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Carter Roy
Hi listeners, it's Carter Roy. Before we get into today's episode of Murder True Crime Stories, I want to tell you about another show I think you'll Hidden History with Dr. Harini Bhatt. Every Monday, Dr. Bhatt goes where history gets mysterious. Vanished civilizations, doomsday prophecies, paranormal phenomena and events that science still can't fully explain. Dr. Bot treats these moments like open case files. Not myths, not superstition, just incomplete explanations waiting for a closer look. Hidden History drops every Monday. Follow now on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen, so you never miss a mystery. This his crime house. There's a saying in the legal profession, the evidence speaks for itself. You don't need a confession if the facts are strong enough. You don't need a witness if the science is clear. The truth is the truth, no matter how it comes to light. But in 1897, in a small West Virginia courtroom, the evidence came to light in a way that no one had ever seen before and hasn't seen since. After a young woman named Zona Heaster Shue was found dead in her Greenbrier county home, her mother, Mary Jane, prayed for answers. Despite what the doctor said, she knew Zona hadn't died of natural causes, and eventually she learned the truth from Zona herself. Mary Jane claimed that Zona's ghost appeared and described exactly how she'd been murdered. Most people wrote it off as grief, but local prosecutor John Preston thought the earthly evidence was suspicious enough to warrant a closer look. The trial that followed divided a community, made legal history, and left behind a question that's still debated more than a century later. Can the dead really speak? People's lives are like a story. There's a beginning, a middle, and an end, but you don't always know which part you're on. Sometimes the final chapter arrives far too soon, and we don't always get to know the real ending. I'm Carter Roy, and this is True Crime Stories, a Crime House original powered by Pave Studios. New episodes come out every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Thank you for being part of the Crime House community. Please rate, review and follow the show and for ad free access to every episode. Subscribe to Crime House plus on Apple Podcasts. This is the second of two episodes on the murder of Zona Heaster Shue, also known as the Greenbrier Ghost. Last time I told you about Zona and her whirlwind romance with Edward Shue, the charming blacksmith with a violent past, I explained how Zona was found dead at the bottom of a staircase and how Zona allegedly returned from the dead to name her killer. Today, I'll pick up where we left off. Zona's autopsy results confirmed her mother's worst fears, that Edward Shue was responsible for her daughter's death. But proving that in court would be an uphill battle, and the trial that followed would test the boundaries of what evidence a jury was willing to accept. All that and more coming. You know that moment in spring when you open your closet and you think, do I really need all this? I do. Lately I've been trying to keep fewer pieces, but ones that actually feel special and wear well every day. And that is why I keep coming back to Quints. Their linen pants and shirts are lightweight, breathable and comfortable. I literally have one on right now. The kind of pieces that make spring mornings effortless. And their Flit activewear. Oh soft moisture wicking anti odor. Honestly, I wanna live in it. The best part is the value. Quince works directly with ethical factories and cuts out the middlemen. So you're getting premium quality at prices 50 to 60% lower than similar brands. Everything is made to last and simplifies getting dressed. Refresh your wardrobe with quints. Go to quints.com crimehouse for free shipping and 365 day return. Now available in Canada too. Go to Q-U-I-N-C-E.com crimehouse for free shipping 365 day returns.
