On a quiet summer day in 1974, a young girl made a shocking discovery in the dunes of Provincetown. A woman’s body, face-down in the sand, hands missing, her skull crushed. She had no identification. No name. And for nearly 50 years, no answers. She became known only as The Lady of the Dunes. But decades later, advancements in DNA would finally give her a name—and reveal a disturbing connection to a man with a long suspicious past and a trail of missing women behind him. On July 26th, 1974, a young girl walking her dog along the dunes of Provincetown, Massachusetts, made a discovery that would become one of the most haunting unsolved cases in New England. Nestled in the sand near Race Point Beach, the body of a woman was found lying face down, partially on a green beach towel. The scene was both brutal and surreal. The woman had suffered a massive blow to the head, her skull crushed by what investigators later believed was a military-style entrenching tool.  **For those of you who don't know what this is, its basically a mini-compact shovel. Usually made from high-carbon steel or aluminum. The military term for them is an E-Tool. Their given to soldiers when first enlisted as part of their equipment. But these can be purchased online, as well as in any military surplus store.** Our victims hands had been removed, presumably to hinder identification. Her head was nearly severed from her body and a blue bandana and a pair of Wrangler jeans were placed beneath her head as if arranged deliberately. Now I'm not 100% sure if this was the victims doing, or the killers doing but we do know that the clothes she may have been wearing, were found folded neatly. She was estimated to be between 25 and 40 years old. Her auburn hair was tied back with a gold-flecked elastic band. Her toenails were painted pink, the area around the body and the body itself showed zero signs of a struggle. This hinted that maybe she knew her killer or she was subdued or asleep while she was killed. She had extensive dental work, including several gold crowns, suggesting that she had once been well cared for or came from some means. Yet there were no missing persons reports that matched her description.  **Going back to when the body was found - i read that one of her forearms was tucked under her head, which tells me she may have been asleep when she was attacked. And with her skull being so severely fractured and presumably hit with the steel shovel - I'm sure she passed quickly, which doesn't leave a lot of time for her to remove her arm from under her head. She was found on a beach, yet she was wearing levi jeans... tf is she doing sleeping on a beach in jeans and no swim suit. no underwear even! ur telling me this woman's out taking a nap, in the dunes, in jeans, in the  middle of summer, with no swim suit and no draws. nobody does that. Detectives also noted that some of her teeth were missing, later it was determined that these were removed post mortem - clearly another effort to disguise her identity.  Id also like to point out the fact that there was hardly any blood at the scene. You're telling me a woman is beat in the head with a shovel, 97% of the way decapitated, her hands are gone and some of her teeth are missing and the area quote "was not even saturated with blood". There was enough blood for them to know it was blood - given the circumstances, but there was this huge likelihood that she was killed elsewhere. They had zero identification on this woman and with no way to get it, the case grew very cold - very fast. And she was buried, only known as "The Lady of The Dunes". Now multiple theories emerged over the decades, many fueled by speculation and circumstantial evidence. One theory involved infamous crime boss Whitey Bulger, whose reputation for brutality and connections to the region led some to wonder whether she might have been a victim of organized crime. Others speculated she might have been an extra in the film Jaws, which was being shot nearby around the time of her death. That possibility, though unconfirmed, kept the case alive in public interest for years. Facial reconstructions were released, the body was exhumed several times; 1980, 2000, and 2013, and investigators chased hundreds of leads to no avail. But that changed in 2022. Nearly five decades after the discovery, the FBI utilized forensic genetic genealogy to identify the victim. The breakthrough came through advanced DNA testing, paired with genealogical databases and family tree building. Her name was Ruth Marie Terry. She was just 37 years old when she was murdered. Ruth was born on September 8, 1936, in a mountainside shack in Whitwell, Tennessee, to Johnny and Eva Terry, the latter of whom died at the age of 23. In 1957, following a short-lived marriage, Terry left Whitwell to work at the Fisher Body automotive plant in Livonia, Michigan. In 1958, she gave birth to her son, Richard, but was unable to care for him due to financial difficulties. She allowed the superintendent of her workplace, Richard Hanchett Sr., to adopt her son in return for him paying off her expenses. After the adoption process was finalized, Terry left Livonia and moved to California. Terry reached out to her son in 1973, but he was not ready to meet her due to a drug overdose which left him in a coma for 18 days. **There was an interview between her son Richard and NBC 10 Boston in 2022. In this interview, Richard talks about his regrets in not meeting up with his mother, and not taking more of an initiative to have a relationship with her. But he couldn't have known that just a year later, his mother would be gone forever. And during that time, Richard fully believed that his mother could still be alive.  Richard was actually the one who gave his DNA to police in order to help find her. And once they had a match, they informed Richard that Ruth Terry was their "Lady of The Dunes". But he hadn't heard about the lady of the dunes case up until that point. This was when Richard knew, his mother had been murdered. "It hurts. A horrible thing happened to my mom in a beautiful place. She was a beautiful person and I wish I could have gotten to know her," Hanchett said.** Ruth Marie Terry ended up meeting Guy Rockwell Muldavin while she was living in California. Muldavin, a charismatic antiques dealer, became her fourth husband. Their relationship progressed quickly, and on February 16, 1974, they married in Reno. Shortly after their marriage, Ruth introduced Muldavin to her family during a visit to Tennessee. Her relatives noted that he was unusually controlling and that Ruth seemed anxious, even quiet, in his presence. Once they returned to the West Coast, communication with Ruth stopped abruptly. Muldavin offered bizarre explanations. At one point, he told the family that Ruth had joined a religious cult and wanted no further contact. He later changed his story, claiming she had simply walked away. Ruth’s family was left confused and suspicious but had no evidence to pursue any legal action. After Ruth's identity was confirmed, investigators turned their attention to Muldavin. And they uncovered a pretty disturbing past. He had a history of using different aliases, fraud, and highly suspected of violence including domestic violence. Guy Muldavin was suspected in the 1960 disappearance of his first wife and her teenage daughter in Seattle, Washington. They were 18 year old Delores Mearns and 40 year old Manzanita Rockwell. After the two went missing, Muldavin gave conflicting stories about their whereabouts. At one point he told people that the women had gone on a trip and would return at a later time, in another instance he said they went off to the east coast, then later told someone else they died in a car accident and then ended up telling police that they just up and left him. During the subsequent investigation, human remains—including body parts—specifically a tongue and pieces of a jaw—were reportedly found in the septic tank of the home Muldavin had shared with them. While the remains were never officially confirmed as belonging to Delores and manzanita, the police had their suspicions. Muldavin was considered a key suspect, but he was never formally charged in connection to their disappearance. and this was all because of the time. they didn't have the advancements in DNA technology to figure out who the body parts came from. so you cant charge someone with murder if their "was no murder." Now, with the identification of Ruth and the timeline of her last known movements, the evidence was pointing squarely and solely at him.

