Born in 1867, Samuel was the ninth child of parents, James and Eliza Hutton.  His parent had married on 11th February 1849 and Eliza had given birth to her first child, Jane, in January 1850.  In 1851, they welcomed John into the family but two years later and in 1853, Jane would sadly pass away.

Six more additions into the family would come between the years 1853 to 1866 - Andrew, Alice, Charles, William, Thomas and David before the arrival of Samuel in 1867.

As you can see, it was a relatively large family but one that appeared from the outside to be a well loved and respected family.

On the morning of Tuesday, 8th August, 1871 - Samuel, like many young children, had awoken and after having his breakfast, had played with other children of similar age.  He would spend a large portion of the day in and out of the house he had shared with his brothers and sisters.

However, at around 5pm, Samuel went into a house at Brookside which was owned by Elizabeth Scholes where his mother Eliza had visited and was baking a cake.

Laying down on the floor, he flung his legs around as if they didn’t belong to his body - something Elizabeth would go on to tell at the later inquest.

When laid down, Elizabeth said to Samuel, 'Sammy, if you fall asleep there I shall put you under the stairs, where the dog sleeps.'

Samuel, seemingly a little disgruntled, sat up and looked at Elizabeth and then his mother.

'Get up and go into the house and lay you down on the sofa,' said his mother, Eliza.

Samuel got himself up off the floor and did as his mother had asked.

Between six and seven o' clock, and when Eliza had returned home, Elizabeth visited the Hutton's house and noticed Samuel laying on the sofa and sleeping.  She then visited again around eight o'clock having gone on an errand, and Samuel was laying in the same place.

Samuel would go on to having a restless night, often waking in a sweat, shivering and seemingly in pain, and at two o' clock he had asked his mother for a drink of tea and a 'butty.'

Between half-past four and five o' clock in the morning, Elizabeth was woken by Eliza and asked if she would go and look on Samuel and offer any advice on how to ease his pain.

'Well, if we give him a little castor oil it would do him no harm.' she would tell Eliza.

After administering a teaspoonful of the oil, Eliza said to her husband James, 'Jimmy, you will have to go to Bury, as our Sammy is a deal worse.'  James put on his jacket and then went out to fetch Dr. Harris from nearby Bury.

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"Ta-ta. You won't see me again. Im going to shoot my wife and baby," - those were the last words spoken by 26-year old, Henry King on Friday 12th December 1958 to an acquaintance named Sheila Whipp at the Dun Horse Hotel in Blackburn.

Her reply to such a statement was simple enough, "don't be stupid."

King then handed her a small looking object that she initially believed to have been nothing more than a cigarette lighter.

The object was in fact a bundle of around twenty-five bullet cartridges.

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As the light of day slowly began to fade away, the darkness that quickly descended brought with it a freezing chill that had already frozen a large area of deep water which had been left dormant at the foot of a quarry named the Tim Bobbin delph.

Inside nearby houses, families where in full enjoyment of Christmas cheer, singing and dancing with some preparing themselves for their evening meals.  And at number 2 Park Lane, just on the outskirts of Burnley, this is exactly what was happening within the home owned by Thomas Tattersall.

But all the happiness and joyful scenes would soon come to a terrifying end as, just before 4.30pm on the 26th December 1887, the lives of one family would be forever changed in the most tragic of ways.

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When Blackburn Rovers went on to lift the Premier League title in dramatic circumstances on the 14th May 1995, it would be the culmination of 5 years' worth of investments by a local man named Jack Walker, a lifelong supporter who would eventually change the fortunes of one of the former founders of the football league.

Former Liverpool player and manager, Kenny Dalglish was appointed in October 1991, and as Rovers secured promotion to the FA Premier League at the end of the 1991-92 season as play-off winners, in 1992 they would make all the headlines by paying an English record fee of £3.5million for 22 year-old Southampton center forward, Alan Shearer.

But behind the scenes, talks had begun on transforming the stadium and bringing it more UpToDate and to compete with the so called 'big boys' of the Premier League.

The biggest stand at Ewood Park, and the home of Blackburn Rovers Football Club is named after its former owner, Jack Walker - who had sadly passed away in 2000.  It is just one of three stands that were built during the Ewood Park's ground redevelopment in the early part of the 1900s.

