My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - 393 - It's Not a Meeting

Episode Date: September 14, 2023

This week, Georgia tells the story of Louise and William Thoresen III and Karen covers the bogeyman of Victorian England, Spring-Heeled Jack.For our sources and show notes, visit www.myfavoritemurder.com/episodes.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Mike Williams set off on a hunting trip into the swamps of North Florida, where it was thought he met his fate by a group of hungry alligators, except that's not what happened. And after the uncovering of a secret love triangle, the truth would finally be revealed. Listen to over my dead body, gone hunting early and ad-free on Wondery Plus. 🎵 Hello! Hello! And welcome! To my favorite murder!

That's Georgia Hard Star. That's Karen Kilgerif. Here my favorite murder. That's Georgia Hard Star. That's Karen Kilgarif. Here we are again. That's right. Again and again, times seven and a half years. I mean, what's the less than you did for seven and a half year? Oh, truly nothing.

Oh, we were such babies when we started this, weren't we? That's crazy. I mean, it feels like four lifetimes. Yeah. It was 35. Is that right? 36. That's a child.

I was underwater in my mortgage. And nothing was helping. Yeah. Until this pocket, until you were like, let's do merch. And I was like, if you set it up, I'll participate with you. Oh, life. It's so weird to see 40-ish, most powerful people in podcasting.

Can I brag about that for a second? Sure. Hollywood Reporter in their list and we're on it. And I'm like, who are those two girls who started a podcast in my like tie-town apartment? And then someone commented like to me like on Instagram, you should listen to like mini-sode something like 30 and see how far you've come. And I was like, I wonder what they mean? And I listened to it and it's a mini set in the hometown is the Swiss cheese pervert.

Oh yeah. And I'm like, oh my God, but children at the time, it's so different. That was one of our first like people sending us material where we're just like, this is the funniest. We couldn't have asked for better than that email. And the person that sent it to us. Yeah. And then Nick Terry turned again

to a fucking video. Now are you back in the comment section? Oh, that's a great question. Well, she added me. I wasn't in our comment section. I was reading people who had commented directly towards me. So technically, yes. Look, that was not accusation.

We are permanently in the comment section. I had Josh Mankoets, the great date line anchor, Josh Mankoets, text me the other day, and he was like, what's going on? And I'm like, what do you mean? I have no idea what you mean. He's like, this thing on TikTok, and I was like, oh, no, no, don't worry about it.

That happens all the time. Oh, he was surprised by it. It's just like, oh, you've't, you've never followed a, okay. Yeah, no, this is the way it is. Oh, you must not be a woman on social media because you're surprised that this thing is happening right now. You can't live in that shit waiting for this meeting to start.

I was like sitting down waiting for it for once. Can I tell you that it's sad that you call this a meeting and not a, sorry, that is, that is sad. I tell you that it's sad that you call this a meeting and not a sorry that is I know you've had meetings all fucking day and that's why you're saying that and that exact spot on your couch you're sitting in talking to a zoom just like you are right now. This is not a meeting. This is the reason the meetings happen exactly. Like the idea that I'm calling this meeting is I've completely lost my way. That's hilarious. Folks, it's Friday. It's Friday night right now. Folks, it's Friday. The week has been long. The week has been

taxing. Here's the thing. Ultimately, I love this life. I love the life this podcast has given us. It's so delightful. The people that talk to us and like us love us and it's so nice. And that is a very lucky thing. And the fact that there's a back end of like detractors or whatever is like that's the price you pay. You don't get the glory without the back end

that slaps you in the face a little bit. That's just how it is. And it's a good ego check. And it's a good ego check. And it's a good reminder of like, hey, there are other people who have opinions and might have something to teach you and might have something to tell you. And so fucking fine.

Yeah. There's fucking taxes to pay sometimes, right? Death and taxes. That's what this... That's right. That's what this podcast experience has been about literally. I mean, to your point and to that person who is telling you that, I honestly believe there has been real evolution. And I'm very proud of it. And I think one of the biggest pieces of that evolution is learning to learn from what

is maybe the kind of thing that often we don't like to even listen to, which is criticism. And it can be really hard and you can take it all kinds of ways and you can have all kinds of defenses about it. But ultimately, we're all here on this fucking dumb planet to learn. To evolve. I think we've evolved. I think we've definitely evolved. And I'm proud of that about us. And I think it just means, you know, that we're evolving. We're always going to be evolving as human beings. And if you don't, then you're fucking stuck in stagnant. And you're going to get black mold. And it's going to just get rusty and gross. You know what I mean? Respiratory diseases. Legionnaires, be careful. Spiritual Legionnaires diseases, one of the worst things that you can get Is that what you're covering this week?

Yep, let's go right into my story that actually as we were saying that because I said this fucking dumb planet Reminded me because I was the queen. I just really in the late 90s Loved like a what do you call it? Just you know one of them little t-shirts that everyone wore with a funny thing on the front. Just a t-shirt, you mean? Just a t-shirt, like a ringer shirt or a graphic tee. Like a settlement-taste coffee shop or whatever,

like a, exactly. And I had one, a green shirt, that just said, I hate the environment on the front. I'm like, bring it back. I think it's time. I think it's time. I think it's time that we stop fighting for the environment. It's trying to kill us. Can we be honest for one second with ourselves?

The Heracquake. If there is any lesson in the world that the Earth wants us out of here, it's the Heracquake. And see, this is what women in podcasting aren't allowed to do is be completely sarcastic about not liking the environment and taking it down. We are kidding. Why? Why? After all this time you've gotten to know us, would you not know the sarcasm meter of this

podcast? It's because the ones who don't know don't know us. That's all. That's true. You don't get it. That's fine. I mean, you go sit at a different table. For real.

For real. You got anything to share with the group? Well, I do hold on. I always do this where I don't know how to do it. Oh, you X out of it, right? Yeah. No, no. Don't leave the meeting.

Don't leave the meeting. It's not seeding. Tell us things that's a meeting. It's zoom started. How dare you call our child a meeting, a baby or blessed, blessed baby. No one is a miracle. She truly is. She defies beyond as a miracle. That's true. So I covered in, let's talk about it way back in episode 133. Whoa. Entitled made of crystals. I covered the cold case story of the lady in the dukes. Yeah. The victim was identified as Ruth Marie Terry about a year ago, and then through the use of DNA and genealogy, they basically figured out that it was her husband. Did he just get convicted? I think they just identified him and he died in 2002.

