The Cold Ones

This case isn’t from my hometown, but it is from a place I call home.  It  peaked my inter est the first  time I ever heard about it.  Of course, this first version of the story was 3 young boys went missing by the Airport and were never found.  I started trying to research the story and came up with nothing.  I started to think it was just a “ghost story”.  When I heard about the case again, I received some clarity.  It was two boys that went missing, were eventually found murdered and the case was never solved.  This second time I heard the story, it was from my Aunt-in-Law.  As it turns out, I happened to marry into a family that had a close connection to one of  the boys who died.  See if you can follow along.  One of the boys was the uncle of my husband’s aunt’s husband.  With that information, and with an impending research paper due in one of my classes, I started my research again. Walterboro, South Carolina 1972 .                                               On Nov

The Beginning If you asked me to tell you when my true crime obsession began, I'm not sure I would be able to pin point exactly when it happened.  I have always had a love for mysteries, conspiracies and the like.  When I was little, I loved watching Matlock and Murder She Wrote with my great grandmother and was always so proud of myself when I could guess who the villain was before the show told me.  As I got older, mysteries and conspiracies were my favorite things to read about.  In sixth grade, I actually wrote a book report about the Russian Grand Duchess Anastasia and the rumors that she had survived.  There was no report due.  I did this completely on my own because I was that interested in it and wanted to share the story with everyone.  I don't even know if my teacher actually read it.  Then there was Unsolved Mysteries.  The greatest mystery/conspiracy/true crime show that began in 1987 and filled my television screen for many nights well past my bed time.  To th