In August of 2023, the Cape and Islands District Attorney’s Office announced that the case of the Lady of the Dunes was officially closed. They named Guy Rockwell Muldavin as the killer of Ruth Marie Terry. But..looks like he went to hell too soon because as fate would have it, Muldavin died in 2002, well before ruth was ever even identified. so unfortunately, charges couldn't be filed. Do i believe it was anyone other than Guy? no. 100% he did it. Especially after knowing that body parts were found on his property. And even though they never found Ruths hands, or the bodies of Zanita or Delores, police are positive that guy was their killer, citing the totality of forensic and circumstantial evidence. It was a bittersweet resolution to one of the region’s longest-standing mysteries. For nearly 50 years, Ruth Marie Terry had 0 name, 0 justice, and not a shred of recognition. She was a mystery in forensic textbooks and a face in countless age-progressed reconstructions. But behind that mystery was a real person—a woman with a history, a family, and a future that was stolen from her. Ruth's  story is a testament to the persistence of investigators, the power of modern science, and the importance of never forgetting the unidentified.

In the late 1970s, Fall River, Massachusetts, found itself at the heart of a troubling string of murders.

At first glance, the victims appeared to share no commonalities — however, as the investigation progressed, authorities revealed links to sex work, cult involvement, and allegations of Satanic rituals.

This case would result in numerous arrests, raise concerns regarding mental health and manipulation, and spark a continuous discussion about the true events that transpired.

"So they shall no more sacrifice their sacrifices to goat demons, after whom they whore."

Leviticus 17:7

Fall River, Massachusetts, once thrived as one of the nation's leading textile manufacturing cities. 

