Murder With My Husband - 165. The Vampire of Sacramento

Episode Date: May 22, 2023

Trigger Warning: This case includes graphic detail of mutilation. https://linktr.ee/murderwithmyhusband On this episode, Payton and Garrett discuss the serial killer of Sacramento and the brutal slayings he committed. Case Sources: Vampire: The Richard Chase Murders (2015, WildBlue Press), by Kevin Sullivan A Thirst for Blood: The True Story of California's Vampire Killer (2017, Open Road Media), by Lt. Ray Biondi and Walt Hecox en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Chase murderpedia.org/male.C/c/chase-richard.htm Newspapers.com sources: www.newspapers.com/image/620936305 www.newspapers.com/image/62863856 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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So we actually received some more Dear Daisy submissions after talking about it on last week's podcast. So I'm super excited for those. Another episode of Dear Daisy submissions after talking about it on last week's podcast. So I'm super excited for those. Another episode of Dear Daisy's stories, those are stories written in by listeners is coming this week. So stay tuned. I'm going to jump into my 10 seconds myself this week. I'm a little upset because there is currently a leak in our water heater on our water heater, whatever you want to call it.

So I'm just dealing with that. It's fine. It's okay. I'm not bothered at all. currently a leak in our water heater on our water heater, whatever you want to call it. So I'm just dealing with that. It's fine, it's okay, I'm not bothered at all. We just had it replaced five months ago because it was leaking. I was like, great, don't have to do this for another X amount of years. Boom, new one that they just replaced is leaking. I mean, I'm sure they're going to come out

and fix it for free because they just replaced it like six months ago. But yeah, we still have no hot water for a couple days. So we'll see what happens. It took a cold shower this morning, painting it too. Using my catch products. You're so stupid. So yeah, cold shower, water heaters broke in. I wish I could just fix it myself. You know, like I wish I could just fix it myself. You know, like I wish I knew how to fix it. I, you should try being handyman.

I would not make it very far. You would watch. I can do basic stuff, but that water heater, it's like leaking everywhere. There's just water coming out all over the place. That reminds me, one time when Gary and I were very first married, our garbage disposal broke. Oh yeah, yeah.

And he was trying to fix it and he was under there and it kept leaking water on him. And so he went and got his swimming goggles. Oh, do you have a picture of that? I might be able to find it. Okay. And he was using his swimming goggles to work on the garbage. I didn't have any tools yet. It was still a new, but I just didn't. I wasn't ready for life at that point. I was like 22. It was so fun. And he worked on that garbage disposal for two days. I got it though.

I finally took it out. Now I can do a garbage disposal in like 15 minutes. Yeah, you are fast. It just, that was horrible. So now water heaters, again, I'm saying it again, broken. I'm just mad. But I'll be okay. If anyone ever needs their garbage disposal or sink replace, I got you.

I can do it. Alright, let's get into today's case. Starting with our episode sources, we have a thirst for blood, the true story of California's vampire killer, the Richard Chase murders, Wikipedia pdf newspapers.com. Okay, so I think it would be irresponsible of me not to preface today's story with a trigger warning. This is true crime at its darkest and most grotesque. I debated whether or not this was even too much for our podcast. This story contains gory and disturbing details of grisly acts of mutilation and abuse of dead bodies that isn't for the faint of heart. So I just

wanted to preface that. I might leave. Okay, you can't. There's a good chance. All of for everyone out there, there has been, there's probably been two cases that I've left in the middle of. Yeah. You probably didn't notice because we just pay in the camera to pay in and how to finish, but there has been two. We'll see if I get through this one. So in criminal profiling, it's generally thought that serial killers fall into one of two categories. Organized offenders and disorganized offenders.

Organized offenders are methodical, meticulous, careful and controlled. They plan their crimes well. Disorganized offenders, on the other hand, are messy and impulsive. Their crimes are often crimes of opportunity with little to no planning. And they're more likely to get caught because they don't exercise the same degree of caution and self-preservation as the organized offender. So if organized offenders are like patient spiders, disorganized offenders are like rabid dogs.

And today's story, the story of the vampire of Sacramento is about one such disorganized offender. So the FBI once estimated that there are between 30 and 40 serial killers operating across the United States at any given time. And I think in the 1970s and 80s, that number may have been much, much higher. Because Sacramento at that time seemed to be like some kind of mecca for serial killers. There was the Golden State Killer who was active in Sacramento from 1976 to 1979. Gerald and Charlene Gallagher, the serial killing couple. Roger Kibby, the I-5 Strangler, who I covered on our sister podcast, Bench.

The Speed Freak Killers. Lauren Herzog and Wesley Sherman Time, Dorothy Penta, the so-called Death House Land Lady. I mean, California is the most populous state in the country, so I guess it makes sense. It's the state that spawned, the most serial killers, and that its capital has been home to a disturbing concentration of them, but our case today takes place on December 29th, 1977. Ambrose Griffin was an engineer with the Bureau of Land Management. He lived in the Arden Arcade area of Sacramento, which is the largest single residential area in the county. He, his wife Carol and their daughter-in-lawGill were returning from the grocery store that night. It was around 8.30 pm.

Ambrose handed his wife the keys and she unlocked the trunk, grabbing a bag of groceries. Ambrose then took two bags while Gill held open the front door. They set the bags down on the kitchen counter and Ambrose returned to the driveway for the final bag. Now while Ambrose was outside, his family heard the engine of a car nearing driving past slowing down, and suddenly there were two loud pops that sounded like a car backfiring, and then the engine wind as the car sped away. Carol peaked outside and saw her husband fall to the ground, and she thought he was having a heart attack.

I've been shot though, he told her very weekly as he lay on the ground dying. But Carol still believed he was having a heart attack. Like, despite the loud pops in spite of her husband telling her he'd been shot, it was just so outside the realm of what anyone expected would happen so she couldn't wrap her head around it So it wasn't until the ambulance came and lifted him off the ground that everyone saw the blood on Ambrose's shirt And it became obvious to everyone that yes indeed he had been shot Ambrose was whisked away to American River Hospital where his blood pressure on arrival was 40 over zero This is not a good sign.

