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Deep Lore is changing directions...
After a lot of thought, I’ve decided that Deep Lore, as it currently exists, is coming to an end. This wasn’t an easy choice, because I’ve genuinely enjoyed researching these stories, writing about them, and trying to present them in a way that felt thoughtful, atmospheric, and respectful. True crime has always fascinated me, not because of the violence or the darkness itself, but because of the…
Why America Stopped Executing for Rape: The Ronald Wolfe Story
The evening air around Troy, Missouri, was thick with the smell of popcorn and diesel, the carnival lights flickering against the pale autumn sky. Families moved between game booths and food stands, and children clutched paper bags of candy as the organ music swelled and faded. It was October 18, 1959, and for one little girl, it was supposed to be another small-town Sunday—bright, noisy, and…
A Diary, a Cab Ride, and a Disappearance: The Leanne Hausberg Story
On the morning of March 18, 1999, the streets of Bensonhurst were still slick from the night’s rain. Puddles collected against the curbs, reflecting the bright signs of corner stores and the distant rumble of the D train. At around eight o’clock, a girl in a red and black bubble jacket stood near the intersection of 67th Street and 18th Avenue. She was small for fourteen, brown-haired, her cheeks…
The Online Grooming and Murder of Breck Bednar
Breck David LaFave Bednar was born in March 1999 in Surrey, the first child of American parents who had moved to England for work. A year later, triplets—Chloe, Carly, and Sebastian—joined the family. After his parents separated in 2006, Breck lived in Caterham with his mother and siblings. By his early teens he was the kind of boy teachers and family described in simple, steady terms: relaxed,…
The Girl Who Never Made It to the Mall
Snow had not yet come to Garfield Heights, though December held its breath over the bare trees and quiet porches. Sixteen-year-old Beverly Jarosz spent the late morning at her grandmother’s house with her sister, the kind of family errand that made a short day feel ordinary. It was Monday, December 28, 1964. Their parents had gone to work; the girls ate, chatted, and planned the afternoon.…
Bundy’s Youngest Victim: The Vanishing of Susan Curtis
It was a warm Friday evening in Provo, Utah, the kind of twilight that blurs the line between daylight and darkness. On the campus of Brigham Young University, teenagers drifted between dorms and lecture halls as the Bountiful Orchard Youth Conference wound down for the night. The air smelled faintly of grass and cafeteria food, the sidewalks still radiating heat from the day. Among the crowd was…
After 44 Years, Piru’s Jane Doe Has Been Identified Through DNA
The Santa Clara River Valley sits low and bright beneath the mountains, where the smell of oranges carries on the wind. In the early 1980s, Piru was a speck of a town along the valley road — a cluster of houses, a few small shops, and endless rows of citrus trees. Around a thousand people lived there, most of them Hispanic, families who had been in the fields for generations. The rhythm of the…
A Colorado Mystery: The Disappearance and Discovery of Terri Ackerman
Late on an August afternoon in 2018, Terri Ackerman left her daughter’s home in Brighton, Colorado, after a normal visit. She said her goodbyes, promised to see her grandchildren soon, and drove the half hour back to her house on Poplar Street in Lochbuie. The drive was ordinary—flat roads, a wide horizon, the hum of tires over warm asphalt. When she called her daughter, Ambyr, around 4:30 p.m.…
A Barmaid’s Final Shift and the Island Mystery That Followed
On the island of Saipan, the air stays warm long after midnight. The sea wind drifts through the open doors of Godfather’s Bar, carrying the sound of clinking bottles and laughter down Palm Street. On February 4, 2012, Emerita “Emie” Relata Romero was behind the counter as usual—thirty-seven years old, quiet, quick with a smile. She knew the regulars by their drinks and the tourists by how they…
For Seven Days, She Called Home. Then the Line Went Dead.
The summer of 2006 was the kind that hums in memory—warm pavement, open windows, and the sound of the World Cup carrying from every café. In Paderborn, a small German city with tree-lined streets and student apartments, twenty-one-year-old nursing student Frauke Liebs spent the evening of June 20 watching England play Sweden with friends at an Irish pub called The Auld Triangle. She’d met her…
The Detective, The Journalist, and the Killer: Suspects in the Circleville Case
In Circleville, Ohio, the mail once carried more than news or bills. It carried warnings. Beginning in 1976, residents started receiving anonymous letters written in heavy block capitals — accusations, threats, and promises of exposure. The first envelopes landed in the mailbox of Mary Gillispie, a local school bus driver, and inside was a message that would upend her life. Some accounts date her…
He Left Everything Behind — Even His Teeth. What Happened to Marc Fullerton?
A thirty-five-year-old father stepped into the June heat wearing only black shorts, and the life he left sitting on tables and counters has never matched the story of a man who chose to walk away. On Tuesday, June 2, 2020, at around 7:30 p.m., Marc Randall Fullerton called his mother from Braggadocio, Missouri, the same way he did every evening. The calls were ritual—his mother described them as…
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Three Minutes to Midnight: The Unsolved Murder of Brian Foguth
On the night of November 28, 1994, 23-year-old Brian Foguth clocked in at the Duke and Duchess convenience store in Brimfield, Ohio. He wasn’t supposed to be there. Brian had agreed to cover a shift for a coworker, a last-minute favor he didn’t hesitate to accept. The store sat at the edge of town, where the quiet stretches of State Route 43 met the lonely lanes of Interstate 76. At 2:00 a.m., it…
Tonetta Carlisle's Last Walk: The 35-Year Search for Truth Behind a Tennessee Teen's Vanishing
It was a Thursday afternoon, March 16, 1989, and the streets of Chattanooga, Tennessee, were calm. The school day had just ended, and 15-year-old Tonetta Carlisle was on her way home. She walked this route every day—a quick five-minute stroll from City High School to her house on Ruth Avenue. She wasn’t in a rush, just taking her usual path, looking forward to an afternoon at home. For her…
Was She Running From Danger or Her Own Mind? The Vanishing of Star Palumbo
It’s the early hours of April 26, 2000, at Reno/Tahoe International Airport. The world beyond is quiet and still, but on the tarmac, a strange scene unfolds. A young woman is running erratically across the open expanse, moving with a frantic urgency that suggests she’s trying to escape from an unseen threat. Her name is Star Palumbo, 25 years old, and her wide eyes betray panic as her brown hair…
Mystery in Belle Haven: The Unsolved Case of Martha Moxley
On the night of October 30, 1975, the quiet streets of Belle Haven, a gated community in Greenwich, Connecticut, were alive with mischief. It was Mischief Night, a local tradition when kids played harmless pranks—egging houses, draping trees in toilet paper, ringing doorbells, and dashing away into the night. For 15-year-old Martha Moxley, it was supposed to be just that—innocent fun. Although…