The police tape was strung across the driveway with care, 

While the hope of finding a clue, even one,

Hung precariously in the air;

No one was nestled inside of their beds,

Because only dreadful visions that night,

Danced in any of the family’s heads;

The mama in question, one month from being due,

Well, no one could say exactly where she might have got to.

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Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the house,

The Modesto police were roaming, asking:

“But what’s with the spouse?”

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The story I’m telling you today isn’t based in Rhode Island, but in a small town called Fayetteville, located at the bottom of the borders of West Virginia. Our story takes place in 1945, that year of miracles and abominations both.

And in the town of little old Fayetteville, at the end of one of the most historic years on record, there was a family.

The Sodder family. 10 children in total, born to George and Jennie Sodder.

Except come Christmas Day 1945, there would only be five Sodder children left alive.

Or so they say.

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The month of December is always one filled with certain elements: preparation, anticipation, tidings of comfort and joy, and — no matter how old, jaded, or bah-humbug you might be any other month of the year — there’s always at least the tiniest bit of magic in the air.

Maybe that same sense of giddy anticipation is what coursed through Rachel Trlica, Renee Wilson, and Julie Moseley on the morning of December 23rd, 1974, just two days before Christmas.

Except those three girls never saw Christmas 1974. Those three girls were never seen again.

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The story I’m telling you this week reads more like...a movie straight out of Hollywood, destined for the box office.

Except this isn’t the feel-good, family-friendly movie it started out as. As it stands now, this is a story of deception, of disappearances, and — possibly — of murder.

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The role of law enforcement is one that’s been a forefront of national conversations this year. It’s been clear for years — decades — that that role is something that needs to change in monumental ways.

What’s also clear, when it comes to the role of the Lost Hills Sheriff Department, is that their role in Mitrice Richardson’s disappearance and subsequent death — that is also monumental. They have made it abundantly clear over the years that they will go to great lengths to keep hidden just how monumental a role law enforcement might have been in Mitrice’s death.

This is the story of Mitrice Richardson. Let’s get ready to get Dark As Hell.

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The story I’m telling you today is one that only became stranger and stranger, the more I dug into it. With each new factor or detail, I thought, okay, surely this will be the one that starts to clinch everything in this story together — but no.

Each new detail only drags you further into this story that simply...doesn’t make sense.

That phrase is something I found myself muttering out the side of my mouth as I frantically scribbled notes, and, on more than one occasion, out and out loudly stating: “This doesn’t make sense.”

Let me tell you how we THINK the mysterious death of Blair Adams came about in 1996, and why we still don’t have any clue to explain away the countless mysteries that surround it to this day.

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For four years, we’ve all waited. We’re still waiting just a little bit longer to release the breath it feels like we’ve been holding for those four years, but I know I at least can say I’m starting to breathe just a bit easier.

Raise a glass to this moment and this movement - I'll see you on the other side. 

If you listened all the way through last week's episode, you know that this week, I'm not telling you a typical story about a typical case. 

Instead, I'm telling you a story — a scary story, perhaps even the OG American horror story. 

I'm telling you a story about a place called Roanoke, about 115 souls, and the mystery surrounding one word: Croatoan. 

Let’s get ready to get — not only Dark as Hell — but let’s get a little bit spooky.

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The case I’m telling you about this week on Dark As Hell has been called “gruesome.”

Those who were present that night of December 6, 2014 have said — usually while crying or tearing up — they’d never seen anything like it.

The story of Jessica Chambers is one that is truly terrifying because, like so many people have remarked about it, what could have a 19-year-old girl done...in order for someone to purposely set her on fire?

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