Weird Missing Persons Cases

Anyone up for reading some weird missing persons cases? An user made one of these threads a while ago and it peaked my interest, now i have a good amount of odd cases.

A few of these are from Missing 411, a book that has compiled odd cases that have similar occurrences. The rest are either odd or just plain fucked up cases

Anyways this case is probably the weirdest of them all (at least the ones i've read) if you all like it i'll post more.

Dennis Martin, 1969 - It was late in the afternoon on June 14,1969, when six year old Dennis Martin ducked behind a bush during a game of "hide n seek" on Spence Field; a boulder strewn and windswept field high up in Great Smokey Mountain National Park.
Dennis, His father, grandfather and brother were on Spence Field enjoying the day. Another family walks up and introduces themselves as the Martin family (same last name) and they ask if the kids can play together and Dennis' dad said sure. So the adults sit down and conversate while the kids start playing hide n seek. Dennis father was watching Dennis the whole time they were playing, he saw Dennis hide behind a bush for no longer than a minute or two. When the game was over and Dennis didn't come out from hiding his father stood up and went to go get him from behind the bush. When he realized Dennis wasn't there he started on a dead run down the trail screaming his name while looking for him for about 2 miles. When he got back to Spence Field he told Dennis Grandfather to go get the park service.

His father, grandfather, brother, and the other family had lost sight of him for no more than 2 minutes before the search for him began. Within an hour the mountain was crawling with rangers. In a string of bad luck the sky opened up that evening and dumped two/a half inches of rain on the park. The torrential downpours would continue on and off for rest of the week, dropping three more inches making it difficult to search.

Park rangers, dog teams, firefighters and police, students, boy scouts and hunters, all worked side by side with military personnel. By June 21 about 1,400 people were scouring that park on their hands and knees desperately seeking signs of little “Denny”.

About a week later, they were joined by a contingent of 60 battle-hardened Green Berets, seemingly pulled right out of the jungles of southeast Asia. Special Forces. choppered in to search for a lost child?

Dwight McCarter (head tracker for the park) remarked about how strange the arrival on the scene of the Green Berets was. They just showed up in choppers about a week into it, carrying their own equipment and their own communication systems. Gun shots were also heard during that period but no one could confirm where it came from.
The Green Berets searched on their own even though they had no knowledge of the area, they also refused a supervising rangers request that they work with the other emergency service personnel. They stayed for four or five days searching but never coordinating their efforts with the rescue workers.

When the search officially ended in September, over 13,000 hours had been logged and helicopters had spent almost two hundred hours in the air looking for Dennis. But a washed out footprint half way down the Tennessee side of the mountain,found in the early stage of the search but ignored, is all that would ever be found of Dennis Martin.

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Late in the afternoon of Martin’s disappearance, The Key family were hiking in a region of the park called Cades Cove which is about 3100 feet below Spence Fields elevation and approximately six miles to the northwest of Spence Field where Dennis was and were unaware of the growing search for the lost boy. The Key family was there looking for wildlife. All of a sudden one of the sons says "daddy look look there's a bear in the trees hiding from us!" The father look towards the hill and immediately noticed that it definitely wasn't a bear, he sees something that was bi-pedal darting in between the trees as if it was trying to not be seen. At the same time this was happening the Key family reported hearing the "loudest shriek they had ever heard" coming from the hill where the thing was spotted, the familys attention was drawn to the hill due to the scream and saw something bipedal moving stealthily along the trees. Then it melted back into the darkness ofthe forest.

The family reported the incident the next day and the Key family were immediately called by the FBI to set up an interview. They were interviewed by a park service agent and an FBI agent. It was then arbitrarily dismissed with the FBI saying there was no way a man could carry a child and cover the distance from Spence Field to the Keys sighting from the time of Denny’s disappearance

When Dennis father asked the FBI why they didn't tell him about the Key family sighting he was told by the FBI agent that the distance was too great and the time too short to travel correlate with the time Dennis disappeared. Putting the agents reasoning to the test Dwight McCarter (tracker) and Dennis father walked from where the boy disappeared to where the Key sighting had occurred with plenty of time to spare, proving the FBI wrong and proving that the Key family sighting was definitely possible.


