No one is quite sure when Eugene Gall of Hillsboro, Ohio started scouring city streets looking for young women and girls to rape, but by most estimates, this disgusting past time of his began in the mid to late 1960s. In 1970, he was 23-years-old … Continue reading 38. The Serial Killer
37. Still More Tales
For many years, a neighborhood grocery store stood just down the highway from Rose Avenue where townspeople would shop for their groceries. Many locals remember the store fondly, having patronized the business because it was close to the little streets and neighborhoods in Highland Heights. … Continue reading 37. Still More Tales
36. A-L-I-V-E
This time settling into Moira's studio was easier. Much like our first visit with her, the day was sunny, the room was calm, she was inviting, and the mood of the room was peaceful. Meeting with her was like seeing a friend again and after … Continue reading 36. A-L-I-V-E
35. The Empath
As I worked to stomach all that Joe shared with me about the second suspect, I had questions, like usual. Knowing that, like the man on the porch, there was no physical evidence connecting the second suspect to the crime, I couldn't help but contemplate-- … Continue reading 35. The Empath
34. The Cave of Dark Memories
One morning an email appeared in my inbox. The sender shared that he'd been reading the first couple of blog posts and once he read where Cheryll's body had been found, he contacted me because memories of long ago stirred in his mind and he … Continue reading 34. The Cave of Dark Memories
33. An Alternative Theory
Bridget spoke up and asked perhaps the most important question of him. "So what do YOU think happened that morning?" We could see him collect his thoughts and temper any emotion that was flowing through him. After a brief pause he spoke and an alternative … Continue reading 33. An Alternative Theory
32. Like A Strong Ocean Wave
"Will you tell us why you think it's him?" I asked with a slight hesitation. We were on the precipice of what could be some new revelations and I knew then that I'd either be convinced one way or the other, or be left with … Continue reading 32. Like A Strong Ocean Wave