Ambrose had already lost a lot of blood. And despite a transfusion and the best efforts of the emergency room crew, within 40 minutes of his arrival at the hospital, Ambrose Griffin, 51-year-old veteran of the Second World War, husband and father was pronounced dead. Jeez. The fatal bullet had struck him in the chest and penetrated his diaphragm and lung and resulted in too much blood loss to have been survivable.

So just to clarify, it was just a drive-by, correct? That's what it seems like, because it was so fast, right? But the other bullet, members she heard two pops, it was later learned had actually missed Ambrose and had struck a tree right beside him. So he'd actually only been shot once and died, which is crazy because sometimes in these cases, victims are shot six, seven times and live. Look at the draw. So investigators were totally baffled by this crime. There was no apparent motive. Ambrose had no enemies that anybody could think of. It seemed to be a random drive by shooting, like Garrett said. And this

was one of the safer neighborhoods in this part of Sacramento. But when police began canvassing the neighborhood, which is something they do after a major crime like this, they go door to door to find out if anyone had seen anything suspicious. When police were doing this neighborhood canvas, they discovered that this wasn't the first shooting in this relatively quiet sub-development in recent weeks. There was this couple who lived a couple of doors down from the Griffins, who told police that exactly one week earlier, the husband had been taking out the garbage when he heard what sounded like a gunshot, and then he saw a light-colored car fly past his house. But he couldn't say what kind of car it was,

or even what color it was. He didn't see anything clearly, he said, because he didn't have his glasses on at the time. So keep in mind, those of you who wear glasses, next time you take your trash out, do put them on. You don't want to be like Velma, it's good to do. I mean, it sounds like if this is the second drive by shooting within two weeks, it must not be that safe of an area. Right. Or just a coincidence. I don't know. Well, I think it just goes to show that there's obviously something happening in this area. So the couple that lived three doors down and heard the gunshot the week before, they reported hearing those gunshots. It was actually Christmas day. So the couple that lived three doors down and heard the gunshot the week before, they reported hearing those gunshots. It was actually Christmas day. And the gunshots sounded like

they were coming from the direction of a creek nearby. So Sacramento has creeks running all throughout it. Those of you who are familiar with the Golden State Killer Case know that when the GSK was active in Sacramento, which was at the time this story takes place, he often traveled those creek beds when they were dry so he could move around unseen. Now, it wasn't all that unusual to hear gunshots coming from the creek area in the neighborhood because that's where people would often go plinking. Do you know what plinking is? Plinking PLI or plinking as in PLA.

Okay, PLI. We're in the 70s. I don't think plinking was a thing yet. I have no idea what plinking is. It's when people do casual target shooting at like aluminum cans or bottles. Oh, it's called plinking. Yeah. So people would go plinking in the creek. And in this part of Sacramento, people would fire their guns in the creek bed. Like, this was the safe place to do it. It wasn't illegal at the time and it was rarely reported to police because the police wouldn't generally do anything. So that would explain why these

incidents were just now coming to the attention of law enforcement. This guy in this neighborhood hearing gunshots. It didn't take till someone was actually shot in the area for him to say, well, I did hear gunshots a week earlier. Police learned in their canvas about other recent incidents of porch lights and windshills being shot out in the area, basically vandalism, because of this one theory police developed early on was that the killing of Ambrose Griffin was unintentional, and that the bullets were what they termed wild shots from a quote, roving car of vandals.

Like maybe this car was just trying to shoot out more porch lights and hit Ambrose. But there had been a report filed just two days before the Ambrose Griffon murder, a report that went overlooked until a week and a half after the killing. It was on December 27th that a woman named Dorothy Polinsky had been doing her dishes when she suddenly heard an ear piercing pop. At the same time, her kitchen window broke and she felt something hot passed through her hair, which she was wearing up in a bun that was rested on top of her head. She was certain it was a bullet, but when police responded and looked around her house,

no bullet was found at the scene. Can you imagine a bullet just flying through your hair? No, and then police show up and go, no, we can't find any, so we're gonna conclude our investigation. No, we're the chance of that. Right? So random shooting, no injuries is what the report read.

But now it seemed potentially significant, especially because the Polinsky home was just four blocks away in the same neighborhood as the Griffin house. So the detectives investigating Ambrose Griffin's murder showed up at Dorothy's doorstep and asked if they could take a look around her kitchen. She let the detectives in, and after half an hour of inspecting every square inch of the woman's kitchen, they opened a cupboard and found a 22 caliber slug lodged in one of the shelves. So I mean Dorothy felt this bullet pass through her hair. The detectives carefully carved that bullet out of the shelf and sent it to the ballistic expert who concluded that the bullet fired at Dorothy Polinsky came from the same gun that murdered Ambrose Griffin.

So this was scary because it seemed they had a random shooter on the prowl and they had no idea where he might strike next. Nearly a month passed without a single viable lead. But then it was on the morning of January 23rd, 1978, this story took a turn so gruesome. There's no way to report on this without making your stomach churn. So fair warning. Teresa Wallen was a 22-year-old woman who lived about a mile and a half from where Ambrose Griffin was murdered. So not right around the corner but still in the Fallen was a 22-year-old woman who lived about a mile and a half from where Ambro Skryphon was murdered.

So not right around the corner, but still in the same general area. Teresa had been married for about three years, and she was three months pregnant with what would be her first child. Teresa was a state employee, but that Monday she had the day off, while her husband David, who worked as a truck driver, was driving to Lake Tahoe that day, leaving her alone in the house. That morning, Theresa needed to cash a check, so she walked to the corner market, which was right behind her house, literally. She only had to walk through her own backyard and then she was at the pantry market.