In the 19th and early 20th centuries, Fall River was one of the most important textile manufacturing centers in the United States. Often referred to as “Spindle City,” it was home to dozens of mills powered by the nearby Quequechan River, whose cascading falls gave the city its name ("Fall River"). At its peak, Fall River had more cotton textile mills than any other city in the world. The city's textile industry drove innovation and economic development. It attracted entrepreneurs and skilled laborers and became a symbol of American industrial strength. Fall River-produced textiles were shipped across the country and around the world. Fall River flourished architecturally during its boom. The city boasts beautiful Victorian homes, granite mills, and civic buildings. Landmarks like the Fall River Historical Society, Battleship Cove, and the Lizzie Borden House (from a historical rather than sensational perspective) reflect its deep historical roots. Situated on Mount Hope Bay, Fall River also had a vibrant shipping and fishing industry. It was once an important port for steamship travel between Boston and New York. The Fall River Line, a luxury steamship service, was famed in the 19th century for its elegance and reliability. But by the mid-20th century, the industry had largely collapsed, leaving behind vacant mills, economic hardship, and a city struggling with identity and poverty. And by the 1970s, the effects were visible: Unemployment rates were high, especially among young people. Crime rates were rising, including drug activity and prostitution. Many neighborhoods, particularly around the old industrial districts, had become neglected and unsafe. There was also a growing presence of youth drawn into fringe beliefs, alternative religions, or occult symbolism — often as a form of rebellion or identity-seeking in an environment where hope and opportunity were hard to find. While most of these interests were harmless, the social and economic instability made Fall River a place where vulnerable individuals could fall through the cracks. It was during this period that a small group of people, tied together by drugs, sex work, and self-styled occult beliefs, came into focus.And it was in this environment — not just physically rundown, but emotionally and culturally fractured — that the first body was discovered. On the morning of October 13, 1979, the body of a young woman was found under the bleachers of Diman High School in Fall River. A group of local schoolboys had come across her body around 8 a.m. and quickly notified the authorities. When police arrived, they found the victim partially clothed, with her hands bound behind her back with fishing line. She had been brutally beaten and stabbed multiple times in the head. There were clear signs of overkill, which suggested extreme rage or that the victim and killer possibly knew each other.  Investigators noted that the position of the body and the bindings appeared deliberate. The way that the body was bound, it was impossible for her to do this to herself. There were also small burns and cuts that led some to speculate torture or a symbolic motive — but again, no clear evidence pointed to anything concrete just yet. The woman was soon identified as 17-year-old Doreen Levesque. She had been living in nearby New Bedford and was known to have been involved in sex work.  Before she met her demise, Doreen Levesque was a teenager navigating a life full of instability. Born in 1962, she had grown up in and around the New Bedford and Fall River area — a region already struggling with poverty and social fragmentation. From a young age, Doreen’s home life was marked by dysfunction. While many details about her early years remain private or undocumented, what is known is that she was placed in the foster care system as a minor. Whether due to neglect, abuse, or general family hardship, she became one of many children shuffled through Massachusetts’ overburdened child welfare system during the 1970s. By all accounts, Doreen did not receive the consistent support or protection that the system was supposed to provide. She bounced between foster homes and eventually began running away, falling in with people who offered her a false sense of belonging — often in exchange for survival through sex work or drug activity. At just 17, Doreen was living away from any stable home, working the streets, and trying to survive in one of the toughest environments a teenager could face. She wasn’t enrolled in school, and no one in an official capacity was actively looking out for her safety. So when her body was discovered that October morning, it was the first time many people — including the public and the press — had ever heard her name. Her death would be the spark that ignited an investigation, but it also represented something deeper: a failure of a system meant to protect children just like her. In the first few days after her body was found, police questioned known sex workers in the area and began compiling a list of frequent clients, possible pimps, and individuals involved in drug activity. But no arrests were made, and no clear suspects emerged. At first, Doreen Levesque's murder seemed like an isolated act of violence — tragic, brutal, and heartbreaking, but not necessarily connected to anything larger. But behind the scenes, investigators were already sensing that something about the crime scene didn’t quite fit the usual pattern. The restraints, the location, the level of violence… it all hinted at something more. And within months, another body would surface — and then another. That’s when the Fall River Police Department realized they weren’t dealing with a single homicide. They were looking at a pattern. And possibly, a serial killer. Only a few weeks after the discovery of Doreen - Fall River’s police were called to another grim scene in November of 1979. The body of Barbara Raposa, a woman in her early 20s, was found in a wooded area near the city’s outskirts — an area known for being isolated. Barbara’s body was discovered by a local hiker who stumbled upon the scene and immediately alerted authorities. Upon arrival, investigators noted that her body showed clear signs of a violent assault. She had been strangled, with ligature marks evident around her neck, and had sustained blunt force trauma to the head. The positioning of the body suggested an attempt to conceal it, though the location was still close enough to populated areas that authorities were concerned about a possible serial offender. Barbara was identified by a local dentist through her dental records shortly after her death. Barbara’s background was similar to Doreen’s in many ways. She had struggled with instability and was known to be involved in sex work. Friends and acquaintances described Barbara as someone who had faced numerous hardships growing up, including family issues and economic difficulties. She was often seen in the same circles as others on the fringe of society — vulnerable to exploitation and violence. Police began to notice the pattern: both victims were young women, connected to sex work, living on the margins of society, and suffering extreme violence. This raised concerns that these were not isolated incidents but possibly linked murders. Despite the similarities, investigators faced many difficulties. Witnesses were reluctant to come forward, either out of fear or distrust of law enforcement. The underground nature of the victims’ lifestyles made it challenging to piece together solid leads. Barbara’s murder deepened the urgency for Fall River police. The community was growing increasingly fearful, and the media began to focus more attention on these cases — though, tragically, the victims themselves remained largely forgotten by society until their deaths. The discovery of Barbara Raposa’s body marked a turning point for the Fall River police department. Unlike with the first case, there was now a clear pattern emerging—two young women, both connected to sex work and vulnerable populations, brutally murdered within weeks of each other. Authorities intensified their efforts. They put together a task force,  re-examined evidence