I posted in January about changes I've been making both in my private life and on this blog. They were not the only changes that I planned on implementing, and this post is going to detail a smaller one I've made, and it's one that I'm really happy with.
We've been digging into some dark territory lately, and I thought we'd take a break from it for one month and talk about something, while not lighter, certainly less gruesome.
On June 16, 1907, the Irish Crown Jewels were discovered missing from their home at Dublin Castle. Embarrassingly, they were stolen right from under the noses of those charged with protecting them, and could have been missing for weeks before their theft was discovered. They've never been found, and to this day no one knows who took them.
This month on Into the Unknown, we explore one of the weirdest cases I've ever read about. The disappearance of Arnold Archambeau and his girlfriend, Ruby Bruguier, was strange enough in the beginning. They and their passenger, Ruby's cousin Tracy Dion, had been drinking and were in a serious car accident. But that was only the beginning. And when Arnold's body was found months later, the mystery surrounding the new parents' disappearance only deepened.
This case starts out sounding like a run-of-the-mill disappearance, but then things take a hard left and things get...weird. Buckle up for this one.
The title of this post says it all. I messed up, but I have fixed it and we can all move on.
Except I want to talk about it, because I feel like the world doesn't really understand what an undertaking being an independent author is sometimes. This is sort of a continuation of my last post, The Rundown. If you haven't read that one, head over there, then come on back and read about my mistake. And how I fixed it.
Warning: this gets a little sweary. Okay, a lot sweary. Gird your loins.
This month's mystery is a horrific one, and I will start out this post with an additional warning than I usually offer. You might not like what you are about to read, as it involves violence against a child, a woman, and even a newborn, as well as the murder of their hardworking patriarch. This case is hard to stomach, and one that I had a hard time researching.
On November 18, 1987, the bodies of four members of the Dardeen family were discovered in their home. The father, Keith, was missing and initially was suspected of killing his family, only to be found murdered himself later on. A dead family was bad enough, but what was worse was the exact circumstances of their murders.
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