It's one of those things where the DNA reports that that's what happened. Yeah, yeah. It's so old. Her body was found in 1974. And unidentified, tell a year ago. And that's why it's so important to identify these victims. These victims without a name is because, you know, half the time going to lead back to someone they knew who can't be tried and convicted because there's no body and no proof of murder, you know,

it's why these cold cases are so well, and also just I feel like so often you don't get that feeling, you don't get that satisfaction. And then like this one, which was like a complete mystery like, and that there was that connection to the movie jaws and all those, there was so much mystery around it and so much almost, almost, but it's like, but they just cannot figure out who this person is. They do. Whether it's citizen sleuths or investigators that don't give up, the idea that that message coming through finally, after so much messaging of so much injustice

that every once in a while there is a little bit of justice or at least a little bit of potential closure, I don't know, in all these horrible things we talk about, it is nice to be able to say that every once in a while. Should we do exactly right corner? Let's do it. Jump right in. Aaron Brown who writes our exactly right corner who assembles this for us goes,

I got a little squirrely on this one this week or something like that. And then I'm just about to read. Now that we're done with our casual banter, it's time to get some very accepting. I think we should see how far she can push it. That will still read it. You know what I mean?

How creative can she get and tell it will go? I'm not fucking saying that. That's a great idea. And I think no matter what we should do, Ron Burgundy and just read it like we mean it. Let's give her more work because she's so like she's not doing anything. She's not busy at all with every other part of our company.

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Hang it in your Toll booth. Your Toll booth, your locker, you know. Yum. Your lighthouse. Your emotional lighthouse. Are you first? I'm first this week. Yes. If you're a true crime fan, you know a lot of stories come out of Florida, and unfortunately, they sometimes involve alligators.

But more importantly, you know that things aren't always what they seem. And all of these things are true in the new season of Wondery's limited series over my dead body, Gone Hunting. Gone Hunting tells the story of Mike Williams, who set off on a hunting trip in the swamps of North Florida 23 years ago. He planned on being back in time to celebrate his sixth wedding anniversary with his wife,

Denise, but he never made it home. Friends and loved ones feared that Mike had been killed by alligators, and it would take over two decades for the horrible truth to be revealed. A secret love triangle, a kidnapping, and a predator, no one ever suspected. Over my dead body, gone hunting is out now on the Wendery app, or wherever you get your podcast, or you can listen to over my dead body early

and add free on Wendery Plus. Get started with your free trial at Wendery.com slash plus. Goodbye. Okay, I'm first, as you just said, I'm gonna do a cold open for once. Oh, okay, I'm gonna sit back and relax. I won't ask you five questions right at the top. Save them for like one minute, literally.

Okay. In December of 1966, Karen, a beautiful dark-haired woman looking to be in her early 30s, approaches the United Airlines lost and found counter at the JFK International Airport. That's where we start. Here we are. She asks the attendant there if she can leave

four small crates there. She flashes her husband's United Airlines VIP card to show she's legit. She's just like, I want to leave these here. You could do shit like that back in the fucking sixties. You could just leave things everywhere. There was no see something say something. Back then. No, there was not. Instead, it was everybody has the benefit of the data. That's right. If you're white. So that's right. The clerk behind the counter agrees to hold the crates overnight, the next day, the woman doesn't show up, whatever. We trust everyone.

A few days later, an airline employee is moving packages around, and I bet he was looking through packages, just to be curious, I think. Wouldn't you? I'm absolutely. Oh, yeah. Looking through lost and found, we found where just like in 30 days, this is a dibs for sure.

Dives on this except when he picks up one of the crates quote unquote, yeah, right. Outfalls a Luger automatic pistol. Oh, and he finds that there's guns and different kinds of, what do you call them? ammunition weapons,

weapon ammunition style weapons in all the crates. And so the employee calls the Port Authority Police, and then they decide to stake out the counter to see who this woman is when she comes back. So she doesn't show up for a couple days, but it's one in the morning when she does, and she's carrying four more crates. And she tells the clerk that she'd like to ship

all the eight crates to Chicago. And then she's promptly arrested. Wow. All eight packages contain tons of pistols and ammunition. Upon searching her rented car, police also find three right guns. A fucking flame thrower. Oh. Another pistol, machine gun parts, shells for a bazooka and thousands of 30 and 50 caliber shells. So a whole cache of ammunition issues. No. Could she have been the prop person for the musical Chicago? She wasn't sending it to Chicago. So I know that the most I'm stuck in my head.

The woman who briefed us to jail before being bailed out is Louise Thorison. And she turns out to be the wife of the violent, narrow-duel son of a Chicago steel tycoon. So it fucking sounds like a play already. And if this traveling arsenal seems shocking, it's relatively tame compared with the dark twists and turns in the life of her husband, William Thorisonan III. That's what I'm going to tell you about today. Great start, wonderful kickoff. Thank you to my researcher, Ali, for doing that for me.

My main source for the story are two books by the author named Glen Wall, and he's like the expert in this story. He has extensively searched William Thorizan's life, and the other sources can be found in the show notes. So this guy, William Thorazin III, is born in 1937. He grows up in Kennellworth, Illinois, which is just outside of Chicago. It's a small leafy, very wealthy hamlet

in Chicago's Northern suburbs. If you've ever seen a John Hughes movie, you've basically seen Kennellworth and it's similar surrounding towns, Chicago's Northern suburbs. If you've ever seen a John Hughes movie, you've basically seen Kennellworth and its similar surrounding towns. So think if I can 16 candles and shit. Also the house at the end of Plains, Trains, and Automobiles where Steve Martin lives,

that's in Kennellworth as well. So like, big rich mansions. Got it. Thorizon's father is William Thorizon the second. William and his younger brother Richard and their mother K all call the dad Bill Sr. Bill Sr. is the owner of the great Western steel company. The family is very wealthy.

It's steel money baby. I don't even know what the steel company does. So yeah, I bet it's wealthy. They do fucking everything because what doesn't have steel in it, especially back then, rich people that are in steel have their own rich people name, which is steel magnate.

Oh yeah, and you name your kid after yourself, the second, the third, all that stuff, because... Bill Jr. Bill the third. Mm-hmm, Billy Bill. But William will later tell people that he was raised mostly by nannies, of course, and spent short stints at various boarding schools.

So that they're that kind of rich. Yeah. The Thoriz and Boys are the local menaces of kennelworth, though. So you can't buy your kids' behavior. They will rebelled no matter what. It's almost the inverse of the more money the worse behave totally, or more money, more problems is what you're trying to say. Sure. Yeah. They get into all sorts of like dentist and

menistile trouble and their neighborhood is adolescents. As William gets older, though, the incidents get darker. And by the time he's in his late teens, William has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital. On one occasion, he escapes from the hospital and goes back to his family home where he barricades himself in his room and tells his father and two household workers that he has a shotgun and will kill anyone who tries to enter. And he does have guns at this point.

