#cleveland abduction

[morbidology]

18-year-old Elaine Nix lived with her family in Gainesville, Georgia. She loved frogs and aspired to be a mother and a nurse one day. Standing at just 5 feet 2 inches tall, those who knew her said she was a spitfire. “She had a very charismatic way about her. She could walk into a room and light it up without saying anything,” recalled her friend, Jennifer Boyd.

At around 11PM the 20th of September, 1999, Elaine pulled on a white t-shirt, khaki pants and blue and white gym shoes and left her suburban home to drive the short distance to Zack’s Food Rack, located at 2052 Candler Road in Gainesville.

Elaine would frequently drive here so that she could she could use the pay phone to talk to her boyfriend, Billy Milwood. Since Billy lived in Cleveland with his mother, Elaine couldn’t use her home phone to call him because long distance in the Nix household was blocked. When one month’s bill totaled $75, Elaine’s mother, Becky, had the phone company to block all long-distance calls. “For 35 cents she could use that pay phone and talk to him for as long as she wanted,” Becky said. “We have to live on a budget.”

So at around 11PM on that fateful night, Elaine drove to the pay phone where she and Billy chatted about going camping. It was routine for her. After around an hour on the phone, Elaine told Billy she loved him and hung up. This phone call was corroborated with phone records.

What happened after she hung up that phone remains a grim mystery.

A couple of hours later, at around 2AM, a deputy on patrol found Elaine’s 1986 Toyota Celica parked next to the pay phone she had been using at Zack’s Food Rack. The car window was rolled down and the key was still in the ignition but there was nobody to be seen. The officer thought nothing of it and continued with his night-time patrol.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞:

[mjolnirswriststrap]

PICKPOCKET

Yelena x F!Reader Masterlist

Word Count: 3,884

Summary: A taxi, an interview, a drink, and then an attempted abduction.

Warnings: fluff, it gets dark for like two seconds, a family of pickpockets, whoop whoop that’s the sound of da police.

The bustling streets of Cleveland were no match for someone 10 minutes late to an interview. This was your fifth job lined up this week, and you tanked the other four. You had no luck when it came to these things, and no one wants to hire someone without experience.

You have two weeks to figure something out, or else your landlord is kicking you from your tiny studio. It’s above a Chinese restaurant, so the smell and heat alone are not worth what she’s charging in rent. You know you don’t have any other options.

You find the corner you told the taxi to meet you at, but it is nowhere to be seen. You wait, no so patiently, biting the remnants of fingernails you have left. Like you said, you have no luck. You see the car stop at the red light across the intersection, and hope this driver doesn’t mind speeding.

You walk to the curb, raising your arm to hail the cab down. A blonde woman walks up in front of you, throwing her arm up walking backwards to match your stance. You have no clue what she’s doing; this taxi belongs to you.

“Excuse me?” You say, nudging past her to reach the car door faster. Her reflexes outmatch yours by a mile, she opens the door, sliding in. “I just thought, we share yeah?”

You stand holding the door open, looking side to side in disbelief. She can’t be serious. “Listen lady, I have an interview I’m already late for, I can’t do this today.” You plead.

You lean down to see the woman talking to the driver through the plexiglass. There’s no time to argue anymore. You slide into the black leather seat, slamming the door. “Me first.” You roll your eyes, jutting out the address of your destination.

The driver peels away, you take a chance to relax. Practiced questions go through your mind. You can’t mess this job up, you options were exhausted. You wipe your eyes, trying to ease the throbbing stress behind them. You pull your fingers away to see them covered in black streaks. Your eyes widen, you forgot you’re wearing makeup.

You grab your purse from beside you, searching for your bedazzled compact mirror. All of the contents of your bag were strewn across your lap, it’s gone. You throw your head back, grunting through your teeth. “What’s wrong?” Your co-passenger asks. You look over to her, the reason evident on your face.

“My mascara.” You say defeated. You know you must look like a pouting child to the woman. Her dark eyes give you pity, and her bottom lip puffs out. “Oh sweetie. I’ll help you.” She pulls a complimentary taxi tissue from the box between you. Wrapping it around her finger she test swipes under your eye.

You’re frozen in place, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You were too fogged by anger to even get a good look at her. If it wasn’t for her telling accent, you’d know she was foreign based on looks. No one from around here looked like her.

She reached forward with her other hand gently holding onto your chin; when a bump cause her fingers to run across your lips. Her eyes are focused on yours, meticulously wiping away the black lacquer. She pulls her tissued hand away, you think she’s finished. “How do I thank you?” You attempt to smile, she’s still holding your chin.

“Not finished.” She drops the tissue and licks her thumb, your eyebrows raise as she wipes just under your lip. “Lipstick.” She says casually, opting to wipe her finger on her shirt sleeve and not the tissue. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.” You’re too embarrassed now to attempt a conversation.

“No need to thank me, I do it gladly for a pretty woman like you.” You laugh out loud, you were the runt of the litter compared to her. “You don’t have to say that.” You say, letting your hair fall in your face. How did you go from hating this woman for making you later; to wanting her to kiss you?

“That will be 12 dollars.” The driver breaks you out of the daze she put you in. You nod your head, fishing for your debit card. The blonde woman reaches past you, taping to pay on his card reader. “Go crush that interview, pretty woman.” She says, reaching past you again to open your door.

You’re speechless as she shoos you out of the cab. You turn to look at the office building behind you and the taxis already gone. You didn’t even get her name. You kick yourself as you walk into the building, the woman more present on your mind than the interview.

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That’s all it took, the woman’s face consuming your every thought. You didn’t overthink the questions the manager asked. You literally couldn’t, too preoccupied with the way the corners of her lips curled up. You smiled as you looked over your new work schedule. You knew you could do it, god, you’re so happy you could kiss that stranger in the back of the taxi.