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On February 22, 1897, 31 days after Zona Heaster Shue was buried, her body was pulled from the earth. Prosecutor John Preston had ordered the exhumation after talking to Dr. Knapp, who'd admitted his original examination was short and incomplete. Preston wasn't a man who believed in ghosts, but the combination of Mary Jane's persistence, Edward's suspicious behavior, and the doctor's own doubts was enough to justify taking another look. The problem was logistics. Greenbrier didn't have a morgue. There was no proper medical facility in town where an autopsy could be performed. So Preston improvised. He arranged for the examination to take place in the local schoolhouse, the one that sat right next to the church where Zona was buried. When the children were let out of school that day, their classroom was converted into a makeshift morgue. Three doctors were assembled to perform the autopsy, and the community held its breath. When Edward Shue heard what was happening, he was furious, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. A prosecutor had ordered the exhumation, and the law was the law. So Edward did the only thing he could. He showed up. While the doctors worked inside the schoolhouse, Edward sat on the steps outside, just a few feet from Mary Jane. The two of them barely looked at each other, let alone spoke. A sheriff stood nearby, supervising both of them, ready to make an arrest if necessary. Edward passed the time by whittling a piece of wood, journalists hovering around him, asking for comments. According to one local newspaper, Edward said something remarkable. He told the reporters that he'd probably be in chains by the time the examination was through. But then he added, the police wouldn't be able to prove he was the killer. Whether he actually said that or it was just a sensational detail invented to sell papers is impossible to know for certain. But it captured something real about Edwards attitude throughout the entire ordeal. He seemed to genuinely believe that as long as there were no eyewitnesses, he was untouchable. He was about to find out how wrong he was. Inside the schoolhouse, the three doctors began their work. And even though Mary Jane was adamant that Zona's neck had been broken, based on what her daughter's ghost had told her, the doctors didn't start there. Instead, they began by examining the contents of Zona's stomach. Since she'd been sick in the weeks before her death, they suspected Edward might have been poisoning her. But the stomach examination didn't turn up anything definitive. Her internal organs appeared to be in working order. There was no clear sign of poisoning, so the doctors moved on. They turned their attention to Zona's spine, and it didn't take long for them to find what they were looking for. After hours of work, the doctors emerged from the schoolhouse and addressed the people waiting outside. Zona Heistershoe's neck had been broken between the first and second vertebrae. Her ligaments were torn. Her windpipe had been crushed. And most damning of all, there were clear fingerprints pressed into the skin of her throat. This was not heart disease. This was not an everlasting faint. This was murder. Someone had grabbed Zona by the neck with enough force to snap her spine, crush her airway and leave the impression of their hands on her skin. The scarf, the high collar. The way Edward had hovered over her body and prevented Dr. Knapp from examining her neck. The way he refused to let the women of the town prepare her for burial. All of it suddenly made terrible sense. Edward had been hiding the evidence of his crime since the moment Zona died. With the autopsy results in hand, the sheriff placed 35 year old Edward Hsu under arrest. Edward's reaction was almost eerie. He didn't panic. He didn't run. He didn't even seem particularly surprised. As the sheriff led him away, Edward seemed calm. Almost cheerful. By some accounts, he said what he'd been saying all along. They couldn't prove he was the one who who did it. And in a way, he had a point. The autopsy confirmed how Zona died, not who killed her. There were no eyewitnesses to the murder. There was no confession. The fingerprints on Zona's throat were visible. But fingerprint identification as a forensic science was still in its infancy. In 1897. It wouldn't become a standard investigative tool for several more years. All the prosecution had was circumstantial evidence. Edward's behavior, his history, his opportunity and his motive. It was a strong case, but it wasn't airtight. And Edward knew it. On the ride to the county jail, he seemed unbothered. He was betting that the prosecutor couldn't clear the highest bar in the justice system. Because in West Virginia in 1897, first degree murder was punishable by death. And if John Preston wanted to put a noose around Edward Shue's neck, he was going to have to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Edward was the one who'd wrapped his hands around Zona's neck. Preston didn't waste any time building his case. He had the autopsy results, the testimony from Dr. Knapp, and witnesses who could speak to Edward's controlling behavior at the wake. And of course, he had Mary Jane's ghost story. But Preston had made a firm decision early on. He was not going to bring up the ghost in court. As he put it talking about spirits on the stand would make the prosecution look ridiculous. He wanted to win this case on the facts, the autopsy, the witnesses, and Edwards damning pattern of behavior. The ghost was what had gotten him to look at the case in the first place, but it would not be part of his argument. Preston spent the next four months preparing. He lined up witnesses and organized his evidence. And most importantly, he mapped out a strategy to present Edward Shue not just as a suspect in Jonah's murder, but as a man whose entire adult life pointed toward violence. The trial was set for June 22, 1897, five months after Zona's death, and for the first time since his arrest, Edward Shue's confidence began to crack. After four months of being locked up, his swagger had faded. One newspaper even reported that he had threatened to die by suicide in his cell. But when the day finally came, he put on a brave face. His lawyers wished him good luck. As the proceedings began, he was going to need.