So, wow. Yeah. A few months later, he steals one of the family cars, well armed with a 45 automatic handgun. Well, all this is going on, Richard, the younger brother, seems to be cleaning up his act. He has far fewer runins and they decline as he gets older, but William is just kind of declining and just becoming more and more of a menace. When he turns 18, he's just made

to learn that he will not be getting any kind of payout from his father. Oh, uh-huh. And the summer of 1957, when William was 19, a young woman goes to the Kennellworth police with a scary story. She says that William and another man who goes by the name frog, had given her and her friend a ride. And when they were in the car, William and Frog were talking about cutting off heads and steel barrels. And a week later, the decapitated body

of a missing 15-year-old named Judith Mae Anderson, parts of her body, including her decapitated head, are found in a 55-gallon steel barrel. Oh. She had been shot in the head four times with a 32-calibre revolver. Wow. So there's like a weird connection there. And William had also been involved in a car chase near where her body had been found. He's questioned in the investigation of her murder, but he's never charged.

And Judas Cases never solved. And this guy Glenn Wall, the researcher, says that the steel drums contain traces of chemicals used in the production of steel. So like they were steel fucking drums. And Judas Cases, they isn't solved. steel fucking drums. And Judith's case to this day is insolved. So in 1958, William needs a teaching student name Louise Bannich. She's the one from earlier in the story when she dropped off crates of guns at the thing. They're both 21 when they meet. William is like a very handsome man. He wouldn't suspect him to be this nefarious person. He's very clean cut in all his photos.

suspect him to be this nefarious person. He's very clean cut in all his photos. Very 1960s, bond, looking tight. Hot privilege. He's got that hot privilege of you, you never think he has a 45 in his pocket. If you told me he was DB Cooper, I would buy it. He's got that look. They meet each other and they, I guess, follow love. William doesn't really change much after meeting her. He still goes out with other girls. He gets into fights. Still, they get married in January of 1960 when they're about 23. About three weeks after that, William's mother files a malicious mischief report against her own son. Well, Williams' relationship with his parents is tumultuous. They do still support him. They don't give him lump sons of money to manage himself because

they don't trust him, but they essentially provide everything he needs to live his life. Do we know was he cut off because of his behavior? Sometimes they're like the money skips a generation type of thing. No, they definitely had the money. I think that he was just such a troublemaker from a young age that they cut him off, you know, or they didn't trust him. Yeah. A few months after their wedding, William and Louise go on a trip to Maine where they both spend a little time in jail for stealing two canoes and some posters, which is like, oh, this just sounds like a fun night out with your husband, you know. Let's go steal posters and then go on the lake and just paddle around with our new posters.

Yes, I love you. Sure, really after this incident, they moved to Tucson, Arizona. Luis spends more time there. Well, Williams police record shows that he just kind of is a free spirit and bounces around a lot, mostly between Arizona, California, and Chicago. In the early 60s, several charges are filed against him and ultimately dropped because his parents

basically throw money at the problem. In the summer of 1962, William is convicted of assaulting a woman in Santa Monica, California, while his wife is back in Tucson, thosegers are pled down from original charges of rape. William is able to hire expensive lawyers. He sentenced to six months in prison and ultimately serves only a few weeks. That same summer, William and Louise have a son. I know. In his travels when he's not terrorizing strangers or his family, William collects military weapons, which is becoming a hobby of his. Hobbies, one word for it. In 1964, William's now 27 years old, and he and another man are both arrested for setting off bombs near a Tucson radio station. It causes minor damage to the radio station, wakes up the whole neighborhood that no one's hurt, and William is basically let go because police don't have enough evidence to charge

him. So he's just fucking doing mayhem. I mean, everywhere. It's like stealing posters is one thing. But why? Setting off bombs. What the fuck are you doing? Throughout his life, he has countless runs with the law for violent assault, thefts, and

reckless driving. He serves virtually no jail time for any of them because of those expensive lawyers he's able to hire. In 1965, while Luis is still living in Tucson with their young son, William Rentson apartment in San Francisco and begins experimenting with the drug that makes everyone chill out, LSD. Getting it doesn't do that. It's always those people that are like, I'm already obsessed with like guns and bombs. And now I'm going to fuck with the interior structure of my brain. Hey, let's go a little more berserker and fucking just start dosing myself. He also spends a lot of time at home and Chicago home.

His little brother, Richard, who's now 23 and he had gone on the straight and narrow, he's living in an apartment in Chicago and when his brother's back in town, you know, as you do, he gets sucked back into his brother's misdeeds. Over the course of the summer of 65, the Kennelworth police compile a thick file. Full of times they've been called out to the Thoruson House.

Often the boys get into screaming, someone violate conflicts with their parents. It almost sounds like the Menenda's brothers in a way, doesn't it? Just these trouble makers. They break things, they vandalize the house, they take China and bases in furniture from the attic and hurl them down the stairs. They stand on the roof and yell up senators down to their parents and their rich ass neighborhood. This culminates in Williams stealing more than half a million dollars worth of securities from his parents' basement,

which is worth how much today? Half a million. Half a million in 65. Three million? Six million. Fuck. So like, why do you have them in your basement? My God. Also, what does securities look like to steal? Like, I don't know.

Is it pre-arranged? They come in their own briefcase that like made of metal with its own handkerchief or like they come in a steel barrel. Yeah, it's down by the washing machine. Like, yeah. I hope with the securities in the laundry basket. He also convinces his little brother Richard to write a will left turn, making William the sole heir to any wealth he may have already accumulated. Which is like, how does that come up in a like, you know, we're hanging out, having fun, smashing shit. And it's like, you know, it'd be fun.

Sure, I'd a will. Giving everything to me. Also, if you're to your brother, you know, it'd be fine. Sure, I'd a will, giving everything to me. Also, if you're to your brother, you know what a creep your brother is because you're seen in Be the Creepiest. So why go along with that? Unless he's a super psychopath that's like very good at keeping it under wraps.

I think he must be, and you know, you want your big brother's approval in love. And I think he's truly like a narcissistic psychopath, for sure. William. Yeah. In September of 1965, this little brother, Richard, dies in a rented car in Lake Forest, Illinois. He dies of a gunshot wound to the right side of his head. The gun is a 375 magnum. It's found on the passenger seat next to him, so police are like, well, this must be a suicide. But Richard was left-handed and would have had to use his right hand if he had shot himself that way. There's no note.

