipped a light switch and the light bulb popped and the room remained dark. Freaked me out enough that I ran upstairs.

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My roomate was home alone, and laying in bed. His door opened itself. Apparently he called out my name, as he thought I opened the door to tell him something.

Then last night the phone again rang once at 2 am, then a pause then it rang once again. Nothing came up on the caller ID.

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oh by the way we switched phone providers, so its now 2 companies having the same "problem" at our house

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Last night I'm home alone, I went downstairs and grabbed a snack, locked the doors, etc....went back down stairs a little while later and the door leading to the basement was WIDE OPEN...

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My room mate sent me an email this morning...

"I just thought I would let you know that even though I know you were not home around 9pm I heard someone walking in your room above my head while I was watching Dawn of the Dead of all things. So when it stopped after about a minute I left a lil early for work cause I was freaked the fork out!"
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We moved out 2 months after the last note. No issue followed my phone to the next duplex we lived in.

Today I went with my parents and sister and visited my mother's cousin. We just finished dinner and for some reason got on the topic of ghost stories. She told us that while her mom (my great aunt) was pregnant with her, in the 1940s, she and my great uncle had moved into this old house where every night they would hear footsteps above them in the attic. They would go all the way until one spot on the ceiling, so they marked it there. As the weeks went by, other weird things happened, and every night they would hear the footsteps that would stop in the same place. Eventually, they told their neighbor about it and she told them that a woman had died there years earlier and that the police and everyone thought her husband had poisoned her, but they never had enough evidence to arrest him. Well, a few months after they heard the story, with the footsteps still persisting, my great uncle called the police over to look in their attic. They walked and went to the spot where the footsteps had always stopped at night and they noticed the floorboards looked a little weird, so the police officers decided to take out the floorboards and were shocked to discover dozens of bottles of poison!:eek: At the point all of us (all my cousins, aunts and uncles) all shuddered and were shocked. Then we asked my mom's cousin what happened to the husband. She said that he had died so they never could charge him, but at least the woman's spirit was put to rest.:)

This would be along the Lost Loves line, I guess. Just a conversation I overheard long ago but still think of from time to time. About thirty years ago (certainly before Unsolved Mysteries came on) I was in a restaurant in a town thirty miles away from mine when I overheard a conversation from the next table. A man was telling someone with him about how a young woman came over to his house and asked to temporarily leave her baby, a little girl about a year old. A year later she returned and asked whether she could have the baby back. He replied that she certainly could not! The child by then thought that he was her father, his wife and kids were attached to her, and his family had fully claimed her. He told her you don't just dump a kid, go off for a year, then ask for it back. He was taking every step in his power to see if his family could keep the baby--apparently unrelated to them, just a kid a neighbor dropped off. I didn't subscribe to the local paper, if the case ever made it in there, so never learned how it came out...but I never forget his righteous indignation and finders-keepers, possession is nine-tenths of the law attitude!

This would be along the Lost Loves line, I guess. Just a conversation I overheard long ago but still think of from time to time. About thirty years ago (certainly before Unsolved Mysteries came on) I was in a restaurant in a town thirty miles away from mine when I overheard a conversation from the next table. A man was telling someone with him about how a young woman came over to his house and asked to temporarily leave her baby, a little girl about a year old. A year later she returned and asked whether she could have the baby back. He replied that she certainly could not! The child by then thought that he was her father, his wife and kids were attached to her, and his family had fully claimed her. He told her you don't just dump a kid, go off for a year, then ask for it back. He was taking every step in his power to see if his family could keep the baby--apparently unrelated to them, just a kid a neighbor dropped off. I didn't subscribe to the local paper, if the case ever made it in there, so never learned how it came out...but I never forget his righteous indignation and finders-keepers, possession is nine-tenths of the law attitude!

The man is 100% right. What kind of "mother" dumps their kid with some stranger for a year, especially when they're that young? Hopefully, she ended up with his family.

This isn't exactly unsolved (at least to our family) but I wish had been profiled on UM as it took place in that time frame that it was a pretty popular show. This is a very shortened (but still long) version of what happened as its a lengthy and detailed story.

My great-grandmother, Gloria, in 1989 was in her late 60s/early 70s. She was very healthy and active. She traveled and had a spunky personality. In 1989, I was 2 years old. She was a young great grandmother because both my grandmother and my mom married and had children in their early to mid 20s.

In 1989, I lived outside of Boston, MA with my mom and father. My grandmother (Gloria's daughter) was in Europe with my grandfather because his job at GM had him there for a few years during this period. My great grandmother had just relocated to Florida as many older people do. Gloria's other daughter (my grandmothers sister), I cant recall her name off the top of my head but Ill call her Carole had already moved to Florida a few years before. Gloria had her own place there (she was widowed 10 year prior). Gloria let her granddaughter Susie (Carole's daughter which makes her my moms 1st cousin and my grandmothers niece), live with her. At the time, Susie was 19 years old and had tensions living with her mother. She had a boyfriend who her mother didn't like and Susie refused to obey the house rules. Gloria was stern and took no BS but also loved having Susie around. Again, just to be clear, Gloria was a very healthy and active woman. She seemed and acted younger than her age (early 70s, cant remember the exact age).