from both crime scenes, and began canvassing the neighborhoods where the victims had been known to work. Officers interviewed friends, acquaintances, and known associates, hoping to find any connection between the victims or clues that could lead to a suspect. However, the investigation faced significant challenges: Many witnesses were reluctant or afraid to talk, often because of the victims’ ties to drug use and prostitution. There was a notable distrust of law enforcement within some marginalized communities, which made gathering reliable information difficult. Forensic technology was limited by today’s standards, and many pieces of physical evidence could not be conclusively linked to any suspect. Despite these difficulties, police publicly stated their commitment to solving the murders and urged anyone with information to come forward. The residents of Fall River were shaken and rightfully terrified. Local newspapers began running stories about the murders, focusing on the brutal nature of the crimes and the increasing fear among sex workers and others in vulnerable groups. Yet, public sympathy was complicated by stigma around the victims’ lifestyles, which unfortunately affected how much attention and resources were devoted to the cases. Different groups and some community members began calling for better protection and support for at-risk women, highlighting how social neglect and economic hardship were contributing factors to the violence. But many felt the city was slow to respond meaningfully. In the weeks that followed, there was a mixture of anxiety and anger — fear for personal safety, frustration with law enforcement’s limited progress, and grief over the lives lost. But the rampage wouldn't end there. On February 8, 1980, the case took another disturbing turn - when a local teenager taking a walk, found parts of a human skull in the woods near Westport, Massachusetts - just outside Fall River. Investigators later confirmed through dental records that the remains belonged to 20-year-old Karen Marsden — a local woman who had been missing for almost 2 months. Unlike the previous victims, Karen’s death wasn’t initially treated as a simple murder. In fact, her disappearance was already on police radar — because she had been interviewed just weeks earlier by the same detectives who were investigating the murders of Doreen and Barbara. Karen had been loosely associated with both women and also shared the same lifestyle. Karen had reportedly expressed fear for her life in the weeks before she vanished. Some accounts claim she had told others she knew who was responsible for the murders, and that she was terrified of becoming the next victim. Her remains were not found intact — only a portion of her skull and several teeth were recovered. Investigators believed her body had been dismembered and possibly subjected to ritualistic mutilation. Because so little of Karen’s body was ever recovered, an official cause of death couldn’t be confirmed through traditional autopsy. However, statements from those involved painted a very chilling picture - & the only person to ever provide a detailed account of what happened to Karen Marsden was a 17-year-old girl named Robin Murphy — Karen's girlfriend. According to Robin, Karen was murdered during a satanic ritual in the remote Freetown-Fall River State Forest. In chilling statements to police, she claimed Karen was brutally beaten, had her hair torn out, fingers broken, and was ultimately beheaded before her head was then drop kicked like a soccer ball. At first she claimed this was all orchestrated by a man named Carl Drew - a local pimp and self-proclaimed satanist and by his accomplice - Carl Davis. Carl Drew was a 26-year-old pimp operating in Fall River during the late 1970s. He had a reputation for being violent, controlling, and deeply feared by the young women who worked for him. Drew came from a troubled background, growing up in an abusive household and spending much of his youth in juvenile detention facilities and later prison. By the time the murders began, he was heavily involved in Fall River’s sex trade and had established a small group of followers — many of them young, vulnerable girls — who allegedly saw him as both a protector and a spiritual figure. AKA a Cult. Robin Murphy would later describe Drew as a Satanist who led his followers in rituals involving animal sacrifices, bloodletting, and threats of death to those who disobeyed him. According to her, Drew used these occult performances to instill fear and loyalty. He was accused of orchestrating Karen Marsden’s murder, forcing others — including Robin — to take part in the act as part of a satanic ceremony in the Freetown-Fall River State Forest. Drew denied all allegations and insisted he was being framed, pointing to Robin’s shifting statements and lack of physical evidence. Despite this, he was convicted of first-degree murder in 1981 and sentenced to life in prison without parole. Over the years, Drew has maintained his innocence, and several people — including some law enforcement officers — have raised questions about the legitimacy of his conviction. Carl Davis was another local pimp and enforcer who worked alongside Drew and moved in the same circles of drugs, sex work, and street violence. Less is publicly known about Davis compared to Drew, but he was implicated in the murder of Karen Marsden as well. Robin Murphy claimed he was present during the ritual and played a role in the assault that led to Karen’s death. Unlike Drew, Davis took a plea deal. He pleaded guilty to second-degree murder in exchange for a reduced sentence, avoiding a full trial. He received a life sentence with the possibility of parole. His decision to plead guilty removed the possibility of a cross-examination, and some critics of the case argue that the lack of a trial for Davis meant there was less public scrutiny of the evidence against him. Robin alleged that she was forced to participate in the killing to bind her to silence — a sort of ritualistic initiation. These graphic claims, which lacked physical evidence beyond the partial skull and some teeth, became the backbone of the prosecution’s case. Yet, over time, Robin’s role grew more complicated. She later recanted portions of her testimony, at times implying she had lied or exaggerated key facts to protect herself. In other statements, she even hinted at a more direct role in Karen’s death stating that she had cut Karens throat and had mutilated her body. Despite any inconsistencies, Robin was convicted of second-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison. Her credibility would remain one of the most contentious aspects of the case — with many questioning whether she was a manipulated witness, a vulnerable teen coerced by fear, or someone far more involved than she initially let on. The Fall River murders remain one of the most disturbing and controversial criminal cases in Massachusetts history — not just because of the violence, but because of what they revealed about a community in crisis. At the center of it all were young women — Doreen Levesque, Barbara Raposa, and Karen Marsden — who lived on society’s cracks,  vulnerable to exploitation, addiction, and neglect. Their deaths were not only the result of individual cruelty, but also of systemic failure. A city grappling with poverty and decay, institutions that didn’t — or couldn’t — protect its most at-risk, and a climate of fear that allowed rumor and panic to shape justice. Even decades later, questions remain. Was Carl Drew truly the orchestrator of a satanic cult, or was he a convenient villain in a story the public was already primed to believe? Was Robin Murphy a terrified teenage witness or a cunning manipulator protecting her own secrets? With shifting testimonies, minimal physical evidence, and lingering doubt over the true motives behind these crimes, the Fall River case leaves us with more questions than answers. But at the heart of this story are the victims — women who should never be forgotten. Their lives mattered before the headlines. And the actual truth — whatever it may be — has yet to be completely uncovered.

