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In today’s episode, Rebekkah almost has a mental and emotional breakdown as she tells you all about the gruesome rape and murders of 3 young girls, as well as the sexual assault of another in Springfield, Vermont. TW/CW for rape, sexual assault, graphic descriptions of murder and violence.
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I’m coming to you with another heavy hitting truly devastating case out of my dream home state Vermont. If you’re tuning into this at work and you either aren’t working from home or driving, or just have to deal with people, maybe hold off until you can be somewhere private or simply safe to cry. Hey, simply safe. Sponsor me anyways. I hope you got a laugh from that because there won’t be much laughing in this episode. Seriously. I had to stop writing like eight times because I just kept crying. And if that tells you the kind of cry baby Luke has to deal with, isn’t he lucky you guys.
He’s just the greatest, ah, I wouldn’t want to put up with me seriously. Do you know how many tissues we go through? It is anyways, since this is a long one, I am going to cut the preamble very short and just get into it. Seriously. My notes are sitting. My entire script is 16 pages. So here goes nothing. Sorry in advance. Today’s tale starts off a 13 year old Sherry Nastasia. Sherry’s parents had been divorced and in July of that year, Sherri and her younger brother moved to Springfield, Vermont to live with their father. Their mother lived in Florida and their father. John Nastasia was a truck driver for an oil company.
He was on the road most days and couldn’t arrange for someone to watch his children. Sometimes they’d be with a neighbor or a babysitter, but most often it seems like they were on their own police officers in Springfields became accustomed to seeing Sherry and her 11 year old brother outside. After dark as time went on, she was seen with her brother less and less on August 28th, 1979, 13 year old sharing a Stasha was shopping in the Springfield shopping Plaza with her younger brother before splitting off and going out on her own as usual, just like most nights, she had no particular plan or destination tonight.
Wasn’t most nights though, sharing a Stasia of 43 river street, Springfield, Vermont didn’t come home. She was reported missing the very next day. And an investigation began, as I briefly mentioned, police had become familiar with Nastasia, not just for her seemingly constant present outside, but also because there were some seedier parts of town that the police had grown accustomed to keeping an eye on and more and more frequently, they began seeing Sherry there during the summer, police spoke to some of the people that frequented those areas. And no one seemed to know where she went soon enough, their investigation turned up a vague clue.
A man who had a room in the same home as Nastasia. I am guessing that means a renter, but I could find no clarification on it. I, I don’t know. So this man said that he had seen Sherry walking along river street sometime around midnight that Tuesday, this man noted that a dark green car that resembled a Pontiac Firebird had slowed beside her. And after a few moments, the vehicle stopped and Sherry climbed den. This was the only lead the police force had to go on. An official police report was finally printed in local papers. On September 5th, Sherry was described in the report as female Caucasian age, 13, five foot, two inches tall slender build blue eyes and long brown hair.
She was last seen wearing a blue sweatshirt and white shorts getting into a 1970 to 1974, dark green Pontiac Firebird on river street. It was unknown at that time. If she knew the driver, a clerk in the Springfield police department stated that authorities were concerned immediately about her disappearance as Sherry didn’t have it in her nature to do something like that. Another source I found stated that this was exactly the type of behavior Sherry exhibited. However, so I’m not too certain what to believe here. I’m going to err, on the side of disbelief though, I kind of doubt that she would leave her brother and not anything not to mention.
I know what happens so ways. Unfortunately, this concern wasn’t unfounded on December 13th, 1979, three and a half months later, a body was found in the snow by a trucker and a pull off area along Vermont, route 1 0 3 and rocking him just a short distance from the state police barracks. Within days, the body was identified as that of sharing a Stasia using dental records, according to one officer, her body was in such a state of decomposition that there had been no other methods to identify her by the officers did their best to clear the snow and thoroughly examined the area for any evidence.
But aside from the body, none was found according to state medical examiner, Eleanor McQuillan, several of her bones had been broken, including multiple ribs and the leg. She was unable to determine the official cause of death because parts of the body were missing though. She did conclude that she had probably died of strangulation as the hyoid bone. The one in the neck that tends to break when someone’s strangled was missing sharing a Stasia, his death certificate stated that she met a probable violent death. At the time, the statement was released in January of 1980 police, detective Robert Haynes said that investigators were still working the case, but so far had turned up no leads.
They’d interviewed many of the people that frequented the same places as Nastasia, even going so far as to have them take polygraph tests. Many men who provided solid alibis didn’t pass them. It’s likely that this was because they had other things in their past that they wanted to remain hidden from the police. The majority of them were certainly guilty of crimes, but none of them involve the disappearance of sharing a Stasia. One of the detectives recalled everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong, right from the beginning of that case, police began to feel that this case would never be solved. Even in August of 1981, when another young girl went missing, the thought that this could lead to the man who killed Sherry was the farthest thing from the minds of detectives.
The two crimes didn’t appear to be connected, at least not yet. Early on the night of August 29th, 1981, Springfield local twelve-year-old Teresa Fenton asked her parents during a car ride home. If she could go on a quick bike ride before a dinner, she and her parents had had multiple conversations about the murder of another 12 year old girl, Melissa Walbridge earlier that year and adhered to a strict safety code. I am just going to take a second to note here that the murder of Melissa Walbridge doesn’t tie into this case beyond this point, I merely included this to explain the Fenton family’s level of precautions, because without it, it would seem a little bit over the top.
Her parents knew where Theresa was at all times. So they discussed her bike route. Theresa wish to make a four mile round trip from the family’s home to the Cheshire county toll bridge that connected Charlestown New Hampshire field. Her mother said, no, that was too far. She could do it two mile round trip, bike ride. That would take her along old Connecticut river road. And back by the time they arrived home, the family was in agreement, hang a bandana over her hair and getting her bike down from the barn. Theresa had a quick conversation with her father Richard. Then she headed down the driveway off on her bike ride. She pedaled down the U S five away from her home.
Part of the safety code, her family had devised included situations like this. Her bike rides were always timed. Theresa had 40 minutes to return home and a 10 minute grace period, her mother Barbara Fenton said we would challenge her to do a length in a certain amount of time. That was planned to help us pinpoint problems of things. When right, if she was late, we had made an agreement and to go out, looking for her within 10 minutes, Teresa missed her 6:30 PM window that evening. And within 10 minutes, her parents were out searching the Fentons didn’t find their daughter and the police were called while police began to organize a search party.
