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REMASTERED – Episode 27: On the Farm

2022-05-02 | 🔗

REMASTERED – Episode 27: On the Farm

It’s time to return for a walk through the snow and explore the barn of a small farmhouse in the woods of Germany, known today as Hinterkaifeck. Brand new narration and production, plus an entirely new Epilogue story at the end. Don’t miss this Remastered fan-favorite!

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The. in nineteen forty three Abraham Maslovs gifted the world with his list of five core essentials that every human being has in common. Today we call the chart Maslovs Hierarchy of needs and it still framework for how we understand and study much of human behaviour in our modern world. The list includes a few obvious entries, such as are the illogical needs in our desire for love and affection. There are deeper concepts to like self actual ASEAN and esteem they're just as important, but a bit harder for many people to understand
his glance. But it's the last item on the list that I want to focus on it. I will seems too obvious to be there, but at the same time it has a bit of everything, its basic yet complex. It straddles the line, and maybe that's why it so important to all of us. What is it safety humans like to feel safe? Our pursuit of safety is Or to who we are ass, people, it's not unique to humans for sure animals are very good at finding and building homes wherever they can, but its undeniable. That safety drives a lot of our decisions, and rightly so. We deserve to fuels. If one could argue that it's a subset of freedom, when we are fully income, troll of our own lives. A portion of that control will always be diverted towards safety. we find safety in many different places, though we find it in groups of friends because, as every horror movie has taught us, there's safety in numbers right, we find it's in places
like work, our schools and religious buildings, although those are admittedly much less safe today than they were a generation ago. It's in our homes, though, that we find the most safety we nest. There in a sense. We build a cocoon around ourselves that protects us from the weather, from outsiders and from harm the tragically. Sometimes, that's not enough. I am Erin Monkey and this is lore No one likes Andreas Gruber, they thought the old farmer was greedy and the public perception of the man was that he was rude and cranky, but he was an old crusty farmer and no one around him appreciated that very much Gruber was sixty three,
and his wife sincerely. I was seventy two. They lived on their farm about forty miles north of Munich, between the small german towns of English, dot and shrubbery house, and it wasn't there. Farm now, Noah belong to their daughter. Thirty five year Old Victoria, who lived there on the farm, with them alone with her two children, her daughter Cecilia with was seven and Joseph was to, and it was Josephs birth that really got the neighbors talking victorious husband Carl had left to serve in the first World war in eighteen fourteen, while she was pregnant with their daughter. According to all reports, he died there in the trenches and never returned so who Father Joseph local gossip, fuelled by a dislike of Andrea, Gruber claim. The boy was a product of incest between Victoria and her father. The birth certificate, though, simply listed the initials L S, leaving the boys paternity, a mystery to wonder, and was
moreover, the fine provided ample privacy from the gossip, though it sat in a large clearing in the thick german forest, close enough to nearby Kai fact to be part of the village yet far enough away eight to be outside the normal flow of life. There hinder, as the Germans would say, the farm was hinder or behind the village of car effect, so most called it in Turkey back they still rapid with a village, though young Cecilia, attended school, there are six days a week, the postman The bird mail to the farm regularly and uncle woman even lived with the groupers as their made from everything I've read about the family. They seem be nothing more than ordinary sure they were. broken in certain ways victorious last husband Andreas. His reputation as a greedy crank were hard to miss but overall they were just one more german family trying to do their best to get by in the autumn
of nineteen twenty one. The Gruber is made quit her job there on the farm she claimed of all things at the farm was hunting, She had heard noises when no one else should have been around. She noticed items that had been moved items that no one else would admit to she never felt alone. It took a while to find a replacement and, in the meantime, winter arrived life on the fire became more insular. There were no crops to tend to so the groupers cared for their animals and state warm, but little things were beginning to happen that caught their attention things it shouldn't be happening and it made them wonder if maybe just maybe their old maid had been right. They began to hear those same noises up in the attic.
es even found a newspaper in the house that he had no memory of buying when he asked his daughter and wife, they were just as baffled and then one of the house keys went missing. It was unsettling to say the least in late March of nineteen twenty two though Andreas noticed the most unusual thing, he'd been outside the house to fetch something. Perhaps if I or white, or a check on the exterior of the house. The night before had given them another fresh layer of snow on the ground. So perhaps he needed to inspect the roof. We don't really know, but, as he walked from the house to the Barn Andreas claimed, he saw footprints in the snow. They started at the edge of the forest and covered the distance between the trees and the house. Ending there. Perhaps a traveler pass through in the night. Maybe a local had been walking through the
snow and gotten lost that happened from time to time. But what was odd about the tracks to undress was that they didn't go back. They just ended there. We know this because Gruber himself told some of the locals. While he was in town the next day. He was clearly disturbed by the things he had seen, but none of his neighbors had experienced anything similar, and that was the last time anyone saw the old farmer alive.