You walk out of the building, eyes in a crescent shape, your smile touching each ear. “How did it go?” Your head jerks to the side and your smile instantly fades. What was once a meet cute is now an almost stalker situation. “What are you doing here?” You say, stopping in your tracks. No matter how attractive a person is, you always have your guard up.

She throws her hands up “Hey, no need to act that way. I just felt too invested to not know. So?” She says, not ashamed of her actions, fully expecting you to answer her. “I uh, I got the job.” You can’t help but to smile at your little victory.

“Sounds like we need to celebrate.” She says, pulling her phone from her pocket, searching for bars nearby. You find yourself raising your brows at the stranger yet again. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really hang out with strangers, who invaded my taxi.” You say, regretting turning her down.

She nods her head, stuffing her phone back into her pocket. “You know, I just thought you owe me.” She steps closer to you, entering your personal space. “You won’t get a drink with me but you’ll let me pay your fair?” You look up to meet her eyes, they have a deviance to them. “You did that before I had the chance.” You almost shy away from her, but then she’s telling you her name. “I’m Yelena, and you’re Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?” You say, anxiety coming back. “When he dropped me off, that’s what he called me.” She nods over to the taxi, idle on the curb. “So, can I buy you a drink for being a good girl and getting the job, or not?” Your cheeks blush, no one had ever called you a good girl before.

“One drink.” You say, trying to play off all the emotions flowing through you. “Yay, that’s what I like to see.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you to the taxi. Her hand was warm, and strong, you don’t know if she saw it the way you did, but it had you gushing yet again.

“Three blocks down, take a right.” She says to the driver, undoubtedly happy to have so much business from you two. “I appreciate whatever interest you have in me, but what’s going on in your life that you can just minorly stalk a stranger?” You say, needing to know more about the mysterious woman.

She smiles at you, “I was bored.”. Hard to believe she had nothing better to do. “So you invaded my taxi for fun?” She shakes her head, “I came back, for fun.” She looks out the window and knocks on the glass “We’re here. Don’t wait up.”

You jump out of the car and wait on her to pay. What a gentleman you giggle to yourself. “Come with me.” She doesn’t reach for your hand this time. Instead she strides in front of you, swinging open the door to the little pub. “My mother works here, so free drinks.” She nods you in.

Can this day get any better you laugh to yourself. Now she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bar. “Mama, this is Y/N.” She yells over the drunk hum of the pub. Her mother looked too young to actually be her mother. They shared no resemblance at all. “Hello Y/N, I’m Melina.” She reaches out to shake your hand, but before she can, Yelena interrupts “Not her, Mama.” She says giver her mother a stern look.

Melina just blinks at her, giving you no indication on what she meant. She still reaches forward and shakes your hand, “It’s nice to meet one of Yelena’s friends.” She says.

“I wouldn’t go that far but.” You say, poking fun at you two being complete strangers. “We’re not friends.” Yelena says, clarifying that whatever this was, wasn’t friendly.

“Good to know.” You say, ordering a beer from her mom. Yelena sits on the stool beside you, speaking up when her mother walks away. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You take a swig of the beer that was at in front of you. “I didn’t take it any certain way.”. Yelena just looks at you, picking up her beer. “I like you more than that.” She takes a sip, looking away from you. So she was interested.

“So, Yelena, what else do you do besides pester strangers?” You flirt with her, picking at your nails and avoiding eye contact.

She grabs your hand, running her thumb across the peeled skin. “I like meeting new people, it’s not a crime.” You nod your head, letting her play with your fingers. “I’m kind of in my family business.” She says, not letting on to any more information.

“And what would that be? You can’t bring me to your moms bar and act coy now.” She downs the rest of her beer, looking over at you as the last few drops fall from the glass. “You wanna see the family business?” She stands, waving over her mother.

You nod, jumping off your stool. “I’ll see you at home Mama.” “You girls be safe, don’t hurt anyone!” You laugh out loud, not knowing how serious she was being. She starts walking down the sidewalk with you in tow. “Where are we going?” You say, bumping into a man that split Yelena and you apart. You roll your eyes, looking ahead to see Yelena picking up a woman’s purse for her. How caring, you think.

She walks beside you, looping her arm in yours. “To my house.” She says, stopping to smell fresh flowers at a kiosk. “First I meet your mom, now you’re taking me home. What did I do to deserve this?” You laugh.

She makes a quick turn down an alley, dragging you along. “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” She makes a great point. “This is me.” She says, opening a metal back door. “Nat, I’m Home.” She yells out, slinging down her bag.

“You’re home early.” A red head comes hopping down the stairs. She was just as beautiful as Yelena. Too gorgeous to be from around here. “Who’s this?” She says, aiming her attention towards you.

“I’m Y/N.” You give her a small wave, sheepishly standing behind Yelena. She smiles, mumbling to Yelena about needing to pay the water bill. “I’ll get it as soon as I can, it’s been a slow day.”

“Not slow, you’ve been preoccupied.” Nat bites back. Yelena groans “Let’s do this later, please.” She begs, not wanting to to make her company suffer through sisters arguing.

Nat turns around, ascending the stairs. “I thought you meant your business was out of your home, it looks pretty normal in here.” You say still in the dark.

“It is.” She points to the 70 inch tv behind her. You take a better look around and notice brand new appliances in the dilapidated kitchen. There were holes in the couch cover, but a MacBook was sitting on the coffee table. Your eyebrows furrow, “Not to be rude, but it kind of seems like your priorities are out of line. If the water bill needs paid, why own a Mac?” You might have overstepped.

“I’m trying to jailbreak it, it’s not ours.” She says, understanding your confused position. “Oh.” You say, still not understanding.

Yelena walks to the living room, sitting on the couch. “Wanna watch something?” She says, scrolling through Netflix. You accompany her, squeezing in on the love seat. “Of course, i didn’t have plans or anything.” You say sarcastically. This beautiful stranger could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t even notice that time past.