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Carter Roy
1897, the courthouse in Lewisburg, West Virginia was packed. People had come from all over Greenbrier county for the proceedings. A murder trial was exciting enough, but everyone in that courtroom knew there was something else lurking beneath the surface of this case, Something stranger than any of them had ever encountered in a court of law. They were all waiting to hear about the ghost. But first, prosecutor John Preston had a more conventional story to tell, and he opened with the life and times of Edward Shue. Preston paced the courtroom as he laid it out for the jury. Born in 1861, Edward was always the odd one out, the black sheep of his family. In adulthood, he was handsome and could be charming when it suited him. But underneath that charm ran a mean streak that had defined nearly every relationship he'd ever had. Preston told the jury about Edward's first wife, Este, how They'd married in 1885 when Edward was 24 and Este was around 17. They had had a child together. But then after that, the marriage quickly turned violent. Edward beat esti savagely, and so often that a gang of local men took matters into their own hands. They had dragged Edward to a frozen l lake, broken through the ice, and threw him in while they were singing hymns. It's meant to be a makeshift baptism to scare him onto a better path. It didn't work. Within a year, Edward had been jailed for stealing a horse, had served two years. When he got out, Este and his child were gone. Then Preston moved on to Edward's second wife, Lucy Tritt. They married in 1894. The marriage was brief. Not long after tying the knot, Edward was up on the roof repairing a chimney and had called down to Lucy asking for a glass of water. As she stepped out from under the roof to bring it to him, a brick fell down and hit her in the head. She died. The people of that community believed Edward had dropped the brick on purpose. So he was chased out of town. And that was how he ended up drifting through West Virginia until he landed in Greenbrier, where he met Zona Heaster. Preston paused, letting the weight of it settle over the courtroom. Then he made his point clear. Edward Shue had beaten one wife so badly that strangers intervened. His second wife had died under circumstances that her entire community considered suspicious. And now his third wife of barely three months was dead with a broken neck and fingerprints on her throat. This was not a man who deserved the benefit of the doubt. After Preston's opening, Edwards defense attorneys had their work cut out for them. They didn't just need to rehabilitate their client's character. They needed to convince the jury that someone else could have killed Zona. But up to this point, nobody had even tried to identify another suspect. There was simply no reason to believe anyone else had been in the house. Except there was one other person who'd been at the scene before the doctor arrived. 11 year old Andy Jones, the boy who'd found Zona's body. Andy was called to testify on the first day of the trial. He walked the jury through exactly what he'd seen that afternoon. The open door, the silence. Zona lying rigid at the bottom of the stairs with her eyes open and her skin ice cold. He described running to his mother and how Edward had reacted when he heard the news. It's possible the defense hoped Andy's testimony would invite suspicion. Maybe they thought the jury might wonder about the boy who'd been alone with the body before anyone else arrived. But if that was the strategy, it backfired immediately. Andy did well on the stand. He was clear, calm, and stuck to the facts. The jury believed every word. With no alternative suspects, the defense pivoted to character witnesses and they came prepared. Edward's lawyers had been rounded up, a small army of them ready to testify to his good standing in the community. One by one, the witnesses took the stand. The questions were mostly, who are you? How do you know Edward? What kind of man is he? Many of his neighbors described him as polite and reliable. Several praised his skill as a blacksmith. The picture they painted was of a hardworking, decent man who'd had some bad luck in life, but was doing his best. The testimony dragged on for hours, then days. The parade of character witnesses was relentless, and eventually even the judge started to lose patience. By the time the defense was halfway through their list, the courtroom was restless. People shifted in their seats. The jury's eyes glazed over. But the prosecution had character witnesses of their own, and they painted a very different portrait. Some described Edward as arrogant and cocky. Others said he'd been inappropriately cheerful after Zona's death. Not the behavior of a grieving husband, but of a man who'd gotten away with something. And several witnesses testified to something particularly chilling. They said Edward had a favorite joke, one he told often. Even before Zona died, he liked to say that his life's goal was to have seven wives and to bury each one of them. It was the kind of detail that cut through the monotony of the character testimony like a knife. The jury sat up. The courtroom murmured. Whether or not Edward meant it as a dark joke, the fact remained by the age of 35, he'd already buried two and come close To a third. After that, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally came. Mary Jane Heaster was called to the stand. The courtroom went still. Every eye was on her. This was the woman who claimed her dead daughter's ghost had appeared to her four nights in a row and described her own murder. And the story had spread through Greenbrier county like wildfire. And now, for the first time, Mary Jane was going to tell it under oath. At least that's what people were hoping for. But prosecutor John Preston had other plans. When he questioned Mary Jane, he didn't mention the ghost a single time. Not once. Instead, he kept the focus entirely on the evidence. He asked Mary