“Thank you, Arthur,” I said. “For everything.” He nodded and walked out to his Lincoln, leaving me alone in my house. My real house, not…
I didn’t stop. I didn’t answer. I walked right past him through the open French doors into my living room, where 50 people were gathered…
Next, the kitchen. I used a chair to climb up and place the second camera on top of the refrigerator, pushing it back against the…
Once I was in the system with a dementia diagnosis, no one would listen to a word I said about forged deeds or stolen tools.…
“Look, Shirley, client confidentiality and all that, but I like you. You fixed my roof when it was leaking buckets.” He pulled out a ledger…

Every July, my mother hosted a garden party at the old house on Briarwood Lane in Connecticut. White tents rose over the lawn, magnolia trees…
They also found a note written in her last days. I am Rebecca Hartwell. I was married at 13 to a monster. I endured eight…
Most importantly, she learned about the clearing and what happened there. Dr. Y Brennan, with his medical knowledge, was the architect of the tortures. James…
He was cutting, carving. While the other men watched and offered suggestions like they were discussing a piece of furniture being built rather than a…

They called it the Hartwell Massacre. When authorities broke into the mansion in March 1868, they found a scene so disturbing that three deputies…