The last I saw (I don't remember given my age) Gloria before she was killed was about 6 months prior to her death. She came up north to visit. It was a family gathering. Susie and her boyfriend, Christopher came up as well apparently. I was a very social child and loved "performing" in front of my family at 18 months old. When Christopher walked in the room, my mom said, I took one look at him and screamed and ran to my mom. They say kids can have a sense about people and my mom never could shake that. I was a very friendly child who had no shy bone in their body but he apparently made my skin crawl. He was polite and friendly but I would never go near him that night. I like Susie apparently but avoided him at all costs.

Anyways, 6 months later, My great-uncle Don who is Gloria's brother and who lives up north with the rest of the family, could not get through to Gloria in Florida. When he could call, Susie would always answer the phone and said she was sleeping or she was out shopping ect. This went on for weeks. He then called Carole in Florida, his sister, to go check on their mom as she would not come to the phone. Carole seemed to brush it off but said she would check it out. Well she apparently never did or just seemed to be reassured by Susie all was well.

After about 2 months of this and with what seemed like no real effort from Carole to actually physically go talk to their mom, Don was fed up. He was very concerned by this point as his mother always returned his calls and he needed to talk to her regarding a financial dealing they had together in land they had just purchased. The last time he called, Susie again had some excuse why Gloria couldn't come to the phone. He told her that if his mom didn't call him back within 24 hours, he was on the next flight to Florida.

The next morning, Gloria had been admitted to the hospital. Doctors were shocked at her condition. She had huge bed sores everywhere, fecal matter on her ect. Doctors were at a loss. This woman was in great health prior and was extremely active and meticulous with hygiene and her appearance. She was in a coma at the hospital and they weren't able to ask her questions. They asked Susie and Chris questions and they just acted as if they knew nothing. Susie played it up like she was barely at her house anymore and had came home and found her like that. Later on that day, Doctors were pretty confidant that she was stable and would come out of her coma.

That night, Susie and Christopher were the last visitors to the hospital. My grandmother was still in Europe waiting for a flight to Florida and Don was schedule to fly down the later that night. At the time Christopher was a trained EMT and firefighter. This was also in 1989 when hospitals didn't have every single rule they have now. In the very early morning hours her condition starting deterioring rapidly. Doctors were again at a loss. They tried every measure to save her but were unable to. She died that morning.

I can not recall the exact details as how or why this happened (id have to ask my mom or grandmother) but because she died under the care in a hospital and Susie had somehow showed that she was in control of her estate and had vehemently declined an autopsy. By the time family had landed in Florida Susie had made decisions that would ultimately help her. I think my grandmother was in complete shock and disbelief in those first few days. Her and Don questioned their sister Carole as to why she didn't go physically check on their mom but Carole seemed to have every excuse in the book. Carole was always preoccupied with random men in her life (maybe that's in part why Susie was so susceptible to Christopher but we will never know). Caroles preoccupation and seemly uncaring nature about anyone in her life other than men seems to be in part why she never intervened on the situation. She later said she was afraid of Christopher and his family.

Anyways, I don't think at the time my grandmother could imagine her niece being involved. I think in those early days she just couldn't grasp her head around it. Glorias body was flown back up north to have the funeral in our hometown in Buffalo. At the wake, police showed up and stopped the whole thing. Apparently at the behest of two of the emergency room doctors, the police in Florida had opened an investigation. A local news channel even did an investigative report about her death.

Meanwhile, it turns out Susie and Christopher had pilfered her home. All valuables worth money was gone.

I honestly don't have all the details as I haven't talked about it with my family in years as its not the best subject, but the police conducted an autopsy after the body had been embalmed. I believe they found
sufficient evidence that this wasn't a natural death (such as unaccounted for needle marks). Old bruises and the bed sores could not be explained from anything other than abuse and prolonged confinement to a bed. They could find no other reason in the autosy that this active woman all of a sudden was bed ridden to the point of having fecal matter all over her. I think the doctors believe she was drugged on a constant basis for months and when my great uncle finally threatened to fly down the next day, they panicked. During those few months, her accounts her being drained I believe. Whether due to the embalming process im not sure, but they could not conclusively find what drug or drugs had been used.

After a lengthy investigation, The DA's office in Florida felt that the only thing they were confident they could convict Susie of was fraud and elder abuse. Christopher didn't live at the house like Susie did, so even though they believed this was Christopher's idea and he was the one who gave her the drugs, they could only go after Susie. I think they felt without conclusive proof of which drug he used and with the embalming process compromising the autopsy, they just felt that a conviction for murder beyond a reasonable doubt wouldn't happen. (Again, I may be lacking some details I just don't recall).

Susie pled no contest to fraud and elder abuse. I cant remember her sentence however it wasn't that long. Her and Christopher are still together, married with adult children. Christopher is a fire captain now in Deland, Florida I believe. With the money and valuable possessions they stole back in 1989, they bought a home and in Florida you cant take away someone's home even in a civil suit or judgment so they never lost what they stole essentially. My grandmother and great uncle do not have anything to do with their sister "Carole" after this. They don't believe she was in on it but her lack of concern or need to intervene was very disturbing to them. Our family hasn't had any contact with Susie or Christopher since then. They have never reached out either to my knowledge.

I always thought it would've been a great case to profile on UM while the investigation as going on.

