In late November 1928, a killing in a remote York County, Pennsylvania hollow became one of America’s most notorious intersections of folk belief, fear, sensational journalism, and criminal justice. Nelson D. Rehmeyer—a farmer and practitioner of Pennsylvania German ritual healing commonly called powwowing—was beaten, strangled, and burned inside his home by three people who believed he had cursed them. Often reduced to a “witch murder” or ghost-story shorthand, the Hex Hollo

The Greenbrier Ghost: Zona Heaster Shue was found dead in West Virginia in 1897. Her husband called it heart disease. Her mother said Zona’s spirit named him. The autopsy found a broken neck. Hitched 2 Homicide.

Content warning: This story discusses the deaths of children, severe mental illness, suicide attempts, and suicide. Three Children Were Dead. Twelve Years Later, It Happened Again. On June 30, 1966, Carl Fisher came home from work in rural Fairfield, Maine. Something was wrong. No children ran to greet him. The house was unnaturally quiet. Contemporary accounts describe Carl discovering his nine-month-old daughter, Natalie Rose Fisher, drowned in the bathtub. Police arriving

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Los Angeles has never had a shortage of people searching for easy money. Helen Golay and Olga Rutterschmidt came up with a truly terrible way to get it.

Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle and Virginia Rappe became the center of one of early Hollywood’s most explosive scandals after Rappe died following a Labor Day 1921 party in Arbuckle’s San Francisco hotel suite. Arbuckle was tried three times for manslaughter and ultimately acquitted, but the case’s contested evidence, cruel press coverage, and victim-blaming rhetoric left a legacy far more complicated than either a simple “frame-up” or a solved crime. A Hollywood scandal that outliv

On August 23, 1987, best friends Don Henry, 16, and Kevin Ives, 17, were struck by a Union Pacific freight train near the Crooked Creek trestle in Alexander, Arkansas. What authorities first classified as a marijuana-related accident was later reassessed: a Saline County grand jury concluded the boys’ deaths were a probable homicide—yet no one has been charged.

On the night of December 10, 2003, Kent and Tricia Whitaker dined at a Pappadeaux in Stafford, Texas, with sons Bart (24) and Kevin (19). It was meant to celebrate Bart’s supposed graduation from Sam Houston State University. None of it was true. By the time they reached their Sugar Lakes driveway, two were dead—and the person who set it all in motion was sitting in the back seat.

In the final weeks of 1982, two young women vanished from ordinary places along familiar New Jersey roads. Eighteen-year-old Amie Hoffman disappeared after finishing a shift at a suburban shopping mall. Less than two weeks later, twenty-five-year-old Deirdre O’Brien was forced from the road, abducted, sexually assaulted, and stabbed. The attacks sent fear through Morris County and the surrounding communities. Women began watching their rearview mirrors. Families waited anxio

Denise Anette Huber was 23 years old in the summer of 1991, living in Newport Beach, California, and working as a waitress. Friends and family described her as energetic, social, and responsible—a young woman in that liminal space between early adulthood and a fully settled life, with plans but plenty still unwritten. She loved music, and that passion set the stage for the last night anyone saw her alive.

Betty Gail Brown’s 1961 murder remains one of central Kentucky’s most haunting, officially unsolved campus homicides, with more than six decades of investigation failing to identify a definitive killer. On the night of October 26, 1961, 19‑year‑old sophomore Betty Gail Brown left her home on Lackawanna Road in Lexington to study for a biology exam at Forrer Hall on Transylvania University’s campus. Sometime around midnight she left the dorm; she never made it back home, and h

For more than six years, Ella Jackson’s family waited for a jury to hear what happened behind the closed doors of her Richmond, Kentucky, home. They waited through canceled court dates, pandemic shutdowns, laboratory delays, judicial recusals, newly discovered evidence, and repeated postponements. All the while, the man accused of murdering Ella—her husband, Glenn Jackson—was not sitting in a jail cell. He was living under house arrest. Then, in February 2026, just days befo

Ron Ruse Jr. was murdered in December 1987 by his ex-girlfriend Linda Ricchio, a killing born out of obsession, stalking, and refusal to accept the end of their relationship. “Ron did everything he could to escape the relationship—but Linda moved in next door and waited with a gun.” Ronald Lewis “Ron” Ruse Jr. was a 28‑year‑old auto mechanic living in Carlsbad, California, when he was ambushed and shot outside his apartment on December 14, 1987. His killer was 27‑year‑old Lin

On a bitter March night in 1778, in the small town of Brookfield, Massachusetts, Joshua Spooner left a tavern for the short walk home. He never made it. Somewhere along that snowy path, he was ambushed, beaten, and dumped headfirst into his own well. By morning, the quiet rhythms of rural life had been shattered—and the investigation would soon reveal a conspiracy so sensational that newspapers called it “the most extraordinary crime ever perpetrated in New England.”