“I got you something.” She says, finally picking a movie. “How is that even possible, we met less than two hours ago.” She hadn’t been out of your sight since the interview. She pulls a tiny gold chain bracelet from her pocket. “I can’t accept that.” You say, feeling instant guilt that she spent money on you.

“It’s nothing, really.” She says, clasping it around your wrist. “I found it.”. You ogle the shining gold, you’d never owned anything like this. “How do I thank you?” You say, turning towards her in your seat. “Don’t, it’s nothing.” She assures you.

You look at your wrist to admire your new bracelet and see the time staring back at you. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.” You say, gathering yourself to leave. “Right.” Yelena says sadly, not letting you see the way her eyes hardened.

You take out a ripped piece of an envelope from your purse and quickly jot down your phone number. You lean over the couch, holding the paper beside her face, due to her keeping her back to you. “Call me.” You say, waiting for her to take the paper. She turns to give you a tight lipped smile and gently snatches the paper from you, throwing it down on the coffee table.

You wonder what changed, one second she’s gushing over you, now she’s acting like you really are a stranger. Walking out of the back alley door, you close it without another word. That was weird, you think to yourself as you make your way towards the smell of home.

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You smile as you walk up to a neon red dragon. A bell jingles when you enter, alerting Kevin that someone was here. “I’ll be right with you!” He has his back to you while on the phone, probably taking an order. “It’s just me Kev.” He turns around and gives you a smile, rolling his eyes pointing at the phone. You laugh, he always tells you about horrible customers.

The phone claps on the hook and he turns toward the counter. “You look like your day was worse than mine.” He says, packing a brown paper bag with white containers. You shake your head no. “It was just random. First this woman tries to steal my taxi,”. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Right! Dude I was so pissed. But something else happened that kind of made up for the bad start.” He places the packed bag under the heat lamps. “SPILL IT!” He says, wiping down the counter in front of you.

“I got the job!” You squeal, no one was in the restaurant or else you would’ve been scolded by Kevin’s dad. “Girl, I am so happy for you, now you can tell Mrs. Jones to suck it. You’re not going anywhere.” She was the restaurants landlord too. Kevin’s Dad had many problems with her in the past, but he always figured it out, he told you that you would figure it out too.

“Hopefully, just keep your fingers crossed that everything works out.” You say to him, a customer walks in and Kevin switches his attention. You phone dings and you pull it from your pocket.

Unknown: sorry about earlier, I wanna see you again.

You stare down at the screen, maybe she didn’t have a change of heart. Kevin walks back up to you, his apron gone and the kitchen lights off. Typing out a quick reply you stand from your stool. “Who you texting?” He says, curious.

“No one, just the woman from the taxi…” you say, hoping he doesn’t catch on. “And why would you be texting her?” He ushers you out of the store, locking up for the night.

“We might have gotten a drink after the interview. And I might have went back to her house.” You look at your feet, far too ashamed to face your friend.

“Okay, where do I even begin? Are you crazy?” Kevin says, grabbing your arm, stopping you from turning down the alley to your door. “Hear me out.” You laugh, trying to play off the severity of it.

Kevin crosses him arms, “Please, explain why you threw caution to the wind and went on a rendezvous with a possible murderer. I’m listening.”.

“First of all, she’s not a murderer. Secondly, she’s hot.” You say, finally making the short walk to your door. You unlock it and look behind you. Kevin shakes his head in disapproval, “Just, promise to be safer next time?” He asks, pressing a button on his key that makes a loud beeping sound. The headlights of his car flickered against the side of the building.

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises. Get home safe.” You wave him off as you walk into your stairway entry. Climbing the stairs in the dark. You reach the top to see your front door cracked open, a light coming from inside.

You’re sure you locked both doors before you left. You slowly step into the small studio, you’re facing the open bathroom door when you enter. No one was in there, unless they’re hiding behind your clear shower curtain. You step out from behind the door to see someone sitting in your chair, facing the window.

Without thinking you shout out, “What are you doing in my house?”. If you could slap yourself right now, you would. You constantly say the wrong thing, and here you were being slightly too nice to an intruder. They turn the chair around and every hair on your body stands.

“Yelena?” You say, terror showing in your eyes. She just sits there. “How do you know where I live? Why are you here? Did you break into my house?” You take a step back, not wanting to believe it.

“I had to, you gave me no other choice. Running away like that earlier.” She ignores your other questions. You scoff, “I wasn’t running away. It got late, besides I don’t really have to explain myself to you.” Your hand reaches in your pocket, grasping your phone.

You know you should’ve called the police as soon as you seen the door open. But you just can’t help yourself. Yelena noticed your hand gripping something. “I think you might have mistaken my kindness.” She says. A chill runs down the back of your spine, “What? This?” You take the golden chain from your wrist, and throw it to her lap.

She wraps it around her fingers, smiling. “You should feel lucky, I don’t take every girl to meet my mom.” She says, standing up and walking towards you. You take another step before your back hits the wall. You look to your right, the dark stairs were your only exit. Before you could react she was slamming the door on your foot.

You scream out in pain and try to pry the door off your foot. Yelena steps closer to you now that you’re trapped. “You’re a psycho!” You yell in her face. Kevin was right, the woman from the taxi is a murderer.

“Why do you make things so hard for yourself, huh?” She caresses your cheek and you push her hand away. “See?” She tuts.

She opens the door and you jerk your foot free. You lung toward your kitchenette. A knife block sat at the edge of your counter. Maybe if you had a knife she’d leave. Before you could take a step she trips you, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. She leads you to your bed.

You don’t fight back in fear of her breaking your arm. You know you can’t scream. Kevin was the last one out down stairs. The carpet store next door was closed because the owners were on vacation. You’re forced to sit down on the edge of it. She doesn’t let go of your arm and stands in front of you. “What do you want?”.

Tears start to form in your eyes. Yelena juts out her bottom lip and runs her hand over your hair, “Don’t cry baby girl, I don’t want to hurt you.” She coos.

