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Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings and Mysteries
171. Three Real Imposter Nightmares: Fake Uber Drivers, The Tourist From Hell, and more
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Because they're about times someone snuck into someone else's life so quickly or so subtly that by the time they were figured out, it was too late. And that usually has deadly consequences. But before we dive in, I wanted to remind everyone that if you are interested in joining our book club this time around, we are reading Slue Foot, A tale of Bewitchery by Brahm. It's a dark fantasy novel set in colonial New England, focusing on the conflict between paganism and Puritanism through the story of a young widow Abatha and an ancient forest spirit known as Slue Foot. I'm loving it so far. So you can grab a copy and join us over on Patreon to participate. And even the free tier is welcome. We'll be discussing the book mid May. A specific date is going to be determined, so join us over there. So you have all the information. All right, let's get into it. One of the most common themes in urban legends is the idea of the imposter. A person infiltrating your life under the guise of someone else, usually having sinister intentions. They I think back to this legend that I would hear growing up back in the 1940s, a couple in a small town was throwing a Halloween party. The Radfords. Everyone on their block showed up dressed in costume. Ghosts with bedsheets over their heads, witches with hats and brooms. Now, the married couple next door said that they were going to stop by another party first before they came over. So when the doorbell rang at 11pm, that's who the Radfords assumed had finally arrived. And sure enough, standing at the door were two people, a man and a woman. At least that's what it looked like. The pair was so heavily costumed that it was kind of hard to tell who they were. The woman had on a Dorothy style dress from the wizard of Oz and the man was in a scarecrow outfit. But both of their faces were obscured by these masks. Not character masks though. These tanned, leathery masks that looked like they were pulled straight off a corpse and stretched over their faces. And now the Radfords thought that this was just like their neighbors to do. They always wore the most outlandish costumes to these parties. That night the party raged on just as normal when sometime around midnight, the doorbell rang again. And again and again. Now, the couple wasn't really expecting any more guests, but Mr. Radford went over and opened the door anyways. And what he saw made him stop in his tracks. Because there on his porch was the couple next door dressed as Hansel and Gretel. Confused, he turned around to find the couple that he thought were his neighbors to ask who they were actually. But they were nowhere to be found. No one in the party had seen where they went. And just then he heard his wife scream. She had gone upstairs to check on their two children who were sleeping, only to find two empty beds. The Radford children were never found. This is a terrifying legend. I think about it every time I go to a Halloween party and see someone wearing a mask. But that's all it's supposed to be is a legend created to warn us to stay on our toes to be aware of who we invite into our homes and into our lives. But there is a reason that stories like this exist. Because sometimes an imposter really does slip through the cracks. On the night of March 28, 2019, Samantha Josephson went out with her friends in Five Points. It's a bar district near the University of South Carolina. Samantha was a student there. At just 21 years old, she was weeks away from graduating with a political science degree and a full scholarship to Drexel University's law school. By all accounts, she had everything going for her and a lot to celebrate that night. Around 2am, Samantha decided to head home from the bar she was at called the Bird Dog. She said goodbye to her friends. She stepped outside and she pulled up a rideshare app on her phone. And then she stood on the curb all alone and waited for her ride to arrive. Her friends watched as eventually a black Chevy Impala pulled up to the curb. Samantha got inside, and then she was driven off into the night. The next morning, Samantha's roommates realized that that she never came home. They called her. No answer. Her boyfriend was actually able to track her phone, and he saw that it pinged heading away from Columbia before going dark somewhere around 3am by early afternoon, Columbia police had a missing person's case open. And then at around 1:30 that same afternoon, about 65 miles east of Columbia, in this wooded area outside of a small town, a group of turkey hunters were out hunting when they saw something laying there in the woods. It was the body of a young woman stabbed approximately 120 times. It was Samantha. The medical examiner found wounds all over her body. One wound went entirely through her hand that she had used to shield herself. Who would have done this to a college student who had everything ahead of her? Columbia PD quickly learned from her friends that the last time Samantha was seen, she was getting into a rideshare car. So they went back to Five Points and they pulled security footage from every bar they could. And sure enough, they saw Samantha get into the car. But it was footage from 10 minutes before that that really disturbed them. Because what Samantha didn't know when she stepped into the vehicle, what she could not