Wow, LilMissKryssy :eek:

What a horrible story, but thank you for sharing it. It amazes & sickens me what people are capable of doing to the elderly over money, sometimes not very much. :livid:


There certainly was precedent for UM to do a segment like your story-

Theft of Judge Leiland Gailer's fortune by housekeeper
Julius Patterson & Paulette Hite murder of 2 invalids including a relative
Murder of Jasper Watkins by a caretaker (Harper's Ferry Trunk AKA THE photo)

About 25 years ago, my uncle was found in his truck in Mississippi(he was from Texas like me) shot to death with another woman who they could never identify. (much like the unidentified couple in the john/jane does segment)This woman was not his wife btw!! When they broke the news to my aunt they had to mention that other woman who they assumed was her daughter. They never found the person who killed them and from what I know they couldn’t identify this woman either.

He would travel a lot on business and I was about 4 when this happened so I dont remember him at all. I remember going to his wake but thats about it. My aunt never remarried but his kids had a hard time grieving for him when they found out he was with another woman

The man is 100% right. What kind of "mother" dumps their kid with some stranger for a year, especially when they're that young? Hopefully, she ended up with his family.

I'll ask around whether anyone locally remembers such a case.

I've posted this twice already I believe, but I'll post again because I'll take all the exposure I can for it (even on an online discussion board haha).

My great great grandfather John Hohman(n), owned and operated mines in the early 1900s stretching from Idaho to Mexico. He also made several trips back east and at one point he and his wife lived in Baltimore, Maryland. My great grandmother was born in 1908 in Baltimore and, because her mother and sister had moved to Pittsburgh to work and her father was out west she was placed in the care of a neighbor and family friend, and eventually she was placed in an orphanage.

After being placed in the care of the neighbor, my great grandmother never saw her father, mother, or sister ever again. After she got married and left the orphanage she hired a private detective who was unable to find them, but was able to verify that my great grandfather was indeed alive as late as the 1930s.

The upshot of all of this is that we have no idea what happened to my great great grandfather, my great great grandmother (Rebecca) and their other daughter (Gladys). Obviously they are all passed away by now, but we have no idea when or where they died or even their family history. Because of the timing and location of the footlocker case I have toyed with the idea that maybe my great great grandfather was the skeleton that was found in the footlocker. Also, in light of the lady that was found in South America dead in her house decades after she died I though maybe something similar happened to him.

What disturbs us greatly is that the family seems to have left my great grandmother to languish in an orphanage (and in those days orphanages were really bad) and we have no idea why. At one point my great grandmother literally begged my mother to find her sister and the fact that we haven't is very disappointing to us.I'm a genealogist,so I have some advise. 1. look for census records where you think they may have lived 2. old newspapers can also be very useful. If you find them in census look for a death record at www.familysearch.org then call the funeral home and they will send you their record and it may give you the aunt's married name or the death cert might if she were the informant.
I can do some looking around for you. https://archive.org/stream/genealogicalpers03jord/genealogicalpers03jord_djvu.txt Here is some Hohmann history. Still looking. Please message me the wife's name or post it here.

I don't have one. My parents did. They knew a girl in school who disappeared, never to be heard from again. I'm sorry that I don't remember more details. There were apparently rumors of involvement with an older married man.

There have been a few friends from Las Vegas who were regulars and then seemingly vanished. But it's such a transient town so you never can tell when it was merely a normal decision or perhaps something sinister. The one we were concerned about was a guy named Billy the Clapper. He always wore a dark green Dallas Mavericks jacket. Per his nickname, he had a wonderful habit of holding his hands maybe a quarter inch apart and rapidly clapping in glee while sporting a big smile whenever somebody said something he found particularly amusing or astute.

I loved to walk the sportsbook trail with Billy the Clapper, circa late '80s through late '90s. Often we'd have the late night breakfast at Barbary Coast, which was all of 99 cents for a minor feast in those years.

Unfortunately, Billy got in trouble with a group from Chicago. They were hiring him to drive cars back and forth from Chicago to Las Vegas, while also entrusting him with some of their cash. I think it was low 5 figures. Billy had a video poker addiction and it got the best of him once he had access to dollars like that. The word was that he blew all the money, or virtually all of it. Supposedly the guys from Chicago were livid.

We never saw Billy again. I asked countless friends and nobody had any information. We think he was from the Los Angeles area, or at least lived there immediately prior to moving to Las Vegas.

Of course, my friend Larry Mathews was murdered in Las Vegas in 2004. I mentioned that here. I think it was in the Kathy Hobbs thread. As far as I know, that is still unsolved. The detectives called me a few times and asked for details but wouldn't really answer anything or provide specifics. I understood that. Some of his friends and I managed to piece a few things together. Due to remodeling Larry had been forced to relocate from his preferred complex to a place called Budget Suites, behind the Stardust, a few months before he was killed. That place was bad news. Once Larry disappeared but in the week or so between the point I saw the missing person's poster and then the poster listing Larry as a murder victim, I mentioned the situation to some guys I knew who worked in undercover security at nearby Treasure Island. They cringed as soon as I brought up Budget Suites, specifically that location. It was a weekly joint frequented by drug addicts and other shady types. They described one Treasure Island regular who was brutally attacked and robbed recently in that Budget Suites.