The market employees knew Theresa because she was a regular customer there and they saw her come and then go at around 10.30 that morning. They were the last people to see her alive. That evening, David Walling clocked out of work at around 5pm and was joined for drinks by his trainee. They drank some beer at a local bar around the corner from his house and after splitting two pictures, they parted ways. David drove the short distance home to find the house dark. He opened the door, switched on the porch light to light his way into the darkened house. Inside he could hear the stereo playing, which was odd. Odd that- Oh, how creepy is that?

Yeah, if his wife was home, the lights would be out, yet the stereo would be on. Where some people's minds would go first here is that maybe their spouse is in the bedroom with someone else. And I'm not saying that's what David first suspected, but whatever was on his mind is surely changed as soon as he saw the bag of spilled garbage that was strewn about the house. He called out for Teresa, but he didn't get a response from her. Time out real quick. Would you keep going to look for me? Or would you call 911 and stop there? I'd keep going. You would? Yeah, because like even if the house looked trashed. What if they were in the house? I don't know. I think my immediate thing would just be to make sure you're okay. Yeah, me too. I don't believe it. No, really, I would keep going because I think in the moment, I'd be like...

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He was shocked by the horror of what he saw. Her eyes were wide open, her tongue was hanging out. There was a large gaping hole in her stomach. What? Yes, I'm not going to go into too much more detail, but her whole body had been messed with. That's so scarring, yes, traumatizing. David began screaming. He staggered into the kitchen where with trembling hands, he dialed his brother and father, who came right over. David ran outside of the house to his next door neighbor's house where, barely intelligible, he managed to explain that his wife was dead and he needed help. They phoned the Sacramento County Sheriff's Office. When Lieutenant Ray Beyondy arrived at the

house, he noticed there were no primarks on any of the exterior doors, so either the killer had gained entry through an unlocked door or the victim let him in. Inside the master bedroom Teresa was lying on her back. It looked like she may have been sexually assaulted based on her clothing and the way she was posed. Her whole torso had been cut open from her sternum down to her hips. Her pancreas had been cut in half. Her spleen was removed completely. Her stomach and liver were cut. Her intestines were yanked halfway out of her abdomen. Her left lung had been cut in half and her kidneys were cut out. One of them placed into her chest cavity. So,

it's almost as if this person was doing like, an animal. Yes, a science experiment. Absolutely. An animal. So this is more brutal than what even Jack the Ripper did to his final known victim, Mary Kelly. If there was any mercy shown to this poor woman,

it's that she was killed quickly by a gun shot wound to her left temple before any of these things were done to her. I want to say that's good, but that's not good. Yeah. Next to her body, investigators noted ring-shaped blood stains on the floor. It looked like something like a bucket had been placed in those spots and then removed from the scene. They also found an empty yogurt container with blood inside of it. This was a crime scene more horrific than any of these hardened seasoned detectives

had ever seen. And little did they know, the worst was still yet to come. I can't even imagine how, you know, these crime scenes just continue to get worse for these detectives. But we're going to continue on, we will power through this. So because the family's German shepherd had been inside the house during the murder, some of the investigators believe the killer must have been known to the victim while others like Lieutenant Beyondy wasn't sold on this

theory. It was a confusing crime scene from an investigative standpoint. Robbery did not appear to be emotive. Nothing of value had been taken. Expensive jewelry Teresa was wearing had been left on her body by her killer. Two rifles inside the bedroom where the murder took place were left undisturbed. And the water bed was also intact. If the killer were concerned about leaving evidence behind, he could have easily just punctured the water bed, letting it flood the floor, washing away potentially valuable evidence.

But he didn't do that. This was a messy, sloppy crime scene. And the first real suspect that was put forth was in fact an ex-girlfriend of Teresa's husband, a woman who was devastated when David married Teresa. And when she attended their wedding, she followed David around the reception hall, telling him how much she loved him. She wouldn't leave him alone. I'm gonna, and I don't want this to come off sexist or anything, but I just feel like there's

no way I'd woman did this to another. Yeah. I mean, as a possible, 100%. Right. But I just feel is it likely instinctively, as possible, 100%. Right. But I just feel, is it likely? Instinctively, my gut says, a man. Like, I don't know what I'm saying. Well, and I also think like, although, you know,

they're probably saying, who would want to hurt Theresa and everyone goes, oh, the girl who was acting super weird at their wedding and was stalking David and a customer. It's like, it's not just hurt her. Right. It's like completely ripped her apart in a very like out of control, man. There's no way this girl that yeah. Yeah. So this behavior did seem slightly deranged at the wedding.

It was one of David's sisters who suggested police look into her because the woman also had told the sisters she had psychic powers, could see into the future and was in a devil cult. However, the sex girlfriend was quickly eliminated when she provided a solid alibi which police vetted. The family still remained convinced that Teresa was murdered by someone she knew. During their investigation, detectives gathered information from David about the last few days of Teresa's life. And the... Ordinary-ness of them.

How normal. Her last 72 hours on Earth War stood in eerie contrast with the unparalleled other worldly gruesomeness of her death. They'd gone to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. They'd played cards with friends. They went bowling and had breakfast with David's family Nothing in any of these activities surrounded a single clue as to who may have killed Theresa It's got to be someone they don't know because I just feel like someone you know doesn't do this

Right, I know that sounds weird, but well, how many people do you know in your life? Personally, that could possibly rip you apart. I don't think I know anyone who could kill me. That's what I mean. It happens all the time. I know that they're very persistent on the fact that they think it's someone they know. I feel like at this point, we gotta move on,

because there's no way you'd be. I can't read you. So please don't know where to go next, but luckily they learned something during their neighborhood canvas. Neighbor after neighbor reported sightings of and interactions with what seemed to be the same individual. A weird man, white in his mid-twenties and scrawny, wearing an orange ski parka. He looked dirty like he didn't belong in the neighborhood, and was seen walking across people's front lawns and front porches.