have known was was that for the last 10 minutes, that black Chevy Impala had been circling the block. Surveillance cameras and Five Points captured the entire thing. The Impala was seen driving completely erratically, making all of these U turns. It pulled into parking lots for no reason. Now, this wasn't just a rideshare driver looking for a client. This person looked Drunk. At one point, the car even starts driving down the wrong side of a one way street. At around 2am the car pulls into a parallel parking spot near a restaurant. And then it cuts its lights and just sits there for three and a half minutes it just sits there watching people walk by in the bar district. And then the lights come back on and it pulls back into traffic. At 2:08am, Samantha is visible on camera standing near the corner of a shop, her phone in hand, checking for her driver. At one point she walks up to a silver car and tries to get in, but that's not her ride. That car is seen driving away without her and she steps back onto the curb. And then at 2:09, the black impala pulls into a parking spot right next to her. Samantha opens the back door and she gets in. The car drives away. And at some point, Samantha's actual rideshare driver cancels her ride because she failed to show up. She was never seen alive again. The surveillance footage of the black Impala was distributed amongst officers in the area. They were told to watch for it everywhere they went. And that very next night, less than 24 hours after the murder, a patrol officer spotted that exact car just two blocks from Five Points. It was the same car in the same neighborhood, seemingly patrolling it again. So the officer immediately pulls it over. And the driver, he learns, was a 24 year old man named Nathaniel Rowland. He cooperated at first, but when the officer told him that his car matched a suspect vehicle, he got out of the car and ran. He was luckily caught after a short foot chase. But he wouldn't even really have to answer any questions from the police because what was found in this man's car spoke volumes. Blood was everywhere. On the seats, on the ceiling, the doors, the trunk. A cell phone belonging to Samantha was also found in the car. There were bottles of liquid bleach, germicidal wipes, and window cleaner in the back seat he had clearly tried to clean up, but had done a horrible job. And most disturbing of all was something that was found on the rear driver's side window. It was a bare footprint pressed into the glass. And forensic analysts matched it to Samantha using friction ridge patterns on the sole of her foot. She had kicked the back window so hard she'd broken the platform sandals off of her feet. Nathaniel Rowland was arrested right then and there. And his trial began in July of 2021. Over the course of a week, prosecutors called nearly three dozen witnesses and built the case piece by piece. The surveillance footage, the cell phone tracking Data. The DNA that was found under Roland's fingernails. The blood on a two bladed knife that was found in the trash behind his girlfriend's home. Witnesses testified that they had seen him out there cleaning the blade. And this is also where the jury learned what had happened that night. Prosecutors told the court that Roland was trying to driving around in his Impala pretending to be a rideshare driver. And once Samantha got into his car, he engaged the child safety locks. And with these locks on, the rear doors could only be open from the outside. When Samantha got into that back seat, once the door closed behind her, she was trapped. She couldn't open the door. She couldn't roll down the window. The footprint on the glass was her trying to kick her way out. What was probably the most chilling about the entire trial was the jury learned that Roland had no connection to any rideshare company. He wasn't a driver. He was just a man in a black car who pulled up to the curb for no one really knows why. The defense called no witnesses. Roland didn't testify. Someone suggested that the crime may be started as a robbery and then escalated. But there was no way to know that. It seemed truly like this was a complete, completely random act of violence. The jury deliberated for just over an hour before returning a guilty verdict on all three counts. Murder, kidnapping, and possession of a weapon during a violent crime. Judge Clifton Newman sentenced Roland to life in prison without the possibility of parole. And for how horrible this crime was, Samantha's parents wanted to find some good that could come out of it, something that they could do to maybe help some other people in the wake of their daughter's death. So they founded the what's my name foundation, named for the simple safety practice of asking your rideshare driver to confirm your name before you get in. The whatsmyname campaign went national. And it's a really easy thing to do. And her family could be saving countless lives by reminding people to just ask first. South Carolina also passed the Samantha L. Josephson Ride sharing Safety act within weeks of her death. And in January 2023, Sammy's Law was signed into effect. Federal legislation that requires rideshare companies to create verifiable identification systems for their drivers. Now, Samantha's story is absolutely harrowing because it proves how easy it is for an imposter to sneak into your life. And by the time you realize something's wrong, it's too late. But next, I want to share with you a story that I found about someone who realized years later that someone very close to them had been an impersonator, someone they had trusted. This week's episode is brought to you by Purisi. As a new mom and also a dog mom, there are stains truly all over my house. Everywhere. On my couch, on my bed. Stains places. I didn't even know you could have stains. Which is why I'm excited to tell you about Puracy. Puracy is all about making everyday cleaning simple and effective with formulas that families can feel good about using around the home. The Puresi stain Remover is really a standout for me. It's also super simple. You just spray it on, let it sit and wash like normal. 