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The Podcaster Who Loved Mugshots Until They Were His Own

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There is a particular kind of arrogance that develops when someone spends years building a platform off publicly humiliating other people. Eventually, they begin believing they are the narrator instead of the subject. They convince themselves they are the one holding the flashlight, never the person standing inside its beam. But public records have a funny way of humbling people who build careers weaponizing the mistakes, allegations, arrests, lawsuits, and embarrassing moments of others while pretending their own history deserves privacy, nuance, or forgiveness. That hypocrisy becomes impossible to ignore when the same podcast personalities who gleefully splash someone else’s mugshots across the internet suddenly grow very quiet about their own court records. For years now, portions of the true crime podcast world have transformed into something far uglier than journalism. It is no longer enough to report facts. The modern formula requires humiliation. Mugshots are treated like trophi...

The Man in the Bowling Alley: A Violent Encounter, a Survivor’s Fight, and the Questions That Still Linger

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 The story of is unsettling not simply because of what prosecutors said happened in the parking lot of a bowling alley in 2010, but because of the details that feel oddly ritualistic, improvised, and predatory all at once. According to testimony, Peter Allen Roberts Sr. encountered 24-year-old Elizabeth Davey outside Blackiston Bowl in the early morning hours after both had been inside bowling and drinking. What followed became the center of a criminal trial that prosecutors described as “shocking” and “unbelievable.” Roberts was ultimately convicted on all counts related to intimidation, battery, and criminal confinement after jurors deliberated for more than five hours. The prosecution’s version of events painted a terrifying picture. Davey testified that Roberts grabbed her outside the bowling alley, dragged her to his truck, forced her inside, placed a rope noose around her neck, and threatened her with a knife while she begged to be released because she had a young child wai...

Angel Carlick disappeared on a spring night in Whitehorse; nearly six months later, her remains were found—but the truth about what happened to her is still missing

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 On May 26, 2007, in Whitehorse, Yukon, nineteen-year-old Angel Carlick stepped out into the night with plans, with purpose, and with a future that—by every account—was just beginning to take shape. She was weeks away from graduating high school, a milestone that should have marked the start of something new. Instead, it became a dividing line between who she was and the unanswered questions that now define her story. Angel was not drifting through life. She was building one. She worked at a local non-profit, running a dinner program where she cooked meals for children in her community. That detail matters, because it speaks to who she was at her core—someone who showed up for others, someone who understood responsibility, someone who gave her time and energy to people who needed it. She loved music and painting, and those who knew her describe a young woman who was both creative and deeply connected to the people around her. She was a youth advocate, a loyal friend, and a protecti...

You Don’t Get to Hide Behind the Microphone

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There is a growing tension within true crime storytelling that the industry has been reluctant to confront directly, and it is not a minor or abstract concern. It is a structural issue that sits at the heart of how credibility is built, maintained, and, in some cases, quietly eroded. As the genre continues to expand and influence public perception in meaningful ways, the standards applied to those telling the stories deserve the same level of scrutiny as the stories themselves. Modern true crime creators do far more than recount events. They analyze behavior, interpret evidence, and shape narratives that can influence how audiences view real people and real cases. In doing so, they assume a level of authority that extends beyond entertainment. That authority is not formal, but it is real, and it carries with it an expectation of consistency. Audiences are not simply consuming content; they are being asked to trust the judgment, reasoning, and ethical framework of the person delivering...

When True Crime Storytelling Becomes Harm

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  True crime sits at a complicated intersection: it is part journalism, part entertainment, part advocacy, and sometimes part amateur investigation. That combination can be powerful. It can also be dangerous when handled without discipline. Without standards, several patterns emerge: Reputational harm to individuals who are discussed without sufficient evidence or context Distortion of facts , where speculation is presented as narrative truth Retraumatization of victims and families , whose lives are revisited for content without consent or care Public misinterpretation of unresolved cases , leading to confusion, harassment, or interference The issue is not that true crime exists. The issue is how it is being produced. There is a fundamental difference between storytelling that informs and storytelling that exploits. And right now, the line between those two is often blurred—or ignored entirely. Empathy is often cited as the solution. Creators talk about “holding spa...

Where is Sharon Lynn Pretorius?

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On September 28, 1973, the day followed a pattern that should have ended in something ordinary—homework, dinner, the quiet close of a Friday in Dayton . Instead, it became the last known chapter in the life of thirteen-year-old Sharon Lynn Pretorius. She had done everything right that day. She attended her classes at Fairview High School, where she was a freshman who had already skipped a grade. By every account, Sharon was disciplined, intelligent, and responsible beyond her years. After school, she went home. She had a piano lesson. The structure of her life was intact, predictable, steady. Then she left again—this time to collect money along her newspaper route for the Dayton Journal Herald. That was the last time anyone can say with certainty that they saw her. What makes Sharon’s disappearance especially unsettling is not just what happened, but what didn’t happen. She never made it to a single house on her route. Not one customer reported seeing her that afternoon. It was as ...

A generic sketch, a distinctive car, and the details that still deserve a second look in the Melissa Witt case

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 I came across this article again — “Police ask for help finding Witt witness” — and I want to zero in on the specific details it included about the man and the vehicle, because those are the pieces that still have the potential to matter. According to the article, the man investigators were trying to identify was described as being between 20 and 30 years old, approximately 5 feet 11 inches tall, and weighing around 180 pounds. He had curly strawberry blond hair and possibly a beard. He was reportedly seen near the location where Melissa Witt’s body was later found, and what stood out to the witness was that he appeared out of place — notably, he did not have any hunting equipment with him. At one point, he was also seen changing clothes in that area. The vehicle associated with him was described in much more specific detail. It was a dark gray or black newer model car. It had what appeared to be a racing stripe or decal on the passenger side rear quarter panel, possibly in pur...