Some friends of mine said they ran into Larry late on a Sunday afternoon and asked him if he wanted to join them for dinner. Larry said he couldn't, that he was meeting a friend in an hour or so at Palace Station. Larry didn't have a car. Palace Station is across the I-15 freeway from the Strip, where Larry lived. While it's possible to walk to Palace Station, it is quite difficult and virtually nobody did it. The route takes you out of your way across a bridge on Sahara. Larry was in a habit of getting rides from friends, including myself.

Larry's mother said she stopped hearing from him in early March. Once I heard that detail, I slumped and expected the worst. Larry told me he didn't respect his dad, a con artist, but was very close to his mother and talked to her frequently on the phone. The friend who was supposed to meet Larry at Palace Station was from the Denver area, where Larry previously lived. He reported that Larry never showed up.

A decade later, if I had to guess, it would be that Larry trusted someone from Budget Suites for that ride to Palace Station, and they turned on him. Larry had an unfortunate habit of bragging about his bankroll. He was warned about that repeatedly. In late 2003 Larry won a slot machine jackpot of more than $12,000 at the Hilton and went around for weeks showing off the paperwork that he had signed after hitting the big spin.

Keep in mind this is from memory in late 2014. Anything I posted in the Hobbs thread would probably be closer to real time accurate. After Larry's death I became more concerned about my typical route in Las Vegas and my surroundings. Very depressing. I started staying home more frequently instead of prowling for numbers all day and night.

I'll ask around whether anyone locally remembers such a case.

No one did and it occurred to me that the people I overheard could have been from out of town and were just stopping by in that restaurant, the case didn't make the papers much, or it did and people forgot it.

This isn't mine but happened to someone I know who is still alive and if I felt like contacting I could but never would. He was an insufferable know-it-all. :mumble: Anyhow, once on a long trip he picked up a fairly nondescript young male hitchhiker and while having a conversation with him looked around and the guy was gone! :eek: He said their talk was the sort of thing you would forget the minute you said or heard, perfectly ordinary chitchat. :gossip Of course, not believing in anything supernatural, he passed it off as being that he was very tired and hallucinated the whole thing. ohno: He said he would have loved to see how he looked, pulling over, stopping the car, and opening the door for someone who wasn't there! :stressed:

I can't help thinking, here I would practically KILL to see a phantom hitchhiker and a perfectly good one is wasted on this nonbeliever! :rolleyes:

My family and I moved to a new house in a different town about 8 years ago. It wasn't until a few months in that I started hearing strange noises. Not noises like the house was settling or explainable bumps in the night.

I recall laying on the living room couch and I felt something move past me. Back then we had a dog but she was at the kennel that week so it couldn't have been her. I just shrugged it off and didn't think about it. Fast forward another year and I kept hearing these muffled voices in my bedroom. I couldn't understand what they were saying but they only happened at night. A couple of times is sounded like someone was calling my name, but when I asked my mother if she called me she said no. O...kaaaaay.

A few months ago I was in the kitchen and put my spoon in my bowl (I was getting ready to eat) I turn around for a second and somehow the spoon "flew" (again I didn't see it "fly" through the air) but it "flew" out of the bowl and landed partially under the refrigerator. I didn't want my family committing me to a psych hospital so I just kept quiet.

A couple of days after the spoon incident my mom asked if I was calling her from the upstairs. I said no, and she said "I guess I'm just hearing things." Mind you I kept quiet about the muffled voices and spoon flying. So I told her what I encountered and agreed about also hearing muffled voices.

A few nights after my mom heard someone calling her she asked me if I was moving furniture around 1 in the morning. (ok why the hell would I do that?) She kept hearing things being moved around. :confused:

So I'm somewhat convinced there are other people living in this house. Our house was built for us, no one else lived there before us. Since I don't know the town that well I have no idea if our development was built on some ancient burial ground or what.

I know there's a cemetery a couple of miles down from us in a different town but I just don't know what to think.

I don't have a unsolved mystery to my family or friends or anything like this, but i'd like to say this is a unsolved mystery to me.

Richey Edwards, a guitarist and the lyricist of the Welsh band Manic Street Preachers disappeared in February 1995. Now i am not so sure how well the Manics are known in the US but i am sure they would have a fan base but i think they are more known here in Australia and as they do have a song called Australia. They are pretty popular in the UK and parts of Europe as i know of. I am quite a big fan of the band too.

Now on to the Richey disappearance. Before his disappearance Richey was withdrawing 200 pounds each day until the 1st of Feb 1995 his disappearance date which lead up to 2800 pounds. Richey went missing after checking out of a hotel in London before going on a tour to America at 7am. James Dean Bradfield, the singer of the Manic Street Preachers was supposed to go along with Richey to America. However before James left the hotel, he went to go on knock on Richey's door before they left and Richey had already left. James didn't seem so worried, he would think Richey would come with him later on. Richey had driven to back to Wales. Richey had stopped by his Cardiff flat in Wales and left behind his passport, his prozac and a toll ticket and some change. About two weeks later, Richey's car was found abandoned at a service station near Severn Bridge. The Severn Bridge is known as a suicide spot. In the two weeks before his car was found, Richey was apparently seen passport office and bus station. A cab driver also drove Richey around where he grew up and around valleys. After that Richey got off at the Severn Bridge and payed the cab driver.