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These options may reduce a large portion of credit card debt for those who qualify. You don't need to declare bankruptcy, and you may be back less than you owe, regardless of your credit. National Debt Relief has already reduced the credit card debt for more than 550,000 consumers, so don't wait if you owe 10, 20, or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in credit card debt, you can now take advantage of this financial debt relief as the cost of living increases. To find out how much you could save, Visit National Debt Relief.com that's NationalDebtRelief.com the story reads this is a situation I found out about about eight months ago, but it has stayed in my mind ever since. For context, as a child I had a severe speech delay. I was completely mute up until a few weeks before kindergarten. This caused me to have a speech impediment, which I technically still have to this day. But to a lesser extent, I'm lucky enough that the letters I have trouble with match up with the letters often dropped in certain accents. So to the untrained ear, I sound British or Australian, depending on who you ask. Because of this, I often just say I'm from a different country because it's easier to lie about being British than to explain my speech impediment thing and face any stigma that goes with it. The only people who know the truth are very close friends and family. Onto the Story When I was 18, I was dating a girl who was my age. We are no longer seeing each other, but for reasons unrelated to the story, we were at a social event when we met up with one of her friends who was a year older. I technically have known this girl since grade nine, but not very well. So we as a group get to talking and randomly, completely unrelated to the current conversation, her friend asks me how my mom is doing. I'm caught off guard because that's not usually something you throw into a conversation without knowing, said mom. So I ask back, why do you know her? The friend goes on to explain that my mom used to be her educational assistant and helped her work out her behavioral issues all throughout elementary and middle school. Now this is weird because although my mom did work in a school for a brief time, she was a lunchtime supervisor and only ever worked in one elementary school, an elementary school that I know this friend did not go to. So I ask this friend if she's sure that was my mom, because she wasn't ever an educational Assistant. And the friend confirms that my mom used to talk about me all the time. And when this friend was deciding which high school to go to, my mom recommended my high school because that was the school her daughter went to. Now, within my high school, there were a few people with the same name as me. My name is about as basic as it comes. So I asked the friend, are you sure that it's me she was talking about and not one of the other people at the school with my name? She once again confirms that it was definitely me because my mom would tell her details about my life and told her about my time going to speech therapy. Now, hold up. As I said earlier, I am very secretive about the fact that I have a speech impediment. This friend is clearly someone I've never told, although I guess there is a chance that the girl I was dating at the time could have told her. But I have never, and I mean never, ever, ever told anyone about going to speech therapy. That's just never a detail that I share when I'm telling my life story. It became clear that someone who knows me like family is telling her this stuff. There's no way this friend could have accurately guessed all of these details about my life. So just to confirm that my mother doesn't have a double life, I asked this friend what my mother looks like, and she responded that she's somewhat short with curly brown hair. This is not my mother. My mother is tall and blonde. This, though, is exactly what my first speech therapist looked like. She was hired through the school district and I saw her for about two years before she switched to another school. She also works with a variety of special needs students, meaning it's very likely she went on to become this friend's educational assistant. But all of this to say, somewhere out there, this speech therapist, for some reason is pretending to be my mother and to some extent stalking me, as if she would have done research to find out which school I went to. Also, an additional tidbit that I just remembered when I was a child, but after I had switched speech therapists, I was in a store with my mother and there was a shiny blue guitar. Me, being a child and liking shiny blue things, really wanted this guitar. My mom clearly said no, as it was expensive and I had shown little interest in playing the guitar besides watching my dad play his bass. I was disappointed, but I also understood well, out of the blue, my first speech therapist shows up and buys the guitar for me. My mom told her she didn't have