Any and all information you have related to these cases, you're urged to relay it to the Fall River Police Dept.
@ (508) 676-8511.

In 2011, Philadelphia Pennsylvania was a city still working to shake off its reputation for violent crime. It was a place rich in history but burdened by systemic issues—rising housing costs, underfunded public services, and a police department struggling with trust in many of the communities it served. That year, Philadelphia recorded over 320 homicides. Most of them were quickly classified and sorted—gang-related, domestic disputes, robberies gone wrong. But every so often, a case stood out. Not because of the crime itself, but because of what happened afterward. How it was handled. Or more often, mishandled. This is the story of Ellen Greenberg. A case that, on the surface, should have raised immediate red flags. Ellen was 27 years old. A first-grade teacher in Philadelphia’s Juniata Park neighborhood. Friends described her as dependable, cheerful, and introverted. She lived with her fiancé, Sam Goldberg, in a luxury apartment in the Mayanuk area. By all accounts they were happy, and planning their big wedding day.. Until Ellen was found in her kitchen—stabbed twenty times.

Ten of those wounds were to the back of her head and neck.

And somehow... in some unbelievable way, her death was ruled a suicide. On January 26, 2011, Ellen left work early due to an incoming snowstorm. Surveillance footage shows her stopping for gas before heading home to her Mayanuk apartment #603.  A few hours later, her fiancé Sam  claimed he went to the gym located in their building. When he returned, he said the swing bar lock on the apartment door had been engaged from the inside and He couldn’t get in. He first asked security if they could break the door so he could get in, but the man told him that breaking into that apartment would be against his company's policy and that Sam would have to be the one to do so. So he called and texted Ellen over a dozen times with no response. Until he eventually forced the door open himself, and went inside. What came after, would change the Greenberg family, forever. 

In the 911 call you hear Sam tell dispatch that he was NOT moving her body. Yet when officers arrived, they found Ellen sitting up against a cabinet with coagulated blood running from her nose to her ear. Which completely contradicts Sam's statements. 

She had suffered twenty stab wounds. Some to the front of her body. Others to the back of her neck and scalp. Paramedics were called, but Ellen was already gone. Police noted there were bruises on her arms and legs in different stages of healing. Which you would think would be their first reg flag. Dispite how Ellen was found, no defensive wounds were documented. The knife, taken from her own kitchen, was still lodged in her chest when responders arrived. Her cell phone and laptop were in the apartment, but no suicide note was ever recovered. As police looked around the apartment they noticed that it looked freshly cleaned. Like someone tried to clean up before police arrived. Any and all of ellens electronics were immediately seiezed for investigation and ellens remains were sent off for testing and examination. While the examination took place, police looked at all immediate family and friends of Ellen. Trying to dig up any information about her private life. But nobody had anything bad to say about anyone. The medical examiner initially ruled her death a homicide. But within days, that ruling was changed to suicide. The explanation given was based on the locked apartment, the lack of signs of forced entry, and Ellen’s recent prescription for anti-anxiety medication. Her parents were told that it was an open-and-shut case. But they definitley weren’t convinced. Now From the beginning, the Greenbergs questioned everything. Rightfully so. How could their daughter stab herself twenty times? How could she inflict ten wounds to the back of her head and neck? And why would she kill herself with a kitchen knife instead of overdosing on the medications she had access to? These questions led them to hire their own independent forensic experts.  One of them was Dr. Cyril Wecht, a respected pathologist, the same one who looked over the JFK assasination, reviewed Ellen’s case. He concluded there was ZERO scientific basis for the suicide ruling - stating he has absolutley no idea how they could come to this conclusion. Another expert, Dr. Wayne Ross, studied her CT scans. He found that one of the wounds to her spinal cord would have incapacitated her instantly. She would have been in so much pain and agony that she wouldn’t have been able to continue stabbing herself after that. Ross also explained that some of the knife wounds penetrated her brain, which would have caused severe brain damage - also making it impossible for her to continue attacking herself.  In a similar vein, forensic expert Henry Lee, who provided testimony for the defense during the O. J. Simpson murder trial, examined the case files and determined, "the quantity and nature of the wounds along with the bloodstain patterns noted align with those typically found at a homicide scene." This case is filled with inconsistencies and suspicious behavior.. by more than one party. We have the fact that the apartment had been cleaned shortly after her death. Was this done by police or the perpatrator?? Then information came out that important evidence, including her laptop, were removed before the investigation was complete. Again.. by police? or the murderer? The knife that was used during the attack was NEVER even tested for fingerprints. The lock on the apartment door, once seen as proof that no one else could have entered, was later shown to be easily manipulated from outside. Meaning, anyone, and i mean anyone, could have shut the door and locked it from the outside. The security guard, Mr. Hanton, who spoke with Sam shortly after the incident, provided a signed statement for the civil case in which he declared, "he did not see the apartment door being broken down." This raises the question: Did Sam actually break down the door without anyone witnessing it, or did he not need to break it down at all because he was aware he could enter without force? These are critical questions and concerns that Ellen's family requires answers to. In October 2019, the parents of Ellen initiated a civil lawsuit against the Philadelphia Medical Examiner's Office and Marlon Osbourne, the pathologist responsible for the inital autopsy. The lawsuit aims to alter the classification of death to either "homicide" or "undetermined," referencing new evidence and the admission from Osbourne that he modified the manner of death under pressure from the police. This would surely pave the way for a possible wrongful-death or misconduct lawsuit against the city. At the time of Greenberg's death, photogrammetry was not available, but it has since produced a 3D anatomical model of her injuries, revealing that not all of her stab wounds could have been self-inflicted. As of now, the case remains in legal limbo. The official cause of death is still listed as a suicide. But during the 2019 exam of Ellen's spinal column, a pathologist by the name of Lyndsey Emery, discovered crucial pieces of evidence that were overlooked during the initial autopsy. She noted three significant injuries to Ellen’s spinal column. One injury, affecting the spinal cord tissue, occurred during Ellen’s autopsy, she explained.