When his car was found, the battery was flat, it looked like he had been living in it for some time, there were family photos around and there were food wrappers around. It is believed that Richey had jumped off the Severn Bridge. Richey was a depressed person, he would often cut himself on stage, he would drink to excess and he was very anorexic. Richey once carved the words "4REAL" onto his arm. He was checked into clinics many times between 1993 and 1994. But Richey once said in 1994

"In terms of the 'S' word, that does not enter my mind. And it never has done, in terms of an attempt. Because I am stronger than that. I might be a weak person, but I can take pain."

Richey Edwards body has never been found. Tho i am not so sure if they did a search in the Severn River.

A couple of years later Richey was sighted in Goa, India on a hippie bus and then later on the islands of Fuerteventura and Lanzarot. When he was spotted in Fuerteventura, he was in a bar and a customer said "It's you Richey from the Manic Street Preachers!" The man ran out of the bar and he was gone in seconds. They said they were sure it was Richey. Investigators did go searching for him, but they turned up nothing.

The Manic Street Preachers have continued on without Richey Edwards and have released many albums since his disappearance.

Richey Edwards hasn't been sighted in many years. In 2008, they declared him dead.

My believe is i think Richey did jump off the Severn Bridge. I thought about it for a while at first i thought he was alive, was living on one of those islands and just leaving his whole past behind. But then i thought why wouldn't Richey want to contact his family or the band? He could have sent them a letter or postcard saying "I am fine, i just want to be left alone" and not leaving a return address. He was very close to his family and the band members. He would often contact his family while the band was on tour. He may have said that the S word never enters my mind and saying he is a strong person and all that but in the end he could have just decided to end his own life. Even though there was no note left behind, it is known that the Manic Street Preachers last album with Richey called The Holy Bible was Richey's suicide note. With no body found and the sightings were not confirmed. I believe we will never know what happened to Richey Edwards. If is alive which i think there might be a 10-20% chance there is and he will return some day. But it has been 20 years and i just believe he is dead. I believe there is in no way foul play was involved, Richey had no known enemys, he was a very depressed person like i said and that his car was found abandoned near a bridge and i just don't see anybody wanting to kill him! But i do find those unconfirmed sightings quite strange, especially the bar one. Maybe they were him, but i don't know.

I would like to think he is alive but it's been too long and if he was alive he sure would have turned up by now.

You can definitively know when he died by searching the Social Security Death Index online.

I'm fairly certain that he died when his girlfriend said he did, but my grandmother and other siblings had their doubts.

Well, now you can check and be sure.

Sadly, I don't know his birth name. "Butch" was his nickname. My grandmother and great aunts and uncles are all dead as well.

I love this thread!

I wish I knew more details about this but I'll try to be as descriptive as possible.

My grandmother had a lot of brothers and sisters. One of them was psychic and had premonitions all the time.

During the 1950s, it was customary for women to have many boyfriends as it was seen as innocent casual dating. My grandmother brought home many men [stop, it's my grandmother!] and they met her parents and siblings. Anyway, my grandmother brought home my grandfather one day and her sister vigilantly said after about one minute, "You are going to marry this man." My grandmother was embarrassed because this was a "new" guy that she just met and she was not even close to that whatsoever. Needless to say, she married him.

But that's not the story.

My grandmother's sister also told the entire family that she was going to die one day and it was going to be a violent death and she would be hit by a car. My grandmother told her to stop talking like that and she doesn't know
when, why or how. I'm assuming all the family members said the same thing. She never stopped telling this story until that day.

She was walking in the city one day and was struck by a car. She was dragged for 2 blocks and died.

When they went to her house to clear out her things, all of her bags were packed. Ready to go.

Sadly, I don't know his birth name. "Butch" was his nickname. My grandmother and great aunts and uncles are all dead as well.

Do you know his parents' names or can you find a legal record such as marriage license which would list the given name?

I can't help thinking, here I would practically KILL to see a phantom hitchhiker and a perfectly good one is wasted on this nonbeliever! :rolleyes:

In fairness, I know at least two people who hallucinated while driving, due to fatigue or a combination of fatigue and medication, but if poetic irony holds true, I bet this one was real!

My 'personal' UM is not related to me directly, though he was to my church.

There was an out of town young man who went to Sunday Mass at my church on a day I also attended; if I remember right, he was from Illinois and been here in Ohio on a job interview. After leaving my church, he drove off, and was never seen again.

My first cousin's daughter went missing (http://www.charleyproject.org/cases/m/mcdaniel_cayce.html) in 1996. LE thinks it is probably an abduction case, but rumor among the family is that she was taken by local drug dealers in retaliation/payment for my cousin's drug debts.

I don't really have an "Unsolved Mystery" per se, but I have been around some shady people who I am certain were murderers and are still walking free.

I don't really want to go to deep into it on a public forum (because they are still out there), but when I was a teenager my friends and I met this older man (late 30's at the time) who moved to our small town out of nowhere from somewhere out west. I will call him "Bill." In any case, he worked at a local business with one of my friends and I would go in there often and hang out and talk to both of them. This was 20 years ago.

One day he pulled open his coat and showed us a holster with (2) pistols strapped to his chest. He was always carrying guns. Based on some of his behavior when I was around him, I always thought in my mind "this guy is nuts," but I told myself he was just a weirdo who liked guns too much.

Well, one day my friend called me and said that Bill had killed someone. Turns out this guy had shot and killed a man but claimed self-defense. This was not a rumor, as it was in the local paper. I verified it.