The first clue that anything odd was going on at least to the people of Quebec, was when little to Celia failed to show up for school on Saturday April. First, the next day the entire family was absent from church, where they attended, pardon the pun. Religiously did Celia Miss School, on Monday as well. Finally, when the postman arrived on Tuesday, he found Monday's mail still on the porch, where he'd left it. This drew his suspicion and he mentioned it back in the village. The people there put the pieces together and decided something had to be amiss so later that day a group of neighbours gathered together and they quickly set off to visit the farm. You know how muffled in quiet it can get outside when there's a lot of snow. As if the sounds of the world around you have been met, an hushed now imagine that those men were keenly aware of. That's unnatural silence, standing
outside the Gruber farmhouse that day, one of them shouted out for undress or any one else in the house to come out and speak with them. They just wanted to make sure everyone was safe and well, but no one answered just more of that. Muted snow covered silent, not giving up one of the neighbours, a local me, in Lawrence. Schlichten Bower led the group to the barn. It was daylight, so perhaps sundry as can be found working in there with the animals, but when they opened the door, they were greeted by a grisly site. There, on the straw covered floor, lay the bloody bodies of Andreas, his wife and daughter, and young Cecilia. It was clear that something horrible had happened to the family and Schlichten Bower quickly walked from the barn to the house, which were connect
it by a door and inside he found more bloodshed. Maria Baumgarten, the new made, who had started work on the farm the previous day, lay dead in her own bed. Little Joseph last to be found had met the same fate. It was a scene of devastation and Gore and allow-
the men stun, within a matter of hours, investigators from Munich, arrived to go over the scene and gather evidence they wanted to piece together. What had happened to discover the story and fine clues that might point to the person or people responsible. What they did uncover, though, was far more disturbing than answers. It appeared that each of the adults in the barn had been led there, one at a time whoever the killer had been. They had appeared to call each person into the barn alone where they executed them with a farm tool known as a magic. A sort of pickaxe used for cutting each blow to the head was powerful and deadly, and each victim most likely died instantly. The bodies inside the house had the same type of wounds, Maria and Joseph were found in pools of their own blood, their skulls crushed by their attacker. As far as the police were concerned, whoever wielded the weapon knew how to use it and they,
It's so without hesitation. This was cold, blooded murder. Without a doubt, the trouble was the weapon seem to be missing. It was just gone. Other aspects of the crime didn't seem to line up with logic for one there seemed to be no motive behind the actions of the killer. It was now onto a few in the village that, just weeks before Victoria had withdrawn all of her son. Means borrowed more from her dead husband sister and brought the cash home. She told people that she planned to invest in the farm cheap, even made a large seven hundred mark donation to the village church.
All of the remaining money was still there in the house. The killer had taken it, nor had they taken any of the other valuables that filled the farmhouse. Nothing was stolen, whoever had called the groupers into their barn, whoever had swung the pickaxe and ended all of their lives. They weren't interested in money. Another detail that seems odd was the condition of the house and farm. In most instances a killer will flee the scene after the crime has been committed, but here there were signs to the contrary, The animals in the barn appeared to have been fed and watered throughout the weekend and not by an amateur either. Whoever had tended them knew his way around a farm, but most disturbing of all
the reports from neighbours that smoke had been seen rising from the chimney of the farmhouse all throughout the weekend, food had been eaten and one of the beds had been slept in. It was hard to believe, but the facts didn't lie. The Gruber families killer didn't run. Instead, he stayed in the house long after the bodies had turned cold as if nothing had happened, at all. The question, of course, was a simple one. Who could do such a thing, but this was nineteen. Twenty two csi wasn't a thing that really existed yet there was no dna analysis available to investigators. Even fingerprint identification was too young to have reached the farmlands of german Bavaria, but even if there had been better tools, there were other obstacles to