The Fentons joined by neighbor. Richard Craig started a more thorough search of their own. The Fentons went in one car and Richard joined by a companion, went in another Richard ended up on the river road. Theresa had agreed to stick to, as it got dark, he shone a flashlight into the areas of the edge of the road where the headlights didn’t aluminate. They had been searching for about 45 minutes. When Richard’s flashlight hit something reflective, it was Teresa Fenton’s bike by eight 30, a full-scale search was organized and mounted family, friends, police, neighbors, firefighters, and even volunteer off duty police officers and firefighters joined in when word got out that her bike had been found.
The search became narrowed in on that area, along the river road and route five. The search continued until 2:30 AM Theresa hadn’t been found, but the search would continue again at 6:00 AM. This search consisted of many of the people from before, but also diving teams and men and wet, ready to search the river, a neighbor with a helicopter who flew overhead, searching woods and clearings as well as bloodhounds by one. O’clock the divers, a large area of the river. Still with no sign of Teresa. Everyone was convinced that had Theresa fallen as initially suspected. There would have been some sign of her blood hands initially picked up Theresa sent where her bike had been found, but then became confused and couldn’t get a trail.
This suggested that Theresa May have left the scene in a vehicle. These intense searches yielded no results. Instead about 20 hours after her disappearance, Theresa Fenton was found by a fisherman named Tory Walters and his two children. She had been in a wooded section off of mile hill road. This area was a remote area, five miles from the Fenton home. She had been unconscious and half buried with only an arm visible in the debris and brush that covered that area. Tori said that she had been moaning softly. It was the sound that led to her discovery.
Sadly, there would be no happy ending. In this case, her skull was badly indented and smeared with blood. She never regained consciousness and succumbed to her injuries almost exactly 48 hours after her disappearance, after medical examinations, it was confirmed that she had been beaten, sexually assaulted and left there to die. According to the autopsy report by McKeon Theresa’s death was caused by a blow to the right side of the base of her skull with a blunt instrument. This blow was one of six that she had received to the head. In addition to the blows to the head, there were bruises on her right cheek and lower lip, as well as a broken tooth suggesting one or more hits to the face.
There was also a scrape on her face and a bruise on the right side of her neck, paired with an abrasion on the left side of her neck that were likely caused by strangulation. Very little evidence was found on the Connecticut river road. She had been abducted from the only evidence left behind was Teresa’s bike. Also noted by a new profiler. John Philbin was the presence of a leaf found in Teresa’s waistband. Whoever murdered her had removed her clothing, raped her, then replaced her clothing from this Philbin was able to ascertain that the killer wasn’t frenzied, but instead calm and in control.
He was also likely experienced and comfortable with what he’d been doing. Morrisseau he couldn’t help, but feel that based on the way her body had been carefully placed and partially buried that she’d been almost anointed afterwards from this, he hypothesized that they were looking for someone who was moved by religion, touched by ritual and a churchgoer. He then suspected that the killer likely would have changed his behavior. Following the murders, be it through increased drug or alcohol use or throwing himself into work and church services. He surmised that someone close to likely suspected his involvement and went even further to say that the killer likely lived with his family and had an immature personality.
He also said if the killer was on the older range of the spectrum, he had likely left the area to go to school or join the military and that he would kill during his returns home. He was believed to have been coddled by his mother and either entirely neglected or oppressed by his father through either intense criticism or even some form of physical or sexual abuse. It would be of the utmost importance to this killer to impress other people. Whoever this monster was, he was a local. When his identity finally came out, Philbin believed that the entire town would know who he was and it would be an eye-opener.
Anyone could be a murderer. Even your neighbor. At this point, the entirety of the police force was working tirelessly to find her killer Philbin, even compiled the case materials and send them over to the FBI’s relatively new behavioral science unit in Quantico, Virginia, for months, they received no response, say for requests for more materials, he was eventually able to get an agent on the phone who informed them that they wouldn’t be creating a profile for the case. Instead he offered alternate theories. One was that Theresa had been sideswiped by a vehicle and knocked from her bike. This didn’t match with a carefully placed bike, her change in location, or the fact that her bike was completely untouched.
Another theory was that she’d had a casual encounter with a young man who wanted more than Theresa had been willing to give the agent, described someone between the ages of 17 to 19 slow in school, and probably casually acquainted with Teresa. The third and final interpretation found the facts of the case to be consistent with an assault intended, to be sexual from the very beginning. This final theory helped Philbin confirm his suspicions. His initial suspect profile was of someone in their teenage years to early twenties. But this new information from the FBI pushed him to shift the age range upwards to the late twenties or older aside from these various theories, including that of Philbin little was known publicly about the case.
According to police, captain Richard spear, head of the state police criminal division, the police had a theory. He said, whoever stopped, the girl was able to entice her into the car. So it was probably someone she knew. It was also probably someone with standing in the community. He made a pass at her. She wasn’t receptive and she died. So it was someone who had a lot to lose. He reasoned that a transient or someone she didn’t know would have had no reason to kill her merely because he was rebuffed. I have to wonder if he had a reason to assume the killer had been rebuffed at all. That seems like such a huge assumption to make with little to no information.
And it’s not like an assumption like that would have no impact on the investigation when operating on the belief that the victim knew their killer, your suspect, chef’s from the entire city of Springfield to the people she knew and interacted with in Springfield. Also, can we just briefly talk about that wording? What do you mean she wasn’t receptive and she died. She didn’t just die pal. She was murdered. There’s a big fucking difference there. Okay. One happens somewhat naturally. And the other one, somebody did something to you. She was murdered did not die murdered. Thank you. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Finally, I have qualms with the fact that Philippians profile seems the most fleshed out, but this police officer seemed to just kind of gloss over that one and glom onto the FBI agents profile.
Even though it had been pretty clear that he didn’t look too closely at the information he’d been sent based off of the fact that one of his assessments was, oh yeah, she was sideswiped. And her body was like five miles from her bike, which was placed leaning against the tree very carefully. Like no logic here as anyways, a slight disclaimer here. Hindsight is obviously 2020 and criminal profiling was still extremely new at this point. So in a way it’s understandable that little regard was shown for them still in hindsight land over here, I’m the girl screaming at the television that Spirit’s wrong to be doing what he’s doing.