I was highly skeptical (and still am) that it was self-defense. I knew Bill and how he was. I also knew the guy who he killed and why (it was a love triangle that involved a woman). I also knew the woman involved and I am positive she was in on it or at least knew about it. But none of us ever said anything because we knew the guy was crazy and certainly wouldn't think twice about killing us.

So after this, I became a bit leery of hanging out with the guy, but my friends continued on. One of my friends built up a lot of trust with the guy and Bill began telling him stories from his past. He told my friend that he had killed numerous people in other states. He told a couple of very explicit stories about some of the killings which I wont repeat here.

After that I wrote the guy off completely and never went around him again, but I do know he is still around and living free in society.

I don't really have an "Unsolved Mystery" per se, but I have been around some shady people who I am certain were murderers and are still walking free.

I don't really want to go to deep into it on a public forum (because they are still out there), but when I was a teenager my friends and I met this older man (late 30's at the time) who moved to our small town out of nowhere from somewhere out west. I will call him "Bill." In any case, he worked at a local business with one of my friends and I would go in there often and hang out and talk to both of them. This was 20 years ago.

One day he pulled open his coat and showed us a holster with (2) pistols strapped to his chest. He was always carrying guns. Based on some of his behavior when I was around him, I always thought in my mind "this guy is nuts," but I told myself he was just a weirdo who liked guns too much.

Well, one day my friend called me and said that Bill had killed someone. Turns out this guy had shot and killed a man but claimed self-defense. This was not a rumor, as it was in the local paper. I verified it.

I was highly skeptical (and still am) that it was self-defense. I knew Bill and how he was. I also knew the guy who he killed and why (it was a love triangle that involved a woman). I also knew the woman involved and I am positive she was in on it or at least knew about it. But none of us ever said anything because we knew the guy was crazy and certainly wouldn't think twice about killing us.

So after this, I became a bit leery of hanging out with the guy, but my friends continued on. One of my friends built up a lot of trust with the guy and Bill began telling him stories from his past. He told my friend that he had killed numerous people in other states. He told a couple of very explicit stories about some of the killings which I wont repeat here.

After that I wrote the guy off completely and never went around him again, but I do know he is still around and living free in society.

I think it happens a lot. People just shut up after a while and say nothing because time passes by and they are content. Kind of sad but that is the way. Justice does have a way even if it takes years.

when I was a kid my grandmother told the story of someone who was probably a brother-in-law to her who was working as a cab driver in the 1940s north of Boston (Cambridge, Medford area-- we were driving there when she told the story) and called his wife (either my grandmother's sister or cousin) to say he'd be home soon and would pick up Chinese food on the way. Never came home. He was found shot in his cab. It was never solved and I've never been able to track the case based on the limited info I have (apparently cabbie murders were not that rare in the 1940s).

I don't really have an "Unsolved Mystery" per se, but I have been around some shady people who I am certain were murderers and are still walking free.

I don't really want to go to deep into it on a public forum (because they are still out there), but when I was a teenager my friends and I met this older man (late 30's at the time) who moved to our small town out of nowhere from somewhere out west. I will call him "Bill." In any case, he worked at a local business with one of my friends and I would go in there often and hang out and talk to both of them. This was 20 years ago.

One day he pulled open his coat and showed us a holster with (2) pistols strapped to his chest. He was always carrying guns. Based on some of his behavior when I was around him, I always thought in my mind "this guy is nuts," but I told myself he was just a weirdo who liked guns too much.

Well, one day my friend called me and said that Bill had killed someone. Turns out this guy had shot and killed a man but claimed self-defense. This was not a rumor, as it was in the local paper. I verified it.

I was highly skeptical (and still am) that it was self-defense. I knew Bill and how he was. I also knew the guy who he killed and why (it was a love triangle that involved a woman). I also knew the woman involved and I am positive she was in on it or at least knew about it. But none of us ever said anything because we knew the guy was crazy and certainly wouldn't think twice about killing us.

So after this, I became a bit leery of hanging out with the guy, but my friends continued on. One of my friends built up a lot of trust with the guy and Bill began telling him stories from his past. He told my friend that he had killed numerous people in other states. He told a couple of very explicit stories about some of the killings which I wont repeat here.

After that I wrote the guy off completely and never went around him again, but I do know he is still around and living free in society.

oh that Bill! What a character! What WILL he do next?

My "Unsolved Mystery" is a Lost Love story. I've looked everywhere online to try and find the high school teacher who kept me from giving up to say "thank you," but alas, he is nowhere to be found. ;__;

oh that Bill! What a character! What WILL he do next?


"Bill" sounds creepy as all hell!! :eek:

I have two weird incidents that I've never been able to explain:

During the '70s when I was in junior high school my parents would often go out to play bridge with friends, particularly on Friday and Saturday nights. I would stay home with my younger sister. She went to sleep early. I stayed up watching movies -- sometimes scary ones -- and assorted other shows. I already had an interest in true crime. There would be brief public service announcements on the channels I watched, very late at night. Often these were FBI briefs. I distinctly remember Katherine Ann Power featured several times, when she was a fugitive not long after being placed on the Most Wanted list. The blurbs described Power as armed and dangerous. Same with other fugitives.

All night I would check the doors of our house for safety. Many times. I had a set routine. One of them was the bathroom door attached to the master bedroom. It had a jalousie window, like much of our house. The door led directly outside to the pool area. Like the other doors, there was a master lock down below and then a chain lock with a tightening mechanism on top.