Jane about Edward's behavior at the wake. How he'd hovered over the coffin. How he'd refused to let anyone near Zona's neck. How he'd insisted on dressing the body himself. He asked about the scarf, the high collar, the pillow propped against Zona's head. And he asked about the bed sheet, the one that came out of the wash, bright red and never turned white again. Mary Jane answered every question clearly and directly. But the courtroom was palpably disappointed. Where was the ghost? Where was the story that had brought half the county to this courthouse? Preston knew what he was doing. He'd built his case on evidence. He didn't want to give the defense a reason to discredit his star witness by making her sound delusional. But what happened next was something Preston hadn't counted on. When it was the defense's turn to cross examine Mary Jane, they made a calculated decision. One that would prove to be a catastrophic miscalculation. Edward's lawyers knew that Mary Jane's ghost story was circulating through the community. They also knew that legally, it was inadmissible as evidence against their client. A dream, a vision, a ghostly visitation. None of it would hold up in court. But if they were the ones to bring it up, the judge would allow it. And they were convinced that once Mary Jane started talking about ghosts, the jury would dismiss her as a grief stricken old woman grasping at the supernatural because she couldn't accept reality. So the defense attorney looked Mary Jane in the eye and asked her to tell the jury about her daughter's ghost. They probably expected her to hesitate, to backpedal, to downplay what she'd experienced, the way a sensible person might when confronted with the absurdity of claiming to have spoken with the dead. But they didn't know Mary Jane Heaster. She didn't flinch. She didn't stammer. She didn't Soften a single detail. Mary Jane told the courtroom everything. She described the cold that rolled through her bedroom, the figure in the doorway, translucent, glowing, unmistakably her daughter. She described Zona's blue dress, the sorrow in her eyes, and the moment her daughter turned her head all the way around to show that her neck had been broken. She told them what Zona said. That Edward had killed her, that he'd broken her neck. That they'd argued and he'd thrown her clothes into the snow. And when she went to retrieve them, he attacked her. Mary Jane recounted each of the four nights that Zona had visited her, each one more detailed than the last. And she delivered every word with the steady, unwavering conviction of a woman who knew exactly what she'd seen and wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. The defense tried to rattle her, and they peppered her with questions designed to trip her up, to expose inconsistencies, to make her seem confused or unreliable. They wanted the jury to see a hysterical woman, a grieving mother who'd lost touch with reality. But Mary Jane held firm. She answered every question calmly and completely. She never contradicted herself. She never backed down. And by the time she was finished speaking, the courtroom wasn't laughing. It wasn't skeptical. It was spellbound. The defense's strategy had completely backfired. Instead of discrediting Mary Jane, they'd given her a platform to deliver the most compelling testimony of the entire trial. Whether or not the jury believed in ghosts, they believed in her.
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Edward Shue's murder trial began on June 22, 1897. And after Mary Jane Heaster left the stand, the defense had one last card to play. Edward himself would testify. At the time, the defendant was the last one to take the stand. And even though things weren't looking good for him, Edward had always been a talker. Throughout his life, he had been able to charm his way into and out of just about anything. He'd talked his way into Zona's heart in three weeks. He talked his way into a new town every time the last one ran him out. And now he was going to try to talk his way out of a murder charge. There's no transcript of what Edwards said on the stand that day. Court records from the time are sparse, so most of what we know comes from newspaper accounts and local recollections. But the broad strokes are clear. Edward denied everything. He said he loved Zona. He said he had nothing to do with her death. He was emotional, passionate and insistent. But he also made some damaging admissions. He acknowledged his prior time in jail. And while he framed his past in the best possible light, the jury had already heard prosecutor John Preston's version. Edward's charm simply couldn't overcome the weight of his own history. Whatever he said on the stand, it didn't land the way he needed it to. His famous powers of persuasion, the ones that had carried him through decades of trouble, finally failed him. On July 11, 1897. The jury went to deliberate. It took them about an hour. Then the foreman stood and delivered the verdict. They found Edward Shue guilty of murder in the first degree. The courtroom erupted. For Mary Jane, it was a moment she'd been fighting for since the night her daughter's spirit first appeared in her bedroom doorway. For the people of Greenbrier county, it was confirmation of what many had suspected since the day Zona died. But the verdict came with a caveat. Ten of the 12 jurors had wanted the death penalty. In West Virginia in 1897, first degree murder was a hanging offense. And the majority of the jury believed Edward Shue deserved a swing for what he'd done. But the other two wouldn't budge. And since the decision had to be unanimous, the jury settled on a compromise life in prison. Edward was hauled through the streets of Lewisburg in chains. It was over. Or at least it should have been. But not everyone in Greenbrier county was satisfied with the Sentence. Life in prison felt like a mercy that Edward Shue hadn't earned. He'd beaten one wife, likely killed another, and snapped the neck of a third. And a lot of people wanted him to die for what he'd done. Soon after the trial ended, a mob of about 30 men gathered in the streets. They were armed with revolvers, torches, and rope. Their intention was clear. They were marching to the county jail to lynch Edward Shue. When the sheriff got word of what was happening, he and a deputy raced to the jail ahead of the crowd, and the deputy managed to get Edward out of his cell and hidden away before the mob arrived. When the men reached the jail and discovered Edward was gone, the they were furious. 