covering the truth. The local man who initially stumbled upon the bodies led by Lawrence Schlichten Bower, had disturbed much of the crime scene while the maid and young Joseph had each been covered with cloth by the killer, the boy these in the barn had been stacked like lumber. On top of this maxim, pile the killer had placed in old door and then hey it had been scattered all over it in an attempt to hide it. So when slit and Baur entered the barn with the others, he actually lifted the door and began to move the bodies making a full and accurate investigation impossible. According to those who watched him, slitting Bauer lifted and moved the corpses with no emotion or hesitation, as if the sight of it all didn't, bother him or was it new to him, and it was that, along with some other subtle clues
that quickly moved him to the top of the list of suspects. Why would he do it? Well, he told one of the men that he moved the bodies because he was looking for his son. Think back for a moment. Remember the questionable parentage of young Joseph, whose birth certificate simply listed. One l ass as the Father numerous neighbour testimonies, made it clear that that man was prints, slit, Bower L S and that went a long way towards explaining why he led the men from the barn into the house had been looking for his son Joseph, but Accord to some of the men with him that day, the door between the barn and the kitchen had been locked. They knew that because Schlichten Bower pulled a key from his pockets and unlocked the door, which was more A little curious, seeing as how Gruber had mentioned in town that one of his housekeeper had gone missing and one final bit. The family dog was seen by the postman on the day before, where it had been tied to a call,
of the barn. When the men arrived on Tuesday, though they found it in the barn wounded but alive. When Tosh Lytton Bower, the animal barked uncontrollably. All of the clues seemed odd and out of place, they make your mind, perk up and feel like something deeper was going on, but at face value they prove nothing and that's the frustrating part. The dog might have just been barking because of the bodies slitting Bower might have had a key simply because he was the Gruber closest neighbour. Like I said, these clues were subtle and that's why he was never formally charged with crime. As for if some people believe that Victoria had sued Lawrence over alimony and the man had refused clearly Victoria needed money shortly before the murders, as her bank withdrawal suggested. But historians are doubtful. most likely reality. They believe is that Joseph's father was
none other than his grandfather undress and the arrangement with Lawrence was simply an effort to save face in the village But alternative theories have also been suggested. There are who believed that victorious husband, Carl did not in fact die during World war, one, it seems that no body was ever recovered or sent home at a friend of Carl's, even testified later to seen him alive in the mid nineteen twenties. Some people wonder, could Carl have had a hand in the murders, perhaps out of anger towards Victoria's relation, it was a little power while he was away at war dive, even read and other theory that claimed Andreas. had been waiting for an important letter of some kind. I can't find or than a mention of it, but what? If killer in the letter were connected. That might explain why he stayed in the house for a few days after the murders he'd been waiting to intercept whatever the letter contained and one last thought,
by all accounts the killer had been in or around the Gruber home many times before. The events of March thirty, first, the Gruber as former made, had quit her job because she felt like the place was hunted. There had been an unrecognized newspaper, the odd noises, the missing key weeks and weeks of unusual activity but eventually led up to the day at the murders. The day mind you, but the new made started working there, Maria Baumgarten had been killed, just whereas after arriving for her first day on the job it makes, you wonder, did her arrival upset the plans of whoever it was that seem to be stocking the Gruber family? Did she see him and pay for it with her life
in Turkey back has the feel of a cabin in them It's the centrepiece of many a horror, films, novel a place of retreat, far from it and in prying eyes of the outside world, where we could go and get away from it all a place where we can find safety in the middle of an unsafe wilderness home away from home. We all want to feel safe and thankfully most of us do, but there's just enough risk on the outside of the Bell curve that were always left wondering what? If and that's how fear works. It sits in the dark corner at the edge of our minds and watches. We know it's not going to step out.
into the light, but we can feel it glaring at us from the shadows. I can't help but wonder if the Gruber is ever had that sensation during those last few months. If maybe there had been time when Andreas just couldn't shake the feeling that some one was watching him did Victoria have moments when she felt like she wasn't alone will never know the answers to those questions, and fortunately the one more tiny mystery. The physician who perform the autopsies on all six victims had their heads removed and sent to Munich for further study. Some reports claim that a our voyage was part of that research, but I can't find proof of that. Their bodies were buried nearby in now modern day, vied, often but their skin remained in Munich and were eventually lost in the chaos of world war. Two.