Police needed to find out who this man was because when the two 22 caliber slugs that killed Teresa were removed from her school, they were found to be a match to the bullet that was fired into Ambrose Griffin nearly a month earlier. It makes me even more surprised that a 22 was what killed him with one shot. It must have hit him just right. I think I'm more surprised that this killer just did a drive by shooting and drove away and then broke into someone's house and shot them and then spent however long dissecting their body. Like how are those two crimes even similar?

Not at all. And I'm also guessing it's the same bullet that flew through Yes, what's her name's dorthy's that flew through Dorothy's hair. Yes So this person's just tormenting this neighborhood, but I think they're like on a Ram page that they're not even thinking clearly about clearly not so whatever the killers motive There was a very steep escalation between his first crime. I mean, it's escalated quickly. A random drive by shooting and the horrific mutilation and rearranging of the victim's organs. So investigators were now doubling

down on their efforts to figure out this killer's identity before he upped his ante even more. Even if it didn't seem like that was possible to anyone with a sane and rational mind. Investigators also learned about a burglary report that was filed the same day Theresa was brutally murdered, earlier in the morning. This burglary occurred just a few blocks away from where Ambro's griffin had been shot and killed. A man, described as a white male adult in his early to mid-20s, was seen trying to force open the back door of a residence on Bernice Street. The woman inside

heard the noise and went to investigate it, and she then found the dirty-looking man standing on her back porch. When the man realized the occupant of the home saw him and was standing there, he uttered the words, excuse me, before then having a seat on her porch while the woman called police. After a few minutes, he then left on foot, walking north on the block until he reached the corner. That's when he climbed in through the rear window of the Edward's residence, which fortunately for the family was empty at the time this person broke inside. The man rifled through drawers and boxes, pocketed a small amount of cash

and filled his bag with some other valuables from the home before then opening a dresser drawer full of clothing and urinating inside of it. Then he went to another bedroom in the house, a child's bedroom, and proceeded to defecate on the child's bed. Who is this person? What's even happening right now? Right. But while this creep was still inside the house, the Edwards family returned home.

Justin time to catch the guy trying to remove a decorator sword and dagger from their wall. The intruder quickly bolted through the same rear window he'd used to enter the house, but Bob Edwards, the man of the home, ran after him through the neighborhood. As the man ran, he yelled back at Bob. I was only taking a shortcut. The man eventually outran Bob Edwards, who lost sight of him. Bob then got into his car and drove up and down the area, finally seeing the man again on what avenue the main road.

But then the man disappeared inside an apartment complex and Bob went back to his house. The man was described as about 5'10' to 6' tall, in his early to mid 20s with a slim build wearing blue jeans, black sneakers, and an orange jacket. Witnesses assisted the police in creating a composite sketch of this man, which was released to the media. So this man was basically meandering around this neighborhood, breaking in, acting creepy, doing awful things in people's homes, and then later that night Theresa was murdered. So police work on this sketch, and in the days following,

reports started trickling in of a strange sketch and in the days following, reports started trickling in of a strange man seen in the surrounding neighborhoods, a man fading this composite sketch. So he obviously hasn't left the area. The day after Teresa's murder, a woman on Park Estates drive about a mile south, heard and awk at her front door shortly after noon. When she opened the door, a young man who appeared unshaven and filthy asked her if she had any old magazines. She said she didn't. He became upset and asked her if she was sure she didn't at which point she closed the door. Several other residents in the area were visited by the same man

going door to door asking for old magazines. He had specifically asked at least one homeowner for copies of Cosma Politan and Mad magazine, and once she said she didn't have any, he told her he'd take whatever she had. She promised to gather them over the next day or so and leave them in a bundle for him on her porch. He told her he'd come back in a few days to collect and then left. On January 25, two days after the wall in murder police interview to young couple who reported having sold to Labrador puppies to a man they described as scrawny with stringy hair driving a ratty Ford Ranchero yeah come on what first struck them is odd about this man was that he didn't seem interested in what the

puppies looked like or what sex they were. Oh man. Like red flag, don't sell them. Trigger warning, we're gonna talk about animal cruelty. And then the following day, they found one of those puppies dead on their back patio. The puppy had been shot and its stomach had been cut open. This is a serial killer.

Oh yeah. Like all the signs are there. Everything we know about serial killers, like this is a full blown just evil person. I don't know, I mean, there's no other way to really describe him. Right. And I also just like if he's still wandering

around the neighborhood, how has it even caught? That's all I could think while doing research. Like everyone's now putting it together. All the neighbors. Oh, he came to your house, too. Oh, there's his guy. One of the magazines knocking on all of our doors, but we still can't catch him. It's also so different. I mean, now with so many cameras around, I see a guy coming to my door, and then I see him go to like a bunch of neighbors doors. I'd be like, what's going on? He must be selling pest control. He must be selling freaking alarms. like, what's going on?

He must be selling pest control. He must be selling freaking alarms. So the puppy was taken for forensic examination by a vet and a pathologist. They recovered bullet fragments from the animal that can only be confirmed as a 22 caliber bullet, like the bullets that had killed Ambrose Griffin and Teresa Wallen. So remember when I said a little while ago that after Teresa's murder, the worst was still yet to come? Mm-hmm. Well, here you go.

We've arrived at that part in the story. So brace yourself. Evelyn Mirroth was a 38-year-old single, stay-at-home mom raising two sons, 13-year-old Vernon and six-year-old Jason. She also loved being an aunt, and she often babysat for her 22-month-old nephew, David. Evelyn's sister, Karen Ferrera, dropped baby David off loved being an aunt, and she often babysat for her 22-month-old nephew, David. Evelyn's sister, Karen Ferreira, dropped baby David off at Evelyn's house at around 7 a.m. on the morning of Friday, January 27, 1978.