30 armed, angry farmers stood face to face with the sheriff, who was essentially alone. The sheriff drew his gun and pointed it at the nearest man in the crowd. He was ready to fire. But then he recognized the face in front of him. It was one of his own neighbors. He couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger, so he holstered his weapon and did something that took a different kind of courage. He gave a speech right there in the middle of the night with a mob that was out for blood. The sheriff talked them down. He appealed to their sense of justice, to the law, to the verdict that had already been delivered. Edward Chu had been found guilty. He would spend the rest of his life behind bars. That was the system working. One by one, the men lowered their weapons. The mob dispersed, and four people were later indicted for the attempted lynching. But no lives were lost. That night, Edward Hsu was transferred to the state penitentiary in Moundsville, West Virginia. He was 36 years old. Since he was given a life sentence, he would never see the outside world again. As it turned out, the rest of his life wasn't very long. On March 13, 1900, less than three years into his sentence, Edward Shue died in prison from an unspecified disease. He was buried in an unmarked grave on the prison grounds. He was 38 years old. He'd been married three times. Two of his wives were dead, and he never confessed to killing either of them. In the years after the trial, Mary Jane Heaster stuck to her story. She never wavered, never recanted, never softened a single detail for the rest of her life. She maintained that her daughter's ghost had visited her on four consecutive nights and told her exactly how she'd been murdered. Not everyone believed her. Some of her neighbors thought she'd simply been a smart mother who knew how to work the system, that she'd used the Ghost story as a tool to force the prosecutor to take a closer look at a case that had been prematurely closed. Others thought she was sincere but deluded. A grieving woman whose mind had given her the answers she desperately needed. Whether or not Zona's ghost really appeared in that bedroom, Mary Jane's account led directly to the exhumation and autopsy of her daughter's body. Without Mary Jane's persistence, ghost or no ghost, Dr. Knapp's cursory examination would have been the end of things. The cause of death would have remained heart disease, and Edward Shue would have walked free. The ghost story was what got the prosecutor's attention. But it was the autopsy that proved the murder. And it was Mary Jane's unshakable testimony on the stand that helped the jury reach a guilty verdict in about an hour. In the end, it didn't matter whether the jury believed in ghosts. They believed the evidence. And the evidence was only there because of a mother who refused to let her daughter's death go unanswered. The case of the Greenbrier Ghost has endured for more than 125 years. It's widely cited as the only known case in American legal history where testimony about a gun ghost contributed to a murder conviction. The story has inspired stage plays, books, and musical adaptations. The Greenbrier Valley Theater has produced both a play called Zona and a musical called the Greenbrier Ghost, cementing the case as one of the region's most enduring legends. Historian Katie Letcher Lyle wrote a detailed account of the trial and its aftermath in the man who Wanted Seven Wives. She drew on court records, newspaper accounts, and interviews to bring the story to a modern audience. And in Greenbrier county itself, the story is woven into the fabric of the community. There is a historical marker along Route 60 in Sam Black Church, West Virginia, commemorating the case. It reads in part that the ghost of Zona Heaster Shue appeared to her mother to describe how she was killed by her husband, Edward. It's pretty amazing. A state sanctioned historical marker that treats a ghost's testimony as a matter of public record. At the end of the day, the Greenbrier Ghost is a story about what happens when the system fails and what it takes to make it work again. Zona Heister Shue was a young woman who married the wrong man. She was killed in her own home, and the people who were supposed to protect her failed. If it weren't for Mary Jane, Zona's murder would have been written off as heart disease. Her killer would have moved on to the next town, the next wife, and the next grave. Mary Jane Heaster didn't let that happen. She fought for her daughter with every tool she had, including one that most people would consider impossible. And whether Zona's ghost actually visited her mother in January of 1897, one thing is certain. Someone spoke for Zona when she could no longer speak for herself. And because of that, a killer was brought to justice in his cell. Edward Shue reportedly told his fellow inmates he wanted to have seven wives in his lifetime. He was only made it to three. And the third one, the one he thought he'd silenced forever, turned out to have the final word. Thanks so much for listening. I'm Carter Roy and this is True Crime Stories. Come back next time for the story of another murder and all the people it affected. True Crime Stories is a Crime House original powered by Pave Studios. Here at Crime House, we want to thank each and every one of you for your support. If you like what you heard today, reach out on Social MediaMeHouse, on TikTok and Instagram. 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