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Dr. Emily Carter (0:00)
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Peyton Moreland (1:44)
You're listening to an Ono Media podcast. Hi everyone and welcome back to the into the Dark podcast. I am your host, Peyton Moreland. I'm so happy you are here. If you are new here, this is a true crime podcast that also ventures into ghost stories. Spooky, tells everything dark and mystery. And it's good. He's good. So you're gonna want to stick around. You guys already know the drill, okay? Like subscribe, comment, smiley face hearts. Leave a review. Five star, nothing less. I don't make the rules. These are the rules of listening to the podcast. Sorry, I don't make them. It's just something you have to do. Before we jump in to the true crime, let's do my 10 seconds. Okay, well, first I had a dream last night that I was back in high school and I had to do this like project, like this art project. And then they were like, it's due right now. At the end of class and I was. I thought I had like a week. I don't know anyone ever have that happen. And I was like trying to glue these, like, it was like these rocks that I was trying to make look like snow. I was trying to glue them onto the page and wasn't working. And I was freaking out because it had to be done. Then, you know, just happens. The next thing is I have been on women's basketball TikTok for college and I've never watched women's basketball in college except for when I cheered at school and I didn't. I'm gonna be honest, I don't know anything about it really. But I have been on this team's Tick Tock and now I'm like hardcore rooting for them. And they're playing tonight and I'm going to be watching them because I know a lot of the girls on the team now strictly because of Tick Tock, and I've never actually watched them play basketball. But I am gonna watch tonight. And if you're wondering what the team is, it's Yukon. I don't know where that stands for. I don't even know what state that is in. I don't even know. Like, I don't know anything. I just know that their jerseys say Yukon. That's all. And I love them. I love them so much. And I really don't know that much about basketball either, but I'm gonna be rooting for them tonight. So, yeah, I guess I'm just getting into my college basketball era, if you will. But that being said, let's jump right into today's episode. Quick Trigger Warning. This episode includes discussions of pregnancy, loss, suicide and sexual assault, including the sexual assault of a minor. So please listen with care. When you spend a lot of time talking about true crime, you start to realize one thing pretty quickly. Real life is not like the movies. It's pretty rare for serial killers to be geniuses like Hannibal Lecter, or for crime scene investigators to pull off technical miracles like in csi. And people almost never fake their own deaths and disappear, like in Gone Girl. Except sometimes you come across a case that feels so wild and so unbelievable that it seems like it could be something out of a movie, only it's completely real. Take today's case, which happens in a quiet town called Lincoln, Massachusetts. It's a suburb of Boston, the sort of place where the neighbors all know one another, children play in the park unsupervised, and people regularly throw barbecues for the entire block. Well, on October 24, 1961. A Lincoln based housewife named Joan Risch wakes up early and goes about her day again. We're in the 60s. She starts by giving a goodbye kiss to her husband Martin. He travels a lot for work and that day he's actually driving to the airport for a trip to New York. She sees him off and then wakes her children and makes them breakfast. Joan's daughter Lillian is four years old and her son David is only two. So they're too young to go to school. So they stay with Joan, their mother, for most of the day. But there are a few exceptions. For example, this day she takes Lillian to a dentist appointment in the morning while a neighbor watches David. Now, after getting a cavity filled, Joan and Lillian stop at the grocery store. She buys $15.83 worth of food and then they're home by 11am Just in time for the milkman and the mailman to drop by. Now, Joan greets them both, they both see her, and she seems to be in good spirits. There's no sign that anything is wrong or out of the ordinary that day. Now afterward, Joan makes lunch just like always, and then Lillian heads over to the neighbor's house to play. And that neighbor is a woman named Barbara Barker. And she has a son who's about Lillian's age. Now, while Lillian is gone, Joan puts her youngest two year old David, who she now has with her, down for a nap, meaning that from about 2pm until 4 or so, Joan isn't technically home alone, but she's the only adult in the house and the only person who's awake. Still, her neighbors see her coming and going over the course of this specific afternoon at around 2:15pm so not long after Lillian left to go to her friend's house, Joan steps outside and then walks into the garage and her neighbor Barbara sees her. She also notes that Joan is carrying something red, but she can't make out what it is. Her assumption is that it must be David, the two year old. He could have run outside dressed in a red outfit, and then Joan had to chase him, catch him and carry him back into the house. Now, I don't know if that's true or not, but later on, some other neighbors also see Joan mowing her lawn. Now this all sounds pretty typical and like nothing to worry about, not until just before 4pm that's when Lillian goes back home. She walks into the door, looks around the kitchen, and then runs back to Barbara's house. When Barbara asks, oh my gosh, Lillian, what's wrong? Why are you back Lillian answers. Mommy is gone, and the kitchen is covered in red paint. Now, Barbara heads right over to Joan's house, and as soon as she gets there, she realizes that Lillian was not exaggerating. It is just as bad as Barbara had feared. The kitchen is obviously covered not in red paint, but in blood. And it's everywhere. Puddled on the floor, splattered on the wall. Some of it is smeared, like someone maybe tried to wipe it up but then gave up. There's also a trail of blood from the kitchen up to David's room and back down again, as though at some point, while someone was bleeding, presumably Joan, she ran up the stairs to check on her son. Now, the good news is, don't worry. David is still safe and sound in his room. Whoever hurt Joan left the toddler alone. But here's where it gets really weird. There are no footprints anywhere in the house, meaning Joan and maybe whoever attacked her walked up the stairs into David's room and then back down the stairs into the kitchen without ever stepping in this blood. It almost seems impossible that this could happen on accident. It suggests that both Joan and anyone who was with her were walking around very cautiously. Yet you have to wonder why she'd do that if she was the one who was hurt and in some kind of emergency situation. Now, on top of that, the kitchen phone has been ripped off the wall with the cord yanked out of its socket, and the receiver is dangling off the edge of the trash can. It's not in the can.