While David napped, Evelyn moat her lawn, and was visited by a friend of hers named Daniel Meredith. Now, while Daniel was at the house, Evelyn got a phone call from her other friend, Neonie Greenguard, who lived just across the street from her. Neonie asked Evelyn if she and her son Jason wanted to join her and her young daughters on a drive up into the mountains to play in the snow. Now this sounded like a delightful way to spend a Friday morning, but Evelyn had to stay and babysit her nephew. But Jason can go if that's okay, she told Neonie who was more than happy to bring Evelyn's

son, who was the same age as one of her daughters. Neonie agreed to drop by to pick up Jason at 10am. But after that call, Evelyn realized she didn't have any snowshoes for Jason. So she called Neonie back and asked if she could postpone by half an hour so she could go to the sporting goods store and rent a pair of snow shoes. Which was no problem. They hung up and Neonie looked out her front window toward Evelyn's house and happened to notice a familiar red station wagon parked in Evelyn's driveway. She recognized the vehicle as belonging to Daniel Meredith, whom she knew was a friend of Evlyn's. Then, Evlyn emerged from the house and got into her car, which pulled

away. Neonie assumed Daniel was taking her to the sporting goods store. Also, Neonie noticed that the garage door was left open, although she didn't pay too much mind to this. Evlyn had opened the garage to Mola Lawn. That's where a lot of people keep the mower, and apparently he just forgot to close it. Neonie periodically looked out the window, keeping an eye on Evelyn's house. Partly because the garage door was open and it was just neighborly concerned, but also because she didn't want to be delayed too long. She was feeling a little antsy. She wanted the car to get back so they could leave. She was trying not to regret the invitation because really she wanted to have already been on the road by this point

By 1030 Neonie noticed the station wagon was back in the driveway They had returned from wherever they went presumably the sporting goods store So Neonie thought she'd be hearing from Evelyn any moment But the clock kept ticking half an hour passed. It was now 11 a.m But the clock kept ticking. Half an hour passed. It was now 11 a.m. Why don't you go across the street and see what's keeping them? Neonie asked her six-year-old daughter Tracy,

who then walked across the street and knocked on Evelyn's front door. Nobody answered. She peered through the front window and didn't see anyone, though she did see some faint movement of some kind in the living room. She couldn't tell what it was. She went back across the street and told her mother no one came to the door. Nioni at this point was impatient. Twenty more minutes passed and she looked out the window and noticed the red station wagon was gone again. She took her daughter by the hand, marched

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So she loaded up her kids into the car and started driving away. When she noticed a woman, she recognized from the neighborhood going door to door with a petition. Did you happen to knock on Evelyn's door? She asked. The woman said she had, and no one answered. going door to door with a petition. Did you happen to knock on Evelyn's door, she asked? The woman said she had, and no one answered. This just wasn't sitting right with Neonie. She'd known Evelyn long enough

that the behavior just didn't fit. What a good neighbor. Right. And friend. When she saw another neighbor, Nancy Turner, returning home from a shopping trip, she flagged her down and told her, hey, listen. Evelyn's son was supposed to join us

for a trip into the mountains, but I suddenly stopped hearing from her. She's not answering calls or coming to her door. Where do you think she might be, Neonie asked. Nancy thought this all sounded pretty strange, and she told Neonie she'd go to Evelyn's house to see if everything was all right. Nancy went around to the back of the house and knocked on the rear door. When she got in her reply, she turned the knob, and the door opened.

It had been unlocked. Nancy Turner walked inside, screamed, and immediately bolted from the residence yelling for help. There's blood everywhere she yelled, someone is dead. Some men in a Salvation Army furniture truck heard the commotion and offered to radio the sheriff's office from their truck. While they waited for sheriff's deputies and medics, a shaken Nancy Turner conferred with her neighbors. Nione mentioned she'd seen a red station wagon parked in the driveway that morning. The station wagon that was driven by that man, her friend, Daniel Meredith. And the middle-aged one everyone knew had been spending a lot of time with Evelyn and her sons, despite

Evelyn having a boyfriend. He'd gone to Disneyland with them, and they spent the weekend together at a hotel. No one was quite clear on what their relationship was, and as the neighbors stood by, suspicions were voiced. And then, at around quarter to one that afternoon, the first sheriff's deputy arrived at the scene for what he thought would be a routine welfare check. The deputy, Ivan Clark, entered the rear door of the house and almost immediately saw a middle-aged man lying on the floor surrounded by blood. He leaned down and saw gunshot wounds in the man's head.

The deputy looked around the house, which was completely still and silent and saw blood everywhere. There was blood all over the bathroom on the floor, the bath tub inside the tub. Inside the tub was what looked like bloody water. He carefully walked down the hallway toward the open master bedroom door and inside he saw a nude woman on the bed with her legs split apart and her stomach ripped open with a single long cut from her sternum down to her belly. God, nothing prepares you for this. No. Right, when you're going to be a police officer, military, fire, or whatever it is, any type of, you know, public service, um, position like that, it is nothing prepares you for that.

You think you might be prepared, but it cannot imagine going through that. It's insane. Well, and just like the Theresa Wallen scene, this woman's organs were hanging out of her body. Why? It's horrifying but familiar. Deputy Clark had actually seen video footage of the trees to wall in murder scene and this looked just like it so he immediately drew the connection.

He ran outside the house and tried calling dispatch from his cruiser but the signal was so bad that it garbled his transmission. He kept asking for homicide until he was practically screaming into the radio. He then sealed off the house, shaking as he did so. When the other deputies arrived, led by Lieutenant Beyondy, they could see from the ash and color of deputy clerk's face that what awaited them inside would shake them to their core. The team entered the house and began collecting evidence, like the cigarette butts in the garage, and the two 22 caliber shell cartridges found next to the body of the adult male in the living room.

On the carpet in the master bedroom, investigators observed blood stained rings, suggesting that a bucket had been set down near where the killer was mutilating the victim. Which again, it makes no sense of why a bucket. I mean, I can have theories on it, but I'm not gonna say until you get further into it. Well, it gets worse.