William is out of town at the time of his brother's death, although he and his wife had been in town the days prior. So it's just kind of this mystery. A week after Richard's death, William moves his family into a mansion in the Pacific just kind of this mystery. A week after Richard's death, William moves his family into a mansion in the Pacific Heights neighborhood of San Francisco. And I've seen the photo of it. It's like this creepy haunted looking mansion. William jumps right into a massive renovation, but quickly falls out with the architect and the contractor. So I'm sure he's easy to work with. So the family winds up living in a gutted shell of a mansion. This doesn't stop William from throwing frequent acid-fueled parties. So he's kind of friends

with the riffraff in San Francisco at the time in the mid-60s, which you now are like fucking nefarious. There's a lot of amount there. It's around this time that William kicks his hobby of collecting weapons into high gear. He and Louise travel the country buying up military surplus. So much of it that there's 7, he and Louise travel the country buying up military surplus. So much of it that there's 7,000 square foot San Francisco mansion, becomes packed to the gills with craze of weaponry.

What the fuck? And they have a child too, by the way, this is like what the kid is growing up at. No, that's right. Oh, that's horrible. Yeah, like what the fuck, indeed? 7,000 pounds. When she's busted at the airport, like we talked about earlier

on December 1966, Luis is initially suspected of being a terrorist, but it turns out she's just gotten sucked into William's hobby. There's an obsessive quality to this collecting. Even after Luis is arrested, William keeps buying the weapons. William and Luis spend about $250,000 on their collection,

which today would mean that they spent about $2 million on their collection of weaponry. And he doesn't have his parents' money. I think he must be getting some money somehow. Yeah. Because at first I was like, oh well, you know, he's rich and you can kind of do whatever he wants But then it's like if he's cut off then that's every time he has to buy more guns

He's got to go ask Bill Sr I don't think he's cut off as much as he's like watched But I think he's still able to accrue a shit ton of money. Yeah, okay, not way, you know securities and such Securities and such and I think he's really manipulative too. So I'm sure his parents also are, you know, and wanting to take care of their grandson and their daughter-in-law. In April of 1967, when Luis's New York case is still pending and the court's agents

from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Fire on Ray, the San Francisco mansion, they find an anti-tank cannon, a mortar, machine guns, rifles, pistols, grenades, and ammunition. Also in the house is the couple's five-year-old son who is wearing a cowboy outfit complete with fake pistols. In the end, 77 tons of weaponry are confiscated from the mansion. Three army trucks from the nearby Presidio military base are needed to cart them away. The Thoricin's lawyer tells reporters, quote, Thoricin is a screwball in some ways. He just likes to collect old weapons.

No. No. But also, like, if you collect old weapons, then you would have, like, displays and whatever. Yeah. I heard you describe it as that there were crates full of that, which is like, that's how warlords keep their weapons, you know, right? Right. And they're in great for future use, as opposed to a collector that's like, here's my beautiful cabinet with my five guns from the Civil War.

Right. Very smart. It's a militia level, shit. Yeah. What was this guy's deal? Did he have a plan? There is some speculation in a bit. Oh, got you, like.

So because he's a convicted felon from that rape that he went to prison for, he's not actually allowed to own any guns. So in the aftermath of losing his very expensive collection, and while racking up even more legal fees, William spirals into an even darker place than he's been so far. He doesn't stop buying guns.

Even with their weapons cases progressing, William keeps sending Luis out to buy more. One month after the raid, she's caught with a German submachine gun. That summer, William is arrested and charged in Las Vegas for beating a woman and breaking her nose. His lawyers once again get him off with no jail time. Jesus Christ. I know, dude. William has always used Luis in his crimes.

Having her go out and buy weapons or try to ship them across state lines, whereas in alibi during times when he's committed other crimes. But over the next year, the relationship becomes more and more dysfunctional. And William becomes more and more abusive. He's violent.

He routinely threatens to kill her. She leaves them a few times, but returns, as is often the case. In the spring of 1969, the family moved to a small house in Fresno as part of an effort to get their weapons trial moved out of San Francisco. By 1970, William has managed to fill that house with $20,000 worth of machine guns and grenades, which is 150,000 in today's money. Like, what are you going to do with those? It's an obsession. It sounds like a true obsession. Yeah. Good Lord. Then on June 9th, 1970, William forces Luis to write a suicide note. He threatens to throw her off the Golden Gate Bridge.

He beats her. He fractures her ribs, giving her a hairline fracture in her skull and breaking an eardrum. In the middle of this her views, he confesses to Luis that he had his brother Richard killed to get his money. Oh no. He also says he later regretted it and killed the acquaintance he hired to do the job. Because remember, he was out of town on the other side.

Yeah. He says he killed the hitman and their San Francisco mansion by bludgeoning him with a hammer. That's how he killed the hitman. Something is wrong with this rich man. Definitely. But Jesus Christ. He also admits to killing an additional male acquaintance. On top of all of this, he says he once attempted to murder

his parents and the family housekeeper. The next day after their son goes to school, William makes several remarks to Luis about how he can't let her leave the house and that he'll have to kill her. Luis takes a pistol off the mantle piece and shoots him five times killing him. Oh shit! Glen Wall, the author of the two books about William and he was researched his life

extensively, believes he didn't confess all of his murders to Louise the night before she killed him. There's Judith May Anderson, I talked to him at the beginning with the steel barrels, of course, then there's another case from just a few blocks from where William grew up. In September of 1966, a girl named Valerie Percy, who was 21 years old, and the daughter of a prominent Kennell Worth businessman and future US senator, she's stabbed to death in her bedroom. Her murder has never solved, but in 2014, unsealed FBI records revealed that William was thought to be a potential suspect. And we, of course, know that he was violent towards women, known to break into houses, because that's what he did when he was a kid.

He's like, mischief shit, and was in the kennelworth area repeatedly during that time period. And near the home, the crime scene, a bayonet was found. And it was like a vintage bayonet and he was obsessed with collecting stuff like that, right? Glenwall goes even further and this is his like pet theory about William. He lived in San Francisco between 1965 and 1970. Who could he also be?

The zodiac killer. That's what Glenwall thinks. Well, the Valerie Percy theory has some backing from law enforcement. This one doesn't. Sorry. This just made me think of it. When you said he kind of looks like DB Cooper,

that's what that Zodiac police illustration looks like. He side by side definitely looks like him. I guess the body description in some of them doesn't sound the same, but you know, you can mask that certain way. And gain weight, yeah. Right, or like big jacket and stuff. And both in the Valerie Percy killing I just told you about, and one of the zodiac

killings, the autopsies found that the victims may have been stabbed with military bayonets, which William did have in his collection, which I find very interesting. There's not a ton of like, oh my God, that's amazing, Zodiac connections. But the fact that he was hanging out with nefarious people in San Francisco and had this huge amount of guns, he was buying up from random people, like maybe he crossed paths with him at some point.

I like, I wouldn't be surprised if that was like, he was in his world somehow. And the shooting of the cab driver by the Zodiac Killer also was like 12 blocks away from his mansion. Oh wow, wow, that is a big, oh wow connection. I just at this point, process David Fincher, Zodiac movie as the facts of the Zodiac case.