Today, the form in the woods is little more than a memory. All that is left to day is a small memorial, but over the year that followed the tragedy there, it stood empty like a crept in the middle of that clearing in the forest. A constant reminder to the neighbors who passed by of the people they lost in the vote.
since that had visited their small village. That might be why they finally tore down and nineteen twenty three. Maybe they couldn't stand to look at it again. Maybe it needed upkeep that required going inside and no one was willing to do that. Maybe they just wanted to move on and forget whatever the true reason was, it was only after the farm was torn down that the murder weapon was finally discovered. One of the men found it among the debris at the top of the pile mixed in with items that had been in storage. It had been hidden inside the house all alone. In the last place. Any one would think to look the attic
The murders, Annette Small Hint York Farm are fascinating to us because of their brutality and uniqueness. The idea that a killer, It might settle in and live in the scene of their crime for awhile. Well, it's unsettling and compelling, but the undercurrent beneath it all is even more attractive. The fact that it remains unsolved because most of us hates incomplete, puzzles and challenges that haven't been surmounted, which is why I pulled together one more mystery to throw it you, one that has its own kind of beauty at the center stick around through this brief sponsor break to hear all about it
Mary was an only child born in it In twenty, her mother ran a boarding house, and her father had worked on esteem shit, New York City, so busy place for ships after all and that kept him very busy as well putting food on the table. But when With seventeen, her life blew up first, her father, steamship, literally exploded leaving her grieving mother at a loss for how to make ends meet so Mary went looking for. job and eventually land in employment as a clerk in a nearby tobacco shop, which is where the second explosion happen celebrity. This is wild, generalization and assumption. I know, but I'm guessing the typical tobacco shop employ back then was a bit more old and grizzled from all that smoke. Mary
being young and pretty clearly stood out in that attention brought in more customers which earned her a bigger paycheck. I dont want that to be tossed aside. As a small detail, though, you see, Mary became something of a celebrity as a result with customers coming from all over just a glimpse. The woman many called the beautiful cigar girl,
There are reports of famous people, including sleepy hollow author, Washington, Irving, actually making the trip to the shop just to confirm the legend of her beauty and look. I know it's creepy and I like to think folks today would handle it better, but then again, platforms like Instagram and Tiktok might suggest that no, it probably would play out the same today. Make of that. What you will know in one last bit of context, Mary was so popular within the first year of taking her job at the tobacco shop met. Some historians believe that she partnered with the New York son to create some fake drama by going missing for three days in October of eighteen, thirty, eight, of course, Mary resurfaced life went on and her fame increased, as did the New York sons.
paper sales, but almost three years later in July of eighteen, forty one Mary story took a dark turn on Sunday, the twenty fifth. She told her fiance that she was headed out of the city for a quick visit to see family in nearby New Jersey. She planned to be back at work the next day, but when she wasn't, folks started wondering where Mary, the beautiful cigar girl had gone Maybe the weather had delayed her return. Maybe she ran away from the attention and fame to start a less public life somewhere else, or maybe something more dreadful had happened on Wednesday. twenty Eightth, some men in Hoboken, New Jersey, spotted something floating in the water of the Hudson grabbing a boat. They rode out to see what it was and then quickly called the police. It was the body of Mary Rogers. As you might imagine, the press had a field day. New
her murder spread quickly throughout the nation. Writing a fine old dark chapter in a story. Every one had love so much, but there were also theories. Then, of course, this being eighteen, forty one and an era long before things like dna evidence all It would remain just that berries. I wish I could oh you that they managed to track down marries killer, but that's not an option here. Her death quickly became one of the most famous unsolved murders in New York City and because of that, people really never stopped wondering what happened. Who is to blame? Where was the killer? Now it didn't help that her fiance took his own life shortly after, in fact, he travelled to that spot on the river in Hoboken to do it. Some saw it as an outpouring of grief. Others, of course saw a killer, taking the easy way out. The only thing we know for sure is that
we'll never know for sure. One man wanted to find the answers, though, and he believed that was just a puzzle that needed worked out. Logically, he had a way with detail that was admired by many think Sherlock Holmes, but with much less action and drama so to work through the mystery. He wrote it all out, but this guy's job wasn't writing for newspapers or scientific journals. No, he was better known for make believe so in order to properly go through this exercise in logic and problem solving, he changed Mary's details just enough to turn her into a new creation, a fictional character. but not enough to obscure the details of the crime. He was looking for a real answer. After all, Mary went from working in tobacco shop to a perfume shop, new
Eric City was swapped out for Paris, the Hudson became the sin and the final story published in three episodes from November of eighteen. Forty two two February of eighteen, forty three would go down in history as the first ever true crime, novel the mystery of Marie Roget by EDGAR, Allan POE. This episode of floor was research written and produced by me, Erin Monkey with music by Chad, Myerson, but,
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