MurderMurder News presents the biggest true crime stories of the week! This week, we discuss an Incel terrorist attack in Toronto, the murder of two sisters in Georgia, and murderer Ingolf Tuerk Plus, we have special guests Bruh Issa Murder and Fomocast!
I’m not sure about y’all, but I know I could certainly use a break from reality with a good crime fiction book! We are so excited to announce our next book selection for our May book Club–The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James. The Sun Down Motel was written by a Murderino for Murderinos, and it is the Nancy Drew-esque story of murder and ghosts you need to get you through this trying time. In 1982, Viv Delaney goes missing while working as a night clerk at the Sun Down Motel in Upstate New York. Thirty five years later, her niece, Carly, finds herself in search of answers to this mystery that has long haunted their family. This book has ghosts, private detectives, a missing person, and unresolved murders for you to solve right along with Carly!
I have lived in my grandma’s house since I was two years old. She raised me. It was built in the early 1900s, and she owned it for about 43 years before she passed away in the house (I wonder if she’ll ever haunt it?). Anyway, I was about six years old when I saw my first ghost – it was my grandma’s younger brother who had passed away in his thirties, I think he was coming to check up on her. I had never seen a picture of him before, but he was young and handsome. I later saw a photo of him and pointed him out to her. But that’s not my ghost story. That’s just the beginning.
Our friend, Cas, knows so many murder stories that we are honestly a little worried for his safety and ours. Cas sat down to tell us about his old boss who was murdered by a disgruntled employee in an epic double Homicide in Texas. Check out the full story.
MurderMurder News presents the biggest true crime stories of the week! This week we discuss Corona-related hate crimes, The murder-suicide of Patrick Jesernik, and the arrest of Iyanna Mayweather. Plus, we have special guests Cas sharing a hometown murder.
I had just moved into my new house in Austin, TX, and was living by myself for the first time. My best friend, Nicole, had come to visit me from Florida to help me get unpacked and organized, and after a day of sorting through boxes, we both had some wine, said goodnight, and went to sleep in our separate bedrooms. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my cabinets slamming open and closed.
“Mama brought *something* back with her,” I overheard my mother say to my father. My grandmother had just returned from Italy where she had been on pilgrimage to several religious sites. My mother’s words made me excited, thinking that she meant souvenirs or gifts of some kind. My sister and I had quite a collection of memorabilia from our grandmother’s frequent travels. Turns out, I wouldn’t call what she brought home a gift…
In 1987 in Kansas City, Missouri, it was the end of my summer break and my step-sister had been babysitting the neighbor’s boys of the usual family she babysat. She had been watching them for the past week as a favor while the Mom was in court during a divorce hearing. The babysitting job was supposed to be for two weeks, however, the mother ended up coming home a bit early and stated that she no longer needed a babysitter for the following week. My step-sister felt uneasy about the decision, but agreed to let the mother come over to our house later to pay her for the one week of babysitting.
David and I were never what you could call best friends. He was smartly dressed, articulate and intelligent. But I often thought he was stuck in a time warp, obsessed by the trombone which he used to play in a brass band, and collecting antiques and taxidermy specimens. I, on the other hand, loved books, music, cool boys and the X-Files much like any teenage girl at the time. He was polite and would talk a lot when asked about his interests, but never made much eye contact. I never thought too much about it, but he was just a little… odd.
In Austin in 2011, the city had an escalating serial rapist. The attacks started out as a man flashing runners along the hike and bike trail along Town Lake, and his flashing quickly turned into sexual assault. I was 29, the same age as Esme, and often walk around Town Lake. I would hear about the attacks from friends, and about a friend of a friend who had been flashed while running.