Side note. Can we make hindsight land, a TV station that has only solved cases from the perspective of someone who knows how it ends and adds in? Well, duh statements also TM. I expect royalties banks a few weeks after the press conference, a random stroke of luck brought another detail to the forefront. Bobby Johnson, someone who had earlier contributed to the timeline of Teresa’s disappearance was arrested on charges of possessing and intending to sell drugs in hopes of leniency. His recollection of that night became just a little bit clearer. He had seen more than just the girl on her bicycle approaching the cross section of the road.
As he initially told police this time, he informed them. He had actually looked at Teresa through his rear view mirror and noticed a car. This car had slowed down, stopped, and eventually backed up towards the girl on her bike. He lost sight of both the girl and the car at this point, but he was able to tell them one important piece of information. The vehicle had been a Pontiac Sunbird and it appeared to be adult gray. He also informed police that the license plates appeared to be from New Hampshire. A polygraph test indicated that Bobby Johnson was telling the truth. This did cause a bit of a conundrum.
However, other witnesses who had seen a vehicle around the time of Teresa’s disappearance had indicated that the car was red, regardless of the discrepancy, Philbin was now set in his profile. This was in fact, an older man and he’d likely killed before and likely would again, while the intensity of the investigation, dwindled due to a lack of new leads, investigator Joseph SD stated I do something in the case, at least every day that I’m working. I still feel very strongly that we will find out what happened. I have some doubts about a criminal conviction at this point, flyers with Teresa Fenton’s picture and an offer of a reward for the capture and conviction of her murderer were placed around and inside of local shops in markets, a $10,000 reward had been put together with pledges and contributions by hundreds of people by August of 1982.
However, Bruce Lawler, the Springfield lawyer and state legislator who handled the reward fund said that there had been talk of withdrawing the offer and donating the money to a charity. Instead he was quoted as saying, I think there’s still a lot of intense feeling, but I think it’s under the surface a little bit. It’s not as apparent as it was following the killing. The primary purpose of a reward is to produce information that might lead police down the right path. The chance of that type of information surfacing after a year decreases substantially. If anybody was going to come forward, they would have done. So by now, now, again, from over here in hindsight land, I take issue with this line of reasoning.
Obviously this was a different time, but nowadays we hear about so many cases where someone who was terrified to come forward eventually does 5, 10, 15 years later, sometimes 20, sometimes 30. Sure. It’s not the immediate resolution we hope for, but it does happen. There was a woman recently. I can’t remember what crime it was, but she came forward and was like, yeah, my husband confessed to killing this woman that he lived with while we were married. I didn’t, I don’t know, but it happens. We’re still hoping that somebody comes out and says something about the Delphi case. It, I don’t know, just removing, removing a reward because it’s been a year and you don’t think anybody’s going to come forward.
Just sits so wrong with me. I don’t know. I would just hope that if it were my child who went missing, that people wouldn’t renege their donations, just because the sense of urgency and pain became distanced to them, it would still be very fresh to me every single day. Any parent who loses child, whether they’re missing. And we have no idea what happened or whether they’ve been murdered. That sense of urgency never goes away. It’s a scab that’s peeled at every single day. Oh, sorry. I am ranting, but I don’t know.
This case has me all up in my fields. Speaking of distance though, you are all so exhausting. I’m going to take a quick break and I will be right back. All right. My social bar has been restored. I feel like a SIM character. Like I don’t need to socialize that often. So instead of having like a social bar, I have like an anti-social bar, like, oh, you’ve talked to people and now you need to stop, pull it back and just like recover.
Ah, recluse recovery. Love it. Okay. Anyways, I’m trying really hard to make this lighter. You guys, it’s not going to get any better. Also. I just recorded like for 15 minutes and my internet connection cut out. So I went away. I have to go through some of the worst details over again anyway. So I hope you guys enjoy this episode because it is a pain in the butt. For me, fear amongst the community was likely renewed in November of 1982. At the time Deanna R Buxton also referred to as Dana Thurston in the shadow of death, the hunt for a serial killer by Philip III Ginsburg, which is where I do get most of my detailed information from in regards to Deanna’s experience.
So I will be referring to her as Deanna going forward. So Deanna didn’t think twice about hitchhiking. She did it often enough and she had places to be on November 12th. She was hitchhiking again. She had hoped to visit her boyfriend, Jerry Twitchell at the prison in Rutland. The prison was about 50 miles from where she lived in Battleboro and definitely too far for a walk. She headed out to get a ride mid-morning and figured she could be back by dark. If all went according to plan, it definitely did not. Her ride began when she was picked up by a man in a green van, he took her the first stretch of the way north of route five, to put any, putting her close to an interstate along the Connecticut river, she walked to the interstate and waited.
She didn’t wait too long though. Within five minutes, a man in a blue Nova picked her up and brought her to Rockingham where route one of the three led toward Rutland. Rockingham was just south of Springfield. She waited for her next ride and it came along within about 15 minutes. A man in a red car with Vermont plates welcomed her into his vehicle. He appeared to be of average height, maybe five foot eight. He wore a checkup, flannel shirt and had short brown hair with that old person side part gen Z take talkers. You know what I’m talking about? I heard what you said. I have a side part, man. Okay. Moving on. He went dire, framed glasses and appeared to be in his early forties.
He had asked her questions about herself, learning that she was a ward of the state. She said that all of her problems were behind her now that she was 17. And didn’t go into much detail the optimism of a 17 year old. He was fine that she didn’t go into detail though. He was more than comfortable filling in the silence. He told her he’d been divorced and had three daughters. He also told her he’d been in the Navy and was shot in the shoulder ankle and left hand. He didn’t elaborate on this. He also told her that his name was Stan, less than an hour into their drive. They passed the highway sign Rutland 13 miles a little past this stand pulled off to a rest stop saying he needed to use the restroom after getting out of the car.
However, he didn’t head towards the restroom. Instead he reached behind the driver’s seat and pulled out a shotgun. He then pointed the two barrels directly at her saying, don’t try to run away scream or I’ll kill you and got back into the driver’s seat and opened the bowl, showing her that the gun was in fact loaded with two green shells. You know, I’m not fooling around. He said it only takes one trigger and you’ll be dead. So do what I say or I’ll kill you. Deanna was convinced that he meant every word of what he’d said quick or warning here.
I know I put one at the beginning of every episode, but this again is a really rough one. And we are about to take a turn towards the Raby material. And it’s definitely uncomfortable. So if you need to skip this part, I will definitely understand. I wish that I could, but then you’d have to do a Google search and that kind of defeats the purpose of me talking about it. So yeah, if you want to skip do so now the drive continued with the barrel of the shotgun remaining trained on her head. The topic took a shift from the previous talk.
