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One morning In September of 2016, a person sat in their home in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, holding a business card. And like always, just the sight of it made their stomach twist into knots. This card had been given to them years ago by a detective, and it was worn and faded from all the time. The person had turned it over in their hands, agonizing over what to do with it. This detective had been looking for leads in a murder case, and at the time, this person now holding the card, said they had nothing to share. But that was actually a lie. They did have information about that murder and they had kept it a secret for years. And now, over two decades later, they'd finally decided to tell the truth. But they were scared because they knew when they did this, nothing would ever be the same. But before we get into that story, if you're a fan of the strange, dark and mysterious delivered in story format, then you've come to the Wright Podcast because that's all we do. And we upload twice a week, once on Monday and once on Thursday. So if that's of interest to you, please buy the follow button a really nice candle as a gift. But don't tell them you've replaced the wick with a firecracker. Okay, let's get into today's story.
B (1:32)
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A (1:34)
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Morning hours of April 19, 1991, 35 year old Joy Hibbs lay in her bed in suburban Pennsylvania. She just opened her eyes when her 36 year old husband Charlie hurried into their bedroom looking totally stressed out. In his hands was their new puppy, Major, who was squirming in his arms. Joy was surprised that Charlie was already awake, but he quickly explained to her that he had to go into work early today he worked for a property management company, which was a career that allowed him to work with his hands and allowed him to not sit in an office all day, which was perfect for him because Charlie hated wearing anything but jeans and a flannel. But as Charlie passed the puppy to Joy, he. He told her he'd just cleaned up. Another accident Major had had on the carpet. And hearing that made Joy tense up most of the time. She and Charlie had an amazing marriage. They were high school sweethearts raising two teenagers, and they had just celebrated their 18 year wedding anniversary a few days ago. But Charlie's one flaw was that he had a bad temper. And so Joy was always trying to play peacekeeper. And she knew that little things like Major making a mess could totally set Charlie off. So she quickly changed the subject and asked Charlie to bring the kids in to play with the puppy before he left. Then she pulled him in for a kiss, letting his big beard tickle her face. Overall though, you know, despite Charlie's bad temper, their marriage was a happy one. They were both a little bit out of place in their nice suburban community. They loved playing loud music and riding around on Charlie's motorcycle and smoking weed. And so it had always sort of felt like it was them against the world. And now, to Joy's relief, Charlie lightened up. He kissed her back and then left the room. And then moments later, he returned, but with their 12 year old son, David, and he sort of tossed him into the bed. They all hung out with Major for a bit before their groggy 16 year old daughter Angie came in and joined them. At which point Charlie left for work. A little over an hour later, Joyce stood on her front steps with her second cup of coffee, watching the kid's bus pull away from the curb. Before she went back inside, she waved to one of her neighbors who was out watering their lawn next door. Joy was close with everybody on Spencer Drive, literally. Croydon Akers, Pennsylvania, where they lived was just outside of Philadelphia, and it was classic American suburbia with its neat manicured lawns and houses that were only about 12ft apart. So everybody sort of kept an eye out for each other. And that sense of sort of having each other's back on this street felt more important now than it ever had. Because recently Joy had begun to worry that Croydon Akers was sort of going downhill. The Hibbs had lived there about seven years, and up until recently, they had never had a problem with safety. But in the last two months, their house had been vandalized multiple times. A brick was thrown through their window, someone slashed her car tires, and their back door was kicked in. It was unnerving, but she and Charlie had a theory about who it their daughter Angie's friends. Her daughter was close with a lot of kids in the neighborhood, and they were a sort of rambunctious and wild group. Angie insisted she didn't know anything about the vandalism, but Joy still wondered if maybe some high school drama had gotten out of hand. Joy went back inside to get changed and to have another cup of coffee before she headed out for the day. She worked as a medical assistant at a doctor's office, and on Fridays they didn't open until 2pm, so she usually had the whole morning to run errands. But her son David had a half day today, which meant he'd be home early, so she needed to go get everything done sooner than normal so she could be home when he got back. After getting dressed and ready, Joy would spend the next few hours running around town, depositing her and Charlie's paychecks at the bank and then also grocery shopping. At around 11am Joseph, she went home to take Major out for a walk. After