However, there were two additional cuts — one impacting the bone and ligaments in Greenberg’s spinal column and another corresponding cut to the dura — which were the result of a "genuine sharp force injury" and were not inflicted during the autopsy, she stated.

What stood out about these injuries was the absence of hemorrhaging around them, Emery testified, stating, "The absence of hemorrhage indicates no pulse." This means ellen was already deceased before the remainder of knife wounds were inflicted on her. & This is exactly why  multiple experts, attorneys, and forensic specialists have labeled the suicide ruling as impossible. Ellen’s parents continue to push for a full investigation as They’ve spent more than a decade fighting for their daughter. An appeal to remove the suicide ruling and to move forward with a homicide investigation is underway.. but not without backlash from the court. As they state that this may open the flood gates to litigation in other cases. The Greenburg family is determined, and so are the attorneys working for the family. They say it may take years, but that they WILL not stop fighting for Ellen. I also want to point out the fact that just because they say they cant "move forward" with this, doesn't mean it wont happen. I say this because they are NO statute of limitations on criminal homicide. So whoever killed Ellen, i just want you to know, you are NOT off the hook. This case is not just about what happened to Ellen. It’s about how evidence can be ignored. How political pressure can override facts. And how easy it is for a flawed conclusion to become official—no matter how illogical it may seem.

Ellen Greenberg deserved better. And her case deserves a real answer.

If you have any information regarding the case of Ellen Greenburg, please contact CRIME STOPPERS at 1-800-222-8477. There is also an online petition that has received over 160k signatures, mine included, that i urge you to also sign and share with friends and family.

Throughout history, poison has been called the “weapon of choice” for those who wanted to kill quietly. It doesn’t require strength or violence, and it often hides in plain sight—in a glass of water, a meal, or a medicine bottle. Many times, it’s chosen by someone close to the victim, someone they trusted completely. Husbands, wives, and lovers… turning betrayal into murder.

In today’s video, we’ll be looking at five chilling cases of women who used poison to kill their husbands. Each story is different—spanning decades and even centuries—but they all share the same theme: trust turned deadly.

#1 STACEY CASTOR - Stacey Castor seemed like an ordinary suburban wife and mother living in upstate New York. To her neighbors, she was polite and hardworking, the kind of woman who blended easily into the background of small-town life. But behind the image of normalcy was a trail of death and deception that would eventually earn her the nickname, “The Black Widow.” In 2000, Stacey’s first husband, Michael Wallace, suddenly became very ill. He developed strange symptoms that puzzled doctors: he was nauseous, weak, and constantly exhausted. His health deteriorated rapidly, and before long, Michael was dead. The cause of death was ruled a heart attack. At just thirty-eight years old, it seemed tragically young, but not impossible. Stacey buried her husband, raised their two daughters, and carried on with life. No one suspected a thing. Five years later, Stacey had remarried. Her second husband, David Castor, was a businessman who trusted Stacey completely. On August 22, 2005, she dialed 911 in a frantic state, telling dispatchers that David had locked himself in their bedroom after a heated argument. When police arrived, they found David dead. He was lying on the bed, an empty glass of antifreeze next to him, along with a container of the chemical itself. A turkey baster was discovered in the kitchen garbage, its tip coated with green liquid. Stacey told investigators she believed her husband had taken his own life. She even pointed out a suicide note typed on the computer, supposedly written by David, in which he confessed to killing Michael Wallace years earlier. But detectives weren’t convinced. The so-called suicide note looked suspicious. For one, the style of writing didn’t match David at all. And forensic analysis later revealed that the document had been created on Stacey’s computer, during a time when David was already incapacitated. The turkey baster was even more damning—inside it, investigators found David’s DNA on the tip, but Stacey’s fingerprints on the handle. It was becoming clear that David Castor hadn’t taken his own life. He had been murdered. Detectives then turned back to Michael Wallace’s death in 2000. His body was exhumed, and toxicology tests revealed high levels of antifreeze in his system. The truth was undeniable: Stacey Castor had poisoned not one, but two husbands. But her crimes didn’t stop there. As the investigation closed in, Stacey did something unthinkable. In a desperate attempt to divert suspicion, she tried to frame her own daughter, Ashley. She concocted a plan to kill Ashley with a lethal cocktail of pills and vodka, staging it to look like a suicide confession. The forged note “admitted” that Ashley had killed her father, Michael Wallace, and her stepfather, David Castor. Stacey even claimed Ashley had written that she was about to end her own life out of guilt. But Ashley survived the poisoning attempt and later testified against her mother in court. The evidence against Stacey was overwhelming: two dead husbands, forensic proof of antifreeze poisoning, a fabricated suicide note, and an attempt to murder her own child to cover her tracks. In 2009, Stacey Castor was convicted of second-degree murder, attempted murder, and multiple counts of forgery. She was sentenced to more than fifty years in prison, effectively guaranteeing she would never walk free again. In 2016, Stacey was found dead in her prison cell from a heart attack at the age of forty-eight. Her story became one of the most infamous modern examples of a woman using poison as a weapon. Cold, calculating, and remorseless, Stacey Castor tried to manipulate death itself to her advantage. But in the end, the very clues she planted—the forged note, the antifreeze, the turkey baster—exposed her for what she truly was.