Now he had sex on the mind. He grabbed the bottle of Colt 45 malt liquor and ordered her to drink it saying, we’ll get drunk and then we’ll have some fun. He then ordered her to remove her undergarments. Then put her shirt and jeans back on. She complied all the while, begging him not to hurt her. He replied as long as you do what I say, there won’t be any problem. I highly doubt that was true. Her undergarments, as well as her vest were thrown into the back seat, he continued to talk to her about things like masturbation, oral sex and intercourse.
He was sure to use the most vulgar terms for all of these, because of course he did through all of this. He continued to insist. She drank, he intended for her to be drunk. Honestly, he probably wanted her drunk because this piece of shit didn’t think he could take a sober 17 year old girl. But I hate him with one hand on the wheel. He began reaching over and groping her. When he tried to force the hand into her pants, she shoved his hand away. He immediately switched the subject to war, not so much the subject of war itself, but rather what happens when men are off to war more specifically when fighting men have women at their mercy raping them at will.
He then informed her that he liked raping girls and he wouldn’t have any qualms about doing the same to her or killing her. If she refused to cooperate. He also told her that she wasn’t his first he’d done this to others and had been forced to kill two of them. Now just 20 miles north of where he’d picked her up. He pulled the car over once more, the amount of fear coursing through Dan, his veins must’ve been paralyzing. He didn’t kill her though. Instead she was ordered to take over driving with him no longer focusing on the road, his hands were free to do what they wish to her.
And I just have to take a second to applaud this girl hands down. I would have been so messed up in this situation, not just from the alcohol, but like mentally that I would have immediately crashed the car. And this isn’t in a, oh, well I would have done this so that I could have saved myself situation. No, no, no, no, no. This would be a, I literally would not have been able to function and would have crashed the car in a way that actually killed us both. So yeah, this is huge props to her because I, I think many people probably would have crashed the car.
Deanna didn’t crash the car though. Instead she continued driving as his hands and even his mouth violated her. By this point, they were almost out of the malt liquor as Stan had been drinking it as well. He, he then directed Deanna to take the white river junction exit and take him a liquor store. The two entered the liquor store together. Stan keeping Deanna close to his side while he was making his selection and momentarily distracted. Deanna did her best to get help from a store clerk. She managed to mouth. Please help me while gesturing to the man beside her, the clerk didn’t understand.
Even when Deanna continued, before she could come up with another plan. Deanna found herself back in the vehicle with him, withstand behind the wheel. It was now that she realized if she didn’t do something fast, she was going to be his third victim. He would rape her. Then he would kill her thinking. Fast. Deanna said she was feeling unwell. Like she was going to be sick, not wanting her to vomit in his car. He stopped at the curb in front of a small store in the business district of white river junction. He told her to run in and get herself. Some Rolaids. He would be right there watching.
And then he reminded her that he had a gun as if she could forget pal, whether Stan was convinced she was too afraid to disobey him, or he’d actually convinced himself that she was enjoying his company is unknown, but he didn’t accompany her into the store. In the store. Deanna counted the customers. There were three men and one woman, as well as the woman behind the counter in the store, she cried help me. He’s going to kill me. One. Man had heard her as he was paying for his items and walked out the door. Deanna felt the hopelessness of her situation until the man at the door, waved to her, trying to signal to her, to come over.
He must’ve thought that somebody in the store was threatening to harm her. After hesitating a moment, she did. She ran over and she grabbed the man begging him to help her get away from Stan, who she pointed to the man, my fucking hero, honestly, just glared, angrily down at Stan and yelled. What the fuck are you doing to her? Which good God I can count. I can’t count on two hands. The amount of times I needed somebody like that in my life. What a guy ever, the liar, Stan replied. I don’t even know her, not hearing a word. He’d said, Deanna ran back into the store and told the clerk to call 9 1 1.
There was a man with a gun and he was going to shoot her officer. John helpin was called to the progressive market. He’d been told by dispatch that a girl had become hysterical, claiming a man with a gun was trying to kidnap her. I just like to take a brief moment to say, fuck you to that giant douche of a dispatcher. Like, okay. So firstly, the root of the word hysterical is super fucked up, but also there is somebody crying and begging for help you. Their last line of hope are calling them hysterical.
I just, I understand that them’s was the times or whatever, but no, not cool. In the three minutes it took officer health and to get there, her captor had driven away. The only man who had believed Deanna and even defended her against him had also disappeared. She and this man were the only two people to get a good look at Stan. It quickly became clear to officer helpin that Deana wasn’t delirious, but rather terrified. And she had in fact been kidnapped. It wasn’t some figment of her wild imagination. She had been kidnapped by this person. She was then brought into the station to give a statement.
She turned out to be an extremely observant witness, giving officers a thorough description of the man down to the moles on his face. After the parking lot, fiasco, a very inebriated stand, continue to drive the roads he knew so well until the alcohol really began the hit. Then he pulled off to the side of a road for a nap. The nap didn’t really seem to help. However, when he awoke, he continued driving and came up on a curve too fast. His car went off the road and ended wheels up. And before you get all happy about it, he lived. I know, I know. Believe me. I know, despite not wearing a seatbelt stands, survived the crash.
He flagged down a passing woman and asked her to call the police. Once the woman had left, he realized that there was a lot of evidence in his car that could get quite a bit of trouble. He said to work quickly, grabbing anything. He could get his hands on. He didn’t stop to think about what he could keep versus what he couldn’t and just grabbed anything. He could get his hands off. Once his hands were full, he went deeper into the woods, approximately 200 yards from his car. He created a very shallow hole and dumped the gun and other items into it before covering it with some dirt and leaves a few moments. After returning to his car, our state troopers, Dan Levoy and Warner responded near the end of their shift.
They took down the information about his accident. The name on his driver’s license. Read Gary L Schaffer the car. Oh, I was a four year old Pontiac. Sunbird a sporty red one with a white top. The car had been essentially total. Now, if you’ll remember, the car used Teresa Fenton’s murder was described as red by some witnesses, but gray by Bobby Johnson, regardless the two officers who were now eating into their free time, time as their shift had ended, didn’t put the pieces together. LaVoy finished filling out the accident report and threw it in a basket before heading home. So with the police report, you would think that the case was close to being solved, right wrong.