As did everyone else who recently covered the story,Paulides (the author) interviewed renowned tracker Dwight McCarter who participated in the search as a young park ranger. But Paulides is the only investigative journalist ever to get an interview with Bill Martin, Dennis Martin’s father. Bill Martin has stead fastly refused all attempts by the media to talk to him since the time of the incident. He blames them for helping to cover up his son’s abduction.

David Paulides interviewed Bill Martin (Dennis father) and his revelations to Paulides make it quite clear that the disappearance of Dennis Martin was officially whitewashed. "When I met Mr. Martin at his house, the same house he lived when Dennis disappeared, the man still looked the same as in 1969. He came to the door, I explained who I was and asked for a few minutes of his time. He explained that this disappearance had had a major impact on the life of he and his wife and that he had promised his wife it would no longer be discussed. I explained that I had traveled from California specifically to speak with him and asked for just a few minutes. He closed the door behind him and stepped onto the front porch."

"When Mr. Martin and I started to talk, the man had tears in his eyes. The disappearance of his son had destroyed this families life. At the time of their biggest need, they turned to the NPS and the FBI for assistance and direction on finding Dennis. Mr. Martin told me that the NPS, investigators and the press had lied and withheld information, I explained what I knew, he was surprised. I asked a few deep questions that probably have never been asked. I explained that I knew the "Key" family had seen something on a hillside in a reasonable time frame after Dennis disappeared and wanted to know if there was something else about this that wasn't released. I asked if there was anything I should know about this case as an investigator, he told me that whatever the Key family saw on that hill, was carrying something on its shoulder. Mr. Martin stated that the FBI and NPS never wanted this information released to him or the public. They never wanted the public to know that whatever was seen on that hillside, was carrying something on its shoulder. The NPS and FBI told Mr. Martin that the time frames for this observation didn't work, that was a LIE. Dwight McCarter (the tracker for the park service at the time) and Mr. Martin quickly walked from Spence Field to the point of the "Key" observation in a time frame that would've made the sighting very possible."


In his interview with Paulides, Dwight McCarter confirmed that what the Keys had sighted was carrying something. Paulides quotes him as saying “ they buried that information. The press would never talk about it and the park service would never talk about it. If the park admits that a small boy might have been abducted, this could have a major effect on the surrounding communities and park visitations.

Here's a radio interview with David Paulides (author of missing 411) telling the Dennis Martin case

davids books are really good. have you listened to his coast to coast interview

Yeah dude the books are great and of course! He has a few interviews on C2C now and they're all great! really interesting shit

If you have time listen to this interview on C2C, David tells about some really odd cases

This one isn't in Missing 411 but i'm sure it a case a few of you fucks will recognize

Elizabeth Fritzl and her father Joseph Fritzl
As a teenager Fritzl would indulge in sexual fantasies about his mother, and considered himself her husband. He met Rosemarie in 1956, and married her a year later. As Rosemarie gave birth to their first child in 1957, Fritzl rode his bike around town, peering in people’s windows, but claimed he was working late at the steel factory to support his family.
Elisabeth was born on April 6, 1966; she was the fourth of seven children. She was a painfully shy child, timid to approach adults. Fritzl often beat his daughter, and Rosemarie claimed he didn’t like Elisabeth.

