Felon True Crime

In December of 2012, Michelle Reynolds and her friend Wayne Jones would find themselves in the sunny city of Coffs Harbour. Michelle and Wayne like many others who visit the city, were on a holiday to enjoy some downtime. But in a motel on the south side of town, their beachside getaway would soon turn in to a gruesome tragedy.

On the 13th June, 2014, just after 5am. Scott Collingwood on a morning walk, not far from his home, made a disturbing discovery.

At the base of an external set of stairs to a second floor apartment, lying on the ground was 25 year old, Michael Phillip Martin. Michael was bound at the hands and feet and blindfolded with gaffer tape, struggling to move and calling out for help. 

Scott quickly approached him and removed the tape. 

No longer bound there came an emotional plea from Michael... 'my Dad’s up there!  they got my dad! I think he’s dead' 

Australia. The Land Downunder. The Great Southern Land. World renowned for its pristine beaches. Red sands of the outback. Rolling mountain ranges. Tropical rainforests. Sun and surf. But if you dig below this shiny surface. Below its sunny, smiling exterior. You'll expose a murky history of violence, murder and organized crime. This is the Underland. The underbelly of the land down under. A new true crime series, from the creator of Felon True Crime. Coming soon.

On the 8th of September, 2013, at approximately 2.30am, Jean Redmond stirred from her sleep to the sound of shuffling coming from the room of her flat mate. As she listened closely, she could hear faint scratching, similar to the scratching of chalk on a board. This scratching was soon followed by a thump, then a mumbling which became what sounded like snoring except it was different from the usual sound of snoring that she was used to hearing. It seemed louder. Jean had previous woken up when her flatmate Morgan Huxley had entered his room around an hour earlier. She had assumed he had gone to sleep and she tried to do the same. But now this strange series of noises had stirred her.
After around 5 minutes the irregular snoring had not stopped. 

Jean got out of bed and made her way to the nearby room to investigate. The scene waiting for her only metres from where she had been sleeping would be horrific.