The Vermont police department at the time had there troopers working long hours when they were on duty, as well as being on call, even when they were off for five to seven years, then they would take three to four days off this shift. It was LaVoy and Warner’s last before a long weekend. Over the next few days, while these two police officers were off duty, dispatcher sent out broadcasts about Stan printed notices were put up on station bulletin boards with a description of the man, as well as the vehicle he’d been driving. Deanna was so observant. She was, we’ve been able to tell police that his vehicle had a pink inspection sticker dated July 24th, 1982.
There was a Playboy bunny sticker on one of the windows and a sheepskin cover on the driver’s seat, as well as a blanket in the back seat. Even with all of this information, she wasn’t sure on the make of the car. She described it as small and sporty with a white top like a mustard. Maybe now all local law enforcement was looking out for a vehicle that matched this description that Saturday newspapers printed a report stating that police were on the lookout for an armed man driving it. Red Mustang car. Now police were searching for a red car with a white top, literally any make while the public was searching for a red Mustang police we’re now also searching for a vehicle that had just been totaled.
The car sat behind a Sonica station, near the junction of the interstate and route 1 0 3, which was approximately 10 miles south of Springfield had that newspaper article, red, red sports car. Maybe somebody would have known something like some person going to the Sonoco station. Maybe, maybe they would have seen it, but no, somebody fixated on fucking word Mustang. And I’m so mad about it. Like another one of those situations where you’re just screaming at the TV, like no stop take out that word. And you can’t by the time officers Levoy and Warner returned from their time away, the bulletin had become one of the less urgent matters and was no longer at the top of everyone’s to do list.
And if you’re wondering why the accident report didn’t capture anyone’s notice there was no place on accident reports for writing down the color of the vehicle. Should anyone have happened upon it? It would have just appeared to have been a Pontiac Sunbird and she didn’t specifically mention that make a vehicle despite the attempted abduction and all of the information Deanna was able to give police as well as the continued focus on Theresa Fenton’s case. The final groundbreaking clue wouldn’t come until 19 months after Teresa’s murder and five months after the attempted abduction of Deanna Buxton. Unfortunately this clue came at the price of one more young girl’s life.
On Saturday, April 9th, 1983, Katie Richards went across town to spend time with her friend Rachel sites. The pair of best friends were both 11 years old and had made it through to dance rehearsals that day for an upcoming recital. Now they had time to enjoy themselves and maybe relax a little, the two girls begged Rachel’s mother Judy sites for permission to go to Athens pizza three, to play an arcade game. Initially, Mrs. said no, but later acquiesced like Teresa Fenton’s mother and many other mothers in Springfield, her hesitation came from the recent murders of multiple young girls in the area.
Still the arcade was only a 10 minute walk down plain hill road from the site’s home. I’m sure there was likely some false comfort felt due to the close proximity. We all tend to fall victim to the, not my neighborhood trap. As far as we’re all concerned, what we have to tell ourselves home is safe. Rachel’s father checked his watch. As the girls went out the front door, it was 4:47 PM. When they left for the arcade, the girls arrived at their destination just before five, hoping to have some fun. They had wanted to play Ms Pac-Man. But some of their friends from school refuse to give the two newcomers a turn. Instead they grabbed two small bags of Doritos and headed for home.
One girl wouldn’t make it home. As they were walking. Rachel noticed that one particular car had gotten past them four or five times. That car was a J 2000 Pontiac. They continued on though. And we’re rounding a curve in the road on Peden road. This area wasn’t visible from the main road, Vermont one oh sex or the nearby pet and acres development. It was here that the car stopped alongside them at around 5:15 PM. Katie asked the driver, if he was lost, the driver then asked for directions to the home of someone named Joe. Sir, Neglia after being told that the girls didn’t know who that was or where they lived.
He asked how to get to the Springfield racquetball club. They were familiar with this location and Katie gave the man directions as she did. So the man got out of his light blue vehicle. There was something in his pocket though. No one knows what Rachel believed it was a gun. Rachel recalled that the man questioned. What if I tell you, if you don’t get in the car, I’m going to kill you immediately. Rachel turned and ran off the road. When she turned back to check on friend, she saw Katie Richards climb into the driver’s seat, crying. This would be the last time that Rachel sites or anyone aside from her abductor saw Katie Richards alive immediately.
Rachel returned home and told her parents what had happened. Mrs. called Katie’s mother Rosa there. And the two women went to the police. What followed from there was hours of interrogations before Mrs. Bear was informed by police chief. Peter heard that there would be no search for Katie. I know what the actual fuck. I wish I could tell you that there were some sort of good explanation for this, but there honestly, there, there just isn’t and it’s going to get a lot worse. So just buckle the fuck up because we’re in for a fucking ride. This case in general, plus this particular aspect of it has made me so livid that I stopped researching and writing like 10 times and the making of this episode because my blood pressure was just absolutely fucking done with this planet.
It was like, eat me off my moral coil. I am done. I am ready to be with the gods. Now, during this time, the man Katie knew his dad, Charlie was hurrying back from meeting out of town. It was still light out. So he was hopeful that he could take his private plane out, to conduct an air search of his own hurt, ordered Mr. Fe or not to do so. And even went so far as to send a police officer home with the terrified parents to monitor their phone and ensure they didn’t call others to begin a search. The officer also blocked their driveway with his car to prevent them from leaving to conduct a search in a later lawsuit against hurt misses.
They are maintained that hurt told her there would be no search for her daughter the night of the abduction because searches destroy evidence. She also alleged that hurt, told her we know who he is after we find her body we’ll get him. This lawsuit ended in a settlement, supposedly because it was cheaper to pay out than to continue paying for a defense. I think the lack of a search combined with the payout tells us all we need to know many believe that hurts perceived prioritization of evidence over preservation of life stem from the unsolved murder rate in Vermont at the time between 1957 and Shaffer’s first murder.
The killers of more than 30 people had alluded capture. In many of those cases, police believe they knew who the killers were, but didn’t have the evidence required to build a strong enough case to make an arrest. It seems likely to me, that finding evidence to convict the guy who killed now, three girls was more important to him than saving Katie’s life and having another unsolved murder on his hands, which is just the most and devastating thing to me. I have probably ever heard, according to an article in the Burlington free press, it took Springfield police more than an hour to notify state police of Katie’s abduction.