Invariably, whenever one of those FBI messages showed up I would check the locks again, regardless of how recently I had done it. That bathroom door was always the last one on my route.

I'll never forget entering the bathroom that one time, maybe at midnight, and stopping flatfooted. I was equal parts stunned and scared. Somehow the door was wide open. Chain off and wide open. Nothing else seemed disturbed. I hadn't heard a thing, from the Florida room around the corner maybe 15 steps away. I had checked that door at least 3 or 4 times previously. I instinctively grabbed the door shut and locked everything again. Then it hit me. I had no idea if I locked a perpetrator inside, somebody who was hiding in a different room. I walked gingerly around the house. My sister was still asleep. The other doors were secure. I found nothing, and I'm not sure I ever mentioned it to my parents. No need to trouble them. But I've never understood what happened that night, more than 4 decades ago. I was very happy when dad remodeled a few years later, adding a large extra room, and that bathroom door no longer was so vulnerable, opening immediately outside.

My second mystery is nearly 20 years later. In summer 1990 I flew to England to meet my parents and sister for a 3 week trip within the United Kingdom. We rented a car and drove everywhere, visiting great places like St. Andrews for the British Open (Faldo won) and Wimbledon (Becker). We had time share weeks and exchanged them in advance. One of them was in Aberdeen, Scotland. Unfortunately we didn't arrive on time. Normally it's a full week, like Saturday afternoon through Saturday morning. This time we were arriving late at night and maybe 2 days late.

We found our designated unit, a large separate building like a small house. Since it was near midnight we didn't want to disturb anyone. We hoped the door would be unlocked. Hardly. My sister and I pulled, pushed and twisted the handle. Nothing budged. We walked around the unit and tried every window and door. No luck. After we fruitlessly tried the front door again, my dad told us he would drive around the property, trying to find someone to help. So he and my mom drove off. At that point my sister and I decided to loop the unit again, repeating everything we had already done. Nothing changed.

We walked dejectedly back to the front of the unit. Dad had not returned yet. Standing in the grass, we looked left and made a startling observation. Our big front door is now wide open and awaiting our entry. Unbelievable. Sister and I have marveled at that many times in the 25 subsequent years. Makes no sense. There seemingly wasn't time for a neighbor to approach and open the door. Besides, why would they do it and immediately depart, without greeting us or explaining the situation.

Dad finally drove back. He hadn't found any help. We asked the neighbors about it the following day. None of them had any idea what we were talking about, and denied opening that door. When we went to the office to check in and ask for our key, management was astonished that we had already spent one night in our unit. They insisted it was locked, as always.

I had a very strange thing happen to me two decades ago. Let's see how I can explain this. In the spring of 1996, my then girlfriend just up and vanished. However, it was NOT a missing persons case. But to me, it was, because I could not find her and I was scared and worried out of my mind. But, no one else was even the slightest bit concerned! Not her friends, not even her own parents! In fact, not only were none of them concerned AT ALL, none of them were giving me any answers. Every person that I talked to (including her own mother) acted really weird. I mean, I got answers like "oh, darling, don't worry, she does this sometimes, I mean look at me, do I look worried? Just trust me when I say that if there were reason to be concerned, we would have involved the authorities by now, okay?".

But, that is as far as it would go! I begged and pleaded for more answers, but all anyone would tell me was "she just does this sometimes". Nobody would ever answer anything like when would she be back or where do they think she might have gone since she has "done this before". Keep in mind, this is 1996, so no cell phones or anything of the sort. Land lines and pay phones were all I had to work off of while searching frantically for her. I swear, I felt like I was in the middle of an episode of the Twilight Zone! It seemed like some sort of conspiracy with the way everyone else was acting all calm and I was worried sick.

On the third day that she was gone, her mother took my hand and told me she would in fact be back soon, BUT I might want to just "move on". That I was young (I was 22 at the time) and attractive, and would most definitely meet someone else, and that my time with her daughter had simply run it's course. Well, by that point, I was even more confused. Something was way off about all of this. Well, she finally reappeared. But, she was avoiding me. Not only was she not returning any of my phone calls, but she was telling the person who was screening her calls to ask me to "cease and desist" with all communication. By this point, I had gone from worried to just flat out angry. Did she not even have the decency to tell me that she wanted to break up? Was I not even worthy of that?

A few more days go by, and I call one last time. She actually got on the phone this time. I asked her what the hell had happened and if she wanted to break up, then fine, but at least tell me something, hell, tell me anything! She said that she just had to get away and she would rather not say where she had gone, but that she had to go somewhere and think or some such. I said okay and hung up. Just a few minutes later, my phone rang and it was her friend passing along the message that she wanted to break up. Not that her decision to break up was any kind of surprise by this point, but it was rather strange (just like eveything else in that whole bizarre saga) that she got a friend to tell me that she wanted to break up wih me. So, I move on with my life, but for MANY years, I would wonder from time to time just what in the world happened. Something just was not right and nothing she did made any sense. Why did she just up and run away like that? I myself was happy in the relationship, but she apparently was not. Which is fine, but damn she sure put on one hell of an act for a long time if she was in fact not happy. Sure, she may have just simply met someone else, but there always seemed to be more to it than that. Pieces of this puzzle were missing.