In 1973, having established himself as a successful businessman, Fritzl bought the Seesteern Guesthouse at Mondsee, in the lakes district of Upper Austria. During this time he imprisoned his elderly mother in the attic of the family home, until she died in 1980. Fritzl began sexually abusing Elisabeth at the age of 11. In 1981/82 (when Elisabeth was around 15 years old) Fritzl began making plans for the cellar beneath their family home at Ybbstrasse Number 40, Amstetten, Lower Austria. He planned to transform it into a homemade prison. The guesthouse was destroyed by fire in 1982. Police arrested Fritzl on suspicion of arson and held him for 14 days, but the charges were dropped due to insufficient evidence. Fritzl collected the insurance money.
As Elisabeth matured, she became more assertive, much to her father’s displeasure. In 1983 she ran away from home with a friend, fleeing to Vienna. The pair was caught by police after three weeks and returned to Josef Fritzl. In the same year, planning permits were approved for Fritzl to commence additional work on his cellar, and he enlisted the help of his brother-in-law to carry out the works. He had very specific plans; including that the ceiling should be only 1.7 metres (5.5 feet) high. Only Fritzl himself knew the true purpose of his plans.
On August 28, 1984, when Elisabeth was 18, Fritzl lured her downstairs by asking her to help carry the door that would seal the dungeon. He drugged her with ether, and held her captive. Fritzl chained his daughter to a wall, unlocking her only to rape her. He wrote fake letters, claiming Elisabeth had joined a cult. Cults had gained a negative reputation during the 1970/80s, with mass media portraying them as groups that isolated and brainwashed their members. Fritzl’s story seemed plausible, especially when it came to the troublesome and wayward girl Fritzl made his daughter out to be.
Fritzl warned Elisabeth that if anyone touched the cellar door they would be electrocuted. Inside the cell, measuring four-and-a-half metres squared (15 x 15 feet), was Elisabeth’s world for nine years. Josef Fritzl visited the dungeon every few days, using a remote control to open the heavy door, providing supplies and raping his daughter. She was raped over 3,000 times, violently inserted her with objects that caused permanent physical injuries, and forced her to re-enact scenes from pornographic films.
Elisabeth gave birth in isolation to seven children. Kerstin was born in 1988. Three unfortunate children — Kerstin, the eldest, Stefan and Felix — grew up in the dungeon.
On April 28, 1996, Elisabeth gave birth to twin boys, Michael and Alexander. Michael died three days later, Fritzl cremated his body in the furnace and scattered his ashes throughout the garden.
Three children — Lisa, Monika and Alexander — would live seemingly normal lives upstairs. Everyone was led to believe Elisabeth, unable to care for her children while she lived her cultish lifestyle, had dropped them off on the doorstep in the dark of night.

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As Fritzl’s underground family grew, so did the dungeon as he covertly constructed additional rooms. The small confines of the cell were filled with stale air, leaving the captives listless, barely able to move. A rancid, sick smell engulfed the cavern. Condensation dripped from the tiled walls. The two-bedroom dungeon was soundproofed and included a bathroom, toilet, and kitchen. The lack of natural light would leave the children weak, sickly, and pale. The moisture provided a perfect environment for mould to grow, causing fungal infections for the captives. They suffered malnutrition, vitamin D deficiencies, and severe dental problems. Stefan suffered from motor neurone problems. The children’s only understanding of the outside world came from what they watched on an old television, and from what their mother taught them.

Kerstin, now 19, became desperately ill, suffering from uncontrollable screaming fits and lapsing into unconsciousness. On April 19, 2008, she was taken to hospital by ambulance, The young woman presented to doctors was suffering from multiple organ failure and placed in an induced coma as doctors worked to help her recover. Doctors made a public appeal over Austrian television on April 21, asking for Elisabeth to contact authorities. Elisabeth watched the story ignite, and begged her father to take her to the hospital.

On April 26, Fritzl decided to release his captive family from their underground prison. Elisabeth, Stefan, and Felix made their way upstairs, where Fritzl told Rosemarie their prodigal daughter had returned home. Elisabeth Fritzl had been missing for 8,516 days.

After nearly 24 years she was finally free.
Once in the hospital grounds, Josef and Elisabeth were detained. Elisabeth refused to provide information on her circumstance until she was promised she would never have to see her father again. In the early hours of the morning, on April 27, 2008, Josef Fritzl was arrested. By nightfall, Rosemarie and all the children were taken into state care.

