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The House That Watched Back By RICHIE D. MOWREY for The Sassy Gazette Truth in stilettos. Fear in the mailbox. Imagine closing on your dream home the one you swore you’d grow old in, the one your kids already picked out bedrooms for  and then the letters start showing up. Not love notes. Not welcome-to-the-neighborhood cards. No. Threats. Typed. Cold. Watching. Words that crawl under your skin and whisper, “I see you… I see your children… I’m waiting.” And just like that, the house you prayed for becomes the house you can’t set foot in. You never move in. You never get to live that dream. The home wins. The Watcher wins. And all you’re left with is fear and a mailbox you’ll never open the same way again. 657 Boulevard at night where the house might have been watching back. The Letter It began with a plain envelope. Handwritten. Addressed to “The New Owner.” Inside was a typed letter that felt less like a welcome... and more like a warning. A threat...

🕯️ Boxed In by Monsters: How Colleen Stan Survived the Hookers’ House of Hell By RICHIE D. MOWREY for The Sassy Gazette’s Dicking Around With Richie A True Crime Feed This post wasn’t supposed to be about Colleen Stan. Not at first. I walked into this research ready to drag Cameron Hooker’s name across the concrete until sparks flew. The man is a sadistic architect who didn’t just build a box he built a tomb for a living woman and called it love. But the more I read, the more I listened, the more I felt the story began to shift. The crimes didn’t stay loud the survivor did. Colleen’s story didn’t just step forward; it shoved every other piece of this case aside and said: Tell mine. Completely. Because when you truly understand what it means to live in a coffin under your captor’s marital bed when you feel the silence she was forced to swallow, the darkness she had to call home, the terror she learned to breathe through you don’t walk away unchanged. You don’t center the monst...

Mass Murder at 5,000 Feet: The Bombing of United Air Lines Flight 629 By Richie D. Mowrey Dicking Around With Richie: A True Crime Feed On November 1, 1955, a United Air Lines DC-6B known as the Mainliner Denver rose into the Colorado night sky on what should have been an ordinary westbound flight. It would never reach its destination. Eleven minutes after takeoff, the plane exploded in mid-air, raining fire and metal across the sugar beet fields outside Longmont, Colorado. All forty-four souls on board were killed instantly. This was not an accident. It was the first confirmed bombing of a commercial airliner in American history an act of cold, personal vengeance disguised as an aviation disaster. And it forever changed the way America understood both air travel safety and the terrifying reach of private hatred. Mrs. Daisie E. King, 53 the intended target of the bombing. Her son did not merely kill her. He killed everyone around her. When Hate Becomes a Weapon J...

🪞 The Girl in the Mirror: The Murder of Leah Kincaid By RICHIE D. MOWREY for The Sassy Gazette “Say her name three times… if you dare.” They say the mirror remembers. The way it shatters. The way it screams. The way it watches. In the early hours of April 13, 2004 , 17-year-old Leah Kincaid was found dead in her bedroom in New Wilmington, Pennsylvania  throat slit, pupils blown wide, a shard of glass clutched in her hand. Her mirror? Smashed clean down the middle. Her diary? Filled with entries about Bloody Mary . The police blamed a jealous ex-boyfriend. The media called it a tragedy. But the town’s girls whispered something else: She summoned her… and Mary came. 📍 Scene of the Crime The official police report is blunt: Leah was killed sometime between 2:00 and 3:30 AM. Her parents discovered her body after hearing a crash. No signs of forced entry. No defensive wounds. No bloody footprints. But there was blood on the mirror . And not just splatter a h...

🪓 The Axeman of Appalachia: A Forgotten Butcher By Richie D. Mowrey · The Sassy Gazette Between 1979 and 1983, a wave of murders swept through Appalachia’s forgotten trails mountain cabins torched, bodies butchered, and ritual symbols left behind. He was called the Axeman. But most outside the local counties never heard his name. The Forgotten Files In a manila folder buried in a forgotten precinct filing cabinet, investigators found faded Polaroids, handwritten case notes, and a map labeled “AX-RIT-79.” What they had was not a single murder but a pattern. The Totem and Scar At multiple sites, authorities found a strange wood-carved totem near the victims. In one case, the corpse bore a spiral-shaped scar at the wrist , carved after death. Locals whispered it resembled a “root marker.” < The Spiral Ritual Floor One abandoned hunting cabin revealed what authorities dubbed “the ritual floor”  chalk spirals layered with blood patterns, melted wax, and ash. Loca...

⚰️ The Coffin Baby of Schenley Park Genre: Abandoned child case with a haunted legacy “I wasn’t supposed to survive.” 🕯️ Discovery in the Grove In October of 1993, a morning jogger stumbled upon something that would freeze Pittsburgh’s blood for years. In a secluded grove of Schenley Park, beneath fog-drenched oaks and brittle leaves, lay a silver-clasped coffin locked, aged, and shockingly small. When authorities arrived and pried it open, they expected to recover remains. Instead, they found an infant girl alive but barely. Dehydrated, cold to the touch, and wrapped in what investigators described as “ritual linens.” 🧠 Jane Doe Speaks Now, more than thirty years later, that baby known in headlines as the Coffin Baby has stepped forward. In a rare interview, the woman (requesting to remain anonymous) shared fragmented memories: red candles, robed shadows, and a lullaby not sung by a human throat. Most hauntingly, she recalls a mark on her foot and the woman sh...