No roadblocks were set up and instead of dispatching police to patrol the area, they were sent door to door in the area of the abduction misses. There argued that police treated the disappearance as a missing persons case rather than a kidnapping, which I would have to agree given the information that I was able to find it, it literally reads that way. Like he, it just doesn’t seem like he took this seriously at all. Despite the fact that two other girls had been murdered. I just, I know I’m adding a lot of commentary. I’m sorry. I’m very passionate about this. It just makes me mad. The police chief hurt, continued to pat himself on the back.
However, saying he was very, very pleased with the department’s response. We were very rapid. Yeah. Yeah. I’m I’m sure you were rapid to utilize your last fucking brain cell pal 19 hours after her abduction around noon on Sunday, Katie Richards was found in a wooded area. 2.2 miles from the abduction site off of Baltimore road. Her parents weren’t even called instead. Mrs. They are called the police around 2:00 PM. She recalled that hurt, told her we have found the deceased body of a young girl wearing her clothes on the Baltimore road.
You cannot go there. McKeon was the medical examiner in this case as well. The autopsy report said that Katie’s death was caused by one blow to the head with a blunt instrument. Unlike with the other girls. This was the only head wound. According to the report around the same time Katie’s body was found, police were gearing up to make an arrest led to the suspect by Rachel’s lights. She gave police the exact description of the man’s car, as well as that, the assailant had yellow tinted glasses with wire frames and was about her father’s height. She also recalled that the man had been wearing a bright red sweatshirt with lettering on it.
She said, I thought it was some kind of football shirt. I thought it’s at the dolphins. I remembered though that my friend Joel de Lorenzo had one just like it. After receiving this information, police went to the de Lorenzo home and found the affirmation sweatshirt. The lettering on the front had not said the dolphins, but instead said Christadelphians within Springfield. There was a Christadelphian church, which had only 60 members. This sweatshirt was associated with a specific youth gathering. They had put together police pursued this lead and began calling some of the groups leaders by that Sunday word had spread through the church that the police were searching for.
One of their members. One of the Christadelphian leaders, police spoke to James Millay recalled that he had seen church member, Gary Lee, Shaffer driving near the area close to the time of Katie’s abduction. As police continued making phone calls, Sunday services were convening. Schaffer was in attendance upon his arrival a little after 9:00 AM upon his arrival. A little after 9:00 AM. One of the teens who had attended the gathering, greeted him, she’d grown close to Schaffer as he’d been especially friendly to her, even advising her about life. Yeah. I believe that the pair had long heart to hearts and he’d even written letters to her that referred to the Bible and popular songs to help teach her life lessons she’d even seen Shaffer the day prior around 3:00 PM.
At that time he’d confided in her saying that he was unable to see his adopted daughter’s baby. And he was quite upset about that as well as the fact that tomorrow would be the anniversary of his father’s death. I think he was actually upset because he’d just fucking murdered a girl, but that’s fine. I guess this perceived closeness caused her to jokingly ask him on Sunday morning. Hey, are the police after you too? She then explained that police were asking about the sweatshirts. He excused himself to the bathroom saying he wasn’t feeling well, where he purged the contents of his stomach. And I would just like to address the fact that Deanna Buxton didn’t even throw out while he had her hostage, pat his hands all over her was forcing her to drive probably to her death and was threatening to rape and murder her.
But here’s this little bitch throwing up when he’s literally being given a heads up. And that is a no way me saying that someone who throws up in times of duress is weak. I just think that Shaffer here is being a little troglodyte and there’s literally no excuse for it. While this occurred, detective Mike LeClaire met with James Millay, he showed James the composite sketch made up from Rachel’s ICE’s description of Katie Richards murderer. Malai took one look and said, oh, sure. That looks just like Gary Schaffer, who by the way, is James mallet’s cousin. James was then able to give police a timeframe as well as confirmed that he had been wearing his Christadelphian sweatshirt and driving a light blue vehicle after his little fit at the church.
Instead of doing the intelligent thing and getting the fuck out of Dodge, thankfully Schaffer returned home like a worthless soda at almost the same time. The discovery of Katie’s body had been made Mike LeClaire and another Springfield. Detective Doug Johnston arrived at the Shaffer home. Several police waited in cars, outside the Shaffer home out of view of the residents, but ready to jump into action should they need to, the officers were led into the home by Shaffer’s mother, whom he lived with, who then called up to her son in his room. The first words out of his mouth were I’ve been sick before he excused himself to the bathroom.
Once more, he, again, threw up as police listened through the door, they’d been expecting some kind of escape attempt, but there was none that attached to it. Then sat down with Schaefer and asked him about his whereabouts, that Saturday Schaffer who worked as a mechanic for Thomas housey, a car dealer in north Springfield said he had been with his boss and Rutland picking up cars for the dealership. He’d said that the cars were actually late in arriving, so they hadn’t arrived back home until sometime after nine o’clock. His mother who stood nearby the ultimate helicopter parent confirmed that he had in fact left around 2:00 PM and returned around 9:15 PM.
She told police he had been wearing blue pants and his red Christadelphian sweatshirt. He’d also been driving her car, a light blue Pontiac, J 2000. Cause there was a wild Shaffer to finish his version of offense before informing him that they had already spoken to his boss. His boss had said that Shaffer had not been with him at that time. They also informed Shaffer that a witness had placed him in town around the time of Katie’s abduction. Gary Lee Schaffer was then placed under arrest. He went without a fight, but remember number his victims are 11 and 13 year old girls plus an attempted 17 year old girl who even while she was drunk out, smarted him and she probably could have fought his dumb ass off.
So not surprised he didn’t attempt to put up a fight against police officers who were probably his size takes a real man to pick on little girls. Don’t you think after his arrest LeClaire and other officers search Shaffer’s home, his sweatshirt, the official Christadelphian sweatshirt was taken from his bedroom as evidence alone with a pair of blue pants believed to be the ones he was wearing when Katie was taken and subsequently murdered on these pants, they found a hair that looked to be the same color as Katie hair, dusty blonde Shaffer. It was held at the Woodstock community correctional center under $50,000 bail on a charge of kidnapping, a minor.
Once those charges were eventually they raised two also murder and rape. The bail was up to $75,000 investigation for more evidence was in full swing. Now after the discovery that the composite sketch of the man who molested Deanna Buxton closely resembled Shaffer police set to work locating his feet vehicle. The one he had crashed now that they had a name, it was easy enough to connect the dots. Katie murderer was driving a blue car because his red one had been totaled on Tuesday, April 12th, 1983, the police impounded Shaffer’s vehicle, which had been moved from the Sonoco station to junk yard in Rutland where it sat untouched for months.