to, but my speech Therapist insisted. At the time, this just seemed like a nice thing that she did, albeit overly generous. But now, knowing that she's parading around pretending to be my mother, it definitely paints the situation in a different light. I don't know how to feel about that gift now. There's not much that I can do about the situation as I don't even remember what the speech therapist's name was. So let's just hope we don't meet again. I have so many questions about that story in general, but also, why was the speech therapist at the same store that you were at with your mom overhearing you have that conversation about wanting the guitar? Oh, it just makes me think that she was stalking this person to an even more intense degree than the poster is aware of. But this story is an example of how impersonators don't always have to be deadly to be incredibly strange and nefarious. Sometimes it just feels like it's this huge violation of trust. You let someone into your life and they weren't really who they said they were, or they were using things that they learned about you to fuel their fake backstory. And it actually reminds me of a time that I got catfished. I'll tell you the story at the end of the episode because it's. It's very strange and I'm curious what you think about it, but this really makes me wonder how we can ever truly trust those around us. Who's to say that the person right beside you right this very moment is actually who they say they are? Well, for our last story today and our biggest one, I want to talk to you about something really terrifying. And that is meeting an imposter while you travel. Because sometimes the seeming kindness of a stranger can have disastrous consequences. A little before 8am On March 8, 1995, South African Airlines Flight 282 landed from Johannesburg at Changi International Airport in Singapore. On board was a 32 year old engineer named Gerard Lowe. Now, Gerard had been itching to go to Singapore for a while now. He had heard that electronics were dirt cheap compared to back home. Orchard Road Market, they said, was one of the best places in the world for techies. Gerard wanted to upgrade his home hi fi setup, and he also had a shopping list for his friends and family. Before he left, Gerard told his wife, Vanessa, that he would call her once he found a hotel. And as he was passing through the terminal, a man approached him. Like him, the other man was white. He was a tourist. He was tall with brown hair and a British accent. He introduced himself as Simon Davis, and he said he was also a tourist and he was looking for someone who wanted to split a hotel room with him so they could share the fee. We don't know exactly how Gerard felt about being approached by a stranger. Remember, the entire point of his trip was to save money. Every dollar off his hotel bill was another dollar he could spend on new tech. And so he accepted this British man's offer. They booked a hotel room at the Riverview Hotel, just 10 minutes from the market. After a day spent scoping out Orchard Road, the two men had dinner together. And suffering intense jet lag, they both went Back to room 1511. The following morning, at around 8am, Simon Davis appeared at the hotel reception desk. He seemed stern and in a hurry. He told the woman on duty that he wanted Gerard Lowe removed from his reservation and he did not want to share a room with him again. He explained that he had actually kicked his roommate out last night after Gerard had made a pass at him. He still intended to stay a couple more days at the hotel, but he didn't want to risk this man sneaking back into his room. The woman at the front desk did exactly what he asked, and Davis remained in room 1511. Various members of hotel staff saw him coming and going for the next few days, carrying bags of various sizes. He visited a bank and a Thomas Cook travel agency to withdraw cash and travelers checks. On the Evening of the 10th, he attended the Singapore Symphony Orchestra at a nearby music hall. The whole time he was using Gerard Lowe's credit card, though. And while he was out, a chambermaid went up to the 15th floor to clean the room. Now, the room was really messy, but this was something she dealt with every day. Filled trash cans, rumpled sheets. The bathroom was spotless, but she noticed that it smelled really weird. It smelled a little bit like bad fish. She looked up and down the entire room for the source of the smell, but she never found anything. Simon Davis checked out on March 11, and that evening he caught a flight to Bangkok. A few days later, though, a boatman named Lee was on his way back after a long night of ferrying tourists around Clifford Pier off the coast of Singapore. His boat was a motorized sampan, which is kind of like a flat canoe common in East Asian countries. At around 10am, the boat, his boat bumped into something that was bobbing around in the water. It was a black plastic trash bag. It had started to tear, and to his horror, he could see a sawed off human leg inside. Lee ran straight to a Coast Guard who came over and had a closer look. The bag had been weighed down, but the gases of what was decomposing inside had caused it to float to the surface. And inside were not one, but two human legs. Forensic analysis determined that the legs belonged to a well built Caucasian man with a shoe size of seven and a half. They had been severed neatly at the joints. The scarring also indicated that the body had been dead at the time of the amputation. The bones were intact, meaning whoever did this knew how