On the other side of the bed, they found the body of a six year old boy with two gunshot wounds to the back of the head. Police canvass in neighborhood and the most useful information they obtained was from an 11 year old girl down the block who told police she had observed a man near the crime scene at around 11am.

He appeared to be in his early 20s and was wearing a bright colored jacket. She couldn't remember much else about this individual, but it didn't sound like Daniel Meredith, the middle aged friend of Evelyn's who drove the station wagon. And then, a short time later, Daniel Meredith would be ruled out as a suspect once the bodies inside the house were identified, because Daniel Meredith was one of them. And the adult woman was Evelyn Mirath, and the young boy was her son Jason. So whoever the killer was, had left with Daniel's red station wagon.

But that wasn't all he left with. Around 330 that afternoon, Evelyn's sister Karen Farra arrived and told police she'd left her infant son behind. Evelyn was babysitting him. And with a kind of dread, you can only imagine she asked if they had found his body inside the house. But they had not. The crime scene investigators, though, had found a bullet hole in the pillow of the baby's

crib and there was blood all over it. So it was not looking promising that baby David was going to be found alive, but the house was searched all over and thoroughly everywhere a two-year-old could possibly be hidden. A baby. A baby. And they found nothing.

So where was the baby? And where was Daniel Meredith's car? Sheriff's deputies all over the area were searching for the victim's red station wagon, a search that extended into early evening. And finally, just as the sun was beginning to set, it was found. It had been found parked in the parking lot of the sandpiper apartments on Marconi Avenue. It was 1.3 miles away from Evelyn's house, and even closer to Ambrose Griffin's residence

where the victim was shot and killed by the same monstrous individual. Detectives who were summoned to this apartment complex contacted the building manager who gave them a list of all the residents who had assigned parking stalls. They checked out each of these individuals and came away empty handed, which was disappointing to say the least. The autopsy of these latest victims revealed a level of animalistic violence that surpassed even what had been done to Theresa Wallens. Evelyn's genitals had been mutilated. Her uterus had been cut in six different places. Some of the biological material in the bathtub was found to be brain matter.

These were such brutal disgusting crimes, details that I didn't even go all the way into. And they happened only four days apart. So the Sacramento County Sheriff's Office needed to find this guy like yesterday. How do you not find someone that is doing this? There was a degree of urgency in catching this guy that was felt throughout the force. Lieutenant Beyondy had studied criminal profiling at the FBI Academy, and he sat down with his partner, Sergeant Don Haybecker, and created a profile of the killer. In the profile, they dropped, they made the following assumptions. One, the killer would be a

white male in his 20s. Thank you, Captain Obvious. This was because the neighborhoods he chose were primarily white, suburban, middle to upper middle class, communities and a non-white perpetrator would have stood out. And yet, no one in any of the canvases mentioned seeing a non-white male. And also, the man in the composite sketch from the burglary, the morning Theresa Wallen was murdered, was white. Two, they believe their killer would probably be schizophrenic. The basis for this theory was that the attacks had occurred in the middle of the day and

not in the cloak of darkness. The killer made no effort to hide or remove evidence like bullet casings and knives from the crime scene, so he wasn't especially careful. Just see, that seems kind of weird to me. I don't think so just because I think whoever's doing this is clearly very ill. I don't think this guy probably functions in society very well. It's just a lot. Yeah.

Three, they believed the killer would be unmarried, a loner, probably unable to hold down a job. They didn't think he was the kind of personality where his madness could be compartmentalized. These seem like very obvious profiles. Like, I'm not a detective, please have a sir or a profiler, but seem very obvious, correct? Like, oh, he's a white male in his 20s. Oh, he doesn't have a... Right, well, the neighborhood told you that.

I can also tell you, he probably wears an orange parka Considering like everything he did to these bodies. Yeah, he's obviously not a What you consider I guess a normal human being in society, but maybe in the 70s This wasn't so obvious. I mean, I feel like we know a lot more about profiling now So police also didn't believe he'd be able to live with anyone except perhaps his family members. And because his attacks had occurred during the nine to five working hours during the week, they didn't believe they were looking for someone who even had a career. They thought his social skills would be too limited to be a good manipulator or a con man. So he wouldn't have been using ruses to gain entry into people's houses.

He surprised his victims in blitz attacks and then killed them quickly. And finally, they believed he'd most likely have been institutionalized in his lifetime and probably recently. This sudden burst of violent activity suggested someone who had recently been released. Beyondian Haybacker agreed that these were all plausible possibilities, and this was as useful a guide to narrowing down potential suspects as any. Over the next 24 hours, the tip hotline was flooded with calls with tips that ultimately led nowhere. Blind alleys and dead ends. One caller even suggested Ted Bundy as a suspect.

Oh, that's funny because it's around the... Well, this was early 1978, so Bundy had yet to become a household name, but at the time he was Bundy had yet to become a household name. But at the time, he was suggested he had just escaped from a Colorado jail while awaiting trial for murder. But we know it wasn't Bundy because he was already in Florida at this time, yet no one knew his whereabouts. Did he medulate bodies? Do you know? I'm not sure on specifics, but I do know he did stuff to bodies after they were already dead.