So I'm like, no, I lived in Santa Rosa. It's just like, no, no, no, no, that's just, that's one suspect or whatever. I mean, I'm starting to think that there were multiple Zodiac killers. It wasn't just all one person. So many crimes are similar, like how many crimes have we talked about where there's military weapons involved or there's somebody who is obsessed with violence and with weaponry, who collects, it starts as an acceptable thing of I'm going to collect this certain type of gun or knife or blah, blah, blah, and then that obsession grows because really what's underneath that

obsession is thinking about what you're going to do with that weapon. It's not just the weapon itself and how it works or whatever. Right. It's power and we're actually like that. Yeah. The other interesting thing I found with this Odeok is that so there were letters written to the police and to newspapers after William was killed by his wife. So that's weird, but the one thing that did change about those letters from the ones before he was killed is that the envelopes are addressed and stamped completely differently. So that did change.

If he was a zodiac, let's say, he had maybe already written the letters and then someone else put them in an envelope and sent them. Oh, you're saying a co-conspirator? Right. Right. Uh-huh. Right. I mean, maybe, yeah, Zodiac being two people makes complete sense to me.

Hmm. Multiple people on their own. Or two people, two people. Well, yeah, copycat. That's very believable. But you mean you're saying copycat or you're saying people working in tandem. I think copycat makes a lot of sense. Yeah. I think the main zodiac suspect of the main, like, confirm same person zodiac

killings. Maybe, yeah, maybe it's co-conspirators. That's the thing in these cold cases. I know. Anything's possible. That's right. So in late 1970, Louise has tried for the murder of her husband. Two witnesses, both of whom are in prison, testify that William tried to hire them to kill Louise.

Three of William's former attorneys testify on Louise's behalf, one saying that he once walked in on William attempting to throw Louise off the balcony of a 20th floor hotel room in New York. Holy shit. That everyone's like defending the shit out of this poor woman. Good. The Reese proves that she acted in self-defense and thankfully is acquitted.

Oh, good. Yeah, also, if this was 1967, like, the woman couldn't have bank accounts. There's such, it was still that era. And it's so recent, it's so weird. But there was up until very recently, women were locked into the relationship they committed themselves to when they were 20 years old or whatever.

Horrifying. In 1974, Louise publishes a book about her life with William. It's called, it gave everybody something to do just to tell you what it was like back then for women. The 1974 headline of the New York Times article about the book is titled The Way She Tells the Story. It's a manhater's dream. Oh, perfect. Yeah. No, she doesn't have a perspective or an experience. No, no, she's a manhater. Yeah, that's why she killed him. Oh my God. Anyway, I think the Zodiac Angles really fucking interesting. And like there are some little details here and there.

And especially the old, cool cases and Kennelworth should be looked into based on his evidence. But that is the story of William and Louise Thorazin. Wow. I've never heard of that. I had neither. That's wild. Wild. Yeah. Great job. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. All right, you know what we're going to do now. Left turn. Left turn. Put on your blinker because we're going to go ahead and take a left turn. Now I don't know if you remember back when I covered the boy Edward Jones who was, uh, um, uh, who was the queen's stalker back in the day. Who was it? Queen Victoria.

Queen Victoria. Thank you. And in that story, when we were talking about it, I mentioned that there was a thing going on at the time that people thought that the Boy Edward Jones could have been this other person that was terrorizing London. Oh, we're talking about suspects. I love this episode. We're talking about suspects.

We're talking about theories and people trying to figure out what the hell is going on. And it also all takes place in my favorite place and time in the world, Victorian, England, specifically London in the 1830s. So according to Professor named Dr. Emily Zarka, London is quote, the largest urban environment in the world at the time, which I didn't know that. That's amazing. So Victorian England, obviously a gigantic world power, London itself is like the biggest city in the world. The smells, the smells, that much of them, emanating.

The smells, the pollution, the like, just constant cold smoke is blowing directly into your face. The city is grimy, it's gloomy, it has a spooky feel to it, and that is during the day. At night, by the sporadic gas-powered street lamps or by people's own handheld lanterns that they would walk around with, because it was so foggy, coldly dark.

It just looked like a ghost everywhere you go. Yes, it's because there were constantly shadows being cast onto every wall. And there were so many dark alleyways. Marin showed me an illustration of Victorian England. And it was like, it was like a bunch of front yards. And everything was bricked up. So you're always going around a corner, going into like a weird yard that was then connected to a doorway that would go upstairs. Like, it was all interconnected and super spooky.

And then at night, it got even spookier. And of course, it was easy to get work in Victorian London, but it was extremely rare to find good work with decent pay and humane conditions, especially if you were a member of the working class. So a lot of Victorian brits are hungry, exhausted, and miserable from living in extreme abject poverty. A huge clasdivide separates the richest from the poorest Londoners at this time.

And it shows in the city streets. It's dirty, the slums are overcrowded, the crime rates are sky high. There's an atmosphere of fear, claustrophobia, and chaos that permeates the city. And if all of that isn't scary enough, in January of 1826, eyewitnesses begin to report a high jumping, fire breathing, shape shifting monster that is terrorizing the public. Of England as a whole, it starts in little towns and villages outside of London, and then it slowly moves into the city center. I shall now regale you with one of Victorian England's most bizarre menaces, Springheal Jack.

So, the main sources being used today are research by a British writer and historian named Mike Dash. A 2020 episode of the PBS series Monstrum and titled the original Urban Legend Spring Heal Jack. A 2022 Buzzfeed video called Spring Heal Jack, the Demon of London. And I personally first heard about Spring Heal Jack on the podcast, last podcast on the left research researched by the great Marcus Parks and his team of researchers. Go listen to the Spring Heal Jack episode of last podcast on the left if you've never heard it.

It's Henry Zabowski is so insane and hilarious during that episode. It is like the funniest thing of all time. That's so good. The rest of the sources are in our show notes. And actually I added a Wikipedia article, and there was another part that's from the podcast on Resolve.

So it actually begins north of London in a town called Northampton. And the first mention of Springhael Jack appears in the local newspaper there, the Northampton Mercury in January of 1826. They run a somewhat skeptical report that reads, quote, a shopkeeper in the area described seeing a man with spring boots,

which enable him to vault over a 10 foot wall. We have not confirmed this sighting with anyone else in the area. And he was shit-faced. That's a piece of... You know how steam punk is like based on that kind of Victorian England and like when people machinery and trains and big clocks and sciencey weird shit. Yeah.

The idea that someone could have gotten their hands on two large springs and started fucking around with them and then ended up putting them on the bottom of shoes and then they bounce around is I can see that so easily. Delightful, delightful. Right. And so this is just one of those reports in a local paper of like, we're pretty sure we saw a guy with springs on his shoes jump over a wall.