Elisabeth Fritzl and her basement children spent months in a secure psychiatric hospital while they recovered from their torturous ordeal. Elisabeth had aged far beyond her years. She attempted to re-establish a relationship with her mother, but her anger boiled over when she questioned why Rosemarie never tried to help. Elisabeth threw her mother out of their villa nestled in the grounds of the psychiatric hospital.

After their release, Elisabeth would shower several times a day, and became compulsive about cleaning. Closed doors distressed the children, and doors were fixed to remain open or removed from the hinges altogether. Treatment is expected to be on going with all the children.

Josef Fritzl wrote a series of letters to Elisabeth, requesting she send him money so he could defend himself by studying law. She no longer accepts his communications. In 2012, he divorced Rosemarie because she never visited him in prison.
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Tne participation of special forces isn't all that weird. Fort Bragg is a big training base and HQ of the 82nd Airborne. The 101st is at Fort Campbell and the ranger school is at Fort Benning. All are within a short flight. The disappearance of a kid from a federal park would certainly make the news and would be a good opportunity for some commander to take his guys on a training mission. The kid probably wandered off and fell in a creek.

Or maybe it's Bigfoot.

That's pretty badass.

OP, yes I've Heard Cases on Coast to Coast AM… It is Fucking Weird… They Always go Missing around Water or when Nobody is Looking… & when they are Found, they are Always Dead or Don't Remember what happened to Them… It is Fucking Weird… I'm Never going into the Woods Alone without a Tracker On Me…

Fuck it i'll contribute, this guy was most likely a gun runner or shit shit but still a cool story

Jeffrey Alan Lash, 60, was found dead and decomposing in his SUV near the affluent Pacific Palisades neighborhood of Los Angeles. The man was later linked to a home down the street from where the SUV was parked. When the LAPD entered the home they found that it was booby trapped with guns pointed at the doors set to go off. Inside his home, detectives discovered over 1,200 guns, including pistols, rifles and shotguns. As well scopes, 6.5 tons of ammunition, bows and arrows, knives, machetes and $230,000 in cash. They found explosives which had to be disposed of by the bomb squad on site. They also located eight of the 14 vehicles stashed around Los Angeles registered to Lash, including an SUV designed to drive underwater and modified combat ready vehicles. He also has a lot of storage units that have yet to be checked by the LAPD.

Several neighbors said the man was known only as “Bob” in the local area and described him as a gun fanatic who claimed to have worked covertly for either the FBI or the CIA. His fiancée had lived in the town home on Palisades Drive for years, they said.

“He'll say crazy things to people like he does night missions swimming to Catalina,” said one neighbor, who declined to give her name. “He would come … and tell us he would show us self-defense moves.” Neighbors thought Lash was dying of cancer because he appeared to be degenerating over the past year, but Lash told Nebron that he had been exposed to nerve-damaging chemicals on a mission and his condition was worsening.

Staff at an area restaurant classified the behavior of Lash and his fiancee as peculiar, with the man often claiming to work for the CIA and becoming upset if photographs were taken near him. “They always came in two separate cars. Neither had license plates, but no one ever stopped them,” said Francesco Schiff with the Casa Nostra restaurant. “He always paid cash, always had filet mignion and they never ate with friends.”

His fiancee Catherine Nebron and 2 friends including a doctor were with Lash in the parking lot of Bristol Farms in Santa Monica when Lash said he was feeling sick. Their attempts to cool him with ice after he refused to let them call 911 didn’t work and Lash died. After that they drove to the Palisades neighborhood and try to revive him. After an couple of hours of failed attempts the wife decided to leave him in the SUV, according to her the "government agency" that Lash worked for would retrieve his body. Nebron just left the car and Lash’s body parked on Palisades Drive and went on a trip to Oregon. Nebron later told a friend she had specific instructions from Lash on what to do if he died. Don’t call the authorities. Leave him in a car. Get out of town, and let his minders take care of the body. So she did that.