Got it. I just, I assume he didn't do what is being explained. Well, and, but I don't know. I mean, I don't know. I don't know enough about Bundy. Right. One of the leads that came in the day after the multiple murders at Evelyn's house was from a young woman named Nancy Holden. She phoned her report having an uncomfortable encounter with a man she'd gone to high school with. It was on the morning of January 23rd, the day Teresa Wallen was murdered, and it was at the pantry market, the grocery store behind Teresa's house, where she had gone to cash a check shortly before her murder. Nancy, the informant, said she had just parked her car in the pantry market parking lot and was making her way through the store when she heard a voice call out her name. She turned around and saw a filthy looking man

she didn't immediately recognize and he asked her, weren't you on Kurt's motorcycle when he was killed? She was taken totally aback by this bizarre question. The Kurt, this man was referring to, was a guy she had dated in high school like a decade earlier, and he had died in a motorcycle accident. But years after the relationship had ended, she told the man, no, who are you? It's Rick, he said, oh, you're Rick Chase, she replied, you're Nancy Westfall, he replied, this was her maiden name, she was now married. Then he nodded and walked away. However, minutes later, he reappeared in her aisle,

trying to make chit chat with her. She wasn't interested, but she also couldn't avoid him. It was a small store. So she asked him what he had been up to lately. He asked her where she was going. He followed her to the cash register with an orange drink in his hand, asking her question after question. When she was finished at the register, she made a beeline for the parking lot. Chase called out to her, but she ignored him. And as she backed out of the parking spot, he reached out and tried to grab the handle of her passenger door. But he just missed it as she piled out of the parking lot and sped away. This is so, so scary. She watched in her rear view mirror as Chase then walked away to the rear of the market. The information was written down and the lead was handed to two detectives Bill Roberts

and Carol Daly. Roberts and Daly began looking into Rick Chase. They ran his name through the state DMV's database. His full name was Richard Trenton Chase and he was 27 years old, 5'11 and 140 pounds. So far none of this ruled him out. And his address, an apartment complex, was a five-minute walk from where Daniel Meredith's red station wagon had been found abandoned. Detectives Roberts and Daily drove out to the complex and knocked on the door of apartment

12, where Richard Chase was reported to be living. A man opened the door and identified himself as Gerald Berenger. He said he had no idea who Richard Chase was, but the detectives weren't buying it. They asked Baringer to produce some identification, and he did. They were satisfied the man wasn't Richard Chase. They left and returned to the office, and Robert's ran Chase's name through the Sacramento County Sheriff's Records. I'm not sure why he didn't do this before they left the office, but whatever, they learned that Chase had been arrested for carrying a concealed weapon in 1973, a 22 caliber

handgun. And for escaping from the American River Hospitals Psychiatric Ward in 1976. So at this point, he's looking better and better as a suspect. The inpatient records from American River Hospital described Chase as violent, and they further discovered that he had been a suspect in a 1968 shooting. It's safe to say police now believe Richard Chase was their man, and looking at a recent arrest report, they realize that Chase now lived in apartment 15 and not apartment 12. He had recently moved a few doors down. They returned to the apartment complex at Wau Avenue and tracked down the apartment manager. She said Chase had lived there for a while. He was a quiet tenant she said didn't cause any problems, although he had been observed carrying a rifle at least twice by other tenants in the complex. Though this was totally legal and wasn't against the apartment complex rules, so nothing was done about it.

The manager also revealed that Chase's mother paid his rent every month. His mother described her son as a victim of LSD abuse, and said he had mental problems that were triggered by his drug use. When she would drop by to visit her son, he would refuse to let her in the apartment and would only talk to her through the locked front door. So he had an odd, possibly strained relationship with his mother. They then asked the apartment manager what kind of car chase drove. It was a 1966 Ford Ranchero. Remember, the man who bought the puppies from the breeder who later found her puppy shot and mutilated? That guy was also driving a Ford Ranchero.

At this point point they had the manager lead them out toward apartment 15. He's a very private person she explained to them he probably won't answer the door and he didn't. They knocked and knocked and knocked. Sheriff's apartment they announced no answer. They returned to the manager's apartment and she allowed them to use her phone to dial Chase's apartment. Bill Roberts placed the call. After two rings, a man answered, Hello Richard, Robert said to him,

Who's this? Richard asked, Bill, answered Bill. Is this Richard? Yes, replied the voice on the other end, Do I know you? Detective Roberts explained who he was and Chase then promptly hung up. The detective then called back, but this time there was no answer, so Robert stepped outside and consulted with his colleagues. He's in there, he told them, he just

answered his phone. Trying to figure out what to do to get this probably armed man to exit his apartment without incident, they decided to try a ruse. The plan they hatched was they would return to apartment 15 and while standing near the door, they would, at a volume loud enough to be heard by Richard Chase inside, make like they were giving up and leaving, like they were just going to return later. So they did this. And then they started walking towards the street before stealthily doubling back and hiding in the doorways of two nearby apartments. And the roofs worked.

After several minutes, the door of apartment 15 suddenly popped open and outwacked Richard Chase carrying a cardboard box. As he shut the door behind him and began walking toward his car, he heard a booming voice behind him. Stop, Sheriff's deputies. Chase then began running, running toward the street as the deputies pursued him on foot. Suddenly, another detective jumped out of the doorway and startled him. Trace threw his cardboard box at the deputy who removed his 45 from his holster and cracked it over

Richard Chase's head. Chase fell to the ground, but almost as quickly he began rising. And then another cop jumped him from behind and wrestled him to the ground. That cop felt a hard lump under Chase's armpit, and when he pulled the shirt sleeve back, he saw that it was Chase's 22 caliber hand gun. That's when the deputy drew his 38. There's all sorts of different calibers of guns involved here and placed it to Chase's head, threatening to blow his brains out if he tried anything. I will say these cops in 1970 were taking cues from dirty Harry.

I mean, after what he did, I mean, I don't know, I don't know how a problem with it. When you consider how deranged this guy was, this didn't influence Richard Chase. He just kept struggling. Several deputies at this point were trying to subdue Chase and grab his weapon, which was still tightly tucked beneath Chase's armpit. Chase kept trying to reach for it, and when he couldn't access his armpit, he tried going for his hip pocket, which at this point was an unknown variable. What was there?