to dislocate a socket before cutting off a limb. Whoever did this, the forensic team assumed, had the skills of a butcher. It was very possible that he had done this before. When they did a search for missing people in the area that fit that description, one name jumped out at them. Gerard Lowe. A missing persons report was filed by his wife, Vanessa, when he hadn't called her the time he said he would. Back at the hotel, Assistant superintendent Gerald Lim took over the case and he decided that he wanted to retrace Gerard's steps. It led him back to room 1511. And when he inspected the room again, it still had that strange smell in it. Officers entered the bathroom and when they were inspecting the tiles, they saw a couple fine red dots by the shower head. Small enough to be missed by the initial cleaners. They looked like blood. After talking with the hotel staff, they found a name for the man who shared the room with Gerard Simon Davis. If this Davis had something to do with Gerard's death, where was he now? And if the way he dismantled the body wasn't the work of a first timer, when was he going to strike again? This episode is brought to you by Shopify. Okay, you know that very specific late night experience where you're scrolling, you find something you absolutely need, you get all the way to checkout, and then you realize your card is in your bag and the bag is across the room and suddenly it's just way too far to go. That is me. More often than I would ever admit. Which is why I am a pretty big fan of that purple shop pay button. It's the smoothest checkout experience on the Internet. 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After you purchase, they'll ask where you heard about them and please support our show and let them know that we sent you. Wrap yourself in Luxury with lola blankets On March 15, Thai Airways Flight TG13 took off from Bangkok to Phuket. Sheila Dmood, a 49 year old Canadian school administrator was on board with her 22 year old son Darren, who was on spring break. They would have stood out on the crowded airplane because Darren had his leg in a cast from a recent injury. A row across from them sat a tall, slim British man. It was Simon Davis continuing his leisurely trip across Thailand. Now we don't really know when Davis began talking to the demoods. A journalist covering the case at the time suggested that they started talking on the plane. But it is difficult to verify this, but it could have been the same spiel that Davis had given Gerard that he was a friendly tourist looking to save a bit of money on his travels. What we do know is that Davis and the two Canadian tourists wound up staying at the same hotel, Nilly's Marina Inn. The Canadians checked into room 43 and Davis checked in right down the hall in room 48. That following morning, Sheila and Darren went down for breakfast before returning to their room. But then at 11am Davis showed up at the counter. He had an odd request for the receptionist. He wanted to switch from room 48 to room 43. He said that his new Canadian friends had left suddenly and he volunteered to pay their bill. That same day, back in Singapore, at about 7:55 in the morning, a pair of customs officers were preparing for a shift change near Clifford Pier. As one of the officers was doing his final check, he noticed a black plastic bag bobbing in the water not far from where the boatman had found the severed legs two days earlier. As the officer pulled it out with a boat hook, it smelled like rotting meat. Coast Guard boats combed the area and they found two more floating trash bags inside. Police found a pair of thighs and a full torso minus the head and the limbs. Just like the previous body parts, the cuts had been made with almost surgical precision. The body had no other wounds and all of the dismemberment had been post mortem. Forensics could not determine the cause of death Maybe if they found the head, they would have been able to, they said. And unfortunately, heads did turn up just a few days later, but not the ones that the Singapore police were looking for. On March 19th in Thailand, the skulls of the two Canadian tourists were found by a disused tin mine. At 8pm that evening, Simon Davis reappeared in Changi International Airport in Singapore. He had returned from Thailand to complete some unfinished business. He handed over his passport to the woman at immigration and she typed in his information. And then she froze because the system informed her that the man was wanted by police urgently. Within minutes, a pair of officers descended on Davis. They handcuffed him and took him into a separate room for interrogation. The officers left him there, going to fetch Police Inspector Lim, who was in charge of the case. And when they were gone, Davis actually broke an observation window and attempted to cut his own wrists. And officers arrived just in time to stop him. When Lim arrived for interrogation, arresting officers gave him five passports that Davis had been carrying. Two British, two Canadian and one South African. The passport photos of his victims had been replaced with pictures of himself. He was using their identities as he traveled around. And most damning of all, his checked luggage was filled with potential murder weapons. In the bags, police found a hammer, four knives, a sharpening stone, handcuffs, a can of mace, and a battery operated electrical stun device. Simon Davis refused to talk to anyone, but that was fine. Gerald Lim and his team finally had names to start checking. So Scotland Yard ran the British passports