The car was obviously in a state of disrepair, but Deanna was able to confirm that it was the vehicle she had been in. The colors were the same. The Playboy bunny sticker was where she’d remembered it to be. And her denim jacket and red and blue vast were still in the car. It seems that when Shaffer drunken in a panic attempted to clear evidence from his vehicle, miss some crucial pieces Hertz said at a news conference. The following day that stains resembling blood had been lifted from Shaffer’s car. The stains were to be tested by the state crime laboratory, heartfelt optimistic that the stains would connect Shaffer to the murder of Theresa Fenton.
Real fucking glad you feel optimistic about something, buddy, state police Sergeant Robert Haynes also stated that on that very morning, two state police divers searched a small pond near the site where Katie Richard’s body was found for a murder weapon. This search proved unsuccessful her then acknowledged that the weapon was difficult to narrow down as it could have been any blood instrument, including a rock at this point, Windsor county state’s attorney prosecutor. In this case, William ASBOs stated that Shaffer was so significantly depressed as to be considered a suicide risk because of course he was, he was placed in maximum security away from the general prison population and was under close watch at his initial hearing, Shaffer arrived wearing dirty white sneakers, brown pants and a flannel shirt.
Real good. Look there, buddy. At this hearing, he pleaded not guilty to both the kidnapping of Katie Richards and the kidnapping of Deanna box. Dan, no further charges were filed against him at that time, as they still lacked the evidence required to meet a murder charge against him for Katie Richards, as of May 5th, they were also no closer to tying Shaffer to the murder of Theresa Fenton in a news report from May 5th prosecutor, Bose said the samples taken from Shaffer’s vehicle, as well as samples taken from his boots turned up blood. He didn’t elaborate on whose blood it might be or which sample if not both the blood had shown up in. He did.
However, say that he knew the blood types that were pulled in the sample further information regarding the multiple cases here is very sparse as a gag order was placed on any information regarding Shaffer in order for him to receive a fair trial. In fact, it even created an entirely separate court case to figure out which was more important, a fair trial or the public’s right to know. So yeah, there’s lots of court cases involved with this as there should be in early October, Shaffer apparently wrote prosecuting attorney bows, a letter stating that he believed he had murdered Richards and Fenton. This statement was thrown out for summaries and probably chain of evidence.
I couldn’t find anything on Monday, December 5th, 1983, Gary Lee Schaefer said through his attorney in a Vermont district court that he wished to clear himself in the eyes of God, don’t be fooled though. This wasn’t about God. He changed his plea from innocent to no contest, to secondary murder, sexual assault and kidnapping and a plea bargain arrangement. A stipulation of this plea bargain was that no charges could be filed against Shaffer in connection with the kidnapping rape and murder of Theresa Fenton provided that Shaffer wrote a detailed confession of her murder. So basically he bitched out. Bose said that his case had been weakened when a discrepancy in the Vermont law statutes dismissed a felony murder charge against Shaffer.
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In regards to Katie Richard’s murder. This prevented a first degree murder charge. Shaffer’s attorney said during the hearing that he had substantial evidence to prove that Shaffer had been temporarily insane when he killed Richards and that it was his client’s desire to go ahead with the plea bargain. He stated that Shaffer had no recollection of trying to harm Katie and that quote, it is his belief that he was acting in a way that had an interrelationship with things that happened to him as a child and quote, this statement was not elaborated on. I just like it came out in this trial that Katie Richards had also been raped prior to her murder.
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According to Mrs sites during the entirety of the trial, Rachel insisted upon sitting in the front row, she said she wanted to get a good look at him. She stared at Shaffer for most of the sentencing when Rosalie Speyer took the stand Katie’s mother, she said, as long as this man lives, he will feel compelled to the story, the lives of innocent children by as odious and obscene means as he can devise. I don’t want any child so tortured such as she was ever again. He must never be allowed near another young child. Schaefer’s lawyer insisted some may be skeptical about this, but Gary understands that society should inflict punishment upon him.
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I suspect the court knows that he’s likely to feel more pain from his sense of guilt and sense of confusion than from any sentence. I’m going to say that I fully understand that defense attorneys, even of the guilty are doing an extremely important job and inadequate defense could lead to cases being thrown out and killers being set free. It’s happened far too many times, but the fact that he said this JF WBF is more likely to feel any pain at all from a sense of guilt or confusion is simply vomitous to me. He won’t even vocally state that he for sure did it just that he thinks he might have like, I’m sorry, but prov doesn’t feel any guilt over it at all.
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He knows he did it. He remembers all of it. If you recall Filkins profile of him, which turned out to be pretty fucking spot on. If you ask me a flat-out stated that this was controlled, it was not frenzied. Somebody who is not in control of their own actions literally does not have control by definition. So yeah, no bitch fish did it. Bitch. Trish knows Beatrice did it. And bitch fish will never feel guilt over it because he is a bitch fish. That is why he is called a bitch fish. Okay. Bitch fish in January of 1984, Shaffer was sentenced to the maximum term for murder at the time in Vermont, 30 years to life with the possibility of parole.
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Now it did say that he was sentenced twice, but they wouldn’t go into detail on it. And that those sentences would be served concurrently. So I can only believe that he was technically sentenced to 60 years to life, but because they’re served concurrently, it’s still only 30 years to life. So he was sentenced to 30 years to life with the possibility of parole, both stated, I do not think he will be paroled at the time of his minimum sentence. I think he should go to jail for the rest of his life for what he’s done a fucking men. Okay. So who was Gary Lee Schaffer?
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Well, I’m going to tell you after another break, girl need some water. So who was Gary Lee? Shaffer as far as most in the town were concerned. Shaffer was unremarkable. He lived a quiet life and had no real social life outside of the church. His documented childhood was rather uneventful. He’d moved to Springfield with his family when he was around 10 years old Philbin spot on profile of Schaefer. Combined with the statement from Shaffer’s attorney do imply that there may have been some darkness in his childhood, whether that was the physical abuse or sexual abuse or the emotional abuse inflicted by an overcritical or absent father.