she got back from that, she threw some laundry in, then sat on the couch and rolled a joint. This batch of weed was really good, way better than the one she had gotten a few weeks ago. That bag had been from one of their former neighbors, a man named Robert Atkins, and it had been full of stems and seeds with basically no marijuana at all. It was so bad, Joy had actually called Robert to ask for a refund, which really pissed him off. He'd actually begun screaming at her, which, you know, she should have expected because she was friends with Robert's wife, April, and through that relationship she knew Robert was a really angry guy. The Atkins used to live two doors down, that is, until the bank foreclosed on their home. Now they were living about 15 minutes away. Now, Joy had not told her husband Charlie about the fight she'd gotten into over this bag of weed. She knew he would be furious if he heard Robert had yelled at her, so she didn't want to start a war between their families. Just then there was a loud knock on her front door, which made Joy immediately sit up because she was not expecting anyone. And when she went to look out the window, she saw the last person she wanted to see while smoking pot. A reverend. She had no idea why he was there, but she ran to the bathroom to throw her joint in the toilet, then waved a hand through the air to try to get rid of the smell before opening up the door. Moments later, Joy was sitting on her couch with Reverend Fury Orlando and another member of the Bensalem Baptist Church. Joy had gone there with a co worker three weeks ago on Easter, and she'd completely forgotten that. She told the church she was interested in joining, but that was why the men were here now, to follow up and see if she had any questions. The reverend spent the first few minutes of his visit just telling Joy about the congregation and the worship style. But then he surprised Joy by asking if she was sure she would go to heaven when she died. And this question gave Joy pause. Now, of course, she'd considered what might happen after she died, and she did believe in heaven. But the reverend asked if she was sure she would get in, and honestly, she was not sure. Now, she was generally a happy and kind person and tried to be good to people, but recently she'd begun to wonder if maybe she was missing some deeper spiritual meaning in her life. Reverend Orlando seemed to sense her stress and just took her hand and said they should pray. So the reverend, Joy and the other congregation member bowed their heads as the reverend said a prayer. And while he did this, Joy found herself crying tears of relief. It was like somehow his prayer had made that sudden, unexpected wave of anxiety. When she thought about whether she'd get into heaven, it just completely disappeared. She felt completely at peace. Joy walked the two men out of her home at 11.50am and told them she would see them in church on Sunday. She waved as they drove away. Then she went back inside and closed the door. Then she would spend the next half hour or so folding some clothes. And then she went to David's room to put some of it away. And as she did this, she heard the back door open and thought it must be her son David. However, the footsteps that stomped through the house were definitely not her son's. They were heavy and forceful, and they were headed right towards her. About a half an hour later, around 1pm Joy's son David got off his school bus in front of his house. And the first thing he saw once he got off was his mother's car in the driveway, which made him smile. It meant she had not left for work yet so he could tell her the news. He just got his report card and he made the honor roll. And so David hustled towards the back door. But as he passed by the kitchen window, he suddenly froze. There was smoke pouring out of it, and it took him a second to process it. His house was on fire. He gasped and ran to the back door. And when he opened it, a ton of smoke and flame shot out and so did Major the puppy. It ran straight from the house and out into the yard. In a blind panic, David yelled out for his mom, but he didn't hear anything back. All he could see was this wall of smoke and flames and he knew he could not go in there safely and so he turned and began running towards his neighbor's house, screaming for help. Ten minutes later, a firefighter ran towards the burning home on Spencer Drive with a team of firemen and their gear. He knew they needed to act fast. He had been told there could be someone still inside and so paramedics were already at the scene and on standby in case there was. The team charged into the burning kitchen and doused the room with water. At the same time, the lead firefighter called out repeatedly to see if anybody was there, but there was no answer. As they continued to put out the flames, the lead firefighter saw why this accident likely happened in the first place. Someone clearly left all the stove burners on. The firefighter turned them off and after the kitchen fire was out, they entered the hallway to extinguish the flames there too. Finally, they reached the last part of the house that was also on fire, which was a bedroom. They hosed down the flames and as the smoke cleared, the firefighters noticed there was a long charred shape on top of what used to be a bed. One of the firefighters realized what they were looking at, at which point he turned and left the burning building to go speak to the chief. They had just found a fatality. Foreign.