and they came back with surprising news. Simon Davis, according to British criminal records, was already in prison. The man they were holding in suspicion of murder was actually a man named John Martin. John Martin had been his legal name since 1986. Before then, he had been known as John Martin Scripps. Born in 1959 in England, Scripps had developed a love of travel as a child, taking many trips abroad with his father. After his father died, he really struggled in school, ultimately dropping out when he was 15 years old. He made a living on the streets doing odd jobs. Whatever money he earned, he used to travel more, trying to recapture the freedom that he felt in his youth. But after every taste of freedom, he would come crashing back down to earth. He went to juvenile court several times as a teenager for burglary, leading up to a six year prison sentence in his early 20s. And after his release, he changed his name to John Martin and he started drug running. In 1987, he stashed $1 million worth of heroin and a safety deposit box abroad. Not long after he was detained at Heathrow Airport for possession of cocaine. And police found that safety deposit box key on him. Martin got a sentence of seven years, which was later extended to 13. And he went quiet for a while. But that wasn't because he was through with this life of crime. He had started behind bars at Her Majesty's Prison, Albany. He was employed at the prison kitchen, learning how to butcher animals. In October of 1994, he sold all of his remaining prison belongings. He bought a passport from another prisoner, Simon James Davis, and he disappeared during his home leave. He fled for Mexico, where he spent the winter of 1994. And not long after that, he began his career as a serial killer. Sometime around January 12, Martin took a solo trip to Belize. At around the same time, a British management consultant disappeared while he was holidaying there. And later, $30,000 moved from that man's bank account to one of John Martin's bank accounts and the body was never found. After he returned to Mexico, it seemed like his wanderlust really returned. He flew to San Francisco, and from there he flew to Singapore. And while he was in Singapore, he waited at the airport, pretending to be a tourist until someone fell into his trap. On March 24, the same day that Singapore authorities formally charged Martin with murder, hikers in Thailand discovered more of the missing Canadians body parts. A human torso, mostly skeletal at that point, matching limbs which had been separated at the joints. The torso and the limbs belonged just to Darren, though his mother's body would never be found. By the time Martin went to court, Inspector Lim had gathered witness statements from 77 people, piecing together a timeline for his travels in March of 1995. What did Martin say in his own defense, Though he knew that they could place him with Gerard Lowe on the night of March 8th, and they knew he flew to Phuket using a fake passport. So instead of denying any of those things, he told a completely different version of events. He claims that he spent the night with Gerard Lowe in a hotel room. But he woke up to Low standing over him, just in his underwear, touching his butt. Martin, quote, freaked out and kicked Low away. And during the struggle, Martin said he struck him in the head with his hammer. When he had time to finally calm down, he dragged the body into the bathroom and went to meet another British friend at another hotel. This man, who he knew from prison, volunteered to help him dispose of the body. He took Martin's room key and went back to the Riverview to dispose of the body. And Martin had nothing to do with it. He said everything Martin did in the aftermath of Gerard's death, including withdrawing money from his bank accounts he claimed to have done at the direction of this mysterious British prisoner friend. He said that he never even met the Canadians. Their passports were just given to him by this British friend. When asked to identify this friend, Martin refused, saying that he would put himself in danger by giving this man's name to the courts. He said he was called Bad John in prison. He couldn't really give any other details beyond that. I mean, Martin clearly intended to pin this crime on another man so that he could get away with a more minor charge for forgery and accidental killing using the gay panic defense. There was no evidence that this Bad John guy existed at all. And the claim definitely did not hold up. Under questioning. The motive for the murders, the prosecutor said, was obviously financial. Martin had stolen thousands in travelers checks and cash from his victims. Money was the reason he came back to Thailand and got caught. Ultimately, this wasn't a criminal mastermind. This was a tourist who left a trail of dismembered corpses in his wake. On November 10, after three days of trial, the judge gave his decision. John Martin was guilty of murder and he was sentenced to death. Four days before his scheduled execution in April of 1996, he met with a journalist for a final interview. Before the reporter left, he offered some parting words. They won't hang me. I'm British. Famous last words. After granting him a final meal of pizza and hot chocolate, they did just that. John Martin Scripps was dead at 36 years old and never traveled again. The story of John Martin is a scary reminder that sometimes the kind stranger offering to help you during your travels is not exactly who they say they are. 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