Shirley Anderson, Lash’s late father’s significant other, told the Los Angeles Times that she hadn’t seen Lash since 2010 and didn’t know how he made his money. Lash was raised modestly in Westchester by a pianist mother and a microbiologist father. Lash was enrolled at UCLA and studying to become a scientist when he dropped out of school. Additional details about his record were not available because he had requested that UCLA keep his records private.
No one seemed to know how Lash amassed his wealth. Not only did Anderson have no idea, but Lash’s property manager nor his lawyer of many many years had no idea. Nebron’s attorney told the Associated Press that there was no evidence that Lash was a drug dealer or had any source of criminal income.

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Yeah man it get weirder the more you into it, cause i was a skeptic at first. I mean ffs It's the woods so anything can happen, you can get attacked by an animal, eat some poisonous berries, even something like getting lost can get you killed in the wilderness.

Its the fact that these people are gone within the blink of an eye, they go ahead a few feet and poof they're gone and most of them are never found. No blood, no signs of a struggle, no drag marks, dogs won't find a scent or refuse to search period. In some cases the bodies were found in places that had been searched x number of times over, in really obvious places.

This one isn't morbid, just old fun one about bigfeets

There are very few stories of humans being abducted by sasquatches, but the Albert Ostman story is probably the most famous. And his detailed descriptions of the creatures’ behavior still ring true to this day.

Ostman claimed to have never heard of sasquatches when he entered the Toba Inlet near Lund, British Columbia as a prospector in 1924. An old Indian that served as his guide explained about these hairy “people” that lived in the forests there. Ostman didn’t believe the myths told by the natives and he dismissed the stories. But the guide still insisted these “people” were very real and still lived in the area, as Ostman would learn soon enough.

He and the guide arrived at the inlet mouth late one afternoon and made camp. The guide had supper with him and they made arrangements for him to return for Ostman in the same spot in three weeks time. Ostman hiked the area northeast of his location, did some hunting, and prospected for several days before he found a spot for his permanent camp about ten miles in that direction. He built a permanent fireplace for cooking, and he made himself a permanent bed to sleep in. He claimed he was a very heavy sleeper if he could get comfortable, and his new bed proved to be comfortable enough.

He awoke the following morning to find his things had been moved around, but nothing was missing. The following night, he loaded his rifle and slipped it under the edge of his sleeping bag. The next morning he awoke to find his pack, that had been hanging on a pole, had been emptied and turned upside down. And some food items were missing, but nothing was torn apart, so he didn’t suspect a bear. He checked the area for tracks but found none, and he climbed up on a big rock with his rifle where he could watch the camp for a while, but nothing showed up there.

The next night he made special preparations and planned to stay up all night to see if he could see the visitor, but he said he must have fallen asleep. He awakened to something picking him up, and it took him a moment to wake up and realize what was happening. He was still in his sleeping bag. He then felt like he was being “tossed on horseback” but could feel that whatever was carrying him was walking.

This is where Ostman’s account gives some striking details about being carried. He wanted to get to his knife, but it was positioned in such a way underneath him and he couldn’t get to it. He claims he had a firm grip on his rifle the whole time that had been inside the bag.

“I could feel myself rise for every step,” he later told author John Green. “What was carrying me was breathing hard and sometimes gave a slight cough. Now, I knew this must be one of the mountain Sasquatch giants the Indian told me about.” He had slipped his boots inside his sleeping bag before he went to sleep in order to protect them. And he said he could feel the hobnail from one of the soles cutting into his foot while the creature was carrying him. “It hurt me terribly, but I could not move,” he explained. And he described the discomfort inside the sleeping bag. “It was very hot inside. It was lucky for me this fellow's hand was not big enough to close up the whole bag when he picked me up — there was a small opening at the top, otherwise I would have choked to death.”