You roll your eyes “then what?” You can’t play along for much longer before you really try to escape. “Natasha says I’m not good with rejection.” She says, inspecting the threads on your shirt.

You feel something in your heart, like it broke a little bit for her, how could she possibly think you rejected her. “I would never reject you, look at you.” You say, pleading for this to end. It almost hurt your feelings being in her presence reminded you how Neanderthal you were compared to her.

“Then why did you leave?” She says, acting like she has all the answers. “You left to go sit in an empty Chinese restaurant.” She says, looking at her feet, now not feeling so confident, she thought she wasn’t as important as fortune cookies and low mein.

“Kevin closes up alone every night, what kind of friend would I be if I let him do that? There’s safety in numbers, that is all, I promise. I would’ve stayed if it wasn’t for that.” You explain yourself to her, just like you said you didn’t have to do.

You find yourself feeling guilty, like this was all a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was running away from you.” You look up into her eyes, “let’s just forget all this, okay?” You say, desperately needing her to remove the pressure from your arm.

“I don’t think I can do that. What’s stopping you from turning me in for breaking and entering? What’s stopping you from pressing charges?” She says, thinking over her options.

The words spill from your mouth before you have a chance to stop them “Why would I call the cops on my girlfriend? That’s not very nice.” You say, playing along with her psycho antics. You force a smile, even though your arm was on fire.

Yelena searches your eyes for sincerity, she must have found some, since she releases you arm and massages your shoulder. “Sorry about that.” She says, sitting beside you on the bed.

You nod, rubbing your nervous hands on your knees. “Girlfriend huh?” Yelena teases. You look over to her, wondering if she’s serious. “Break into my house and subdue me huh?”.

[ponderingrandomthings]

I was amazed (long back) to see this video. I didn't know Andy Williams sang a version (with them!) as well.

This song itself is fascinating as well. I took time (as I often do - ha ha), to read through and research the lyrics.

Apparently, these are two separate folk songs that Simon and Garfunkel put together. Scarborough Fair and Canticle.

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Extracts from Wikipedia:

The song lists a number of impossible tasks given to a former lover who lives in Scarborough, North Yorkshire.

The famous melody was collected from Mark Anderson (1874–1953), a retired lead miner from Middleton-in-Teesdale, County Durham, England, by Ewan MacColl in 1947.

… the 1960s folk rock duo Simon & Garfunkel, who learned it from Martin Carthy.

The lyrics of Scarborough Fair appear to have something in common with a Scottish ballad titled "The Elfin Knight", collected by Francis James Child as Child Ballad #2, which has been traced as far back as 1670. [An elf threatens to abduct a young woman to be his lover unless she can perform an impossible task.]

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Lyrics Open Text = Scarborough Fair (Text in Parenthesis) = Canticle

. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washed is the ground with so many tears) Between the salt water and the sea strand (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine . Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (Blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And to gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) Then she'll be a true love of mine . Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine ---

List of Recordings (is staggering)

Field recordings

1939. Georgia Ann Griffin of Newberry, Alachua, Florida. Recorded by John Lomax

1958. Allie Long Parker of Hogscald Hollow, Eureka Springs, Arkansas. Recorded by Mary Parler

1966. Sara Cleveland of Brant Lake, New York. Recorded by Sandy Paton

1976. Elizabeth "Liz" Jefferies. Recorded in Bristol by Barry and Chris Morgan

Commercial recordings

1955. Actor/singers Gordon Heath and Lee Payant (album Encores from the Abbaye)

1956. A. L. Lloyd and Ewan MacColl, using Kidson's melody (album The English and Scottish Popular Ballads vol IV)

1947. Mark Anderson (retired lead miner, who sang to Ewan MacColl) - this melody was used by Simon & Garfunkel in "Scarborough Fair/Canticle".

1956. Audrey Coppard (album English Folk Songs)

1957. Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger's LP Matching Songs of the British Isles and America

1960. Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger's album The Singing Island

1965. Martin Carthy (eponymous debut album) inspired by Ewan and Peggy's songbook

1966. Marianne Faithfull (album North Country Maid)

1967. Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger's a capella version on The Long Harvest

1968. Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66

1969. Vicky Leandros (several versions - English, German, French, and Greek)

1989. The Stone Roses (their own words to the melody for "Elizabeth My Dear")

2007. Celtic Woman (album A New Journey)

2009. My Dying Bride (EP Bring Me Victory)

2012. Nox Arcana (album Winter's Majesty)

2003. Queensryche (remastered version of album Empire, though recorded in 1986)

2020. Dan Avidan and group Super Guitar Bros

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[stregoniconiconii]

Some of the newspaper clippings gathered by Terry Ives. Some may be from the 60s, but they were gathered between 1971 and 1974 (after El was born and taken and before Terry got zapped).

Cleveland teen girl missing in Indiana

Missing persons investigators in two states are seeking the public’s help in locating an Ohio junior high school honours student and star girls basketball team captain, 16, reported missing last Monday, following a basketball conference championship game in Indiana.

After leading her team to victory, the girl disappeared somewhere between the junior high gymnasium and the bus waiting to take her and the rest of the team back to Ohio.

The girl’s widowed father describes her as a genius and unusually* strong for her age. Neither he, nor the police, consider the girl a runaway.

Bizarrely, a girl matching the team captain’s general description was found wandering in the middle of the street in a small Indiana suburb several days after the initial disappearance. [...]

*it actually says usually, but that doesn’t make sense. “usually strong for her age” ? nah this teen has super strength

Baby Boy abducted from county hospital

Memphis-A newborn baby boy was reported abducted from a nursery, and a nurse was found dead in her home, following a shift change at the county hospital. The nurse in question, whose identity has not been released until family can be notified, had called in sick for the last week before arriving unexpectedly to work yesterday. The newborn boy was last seen in this nurse’s care, before both newborn and nurse were determined to be missing by hospital administrators, who called the police. When police went to the nurse’s residence, however, they found the nurse dead from a gunshot wound, and signs of a struggle. No gun was found at the scene. [...]