#2 LYNN TURNER - In 1995, in Marietta, Georgia, thirty-one-year-old police officer Glenn Turner was found dead in his apartment. He had been complaining of flu-like symptoms for days—nausea, dizziness, and stomach pain—but doctors hadn’t found anything alarming. His sudden death was ruled the result of natural causes, likely complications from a viral illness. It was a tragedy, but not a mystery. Or so it seemed. Glenn’s widow, Lynn Turner, collected his life insurance and carried on with her life. Friends and family were stunned at how quickly she moved on. Within months, she was in a new relationship with a man named Randy Thompson, a firefighter. Randy trusted her, loved her, and eventually moved in with her. Six years later, in 2001, history repeated itself. Randy Thompson became mysteriously ill, suffering from the same symptoms Glenn had before his death. He grew weak, nauseous, and increasingly disoriented. Doctors were baffled—Randy was a young and healthy man, but he wasn’t recovering. Finally, after several days of agony, he died. His death was also initially chalked up to natural causes. But this time, investigators began to take notice of the strange similarities between the two men. Both were young, both in relationships with Lynn Turner, and both had displayed identical symptoms before their deaths. When Randy’s toxicology tests were ordered, the results revealed something chilling: lethal levels of ethylene glycol, the main ingredient in antifreeze. Armed with this discovery, investigators re-examined Glenn Turner’s death. His body was exhumed, and the results were the same—he too had been poisoned with antifreeze. Suddenly, the tragic coincidences that surrounded Lynn’s life were exposed as a calculated pattern of murder. The motive appeared to be financial. Lynn Turner had collected large sums from Glenn’s life insurance policy and stood to benefit from Randy’s as well. Prosecutors painted her as cold, manipulative, and willing to kill the men closest to her for money. During her trial, the evidence was devastating. Experts testified about the symptoms of antifreeze poisoning and how both men had displayed the classic signs. Witnesses recalled Lynn’s strangely detached behavior after each death, and prosecutors emphasized how both victims had been vibrant, healthy men before suddenly falling ill. In 2004, Lynn Turner was convicted of murdering her first husband, Glenn, and sentenced to life in prison. Two years later, she was tried for the murder of Randy Thompson. Once again, the jury found her guilty, and she was handed a second life sentence without the possibility of parole. But the story didn’t end there. In 2010, Lynn Turner was discovered unresponsive in her prison cell. She had died from an apparent overdose of prescription medication, ruled a self-inflicted death. Her case shocked Georgia and the nation, not only for the brutality of her crimes but for the sheer patience and cruelty it took to carry them out. Poison isn’t swift—it’s agonizingly slow. Glenn Turner and Randy Thompson both suffered before they died, never suspecting the woman who claimed to love them was the one quietly killing them.