But it was during its construction, a sinister secret would be unearthed that would rock the entire town of Blackburn and bring to an end a ten-year search.

On July 19th 1994, a workman called John Griffiths had been busy digging a boundary trench where a row of terraced houses that had been demolished along Nuttall Street had once stood.  The morning had gone as normal, but he would soon be stopped in his tracks when the sight of a human head peered from under the rubble he was removing.

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Just after 10am on the morning of Tuesday, 9th June 1896, a young boy burst into the workshop of John Coates and his son Thomas, which was situated along the cobbled road of Bridge-street, Accrington and just behind the now forgotten, Brown Cow public inn.

In a frenzied state of mind, the boy shouted, 'Oh, Mrs. Coates is murdered!'

Not sure what was happening, Mr. Coates replied back, 'Nothing of the sort.'

However, the young boy raised one of his arms and to the horror of Mr. Coates, what looked like fresh splatters of blood splatters could be seen.

Alarmed, Mr. Coates and his son, Thomas, left his workshop and made their way back to their home which was only a few minutes away on nearby Warner Street.

Upon their arrival, Mr. Coates quickly made his way upstairs and to his horror, his wife, Sarah, although alive, looked to be in a very distressing state and lying on the bedroom floor, only yards from the door.   Upon closer inspection, it was clear she had suffered from a serious attack, with blood flowing freely from an open wound on her throat.  She tried desperately to speak, but the injuries to her throat were so severe, she could only utter a few groans.

Thomas, who had followed his father upstairs and upon seeing his mother in such a pitiful state, rushed downstairs to a neighbour named Mrs. Bradley, who in turn sent for Dr. Monaghan.

Meanwhile, the boy who had alerted Mr. Coates and his son, Thomas, to the attack on Sarah, had himself set off to find a doctor, and in no time at all, he had arrived at the surgery of Dr. Clayton.

"There's been a murder in Warner-street," he would scream upon entering the surgery.

As particulars of the affair began to leak out, the identity of the perpetrator remained absolutely unknown, but it would soon transpire that a boy named Christopher Hindle who was just 15 years of age and a carpenters apprentice for both Mr. and Mrs. Coates, would soon become the center of attention - and it was this very same young boy who had raised the alarm at Mr. Coates workshop only half-an-hour so earlier!

On the morning of Monday, November 10th 1890, 21-year old Elizabeth Holt had left her home in Dunscar to make her usual trek over to the school she was employed at in Belmont, which was roughly three miles away.  But this would be the last time she would ever make the journey, and a tragedy so brutal in nature would soon unravel which would shock the residents of Bolton and nearby towns and villages.

As head mistress at Belmont National School near to Bolton, 21-year old, Elizabeth made the routinely walk from her home at number 532 Darwen Road, Turton and head towards an unfrequented country road known as Longworth Lane, a walk that would take around fifteen to twenty minutes to complete.

From here, it would take at least another hour or so before she would have reached the school.

But not long into the walk, Elizabeth would encounter something so sinister, so horrible to even contemplate, it would go unknown for almost 5 days - until that is, when her body would be discovered buried underneath an overhanging crag and covered in dead leaves and ferns.

It was Elizabeth's practice to leave her home on a Monday morning and return on the Friday evening.  But it appears that the schoolmaster had assumed Elizabeth had been ill and she was not well enough to inform the school of her non-arrival.

Meanwhile, back at her home, her family thought nothing different and that Elizabeth had, as she had always done, arrived safely in Belmont and her place of work.

Four days past, and when Elizabeth failed to return home the following Friday, it was not until Saturday morning, 15th November, when Elizabeth's mother and sister became anxious about her absence.

Just after noon, a young friend of of Elizabeth's family had been sent over to Belmont on his bicycle to inquire about Elizabeth's whereabout's.  After quickly hearing that she had not been to school at all during the week, he rushed back to inform her mother and sister.