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No one knows after high school Shaffer served in the Navy for 10 years, all that is known about his performance in the Navy was a single note. Someone had written on an affidavit submitted at his arraignment. The notation read had trouble in Navy police opened investigations into missing or murdered girls in any he’d been stationed at. I could find no information in regards to these investigations or whether or not anything was turned out by them. I can only surmise from the lack of documentation. That means nothing came of them. I could be wrong or the cases could have simply not been tied together yet. As we’ve seen, particularly in the last two years now is the time for cold cases to finally be solved.
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Shaffer returned to Springfield Vermont two years after his service ended and rejoined the Christadelphian church reports here differ slightly. In one report, I found that Shaffer had been disfellowshipped from the church for marrying Arlene Shaffer in 1972, which went against church rules regarding marrying a divorcee because apparently you can be a divorcee and be fine, but the second you marry a divorce, a oh heaven forbid heavens to Betsy, my delicate sensibilities. I cannot the book I referenced stated that he’d recently been elected as a custodian of the church either way. He was a highly active member of the church who attended Sunday services, as well as Wednesday night, prayer meetings, unsurprisingly.
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He also paid special interest to the youth group. In fact, three days out of the week, he would take groups of young people to visit with the elderly at nearby nursing homes. How horrified do you think their parents were to find that out? Friends and family of Schaefer stated that there were two sides to him. There was the Gary they saw at church and the Gary. They saw out of it at church. He was outgoing, friendly and dedicated to the youth at his job. And in his social life outside of church, he was quiet, almost a recluse. According to his friends, though, he loved to go on drives in his car, blaring rock and roll music as he went.
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The next part I’m literally only including because it grossed me the fuck out. And if I have to live with it. So do you, according to Roger Schaffer, Gary’s brother, when Gary was stationed in the Navy at great lakes, he became attached to the band. Styx. Apparently Shaffer would tell people that their song called she cares, sort of describes his life. Why does this gross me out? Well, here’s part of the lyrics. I worked hard to be the greatest lover. I wanted to be sure I was her only one. That’s how I thought it was to be done. But I went too far, assumed too much the need to feel a younger one’s touch seemed important then, oh, what a fool I’ve been on its own.
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It’s pretty obviously a song about a guy cheating on his partner with a younger lover shitty, but okay. I guess it’s not the first song about cheating. It won’t be the last, but when pairing those lyrics with Gary Lee Shaffer, knowing what we know now, it simply Ahmed hus like, no, I will never, ever. I’ve never listened to that song. And now I never, well, that’s just not going to happen in one interview. Roger also told police that Shaffer and his wife are lien had been in Springfield. The weekend of Nastassia his disappearance and may have stayed at the Howard Johnson motel. A manager of the hotel was unable to locate the records for the nights between August 27th and 29th, 1979.
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And Arlene Shaffer declined to comment. She even went so far as to say, as far as I’m concerned, I was never married. Which girl, what a mood disown them and run. I mean, maybe help the police solidify a timeline and like convict him of murder. But like, otherwise just run like the other way run. Since his initial statement, John lawfully, he said that he no longer believes that his brother had been in Springfield at that time. Roger said direct quote. That’s what he tells me that he wasn’t here that weekend. I know he came up sometime during that period. I just don’t know when I really couldn’t say to be honest with you, whether he was in town, I can’t see why they would want to pin it all on Gary.
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But if he was in town and I knew for a fact, I would suspect it myself. I really don’t know. I really don’t, frankly, I wouldn’t believe anything. Any one of my siblings said, if I found out they were without a doubt raping and murdering people while living under the same roof as me or on Pluto, for that matter, they would just lose all credibility in my book. Like how can you believe somebody who is capable of doing all of those things while you live with them? Even if you don’t live with them, it should be said that despite his uncertainty, Roger did make himself available to police to try and clear things up as best as he could at the time of his arrest.
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Shaffer was divorced and living with his mother and his brother, Roger, his and their mother’s feelings towards Gary remained very clouded and confused. Gary Lee Schafer died on December 3rd, 1995 in Florida state prison. I can’t say that. I think many tears were shed for him. Honestly. I don’t think they were. He had apparently been stabbed multiple times by another inmate. He had over 40 stab wounds to his eyes and his throat had been cut from ear to ear. And I do not believe in distribution, but karma is a bigger bitch than I will ever have to be. I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. Peter hurt. AKA captain douche squad lost his position as police chief, after the lawsuit was settled and went off to be head of security on a college campus.
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I don’t remember the name of the college campus. I know I did read it, but he was not important enough to me to mention it. So whoops, sharing a was just 13 years old at the time of her murder. I couldn’t find much by way of statements about her, but from my research, I gathered that she was a loving older sister and a fiercely independent young girl who likely would have become an amazing woman. Twelve-year-old Theresa Fenton was described as bright and perky and an exceptional student. Very good in all her classes. She was active in the chorus, cheerleading and band. She’d also been named student of the month, several times in sixth grade and was looking forward to beginning junior high, the Wednesday following her death.
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Katie 11 years old had just been named student of the month at school and had been looking forward to her 12th birthday. She’d also been looking forward to her upcoming dance recital and wearing a special Tutu with sequence. Her mother had made specially for the occasion. Katie was buried in the Tutu that she loved never having gotten a chance to perform in it. This has been the cursed and excruciating tale of the brutal murder of three young girls and the sexual assault of another at the hands of some fucking guy who couldn’t cope with his bullshit problems. I know that wasn’t at all catchy. It wasn’t creative. I’m honestly just so pissed off and sad that I couldn’t come up with anything else.
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Mess. Maybe I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m not going to do math. I’ve never even smoked pot. I’m unclean as a facade whistles are actually filthy. Where did that come from anyways until next time, keep your curses sexy. And your hex is sexy. If you’re tuning, turning, oh, this is going to be a good one. I can feel it. Today’s tale starts off with 13. We would challenge her to do a two by eight 30. A full-scale search was organized in mountain mountain. A full-scale search was organized and mountain.
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Yes, mountain. The fuck-ups in this episode are Shirley mountain that’s for sure. By one o’clock the drivers had drivers. Oh my God. Very little evidence was found on the Connecticut river road. She’d been a duck, a ducted. She was a ducted. She didn’t wait long though. Within fifth for five minutes, she was then brought into the statement into the statement, despite the attempted abduction. God, why do I keep trying to say adduction? Despite the, the two girls begged Rachel’s mothers, Judy sites to PR no roadblocks were set up and instead of dispatching police to patrol within Springfield, there was a Christadelphian church.
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