#3 REBECCA PAYNE - In 2020, in the quiet Australian town of Jindera, neighbors believed Rebecca Payne and her husband Rodney had a stable, ordinary life. On the surface, they looked like any other middle-aged couple: working hard, raising a family, and keeping to themselves. But behind closed doors, their marriage had begun to crumble. Rebecca was growing increasingly resentful of Rodney. Their relationship was strained, and divorce loomed on the horizon. But rather than separating, Rebecca devised another plan—one that would guarantee she no longer had to share her life, or her finances, with her husband. In December of that year, Rodney suddenly fell ill. He suffered nausea, vomiting, and intense abdominal pain. At first, it seemed like food poisoning, but his symptoms worsened over several days. Friends described how he appeared gaunt and weak, struggling to even stand. Then, suddenly, he was gone. His death shocked those who knew him. Doctors suspected a heart condition or natural causes, but the toxicology report told a different story. High levels of ethylene glycol were found in Rodney’s system. Ethylene glycol, like i mentioned, is the primary component in anti-freeze, its sweet-tasting, deadly, and notoriously used in poisonings. Investigators quickly realized Rodney hadn’t died by chance. He was murdered. Suspicion turned toward Rebecca almost immediately. And Inconsistencies appeared in her story. She claimed Rodney had been unwell for days and refused to see a doctor, but evidence suggested otherwise. Police uncovered purchases she had made of antifreeze products, raising more questions about her involvement. As investigators dug deeper, the truth emerged: Rebecca had been slowly feeding Rodney antifreeze, watching him weaken day after day. The motive was financial and personal—she stood to benefit from his death and free herself from a marriage she no longer wanted. Her trial revealed the coldness of her actions. Forensic experts described the agony Rodney would have endured as the poison crystalized inside his body, shutting down his kidneys and slowly killing him. Rodney's Family members testified to the devastation his death left behind. In 2023, Rebecca Payne was found guilty of Rodney’s murder. She was sentenced to a lengthy prison term, condemned by the judge as manipulative and heartless. The case stood out not just because of the method of murder, but because it shattered the illusion of an ordinary suburban marriage. What looked like the life of a normal couple in a quiet town had in reality been a relationship poisoned by resentment, betrayal, and ultimately—murder.

#4 NATHAN PAET - Nathan Paet was a dedicated US Air Force Staff Seargant, stationed at Nellis Air Force Base in Nevada. In 2010, his life was brutally cut short in a case that shocked both his colleagues and the community. Nathan’s death was not the result of a random crime—it was planned and executed by someone he trusted the most: his wife. Michelle Paet, Nathan’s wife, conspired to kill him, driven by a desire to collect a substantial life insurance payout of over $600,000. She didn’t act alone. Michelle enlisted the help of her co-worker, Michael Rodriguez, and his associate, Corry Hawkins, to carry out the murder. On the morning of December 1, 2010, Nathan left their home in Las Vegas to go to work. As he walked to his garage, he was ambushed and shot five times, killing him instantly. Michelle, who was inside the house with their four children, feigned shock and called 911, pretending she had no idea what had happened. Investigators quickly uncovered the chilling truth. Michelle had been in contact with Rodriguez using coded text messages leading up to the murder. She had discussed various methods to eliminate her husband, including kidnapping and shooting, demonstrating a level of planning that revealed her intent well in advance. The legal fallout was significant. Michelle Paet eventually pleaded guilty to first-degree murder and conspiracy to commit murder, receiving a life sentence without the possibility of parole. Michael Rodriguez and Corry Hawkins, her co-conspirators, were also convicted and sentenced to life without parole. Another accomplice, Jessica Austin—Hawkins’ girlfriend—pleaded guilty to conspiracy charges and cooperated with authorities. The case was not only shocking for its brutality but also for the betrayal and greed at its core. Nathan’s children were left without their father and were placed in the care of his parents in Guam. This tragic story stands as a reminder of the devastating consequences when trust is shattered by those closest to us.

#5 ANN BILANSKY - In the mid-1800s, St. Paul, Minnesota, was still a growing frontier city, marked by bustling trade and tight-knit neighborhoods. Among its residents were Ann and Stanislaus Bilansky, a married couple whose relationship was said to be troubled. Ann was unhappy, often described as distant from her husband, and whispers of her involvement with another man circulated in town. In March of 1859, Stanislaus suddenly fell ill. He suffered intense stomach pains, vomiting, and weakness that grew worse by the day. Doctors believed it was a severe case of gastroenteritis, but his condition didn’t improve. Within days, Stanislaus was dead. At first, his death was not considered suspicious. Illness was common in that era, and medicine was still limited. But soon, neighbors began to talk. Ann’s behavior was unsettling—she showed little grief and was seen in the company of her alleged lover not long after her husband’s burial. Authorities began to investigate. Suspicion deepened when evidence surfaced that Ann had purchased arsenic, claiming it was to deal with rats. In the 19th century, arsenic was a common household poison, but it was also the weapon of choice for those looking to kill discreetly. Stanislaus’s body was exhumed, and tests revealed lethal traces of arsenic. Combined with Ann’s affair and her strange indifference to her husband’s death, the case against her grew. Ann was arrested and charged with murder. Her trial became a sensation, drawing large crowds and filling the newspapers with baffling details. The prosecution painted her as a cold, unfaithful wife who sought to rid herself of her husband in order to be with another man. The defense, however, argued that the case was circumstantial, with no direct proof that Ann had administered the poison herself. Despite these arguments, the jury was unconvinced. Ann Bilansky was found guilty of murdering her husband. Her sentence: death by hanging. On March 23, 1860, Ann was led to the gallows in front of a crowd of thousands—the first and only woman ever executed by the state of Minnesota. Before the trap was sprung, she maintained her innocence, declaring, “I die without having had justice.” Moments later, she was hanged. Her execution became infamous, not only for the crime itself but because of the controversy that followed. Some believed Ann had been guilty beyond doubt, while others felt she had been condemned largely due to public opinion, her gender, and her reputation as an unfaithful wife. To this day, Ann Bilansky remains a figure of grim notoriety in Minnesota history—the only woman to ever be legally put to death in the state, remembered for a poisoning that shocked a frontier town.