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When Moses Clayton's body was laid to rest on Saturday, 1st March 1919, it would close the book on one of Rossendale's most notorious villains.  A character that had once terrorised an entire district with his brutality and drunken carefree attitude would no longer pose a threat to the townsfolk of Accrington, Bacup, Haslingden and Rawtenstall, as well as other places such as Whitworth and Todmorden.

Born in 1857 to parents James and Susannah, Moses was just one of nine siblings, and he had spent much of his childhood and early teens living in and around Crawshawbooth, within an area known as Lower Booths.  In 1871, from the census records, we can see he was living at number 25 Holmes Terrace along with his father James, four brothers and three sisters.  His mother had sadly passed away in 1870 at the age of 44.

Interestingly, one of the earliest accounts of Moses getting into any form of trouble appeared in 1870, the same year as his mother's death.  The Manchester Courier and Lancashire General Advertiser ran a small story detailing how a young lad, just 13 years old, had been arrested and charged by Inspector Hargreaves at the Salford Police Court under the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.  Moses had been found working a horse that was in an unfit condition.  His employer, Mr. George Pullett, a coal dealer from Pendlebury,would eventually pay a fine of 40s.

Whilst this was obviously a serious charge, it would be nothing compared to what was to come.

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On Saturday, 22nd December 1866, the body of a young woman aged 18 years was recovered from a lodge adjacement to Holden Wood cotton mill, that was owned by Mr. James Maxwell and situated in a place known as Holden Wood, near Haslingden.

At around half-past one in the afternoon, John Holgate, a spinner employed at Maxwell's mill, whilst passing by his place of work, had noticed something bobbing about just above the water level in a lodge that was within yards of the mill.  Upon making his way over to the waters edge, it was then he saw the head of a young girl which was just above the water, with the remainder of her body submerged.

Already knowing the depth of the water in the lodge was quite deep, reportedly around nine feet, he knew that trying to recover the body himself was an almost impossible task, so Holgate left to fetch for another worker, who in turn went off to search for a policeman.

By the time a police officer had arrived, water from the nearby Holden Wood reservoir had been slowly filling the lodge, which in turn was by now submerging the victims head.

And yet despite a struggle, all three men succeeded in retrieving the body.

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Not since 1849 when Frederick and Maria Manning had been found guilty  of murder, had a married couple been sentenced to death by the justice  system.  But 85 years later, on the 17th October 1935, James Henry Mills  and his wife, Edith Mills would succumb to the very same fate after  being sentenced at the Lancaster Assizes for a murder so brutal and  ghoulish in nature, that what you are about to read and hear will ask  more questions than it will give answers.

On Sunday, June 30th 1935, little Helen Chester, who was just three  years old, had spent the early evening playing with other children near  to her home at number 22 John Bright-street, Blackburn.  But when she  failed to return home, her worried parents, Phyllis and Charles, after  searching for her themselves, informed the police and shortly after 8pm,  Helen was officially reported as being missing.

An intensive search was made in the surrounding district, both by the  police and by civilians.  Mill lodges, buildings and workshops were  searched but nothing was seen of Helen.   Canals and ditches were  dragged and a police presence was also made on the River Darwen.

The search for her would continue throughout the next day, but it  wouldnt be until Tuesday morning, just before 7.00 am, when a  breakthrough would be made.

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Ever since the death of her husband, Maurice, who had sadly passed away only two years prior in 1923;  82 year old Mary Ann O'Shea had lived alone at a place known as Tower Hill that was situated within the top end of a town called Haslingden, that lies within the boundaries of the Rossendale Valley.

Residing at number 11, Mary had lived in a pitifull and frightening condition.  Her house was extremely basic, having just two rooms of which one included the basement.

Dampness, filth and grime had made living conditions a nightmare, not just for Mary, but for all of the other residents living at Tower Hill.  And out of the 36 houses situated at Tower Hill, 16 of them had no real accomodation for food storage and a staggering 35 homes had no access for washing!

In fact, it was the basement that Mary would mainly use as she had suffered terribly from rheumatism and along with an ulcer on one of her legs, it had become too painful to walk up the stone steps to her other room.

From all accounts, Mary was a feeble old lady, often relying on the help of a single woman by the name of Margaret Flannagan, who would call on Mary to see how she was doing and if she needed any help.

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