He guessed the whole uncomfortable trip to be about three hours long. When the creature finally put him down, it was still dark. And as he sat up and tried to get his circulation back, he could hear them “talking” to each other and he described what was happening: “I could hear now it was at least four of them, they were standing around me, and continuously chattering. I had never heard of Sasquatch before the Indian told me about them. But I knew I was right among them.” But what he didn’t know was how he would get away from them.

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As it got lighter outside, he could see them clearly, describing them as people, completely covered with hair and no clothes. His account was of a family of four, what he described as an “old man,” “old woman,” and two young ones he described as a boy and girl who seemed afraid of him.

As he watched them chattering, he got the impression that the female was not too thrilled about what the male had dragged home. “The old man was waving his arms and telling them all what he had in mind,” Ostman said. And then they left him for a while to check his pack the creature had carried from his camp along with him, and to figure out where he was. He went through his things and went about the business of getting food and water while the creatures watched him curiously from nearby. And on his way back, he could see where the family had been sleeping.“On the east side wall of this valley was a shelf in the mountain side, with overhanging rock, looking something like a big undercut in a big tree about 10 feet deep and 30 feet wide. The floor was covered with lots of dry moss, and they had some kind of blankets woven of narrow strips of cedar bark, packed with dry moss. They looked very practical and warm — with no need of washing.”

The young male was becoming more curious and getting closer to him, so Ostman gave him his snuff box which he played with for quite a while, showing it to the others. But other than that, the first day with them was uneventful. The next morning, Ostman was determined to leave and he packed his pack, rolled his sleeping bag, and injected the shells into the barrel of his rifle. He attempted to walk out of the area, but was forced back by the old male. Ostman said, “I pointed to the opening. I wanted to go out. But he stood there pushing towards me — and said something that sounded like "Soka, soka."

Ostman, afraid that his 30-30 rifle wouldn’t have much impact on the large male, decided to pull back and wait it out. The two young ones had been curious about him and he thought if he could make friends with them, they might help him. He gave the young male another snuff box with some snuff left in it. Ostman thought maybe the “boy” would give some to the older male.

The next day, the female came back with food, and Ostman made dippers out of a couple of his food cans and gave them to the young ones to play with. When he showed the young male how to dip it in water, he seemed pleased, almost smiling. Then Ostman took a bite of his snuff, smacked his lips and said, “That’s good!” He tried to get the older male to come to him. He thought if he could get him to eat some snuff it would most certainly kill him. And Ostman, since he now saw these creatures as people, could reason it out in his mind that this wasn’t murder since the old male ate it on his own. And the creature kept coming closer and closer to him every day.

One morning, after Ostman built a fire and made himself some breakfast, the male came within ten feet of him and sat down. Ostman pulled out his snuff box to take a pinch only to have the “old man” snatch it out of his hand. And to his surprise, he emptied the entire box into his mouth and swallowed. Not long afterward, his eyes began to roll back in his head. Ostman described the scene. “I could see he was sick. Then he grabbed my coffee can that was quite cold by this time, he emptied that in his mouth, grounds and all. That did no good. He stuck his head between his legs and rolled forwards a few times away from me. Then he began to squeal like a stuck pig. I grabbed my rifle.”

The “old man” ran to find water. Seeing his only chance to escape, Ostman packed up what things he could quickly collect. The young male ran over to his mother who had also begun squealing. Ostman made a run for it, but the old female was right behind him. He turned and shot his rifle over her head and kept running toward the hills.

“Must have made three miles in some world record time,” Ostman said. “I came to a turn in the canyon and I had the sun on my left, that meant I was going south, and the canyon turned west. I decided to climb the ridge ahead of me. I knew that I must have two mountain ridges between me and salt water and by climbing this ridge I would have a good view of this canyon, so I could see if the Sasquatch were coming after me. I had a light pack and was making good time up this hill. I stopped soon after to look back to where I came from, but nobody followed me. As I came over the ridge I could see Mt. Baker, then I knew I was going in the right direction.”

Ostman, tired and sick after traveling quite a way, eventually came across a loggers’ camp at Sechelt Inlet where he stayed until the next morning. He caught a boat from there to Vancouver.