But it's more gossip than it is fact. Yeah. So we're just telling everybody. So then it takes about 10 more years than in September of 1837 in the village of Barnes, rumors spread that what people refer to as either a ghost, imp, or devil has been harassing local women. Within weeks, these encounters are documented in more than 20 villages outside of London proper. The description varies from witness to witness, some see a malevolent bull-like creature, others see a ghostly bear with blazing red eyes. One person even reports an encounter

with a big night-like figure dressed in armor. Sounds like a different guy. That guy sounds different. I mean, a bear, a bull, or a night. Right. It's like what Guierre Maudel-Torreau movie are we watching right now? Okay.

But the most common description is that of a ghoulish man who from afar looks aristocratic and gentlemanly. He wears a long black cloak over tight white clothing. He's very ugly. He breathes fire. He has long metallic claws where his fingers should be and he can jump extremely high. For whatever reason, these ghouls, the bear, the bowl, the knight, and the aristocrat,

are not seen as separate entities, but as one shape-shifting monster. So either that's a bunch of different people seeing different things, or the urban legend blends itself into, it's one guy that's all these things or it's shaped shifter or whatever Right, right the thing that's important to note is that these witnesses are mostly working class women They're targeted walking alone in public or in the case of servants housemates that are answering their employers front doors In some instances the creature simply scares them. In others, he actually tears their clothing to shreds with his sharp metallic claws.

So it is an assault. But back then, because it was Victorian society, which was renowned for being very repressed and very prudish at least publicly, Springhealed Jack attacks are rarely reported as sexual assaults. They didn't really speak in those terms at all back then, but we can assume that the women who did come forward to claim it had been

assaulted. And it was sexual violence. I mean, that was what was happening. So when this creature finally makes it to London, it basically makes its debut by bouncing over the walls of Kensington Palace at midnight and quote unquote, dancing on the wooded lawn. So from their rumors spread like wildfire across London, and the British press starts to cover the growing citywide panic over this creature. It's not just the tabloids that are keeping tabs, the rumors become so rampant and are so mysterious that respected British publications start paying attention to it too.

The Times even reports a claim that the creature, quote, so terrified the residents of Stockwell, Brixton, Canberwell, and Voxhall that several of them had died in terror. End quote. Soon, Victorian journalists give this monster a name in a nod to his incredible jumping skills they start calling him Springheel Jack. But already the line between fact and fiction is hazy. For example, there is no evidence that anyone can find to back up the claim that any Londoners died in fear because of Springheel Jack. It's unclear how and why

that actually made it into the times, like unchecked. And then a handful of specific rumors are debunked or deemed like miscommunications. So the historian Mike Dash points out, quote, the few rumors that could be tracked down to their source turned out to their little relation to what had actually occurred. could be tracked down to their source turned out to their little relation to what it actually occurred. One reported ghost turned out to be a police inspector on a white horse, another a white face tuffer, and the report that Jack had danced on the Kensington Palace lawn turned out to be an exaggerated recounting of an unrelated incident that had occurred around 1822. What happened that event?

I mean, it could have been like the gossip because you know there was like the country cousins that somehow ended up talking to the city cousins. So it was 10 years. So maybe some like things were witnessed and the outside of town and like slowly the story made it into town. That's my personal theory.

And I am, this is going to shock you not a historian. Wait, what? So what is true about this is that there are women experiencing violent attacks and harassment at the hands of strange men and countless more are terrified that they might be next. But these fears are mostly ignored by the men in power who could be meaningfully responding in some way. And just aren't.

In early 1838, for example, someone identified only as, quote, a resident of Peckham in South London, sends a letter to the city's Lord Mayor, John Cowan, and that letter includes shocking stories about women being severely traumatized by their encounters with a, quote, supernatural attacker. This says, in part, in quote, the poor girl has never from that moment been in her sense, but on seeing any man, she screams out most violently, take him away.

There are two ladies, which your lordship will regret to hear, who have husbands and children, and who are not expected to recover, but likely to become a burden on their families. And quote, so these are women that are being so traumatized by what they're experiencing, whatever it might be that they're, it's really actually having a profound effect. But it's clear that the writer who believes these rumors feels unsafe in their community and is basically terrified and trying to report it to the mayor. Unfortunately, mayor Kallen can't seem to get past that supernatural aspect

of these claims of Spring Hill Jack. It's understandable that he might feel skeptical towards a ghost who jumps over walls and onto buildings, but in a public statement, he addresses this letter and assumes the writers of woman and mocks her, saying, she's experiencing, quote, hysteria, and he states his theory that's Frank Hale Jack is probably some burglar that wears a weird costume, and that is the extent of the investigation. But it's happening. You can't be like, something's happening, but it's actually something is happening. So you can't just say it didn't have, you know, oh my God. Yeah. Yikes. And then he basically goes on to say, this is all out of my

jurisdiction anyway. Oh, fuck you. So that settles it, I guess, then everything's fine. Yeah, it's not your problem. But just a few weeks later, in mid February of 1838, around 9 p.m., Later, in mid-February of 1838, around 9 p.m., it's a dark night, and an 18-year-old girl is named Jane Olsup. Here's ringing at the front gate of her family home in Old Ford, London. So she ventures out to see who's at the gate, and so there's like a little space between the front door and the front gate. And as she approaches, she can see a man standing there in a cloak. Before she can get too close, he calls out that he's a policeman and that he's just captured Springhael Jack and he needs her help. So like any Londoner, Jane

Woodnow, who Springhael Jack is, and it's safe to imagine that she would feel a mix of relief and respect for the fact that this cop has just finally caught him. The man tells Jane to run inside and get a candle, and Jane does it, and when she comes back, she walks down to the gate, opens it, hands the officer the candle. When the man takes the candle, he holds it close to his chest, and to Jane's horror, it reveals a horrifying face that might not even be human.

This is the quote from the Times report on that incident. Quote, he threw off his outer garment and vomited forth a quantity of blue and white flames from his mouth, and his eyes resembled red balls of fire. Jane observed that he wore a large helmet, and his dress, which appeared to fit him very tight, seemed to her to resemble white oil skin. And quote, creepy. Yeah. So the front door of Jane's house

is just behind her like a short walk away. But before she has time to turn around and run back inside, the man burst through the open gate, grabs her neck, puts her in a headlock, then he uses his metal claws to tear her clothing and her skin, and he pulls out clumps of her hair. Oh my God. She fights like hell, and she's finally able to break away, and she runs up to the front door, but just before she can grab the door knob, he catches up to her and pulls her down

onto the front steps, and the attack continues. So Jane is finally able to start screaming for help. And finally her older sister Sarah opens the door, sees Jane, who's closer now in tatters, and she's able to run out, grab Jane by her arms and pull her inside, and together they slam the door shut. Then the creature starts banging on their door,

and so they run to the windows, they throw them open and start screaming for the police, and when they do that, spring hail jack scurries away. So up until this point, sightings are attacks around London that are linked to Spring hail jack, are treated with skepticism, and when they're mentioned in newspapers, all the details are very slim.