Fast forward to the summer of 2014. 18 years later, I finally get some answers as to what really happened with her way back then and why she up and vanished and where she went. It was a local news segment of all things that got the ball rolling! Her and her wife were on the news. That's right, her wife! They were trying to get our state to recognize their marriage. They had gone to Massachusetts to get married in 2006, however, since our state had not yet passed same sex marriage, they were not yet considered legally married yet. Well, in their home state, anyway.

Well, that led me to read a series of articles in various papers all around our state about her and her wife and what they were lobbying for, ect. More than one article stated that she met her now wife in....the spring of 1996! In one interview, my ex-girlfriend even stated how she and her now wife had run away for a few days back then while they sorted out how they were going to tell their signifigant others that they were breaking it off. In my ex-girlfriend's case, she meant me, but in her (now) wife's case, she meant her girlfriend at the time.

The whole thing was messed up, but I was glad that I finally got answers, about what had happened, even if it was 18 years later. To be honest, I'm glad that my girlfriend did what she did. I'm not wild about her "jumping to the other side", so to speak, but, I like my life the way it is today. Not to mention, even if we had stayed together and gotten married, I can't imagine that we would still be together by now.

I had a very strange thing happen to me two decades ago. Let's see how I can explain this. In the spring of 1996, my then girlfriend just up and vanished. However, it was NOT a missing persons case. But to me, it was, because I could not find her and I was scared and worried out of my mind. But, no one else was even the slightest bit concerned! Not her friends, not even her own parents! In fact, not only were none of them concerned AT ALL, none of them were giving me any answers. Every person that I talked to (including her own mother) acted really weird. I mean, I got answers like "oh, darling, don't worry, she does this sometimes, I mean look at me, do I look worried? Just trust me when I say that if there were reason to be concerned, we would have involved the authorities by now, okay?".

But, that is as far as it would go! I begged and pleaded for more answers, but all anyone would tell me was "she just does this sometimes". Nobody would ever answer anything like when would she be back or where do they think she might have gone since she has "done this before". Keep in mind, this is 1996, so no cell phones or anything of the sort. Land lines and pay phones were all I had to work off of while searching frantically for her. I swear, I felt like I was in the middle of an episode of the Twilight Zone! It seemed like some sort of conspiracy with the way everyone else was acting all calm and I was worried sick.

On the third day that she was gone, her mother took my hand and told me she would in fact be back soon, BUT I might want to just "move on". That I was young (I was 22 at the time) and attractive, and would most definitely meet someone else, and that my time with her daughter had simply run it's course. Well, by that point, I was even more confused. Something was way off about all of this. Well, she finally reappeared. But, she was avoiding me. Not only was she not returning any of my phone calls, but she was telling the person who was screening her calls to ask me to "cease and desist" with all communication. By this point, I had gone from worried to just flat out angry. Did she not even have the decency to tell me that she wanted to break up? Was I not even worthy of that?

A few more days go by, and I call one last time. She actually got on the phone this time. I asked her what the hell had happened and if she wanted to break up, then fine, but at least tell me something, hell, tell me anything! She said that she just had to get away and she would rather not say where she had gone, but that she had to go somewhere and think or some such. I said okay and hung up. Just a few minutes later, my phone rang and it was her friend passing along the message that she wanted to break up. Not that her decision to break up was any kind of surprise by this point, but it was rather strange (just like eveything else in that whole bizarre saga) that she got a friend to tell me that she wanted to break up wih me. So, I move on with my life, but for MANY years, I would wonder from time to time just what in the world happened. Something just was not right and nothing she did made any sense. Why did she just up and run away like that? I myself was happy in the relationship, but she apparently was not. Which is fine, but damn she sure put on one hell of an act for a long time if she was in fact not happy. Sure, she may have just simply met someone else, but there always seemed to be more to it than that. Pieces of this puzzle were missing.

Fast forward to the summer of 2014. 18 years later, I finally get some answers as to what really happened with her way back then and why she up and vanished and where she went. It was a local news segment of all things that got the ball rolling! Her and her wife were on the news. That's right, her wife! They were trying to get our state to recognize their marriage. They had gone to Massachusetts to get married in 2006, however, since our state had not yet passed same sex marriage, they were not yet considered legally married yet. Well, in their home state, anyway.

Well, that led me to read a series of articles in various papers all around our state about her and her wife and what they were lobbying for, ect. More than one article stated that she met her now wife in....the spring of 1996! In one interview, my ex-girlfriend even stated how she and her now wife had run away for a few days back then while they sorted out how they were going to tell their signifigant others that they were breaking it off. In my ex-girlfriend's case, she meant me, but in her (now) wife's case, she meant her girlfriend at the time.

The whole thing was messed up, but I was glad that I finally got answers, about what had happened, even if it was 18 years later. To be honest, I'm glad that my girlfriend did what she did. I'm not wild about her "jumping to the other side", so to speak, but, I like my life the way it is today. Not to mention, even if we had stayed together and gotten married, I can't imagine that we would still be together by now.

Heh, that's a pretty interesting story.

I know a guy whose wife up and left him after 20 years of marriage. Next thing he knows, she ran away to Mass. with another woman and married her. He and she are still friends and he respects her decision. No hard feelings between them.

I just wonder why some people try to lead a double life for so many years. If you're gay or lesbian, fine. But why try and hide it?