He had told the loggers he was a prospector and got lost. He said nothing about the sasquatches for fear they’d think he was crazy.

There's this weird case in my country. This all happened several decades ago and never really got investigated.
It is a story of the most conspicous disappearance of almost 6 million I N N O C E N T people that from one day to the other have gone missing.
No one has any idea how this happened, it is like they have turned into thin air or something, yet no one dares to ask questions and all investigations are prohibited.
Spooky, isn't it?

Juice

I do not know if he has been into his own mother, but afaik he claimed that he locked her up out of spite and as a revenge because she used to brutally beat him up.

Also the mold story seems to be quite fabricated to me by SPON who simply published a more menacing sounding story before the carcer was even opened. The Austrian media on the other hand report that it was comfy down there
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also there is no padded room, that's another media hoax as we know now. Amazing how people will believe everything they are told.

he can say anything to try and justify his actions but the dude is nuts either way

I'm glad someone else contributed, even if it was just one user lol thanks mang

Thanks for posting Missing 411/David Paulides stuff guys. Never heard of his work before. Im now afraid to leave my house after listening to him for the past 2 hours

I remember this thread on /k/. Several anons said his wife was a CIA handler and other weird stuff

Look up the interview on C2C he did with people disappearing in towns. Amazing and scary shit

heartless cunt

Op here no problem user, and yeah I know the feeling haha I felt the same way when I first got into his work. It's more than just one or two odd disappearances, there are tons of these case that occur under really odd circumstances

Yep, I've yet to read his newest book on urban disappearances but I've listened to the interviews and they've been great. It's gonna be chilling to hear how these can happen in your city, as opposed to the wilderness

Op here I thought this would be all the way at the bottom of the already. I see at least a couple of anons showing interest so I'll post another one. Have you all heard about the Henry McCabe case? The whole thing happened at the end of last year so its kinda recent, this case got ton's of attention because of the voicemail he left on his wifes phone (vid related has a small snippet of the voicemail)

Henry McCabe - 32 years old- (vid related) Henry was a Minnesota Revenue Department employee. On September 6th 2015, 32 year old Henry was out at a club with his friend Kennedy and another guy. During the course of the evening Henry had several drinks, Kennedy told police the other friend took McCabe’s wallet in an effort to stop him from buying more drinks because he was “very intoxicated".

Henry and a different friend were heading home when Henry supposedly convinced his friend to drop him off at a Fridley gas station at around 2am (though no CCTV footage was found of Henry at any area gas station to confirm this). That was the last time he would be seen alive.

McCabe’s phone pings from the night he disappeared placed him in Spring Lake Park and Fridley, according to police. The last ping — about the time his wife said she got a call — came from a tower in New Brighton. At about 2:30am a voicemail from Henry was left on his wife’s phone. Henry could be heard screaming in terror and groaning in pain, and a guttural growling and a voice saying “stop it” were also audible. Some of the call can be heard in the video embedded.

A subsequent search for Henry would reveal nothing until 2 months later, when a kayaker found his body in Rush Lake, about 7 miles from Fridley and consistent with the location of his last cell phone ping. His cause of death was ruled to be “probable drowning” despite the bizarre voicemail. There were no signs of trauma to his body. How he got 7 miles away while severely intoxicated to ultimately drown in a lake was never considered.

On November 12, 1966, five men who were digging a grave at a cemetery near Clendenin, West Virginia, claimed to see a man-like figure fly low from the trees over their heads.[5] This is often identified as the first known sighting of what became known as the Mothman.