A Love Story Tainted by Secrets On paper, Greg de Villers and Kristin Margrethe Rossum looked like a golden couple at the dawn of the new millennium. Greg, a French-born biotech worker in his mid-twenties, had found professional footing with an up‑and‑coming firm in San Diego. Kristin, also in her mid‑twenties, had graduated summa cum laude from San Diego State University and parlayed that into a coveted job as a toxicologist with the San Diego County medical examiner’s offic

On a cold December night in 2020, 21-year-old Jason Landry left his apartment in San Marcos, Texas, and started the drive home for winter break. He was a Texas State University student, headed toward Missouri City, where his family lived. It should have been an ordinary trip across familiar Texas roads. But Jason never made it home.

The Crash That Wasn’t an Accident: Remembering Dominic Russo and Davion Flanagan At first, it looked like the kind of wreck that makes even veteran first responders stop cold. A black Toyota Camry had slammed into the brick wall of a manufacturing building in Strongsville, Ohio, with such force that one responding officer said the car looked as if it had been cut in half. Inside were three young people: 20-year-old Dominic Russo, 19-year-old Davion Flanagan, and 17-year-old M

They arrived hungry, tired and grateful to see the small clapboard inn on the Kansas prairie—most never left it alive. For nearly two years in the early 1870s, travelers vanished along a lonely stretch of trail in Labette County, until a blood‑soaked cellar and a garden of shallow graves exposed the homestead that history would remember as the home of the Bloody Benders. In the years after the Civil War, southeastern Kansas was a borderland in flux. The Osage had recently bee

In September 2006, the Black Bear Bed & Breakfast in Newry, Maine should have been quiet in the way old New England inns are quiet—wooden floors, mountain air, guests coming and going near Sunday River, and the ordinary end-of-summer rhythm of Labor Day weekend. Instead, over four days, it became the center of one of Maine’s most disturbing homicide cases in more than a decade. Four people were murdered: Julie Bullard, James “Jimmy” Whitehurst, Selby Bullard, and Cynthia “Cin

Published by Hitched 2 Homicide | True Crime Podcast "These were blokes who were pulling their shirt across after they'd been stabbed by her. Blokes who'd had their heads caved in with a frying pan. And it's even harder to imagine when blokes like these––hard Aussie blokes––lived in fear of their lives." — Sergeant Graham Furlonger, NSW Police ⚠️ Content Warning: This blog and its companion podcast contain detail

Published by Hitched 2 Homicide | True Crime Podcast "For those of you who do not know what hell is like, you will find out" — D.A. Stephen Kay on the Shirley Ledford tape ⚠️ Content Warning: This blog and its companion podcast contain detailed accounts of violent crime, including the murder of young women. Content is presented with journalistic intent and deep respect for all victims and their families. The Toolbox Killers are That Case. Part Two. There are monsters who stum

MONSTERS WITH A TAPE RECORDER | Toolbox Killers Part One They met in prison. They made a plan. Then they built the van. In 1979, Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris — the Toolbox Killers — began hunting teenage girls along California's Pacific Coast Highway. This week: the making of two monsters, the victims they stole first, and a silver van still rolling when nobody was looking. Part Two drops next week. Subscribe now.

Published by Hitched 2 Homicide | True Crime Podcast "The jury got this wrong. It's completely the opposite of what it should be. My client should have received at most an eight-year sentence, and Mr. Mundt should be sitting in prison right now on a potential life sentence." — Darren Wolff, defense attorney for Joey Banis Previously, in Old Louisville... If you haven't read Part One yet, go back and start there — because the story you're about to read only hits as hard as it

This is the story of James "Jamie" Carroll — hairdresser, drag queen, meth dealer, and a man whose magnetic personality made everyone in the room feel like the most important person alive. It is also the story of Jeffrey "Jase" Mundt and Joseph "Joey" Banis — two men bound together by drugs, obsession, and secrets so dark that even the city's beloved Victorian shadows couldn't keep them buried forever.