And finding information about specific victims and their testimonies is really tough. That is not the case with Jane Alsop. Her assault has taken very seriously. It's immediately treated as credible and it has detailed reporting behind it. Clearly, the powers that be immediately believe Jane's story because she comes from a wealthy,

well-respected family. She is not the usual target, which is a woman from the working class. She's a rich girl. So they have just created the metropolitan police, which I think you talked about when you were talking about the Mr. Witcher thing. So it's very strange to imagine, but there was kind of no police department at all until like a couple years before this, I think. So they kick off an investigation the day after this attack, a detective named James Lee issues a report which notes the James attack fits a pattern. For the past month, several women in the neighborhood and even some men have reported being harassed by an unidentified perpetrator. Detective Lee says, quote, a person answering precisely his size and figure had been frequently observed walking about the lanes and lonely places enveloped in a large Spanish cloak

and was sometimes in the habit of carrying a small lantern about with him. So spooky. But like the Lord Mayor, detectively is also skeptical. He thinks this is the work of a belligerent thrill-seeking man, and he actually goes so far to suggest that Jane had quote, much mistake in the appearance of her assailant, and that the whole affair was merely the result of a drunken frolic and not the act of Spring Hill Jack.

And... Fuck you! A drunken frolic and not the act of spring hail jack and back you a drunken frolic frolic for who mother fucker why are you speaking for the monster so condescending so over the course of their investigation the metropolitan police question a handful of male suspects based on tips from the public, none of these men are ever charged for the attack. And this next incident is actually I was looking up something and I came to the unresolved podcast. They have a website that's like a blog and host, this is the host, there's a couple different unresolved podcasts.

This is the one that's hosted by Michael Wheelin and this is his blog. So this is a quote from his blog about this case. It says, quote, less than a week after the assault on Jane also on the 25th of February, Jack allegedly knocked on the door of two Turner Street, not far away from Bearbinder Lane, which is where the Alps lived. Mr. Ashworth was the owner of the house and his servant answered the door. Like with Jane, the man pulled away a large cloak and revealed what was described as a most hideous appearance. The servant screamed and Jack ran away. The servant did note that there was an embroidered coat of arms with a W on the cloak, but it's unclear if the police did anything with this information. So then just a few days later, on February 28th at around 830, two sisters are walking home in the East London neighborhood of Lyme House. One of the sisters, Lucy Scales, spots a man standing in the dark ahead of them.

So as a precaution, she steps out in front of her sister as they walk. I mean, can you imagine you're like, you worked at the matchstick factory all day long. And now it's 8.30 at night, you have an evening dinner, you're trying to get home and you're just like, well, we have to go down three more, like creepy corners and blind alleys and whatever. And though, okay, here's this guy.

As the girls pass this man, he emerges from the shadows, gets right up in Lucy's face, and as he does, a hot, bluish flame shoots out of his mouth. Lucy falls to the ground screaming. She's temporarily blinded. The man runs away. Then Lucy starts convulsing. Luckily, she makes a full recovery.

And when she files a report with the local magistrate, she describes her attacker as wearing a cloak and having, quote, a tall, thin gentlemanly appearance. Lucy also says that the man carried a small lantern, which was held up to his face before she was showered with his fiery breath. So this encounter also gets written up in British newspapers probably because it's right after Jane's attack, it doesn't make as much of a splash, probably because Lucy's family isn't prominent like Jane's,

but Detective Lee is again on the scene and he starts his investigation by visiting the spot where the attack happened. And when he's there, he notes, quote, no place could be better adopted for such an act as persons could be seen at considerable distance approaching it on both sides." But even as a few men are questioned in connection with this assault, they're all eventually released and no one's ever charged. So now a new wave of terror hits London. And before long, it seems like everyone has a story

about encountering Springheel Jack. Later that year, in 1838, a melodrama called Springheel Jack is staged at the Royal Pavilion Theater, which is a theater that caters to the working class crowd. So it's basically like, here's this thing, you guys are all dealing with the scared shitless of. Now we can go have a catharsis in the theater class crowd. So it's basically like, here's this thing, you guys are all dealing with the scared shitless of. Now we can go have a catharsis in the theater about it. Between 1840 and 1869, Spring Hill Jack is seen

in the Midlands in 1863. He's spotted in Middlesex. Later he's seen in Sheffield, Lincolnshire, Liverpool, and even in some foreign countries. But the line between hard facts and imagination remains hazy. In 1877, for example, a creature fitting that Springhael Jack's description terrorizes soldiers at an army barracks near Aldershot, which is 40 miles southwest of London. And an American tabloid reported on that, saying that the creature slapped, wrestled, and out

ran centuries before ultimately vanishing into thin air. Although the local British military newspaper reports a little more cautiously saying, quote, someone or other appears to have made up his mind to play some rather questionable pranks with the centuries at this camp while on night duty. And quote, like everyone was drinking and here's what happened. Yeah, exactly. And enough time has passed that people aren't going straight to the Spring Hill Jack theory. So there are aspects of the Spring Hill Jack legend that are based in truth. Multiple women were victims of real assaults.

Some of these attacks were explicitly committed by a human or a human-like creature dressed in a cape wearing tight clothing with the appearance of a aristocrat. But other than that, we don't know exactly who or what Spring Hail Jack is, but there are many theories. So plenty of people of the time fully believed that this fire breathing high jumping creature was a demon, the devil or a ghost. In more recent years, some people have suggested it

could have been an alien. One of the most popular theories is that a very wealthy man known as the Makwis of Waterford, his actual name is Henry Barisford, is the mastermind behind Springhael Jack. He was a big character, he was a fixture of the Victorian society gossip mill. He came from a wealthy Irish family and he inherited his own fortune when he was very, very young. And then he became notorious for using that fortune

to bankroll his party party lifestyle. Everybody in London knew that this guy loved to get drunk and get into trouble. And according to Dr. Emily Zarga, his exploits involved a slew of pranks, like streaking, he would pay people to fight him. He actually, he was charged once for throwing meat out of a butcher shop. He also tried to pay some city officials to run two trains at each other and force them to crash just so everyone could watch it, like for the fun of it. So it's parallel to your story. It's like rich Guy Mayhem. So in the late 1830s, when Spring Hail Jack first pops up

in the London area, Henry's hijinks are at their absolute peak. So legend has it that in 1837, Henry and his gang of equally rich, always drunk friends, they basically went on like a wilding where they were super drunk. they had to stop at a toll booth. And when the toll booth operator basically were like, you have to pay to go through this gate.