Shortly thereafter, on November 15, 1966, two young couples from Point Pleasant, Roger and Linda Scarberry and Steve and Mary Mallette, told police they saw a large white creature whose eyes "glowed red" when the car headlights picked it up. They described it as a "large flying man with ten-foot wings", following their car while they were driving in an area outside of town known as 'the TNT area', the site of a former World War II munitions plant.[6][7]

During the next few days, other people reported similar sightings. Two volunteer firemen who sighted it said it was a "large bird with red eyes". Mason County Sheriff George Johnson commented that he believed the sightings were due to an unusually large heron he termed a "shitepoke". Contractor Newell Partridge told Johnson that when he aimed a flashlight at a creature in a nearby field its eyes glowed "like bicycle reflectors", and blamed buzzing noises from his television set and the disappearance of his German Shepherd dog on the creature.[8] Wildlife biologist Dr. Robert L. Smith at West Virginia University told reporters that descriptions and sightings all fit the sandhill crane, a large American crane almost as high as a man with a seven-foot wingspan featuring circles of reddish coloring around the eyes, and that the bird may have wandered out of its migration route. This particular crane was unrecognized at first because it was not native to this region.

After the December 15, 1967, collapse of the Silver Bridge and the death of 46 people,[9] there were no further reports of Mothman sightings, giving rise to legends that the Mothman sightings and the bridge collapse were connected.

Who the hell cares about some long dead kids from the 60's?

Our efforts are much better focused on finding Sage and Natalee Holloway

Moth man, nice! Thanks for contribooting

Hey, it's a quality thread on Holla Forums. I'd like to know more about OP's story.

If you have about 10 to spare give the video in the third post a listen, it's A radio interview where David Paulides explains the case in detail

It's a great listen and can be quite unsettling once you learn about similar cases

This should be in the news for more exposure. >>>/n/

Most of the still missing children in cases like these were probably kidnapped and put on some child sex trade. People can't just disappear

As far as the Missing 411 cases That's sort of the implication here, they just disappear

No signs of a struggle, no one heard anything, no scent, no blood no hair, it's like I walk up a few feet to go piss behind a bush and poof, gone

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It's only because none of you people are real. You're all simulations. What do I care if a simulation disappears? Fuck and stop probing my brain.

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wake up, we miss you.

the voicemail is fucking weird, kinda sounds like he's being drowned? Thoughts?

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thats one of the most jewish things ive ever read

its fucking fairies man, we may have stopped believing in them but they never stopped believing in us

Also forgot to mention that the FBI agent who was in charge of the case and as well as other disappearances in the area, ended up committing suicide.

I doubt you'll be able to confirm with any actual documents considering the fact that he was in the FBI, they're very hush hush.he FBI

This fact was unknown to David Paulides until he interviewed Dennis Martin's father, who told him about the agents suicide.

1981 – Stacy Arras – Yosemite National Park Details of Disappearance: Stacy rode into an area of Yosemite with her father and 6 others where they reached a cluster of cabins, where people could rest up overnight. The group tied the horses and some of them went into the cabins to freshen up. After getting changed into different clothes Stacy left her cabin with the intention of photographing the lake, she had her camera with her. She asked her Dad if he wanted to go with her to lake but he declined and instead a 72 year old man from their group decided to go with her instead, after a little while down the hill the elderly man felt tried and sat down, the rest of the group watching from up above saw the man sit down. They all watched as Stacy went on a little further towards the lake, go behind a couple of trees and eventually disappear from sight, after a few moments when she didn't return the elderly gentleman was a little worried and gathered the others for a search, they found Stacy's lense from her camera just a little way into the woodland but no other clues were found. Over the next few days hundreds of searchers, national guard and local volunteers searched the area but never found a trace of Stacy.When the author of the Missing 411 books David Paulides was researching the Stacy Arras case, after twice having Freedom of information requestions denied to him, he was told quite bluntly that "he would never get this case".
The only thing they ever found of her was her lense cap.

kek i can't tell if you're trolling but David has mentioned fairies before, I remember him mentioning that in Iceland they believe something lives in boulders, they believe in these legends so much that they'll completely avoid boulders if they're building something they'll build around it instead of moving the boulder. It's interesting how these stories start.

What'd you expect from a kike

Somewhere in Yosemite there was a well-fed bear.

fritzl is no jew tho


sounds more like a werewolve