Vanished! Indian girl missing in London

Metropolitan police admit they have few new leads for the disappearance of the young girl, Kali Prasad, who was reported missing several days after she was last seen, Saturday the 12th. The girl’s disappearance shines a light on the growing epidemic of the many thousands of children under the age of 18 reported missing in the UK. [...] At least one neighbour believes she’ll see Kali again. “I know she’s alive. I know it. I feel it in my bones. That girl was stubborn from the day she was born, and if she’s fallen down somewhere or been taken, it’ll take more than a little adversity to keep her low for long. We’ll hear from her again, you can bet on it.” [...]

didn’t transcribe all of Kali’s bc it doesn’t provide any real information, just talking about the number of missing children in the UK

Pawtucket Mother and Daughter Missing

[just a headline]

There were some other ones, but I wasn’t able to catch much. At least one other from Indiana because the Indiana FBI office was mentioned, another from San Francisco. Obviously, not all would be legitimate Lab disappearances, but honestly? Lots of fun if we’re trying to come up with Lab experiments OCs or something.

[harryfeatgaga]

any true crime documentary recs? or podcast? 🎤 I watched Cleveland Abduction, Girl in the Box, and Abducted in Plain Sight yesterday. And I think I’m a true crime girlie now 🫡

THANKFULLY I HAVE A LIST i just added some new ones so here you gooo:

hotel cecil,the staircase, the mind of Aaron Hernandez, mind hunter (a show but still good), unbelievable (also a show), abducted in plain sight, dont fuck with cats, making a murderer, unsolved mysteries, American murder the family next door, night stalker, inside the criminal mind, conversations with a killer, the confession killer, the ripper, the confession tapes,amanda Knox, the disappearance of Madeline McCann, the trials of Gabriel fernadez, how to fix a drug scandal, trial 4, room 2806 and the fear of 13, john wayne gacey tapes, the girl in the picture, murdaugh murders, athlete a

podcasts ill have to get back to you I havet listened to a lot lately but I have so many I plan to try out

[byneddiedingo]

Johnny Depp in Dead Man (Jim Jarmusch, 1995) Cast: Johnny Depp, Gary Farmer, Lance Henriksen, Michael Wincott, Eugene Byrd, John Hurt, Robert Mitchum, Iggy Pop, Jared Harris, Billy Bob Thornton, Mili Avital, Gabriel Byrne, Crispin Glover, Alfred Molina. Screenplay: Jim Jarmusch. Cinematography: Robby Müller. Production design: Bob Ziembicki. Music: Neil Young. It was probably inevitable that Jim Jarmusch and Johnny Depp, two of American film's best-known off-beat artists, would collaborate, and it seems appropriate that they should do it in that quintessentially off-beat American genre, the "stoner Western."* Unfortunately, for some viewers the film just feels stoned: slow, meandering, and fixated on images that refuse to yield up their significance. It is, I think, one of those films that are more involving to think about after watching them, which is why its reputation has grown since its initial release, when Roger Ebert, among other critics, dismissed it as "unrewarding." It opens with a long montage of young accountant William Blake's (Depp) westward train journey from Cleveland to the end-of-the-line factory town called Machine, a name that suggests the real manifest destiny of the United States was the spread of industrial capitalism. Blake is on his way to a job with the Dickinson Metalworks in Machine, and is unaware that he shares a name with the poet and artist who was one of the great enemies of industrial capitalism. He dozes through spectacular scenery that has filled the great Westerns -- a reminder that before there were movies there were train windows. But when he arrives in Machine, no job is waiting for him, and his protests are futile when he demands to see Mr. Dickinson, who turns out to be the always-formidable Robert Mitchum in his last screen role. Moreover, that night he kills Dickinson's son in self-defense and, wounded himself, flees town on a stolen horse. Dickinson immediately hires a trio of gunmen to kill him. Blake is found half-dead from his wound by an Indian (Gary Farmer), who patches him up but also tells him that the bullet is lodged near his heart and he will die from it eventually. The Indian is called Nobody because he belongs to no tribe, having been abducted by white men as a child and taken to England to be exhibited. He was educated there and learned to love the art and poetry of William Blake, so naturally he proclaims the hapless accountant a reincarnation of the poet. And so Blake and Nobody begin an odyssey toward the Pacific, a picaresque in which Jarmusch manages to cross an adventure story with a satiric look at the failure of American ideals, using bits of Blake's prophetic verse as a running commentary. (Remarkably, quotations from Blake turn out to sound much like the kind of wisdom usually ascribed to Native Americans in the movies.) It's to Jarmusch's credit that this high-concept blend becomes as moving as it often is, especially, as I've suggested, in retrospect. *Jarmusch referred to Dead Man as a "psychedelic Western," but aside from the scene in which Nobody, under the influence of peyote, sees the skull beneath William Blake's skin, it doesn't have the conventional distortions and hallucinations associated with movie psychedelia.

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did you hear I’M HIGHER THAN THE HOPES THAT YOU BROUGHT DOWN. it reminded me of DAWN SUMMERS. rumor has it they’re from the PAST. they say they’re a FORMER KEY TURNED HUMAN, that explains why they’re loyal to THE SCOOBY GANG.