There was some construction kind of supplies nearby. And they found a can of red paint. And they just started painting. They painted the toll booth operator red. They painted the toll booth operator red. They painted the toll booth red. They started going and just putting red paint on doors everywhere. And windows, it was just pointless drunken vandalism. And it's where the phrase paint the town red comes from.

Shut your face. Yep. Here's a quote about Henry from Wikipedia. It says says quote, that Lord Waterford had some role has been accepted by several modern authors who suggest that a humiliating experience with a woman and a police officer could have given him the idea of creating the character as a way of getting even with police and women in general. They speculate that he could have designed with the help of

friends who were experts in applied mechanics, some of the apparatus for special spring healed boots, and that he may have practiced fire-spitting techniques in order to increase the unnatural appearance of his character. They also note that the embroidered coat of arms with the W letter that was observed by the servant during the Ashworth incident was his last name, Sargewood W. He's the Lord Waterford. Oh, no. Yes. And so that's the one piece that actually hooks him up with circumstantial evidence, but it's pretty fascinating. Because when you look at it that way of like, what if a rich guy was just like wild and just wanted to only fuck with people all the time and just had money to burn, what we

do and how would you do it. And if he was drunk or that was like a part of it, the idea that it would just escalate makes perfect sense over time where it starts out he's spooking people and scaring people, then he's really starting to like it. I think he did it. I don't care. I don't want to even hear anymore. Just the end.

Goodbye. Stay sexy. The idea that he could have been Springhael Jack doesn't seem out of the question. He was repeatedly described as looking gentlemanly, but even if the Mark, Mark, Mark Lee, and his friends were involved, we'll never know for sure. And they couldn't be responsible for all of the sightings

of Springhael Jack, because they actually continued on past the time of his death. The fact is the initial panic around Springhael Jack spawned decades worth of imposters. Over the years, multiple Springhael Jack copycats, all men were questioned, arrested, or fined for the stunts that they pulled while dressed up as the famous boogie man,

including a quote, gentily dressed man that showed up to a London pub, announced that he was Springhael Jack, pulled out a club and began swinging it at the landlady. What the fuck? Yeah, so some researchers have also tried to explain Jack's supernatural features. They argue that his jumping skills were likely exaggerations

by traumatized witnesses that his claws could have been specially adapted gloves. And when it comes to spitting fire, historian Mike Dash makes a valid point. He says, quote, Jack needed a naked flame to affect his trick. In the alsob case, he specifically requested a candle postponing his attack and increasing the risk of detection by doing so, when one was brought, he held it at chest level, then began to breathe his blue and white flames, and similarly, he lifted a lantern to the same height just before attacking Lucy Scales. This behavior is highly reminiscent of that of a carnival fire breather. So someone somewhere along the line could have taught

the rich guy who loved to do crazy shit. How to do that. For sure. Another theory is that the uptick of Spring Hill jacksightings and encounters in the 1830s is an example of a collective delusion or hallucination. Sociologist Robert Bartholomew says, quote, collective delusions can involve exaggerated feelings of danger within communities at large,

where members of an affected population are concerned over what they believe is an immediate personal threat. End quote. So Victorian England, as I said, is a scary place. That's especially true for poor and working class women who were considered second class citizens and who's concerned around the violence

that they basically had to endure every day could just easily be dismissed, even by the mayor of London as hysteria. Historians have wondered if Springfield Jack became a more relatable, accessible way to talk about their baseline fear, this instability and this anxiety that Victorian women felt every day. It's suspected that some victims of assault could have misidentified their male attackers

as Spring Heal Jack because it's easier to blame a monster for the violence than to accuse a man that they knew. Historians also point out that Spring Heal Jack seemed to give women of the time a coded way to talk about sexual violence. In 1845, for example, a new and terrifying story spread like wildfire amongst London's poorest women. It said that a sex worker named Maria Davis was attacked by Springhael Jack in broad daylight, that he spit flames into her face, forced her over a bridge, she fell into an open sewer and drowned. And this

would be the first instance of Springhael Jack actually murdering someone, but it's not in any way backed up by historical record. And that makes some historians believe that it's an urban legend that was passed around as a cautionary tale on the risks of interacting with strange men. So in an interesting twist, Victorian Brits will eventually reverse the legend of Spring Hail Jack and transform him from a monster into a scrappy superhero. In the early 1860s, Spring Heal Jack becomes the protagonist in a series of penny dreadfuls, which were the pulpy and salacious booklets that pulled their inspiration from real-life crimes and headlines.

And in these penny dreadfuls, Spring Heal Jack is still a spooky prankster, but now he's also a vigilante who looks out for London's most disenfranchised residents. And this Springhael Jack is written to be a hero for women, diligently protecting them from danger. So whether or not this catharsis closed the chapter on Springhael Jack and his legend, a little more than a decade later, in 1888, the city will suffer another rash of attacks, this time they're very, very real and they are far grislier, and

a new faceless monster will terrorize the streets of London and once again the victims will be working class women. The White Chapel murders are committed by a serial killer that is nicknamed Jack the Ripper and just like Spring Hill Jack before him, his identity remains a mystery to this day. And if we're just going to be, you know, this way about it, which I always love to be, if we're going to theorize the potential of a collective delusion or a collective hallucination, I want to push it even further and entertain the theory that it was a collective premonition, that the women of London knew that Jack the Ripper was coming. And that's what was happening.

Was bringing on Jack. Scary. That's scary. And that's, I mean, but the fact is, it's like, it was happening. People were getting women were getting assaulted. It was real. And also, the premonition idea is, it's just kind of my corny ending, but it also could go in the other way, which is if, just say, a rich drunk and Irish prankster was responsible for Spring Hill Jack, but he basically started off as like, I love pranks and then it went into, I want to hurt people.

Totally, or I can get away with whatever I want in this costume, I'm gonna just push it further. And in these neighborhoods and in these dark alleys, that someone else picked up on that and learned that and went, I'm going to push it further. So that's it, Creepy. The real Jack, the Ripper, was inspired by Spring Hail Jack. I can see that for sure.

Yeah. We'll never know, but that is the story of Victorian England's aristocratic fire breathing bogeyman Spring Hail Jack. Oh, wow. I mean, the fact that they're both named Jack is very eerie, you know? Yep. Wow, great job.

Thank you. A Karen specialty right there. Oh, all of my favorite things, breathing fire, housemaids, you know. Yeah, wow. All right. Well, that's another one. We finished another one for you, dear listener. We sure did.

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