Transcript
Ashley Flowers (0:00)
Whispers in the dark. Phenomenon that slip past logic. Legends that refuse to die when the unknown stirs. Its trail leads to our podcast, so Supernatural. I'm Yvette Gentile. And I'm her sister Racha Pecorero. Together we explore all of the world's most bizarre mysteries. Listen to so Supernatural every Friday, wherever you get your podcasts. Our card this week is Kenneth Floyd, a wild card from Colorado. When Kenneth Floyd was found dead inside his apartment in Aurora, Colorado, detectives didn't have to guess which way the suspect went. A trail of blood led straight from Kenneth's door to the front of the building as if the killer had drawn them a map. And that trail of blood held one very important clue. Their suspect's DNA. The kind of evidence that's supposed to make this case solvable. And for a minute, it seemed like it might. That DNA led investigators right to one particular island in the Caribbean. They were this close to a breakthrough. There was just one problem, and I'm talking a big problem.
Lafondra Johnson (1:18)
Problem.
Ashley Flowers (1:19)
A volcanic eruption on the island had destroyed the very records they needed to track down their suspect. Literal lava was the only thing standing between investigators and justice for Kenneth. But that's where you come in. There's a chance that some of you listening right now have roots on this same island without even knowing it. And if you do, you may be able to help detectives finally find Kenneth's killer. I'm Ashley Flowers and this is the deck. It was mid March 1995, 6pm, when an apartment complex manager was about to do what I'd imagine is the worst part of being an apartment manager knocking on the door of a tenant who is being evicted. This manager's name was John and his tenant, 32 year old Kenneth Floyd, was supposed to be out by noon that day. He hadn't come by to turn in his key though, and John hadn't seen him leave. So now he had to climb the stairs to the third floor and be the bad guy. John knocked on the front door of apartment 303, but there was no sign of Kenneth, not even rustling or the sound of TV behind the door. John tried the handle, but it was locked. So he pulled out his master key and let himself in. And it was instantly clear why Kenneth Floyd had hadn't moved out. Kenneth, who everyone called Kenny, was lying on the living room floor surrounded by packed up boxes in a pool of his own blood. He was lying on his side in a fetal position with one gash to his neck visible above the collar of his bathrobe. His hands Were bloodied by what appeared to be defensive wounds. And there were cuts to the fabric of his robe as well. When john called police some 30 years ago, it wasn't detective jason McDonald who showed up on scene, but he has had to this his job now to interpret old reports and evidence in order to solve this mystery.