TW SELF-HARM, DEATH, NEGLECT, DIVORCE

raised in los angelus alongside her big sister buffy, dawn hadn't even been a tween once her parents divorced. her mother brought she and buffy to a new town called sunnydale.

she was little when she discovered the existence of vampires and her sister's role as the slayer. helping her keep the secret, and trying to be included in the chaos despite buffy's rejection of such thing. rejection turned into reluctance as dawn grew older. with buffy even having her friends (once, even angel) babysit dawn.

for all these memories, dawn had only truly existed since she was 14. in order to prevent the hellgod glory using 'the key', a the sacred and powerful artifact, to open a doorway into hell. an ancient brotherhood of monks fabricated memories to ensure the slayer protected the key even at the cost of her own life. thus, giving her a little sister.

to find more details of the following events you could click here.

tldr of important events ;; dawn discovering she's the key & the instability she feels even resorting to self harm, buffy & their mother reaffirming their bond and that dawn is theirs, joyce's death, being abducted by glory and buffy dying to save her life, feeling more alone then ever without her family, buffy coming back and having been in heaven-- not really wanting to be here, dawn feeling isolated and resorting to theft in lieu of that attention, eventually turning a new chapter with buffy and their relationship growing from it, becoming an official part of the scooby gang and learning demon languages.

after closing the hellmouth and sunnydale becoming a crater, dawn left with buffy to cleveland, the other hellmouth. due to her experience with the supernatural, she's attempted to help train other slayers but very little take her efforts seriously. dawn fears that includes buffy too. right now she's desperately trying to prove herself, her ability, and her place in this world.

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The disappearance of a young woman from rural Ohio in the summer of 2016 left behind chilling clues discovered in a dark cornfield and a so-called “barn of horrors” owned by a local man with a history of abduction.Sierah Joughin, 20, was on break from the University of Toledo when she vanished while riding her bicycle home from her boyfriend’s house on the evening of July 19, 2016. Her boyfriend had followed her on his motorcycle for part of the trip. At her request, the two parted ways a short distance from her home in the town of Metamora.“I remember exactly what I said. I kissed her, I told her I loved her and to text me when she got home,” Josh Kolasinski, Joughin's boyfriend, told ABC News.But Joughin never made it home, and that was the last time she was ever seen alive.PHOTO: Sierah Joughin is seen smiling in an undated photo. (Kellee Laser)A new “20/20” airing Oct. 27 at 9 p.m. ET explores the abduction case, featuring interviews from investigators and Joughin’s loved ones.After Joughin didn’t return home from the bike ride, her family alerted police. Later that evening, a sheriff’s deputy found her purple bicycle in a cornfield just a half mile away from the home.Megan Roberts, a special agent with the Ohio Bureau of Criminal Investigation, got a call around 1 a.m. in the morning asking her to assist in processing the crime scene.MORE: Parents, investigators recall long quest for answers after Jacob Wetterling's 1989 abductionInvestigators combed the area and found more clues tucked into the cornfield -- a screwdriver, men’s sunglasses, a sock, a set of fuse boxes, motorcycle tracks and evidence of a struggle indicated by broken cornstalks and cornstalks with streaks of blood on them.“It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. You just had this eerie feeling that you knew that this was an abduction site,” Roberts said.Authorities kept a tight lid on what they found and blocked the road leading to the site. Joughin’s family were left on edge and wondering what authorities had discovered.“They said, ‘We're not letting anybody down there,’” Joughin’s mom, Sheila Vaculik, told ABC News. “All's they could say was that they were investigating.”PHOTO: Sheila Vacuilk, the mother of Sierah Joughin, is seen in an interview. (ABC News)When the FBI alerted the family of the bike’s discovery the next morning, they knew something was seriously wrong. The community launched a massive search, walking through the cornfields and scanning for any signs of Joughin.Police received a bloodstained helmet from a farmer who found it on the side of the road the night Joughin went missing. The farmer brought it to police the next day when he saw the news of Joughin's disappearance.Based on the evidence, investigators believed someone riding a motorcycle was involved. They say they had to look at Joughin’s boyfriend as a potential suspect, since he rode a motorcycle and was the last person to see her alive, according to retired Cleveland FBI agent Vicki Anderson-Gregg, who worked on the case.Kolasinski cooperated with authorities. He drew a map for them of Joughin’s route showing where the couple departed and consented to searches of his residence, motorcycle and truck, according to investigators.Joughin’s family said Kolasinski took good care of Joughin and they never had any suspicion he was involved with her disappearance.“We weren't able to find anything that put us in the direction that Josh had any involvement,” investigator Mark Evans said.Having cleared her boyfriend, investigators then turned to the likelihood that a stranger may have abducted Joughin on her ride home, possibly in a crime of opportunity.A break in the case came while investigators were knocking on nearby residents' doors. Maj. Matt Smithmyer with the Fulton County Sheriff’s Office said there were several stops he wanted to make, one being the home of James Worley -- a man who lived on County Road 6 -- the same road that Joughin lived on. Investigators showed up on