Another firearm? These cops were surprised by how much strength this scrawny malnourished looking guy had. He had a lot of fight in him. It took what felt like an eternity of struggling with him before they managed to slip half a pair of handcuffs on one of his wrists. Meanwhile one of the officers finally managed to pry the handgun from Chase's armpit, which had actually been secured to a holster he had strapped under his chest. And it took what felt like Herculane forced to ratchet Chase's other arm behind his back

into the other half of the handcuffs. It was like arm wrestling. But they managed to accomplish this, and finally Chase was in handcuffs. They looked inside the cardboard box he'd been carrying. They he had tossed the deputy and they found a bunch of bloody rags. And when they searched his pockets, what did they find in his hip pocket? The one he'd been reaching for. It was a wallet with Daniel Meredith's driver's license.

They knew they had their man no doubt. But Chase and Cicid he hadn't done anything wrong and demanded to be let go. As he was being taken to the Sheriff's Station for interrogation, they began a search of his apartment. The apartment was an absolute mess. There was a putrid smell pervading the air. Everything in the apartment was bloodstained. The floors throughout the apartment, the bed, the bathtub, the walls, the kitchen, even

the half-eating loaf of French bread in the living room was stained with blood. Drinking glasses were stained with blood, and the refrigerator, they found a tupperware container with brain matter inside of it. I wonder if he was a cannibal. Well, the blender and the kitchen was stained with blood and remnants of human organs and smelled ramset. Pieces of bone were found throughout the kitchen. Back at the station in the interrogation room, Richard Chase continued to maintain his innocence. The detectives tried to chip away at his resolve.

They let him know they had fingerprints, shoe prints, ballistic evidence, and then it seemed like he was beginning to open up. He admitted to shooting the dog, and then admitted to killing several dogs. In the Ballistics Lab, Chase's 22 caliber gun was matched to the gun used in the six murders, but even confronting him with all of the seven and didn't get chased a budge. The next day, they brought bloodhounds out to Chase's apartment complex, but nothing turned up.

When they talked to the hospital, he had escaped. They learned that he would kill animals, kill rabbits. One day, they found him with blood smirred all of his mouth and they discovered he'd captured a pair of birds by reaching out through the bars of his room, grabbed them and pulled them into his room and then snapped their next and drank their blood. or a vampire. Right. Well, that's when the hospital staff began referring to him as Dracula. Chase would eventually confess his crimes to a gel house trustee, and finally to the psychiatrist who interviewed him while he was awaiting trial. Chase told them once he was living on his own, he began capturing and torturing animals to death and then drinking their blood. He said sometimes he would go out, still, and eat the pets of his neighbors, and he admitted to firing his handgun into the home of Dorothy Polensky and to shooting Ambrose Griffin. In December of 1977, he entered a downward spiral, and that was when he started his killing

spree. And he really did think of himself as a vampire. So there is obviously no rhyme or reason why he did this. It was just purely he liked killing and drinking blood. Well, and if you remember, police are still looking for the missing baby. The body was never found. So once he started confessing, they asked him what happened, and he said he had eaten the baby's brains. Oh home. Oh my gosh. Trigger warnings to the max, by the way. Yeah. This is insane. And I can't really describe to you what he did with the baby's corpse,

except to say that he consumed every part of it. He could have consumed and used his blender to make smoothies in the process. It is an A.E. Complete and utter danger to anybody that's around him. And I know that that seems awful, but there are details even worse that had to be left out. I do not want to know. I mean, there are plenty of people with paranoid schizophrenia in this world, and virtually

none of them have done things like what Richard Chase has done. So this is without a doubt the sickest criminal we have ever covered on this podcast because in combination with the physical things I talked about, there was also sexual things happening at every single one of these murders that I've left out. This was a Boogieman's Boogieman. In May of 1979, Chase was found guilty on six counts of first degree murder and various other charges. And despite his attorneys' appeals for clemency and his history of mental illness and their

attempt to use the insanity plea, Chase was sentenced to die in California's gas chamber, but he would never make it to the gas chamber. His fellow inmates, once he was at San Quentin, were terrified of him. These hardened, violent San Quentin inmates, the worst of the worst, were afraid of Richard Chase. Can you blame them though? I mean like... So what happened?

Did they kill him? They wanted him dead and as is the case with many a child killer in prison because he did kill children. He was like a marked man. These inmates were so afraid of him, they didn't even want to get close enough to kill him so they tried to convince him to do it himself, to hoard his antidepressants and overdose, and that's exactly what he did. It was on the evening of December 26, 1980, three days shy of the three-year anniversary of Ambrose Griffin's murder, a guard doing a routine cell check, noticed chase lying in

an awkward position on his bed, not moving and not breathing. He was then pulled out of a cell and pronounced dead. At autopsy, it was confirmed he'd overdosed. He had been hoarding them for three weeks and consumed the entire stash at once. The vampire of Sacramento was now dead. And that's the story of the vampire of Sacramento. Isn't it interesting like that this is not a more household name for a serial killer? How have I never heard of this? I think, I mean, I haven't heard a lot of them, but. Right, well, the issue is the details are so bad. They're so bad.

I think a lot of people don't talk about it. I, I don't even know what to say in cases like this because I can't try to comprehend what they're thinking. I can't try to, I don't know, there's not what am I supposed to say. A sick, sick man. And started with animals, had a hard relationship with his mom. I mean, all the signs were there. I think if there's one thing that brings a little bit of relief. It's that he quickly killed his victims

before doing any of the torturing. Yeah. That doesn't really, doesn't make anything better. Doesn't give justice, doesn't do anything, but at least it helps to know that there wasn't this torturing being done while they were alive at least in most of the cases. And do they know how many people he's killed in total,

like overall or no? They only had those victims. Those victims, yeah. And I'm sure there's more. Maybe not. I mean, I guess it sounded like you escaped when in a rampage. Spiraled.

Spiraled, but. Well, all the pets, I mean. So sad that they were all just brutally killed that is horrible Yeah, especially is like a husband to find your wife or to find people you love like that I just can't and he would just go door to door He would just go door to door in the neighborhood's waiting for one to open or they're not open your door Yeah, it's just evil All right you guys that is our case for this week.

And we will see you next time with another episode. I love it. And I hate it. Goodbye.