just a hunch, but to their surprise, they said Worley began acting suspiciously and even made self-incriminating statements placing himself at the scene of Joughin's suspected abduction.“Mr. Worley makes a statement about how he was riding his motorcycle. And his bike is having issues. It sputters out. He goes into a cornfield. And he mentions that he lost his helmet, his fuses, his screwdriver and his sunglasses,” Cleveland FBI agent Devon Lossick said.PHOTO: Devon Lossick, special agent with FBI Cleveland, is seen in an interview. (ABC News)“I kind of had to stop my jaw from falling. None of that had been released to the media yet,” Lossick said.MORE: What happened to Arizona teen Alissa Turney, who disappeared in 2001?When police executed a search warrant on Worley’s barn, they found a crate filled with women’s lingerie and an empty, blood-stained freezer buried underground.Three days after Joughin’s disappearance, Worley was arrested and charged with her abduction. Later that day, Joughin’s body was discovered tied up, bound and gagged in a shallow grave in another cornfield 2 miles from Worley’s home. Worley was then hit with additional charges, including aggravated murder, kidnapping and felonious assault.Vaculik said of learning about the heart-wrenching discovery, “It was horrible. Everybody was sobbing and crying and falling to their knees. It was painful, and it just literally sucks the life right out of you."PHOTO: Sierah Joughin is seen posing in an undated photo. (Kellee Laser)Based on the forensic evidence collected at the abduction site and Worley’s barn, investigators believe Worley passed by Joughin on his motorcycle, hid in a cornfield further up the road, then attacked Joughin as she rode by on her bicycle, hitting her in the head with his helmet. They believe Worley then left the scene and returned with his truck, abducted her and took her to his barn, where he kept her until she asphyxiated and then disposed of her body.There was no evidence of sexual assault, according to investigators.Investigators say each crime scene was linked to Worley and Joughin through DNA found on the items obtained as evidence.But before Sierah Joughin there was Robin Gardner, a woman who was abducted by Worley under eerily similar circumstances in 1990 and lived to tell her story. She detailed her ordeal in an interview with ABC News.Gardner testified in court at the murder trial for Worley, who had pleaded guilty to abducting Gardner and served three years in prison.“I felt very strongly I had to be [Sierah’s] voice. I knew the fear. She wasn't there. I had to speak for her,” Gardner told ABC News.PHOTO: Robin Gardner is seen an undated photo. (Courtesy of Robin Gardner)Worley pleaded not guilty to all charges at his murder trial. His defense argued that the lack of Worley’s DNA on some of the evidence meant there was reasonable doubt he kidnapped and murdered Sierah.The jury found Worley guilty on all counts against him. He was sentenced to death and is on death row awaiting execution. His conviction was upheld by the Ohio Supreme Court, but Worley is now exploring a federal appeal.In 1996, Worley was questioned by police over the disappearance of Claudia Tinsley after her mother reported she last saw her daughter leaving in Worley’s car, retired Toledo police detective Rick Molnar said.Molnar said that Worley told police he drove around for 45 minutes before dropping her off. Worley denied playing any role in Tinsley’s disappearance, something he recently reiterated to "20/20" in a prison letter. He has never been charged with any crime related to the case.In the aftermath of the tragedy, Joughin’s aunt, Tara Ice, founded Justice for Sierah, a non-profit organization dedicated to making the community safer from repeat offenders. Their advocacy resulted in the passage of Sierah’s Law – an Ohio statute that created a searchable violent criminal database.“It’s just amazing that [Sierah] is continuing to make changes in this world,” said Cathy Shaffer, Sierah’s grandmother.

'Barn of horrors': Investigators recall clues that led to body of missing Ohio woman Sierah Joughin originally appeared on abcnews.go.com

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The Disappearance of Beverly Potts

Beverly Potts disappeared from Cleveland, Ohio on August 24, 1951 while at a festival. Was she abducted? Or was her disappearance the result of a tragic accident?

Missing Since August 24, 1951 from Cleveland, Ohio Sex: Female Race: white Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Blue Date of Birth: April 15, 1941 Age: 10 (at the time of her disappearance) Height: 4’11” Weight: 90 pounds Distinguishing Characteristics: hair cut in a short bob with bangs wide-set eyes and gaps between her teeth, as well as silver fillings on her upper and lower…

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On 24 August, 1951, 10-year-old Beverly Potts attended a festival in Halloran Park, Cleveland, with her friend. At 8:40PM, Beverly’s friend had to go home but Beverly wanted to stay until the festival was over. The last time she was seen was at around 9:30PM. She was reported missing and an extensive search was carried out. 

The case went cold until 2000, when a reporter received anonymous letters from somebody claiming they were dying and wanted to confess to the abduction, rape, and murder of Beverly Potts. He claimed he was going to hand himself in at Halloran Park on 24 August, 2001, which was the 50th anniversary of her disappearance. Just weeks before the aforementioned date, the anonymous letter writer sent another letter stating he had been checked into a nursing home and wouldn’t turn himself in. 

The letter writer was never found and the disappearance of Beverly remains a mystery.

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CLEVELAND, Ohio — Cuyahoga County prosecutors on Thursday dismissed rape and abduction charges against the man once accused of stalking Cleveland EMS technician Lachelle Jordan, whose five-day disappearance in May remains under investigation.

Michael Stennett had been the focus of three separate criminal investigations. Now, the 65-year-old Cleveland resident faces no criminal charges.

Thursday’s dismissal in the rape case, which dated back to May 2022, came after prosecutors on Monday filed court paperwork saying they no longer planned to pursue charges of violating a protection order that Jordan had obtained against Stennett.

Prosecutors dropped stalking charges against Stennett in May of this year involving Jordan, saying there was “inconsistent evidence.”

Jordan, 30, went missing for five days in May, and Cleveland police and FBI agents launched an investigation to find her. Her family passed out flyers and canvassed the city.

As the dragnet continued, police later arrested Stennett on stalking charges that accused him of harassing Jordan earlier this year.

The search came to an abrupt end on May 11, when Jordan walked into a store on Euclid Avenue near East 166th Street and said she had escaped captors who tried to set her on fire

No one has been charged in connection with Jordan’s disappearance, and officials have given no updates on the investigation.

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Abducted infant killed when man drove Camaro into Ohio house at 'full speed'

A 7-month-old girl was killed when an Ohio man who abducted his girlfriend’s infant and fled in a Camaro drove into a house at “full speed” after police tried to pull him over, authorities said. Johnathan Baker, 23, allegedly took the girl after a dispute with his girlfriend Tuesday in the village of North Baltimore, the police chief in Tiffin, roughly 90 miles southwest of Cleveland, said in a…

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Cleveland, Ohio EMT Lachelle Jordan found; Michael Stennett arrested

Lachelle Jordan, 30, is an emergency medical technician in Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio, United States. She has two children. Michael Stennett, 65, of Cleveland is a longtime youth baseball coach. In May 2022, he was charged with one count of abduction and two counts of rape.

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HNR – 04/17/2023 – THE CONJURING TV Series, Mia Goth in the MCU, Radio Silence Does Universal Monsters

JOIN US FOR movie news about a new Universal Monster Movie, a Conjuring TV series, and a Scream Queen confronts Marvel's Blade . All this, and more, coming up next…

I am your host Doc Rotten and this is HNR, the official GRUESOME MAGAZINE HORROR NEWS podcast. Back with me again are the scariest, goriest, bloodiest co-hosts on the 'Net: Dave Dreher, the lead news writer at Gruesome Magazine, Crystal Cleveland, the Livin6dead6irl, and Vanessa, Podcasting Rock Star and International Cosplay Queen.

HORROR MOVIE NEWS

James Wan's Atomic Monster Summons THE CONJURING Series for MAX

A drama series based on the popular horror movie franchise "The Conjuring" is currently in development, according to an article by Deadline. The series is being produced by Peter Safran and James Wan, who have both worked on the previous films in the franchise. Max Brallier is set to write the series, which will reportedly focus on new cases from the files of real-life paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren. No further details about the series or its release date have been announced at this time.

    Recently Anointed Scream Queen Mia Goth Is Heading to the MCU with a role in BLADE

According to an article by Deadline, actress Mia Goth is in talks to join the cast of Marvel Studios' upcoming "Blade" movie. The film will star Mahershala Ali in the title role, Yann Demange is set to direct. The plot of the movie has not been revealed, but it is expected to follow the character of Blade, a half-vampire, half-human vampire hunter. The film will be written by Michael Starrbury and is set to be released in theaters in 2024.

    Melissa Berrera Joins Radio Silence for Upcoming Untitled Universal Monster Movie

Actress Melissa Barrera has been cast in an upcoming untitled monster movie from Radio Silence, the directors of the upcoming "Scream" movie, according to an article by Deadline. The project is being kept under wraps, but it is said to be a unique take on the monster genre. The film will be produced by Universal Pictures and will be the first project from Radio Silence under their overall deal with the studio. Barrera is best known for her roles in the TV series "Vida" and the movie "In the Heights". No further details about the movie or its release date have been announced at this time.

"The title for the new project was at one point Dracula’s Daughter, which centered on a group of kidnappers who abduct a group of young people, among them, Dracula’s daughter." - The Hollywood Reporter

    James McAvoy Returns to Blumhouse for SPEAK NO EVIL

James McAvoy has signed on to star in the upcoming horror-thriller film "Speak No Evil," produced by Blumhouse Productions. The film follows a family on a camping trip who become the targets of a mysterious entity that preys on their worst fears and secrets. The film is set for release in the summer of 2024. Source: Deadline

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“Fontaine Is Extradited,” Border Cities Star. June 7, 1932. Page 3. ---- Rushed From Sandwich Cell Into States By Secret Route ---- Will Face Trial ---- Suspected Brains of Jail Uprising Held In Wayne Jail ---- Snarling at his escort and reluctant to quit the comparative security of the Essex County Jail, Harold ‘the Monk’ Fontaine, crossed the international boundary at 10.30 o’clock this morning, en route for the United States penitentiary at Leavenworth, Kansas. 

SECRET ROUTE Strict secrecy attended the removal of "the Monk,” who is wanted for alleged complicity in the break of seven dangerous felons from the Kansas prison last December. Handcuffed and manacled and accompanied by three United States marshals and a posse of other American secret service operatives, he traveled in an armored car, and while the route from Canada was not even disclosed to jail officials at Sandwich, it was understood the party rushed through the tunnel. 

“The Monk” is to be taken to the Kansas penitentiary as speedily as possible, it was learned, as the authentic! are not anxious to court any interference with their plans by gangsters with whom, they charge, Fontaine had been associated before and since the December break. 

Naturally enough, "the Monk” who, through his counsel, had put up a losing battle against extradition, was unwilling to leave the Essex County Jail today. He did not put up any physical resistance, however, nor did he protest. He seemed resigned. 

FEARS DEATH "The Monk’s” fear of death is shared by the American officers. Tha latter suspected an attempt by his former associates to "rub him out before he reaches the safety of tha Kansas jail, so that he could not ‘squawk’ about them at his trial. 

But "the Monk” feared gang vengeance for another and probably the true reason survivors of the band which broke out of Leavenworth claim he put them on the wrong course to be followed after their delivery, with the result that they took the wrong highway and were intercepted by a, posse which captured three of this party and cornered three others who killed themselves 

One of the septet, Steve Turrell, is still at liberty and U. S. secret service men say he Is leading a gang which, they suspect, may attempt to ambush the party somewhere between Detroit! and Kansas. 

WATER ROUTE HINTED There was a report this morning this American police would whisk Fontaine across the county to Kingsville or Leamington or another port and remove him by boat to Toledo or Cleveland, in an effort to outwit any band of desperadoes who may be planning rescue or a "bump-off” expedition. 

While Fontaine is charged with tha attempted murder of Warden T. D, White of Leavenworth prison, the U. S. authorities claim he arranged with other men for the shipment into tha penitentiary of guns and explosives which were afterwards used in the escape. Warden White was abducted, shot and left on the highway of the fleeing bandits. He lost an arm and will head the welcoming committee for Fontaine at Leavenworth if Fontaine gets there. 

Fontame w'as given a brief hearing by a board of special inquiry at the Detroit end of the Detroit-Windsor tunnel and then taken to the Wayne county jail.

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Two victims of the infamous Cleveland kidnapper share the story of their abductions, their decade in captivity, and their final, dramatic rescue On May 6, 2013, Amanda Berry made headlines around the world when she fled a Cleveland area home and called 911, saying: “Help me, I’m Amanda Berry. . . . I’ve been kidnapped, and I’ve been missing for ten years.” A horrifying story rapidly unfolded. Ariel Castro, a local school bus driver, had separately lured Berry, Gina DeJesus, and Michelle Knight to his home, where he kept them chained in the basement. In the decade that followed, the three were raped, psychologically abused, and threatened with death. Berry bore a child—Jocelyn—by their captor. Drawing upon their recollections and the diaries they kept, Amanda Berry and Gina DeJesus describe a tale of unimaginable torment, and Pulitzer Prize–winning Washington Post reporters Mary Jordan and Kevin Sullivan interweave the events within Castro’s house with the ongoing efforts to find the