Tales From the Glovebox

Tales From the Glovebox
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Tales From The Glovebox is your ride into real-life mysteries, true crime, and scary stories that follow you home. For Video Episodes, check out our YouTube Channel at youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox Buckle up for true crime, unsolved mysteries, cold cases, and unexplained events that take a dark turn. Each episode will make you check your rearview mirror. If you like MrBallen, Lore, Nexpo, NightMind, Disturbed Podcast, or CreepsMcPasta, you're in the right car.

  1. 1d ago

    The Men Who Disappeared From Bars

    1990s Indianapolis case about a missing persons pattern and a quiet family property, retold for true crime fans who like a slow reveal.In the early 1990s, just outside Indianapolis, a man named Herb seemed to have it all. He ran a couple of successful thrift stores, he had a wife named Julie and several kids, and the family lived on eighteen acres with a big house and a swimming pool. One afternoon, Herb's thirteen year old son was playing in the woods behind the house and came running back inside. He had found a human skeleton, half buried in the dirt. Herb stayed calm and told the boy it was an old medical skeleton that had belonged to his late father, a doctor, and that he had finally gotten rid of it. The family believed him, and for two more years, nobody thought about those woods again.While that was happening, a different and much quieter story was unfolding across Indianapolis. For years, men had been going missing from the city, the kind of disappearances that never made headlines. A man would go out for the night and simply never come home. Many of these men were gay, and at the time that often meant they were estranged from their families, so some were not reported missing for a long time. Police noticed a pattern building, but with no bodies and no crime scenes, there was almost nothing to work with. Every now and then a man would come forward after barely escaping a violent encounter, but he could rarely say where he had been or who he had been with. Whoever was behind it blended in completely and did not look like a monster at all.The two stories finally crossed when one of the survivors gave investigators new details, including a memory of a house with a large swimming pool. That detail helped narrow the search to the area north of the city, toward eighteen acres with a big house and a pool out back. In June of 1996, while Herb was out of town, his wife Julie gave investigators permission to search the property. They went straight to the woods behind the house, the same woods where Herb's son had found a skeleton two years earlier. This time, they found thousands of bone fragments scattered through the trees, burned, broken, some buried and some lying in the open. Along with the bones were pieces of handcuffs and spent shotgun shells. Investigators eventually recovered close to ten thousand fragments and accounted for at least eleven men, with the real number believed to be twenty five or more. Every one of them had gone missing from Indianapolis, and every one had been on this property the whole time.When police came looking for Herb, he had already driven north into Canada. He took his own life in a provincial park, leaving behind a three page note that talked about his failing marriage and his struggling businesses, and even apologized for spoiling the scenery of the park where he died. He never once mentioned the men whose remains were found on his land. Julie, married to him for twenty five years, has said she never knew. Investigators are still working through the recovered remains today, matching fragments to names and calling families decades later to tell them their son or brother has finally been found. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  2. 5d ago

    The Phantom Terrorized Texarkana in 1946

    A 1946 unsolved serial attack case from the Texas-Arkansas border, retold for true crime fans and cold case listeners who like a strange ending instead of a clean one.In the spring of 1946, a masked man started attacking couples parked on lonely back roads outside Texarkana, Texas. He wore a white flour sack over his head with two holes torn out for the eyes, and over about ten weeks he attacked eight people, killing five of them and leaving three survivors who barely escaped. The newspapers called him the Phantom, and for almost eighty years, most people have heard that the Phantom was never caught. Two detectives who worked the case would tell you a very different story.The first attack left a young couple alive but badly beaten, and for a while the town believed it was a one time thing. Then the Phantom came back, and this time both victims of a parked couple were killed. A few weeks later, a teenage girl and her boyfriend never made it home. The whole town of Texarkana locked its doors, parents kept their kids inside on weekends, and gun stores sold out fast. Two lawmen, a detective named Tackett and a deputy named Johnson, worked every lead they had and chased down every man in the area with a violent record, but each one came back to nothing.Then in early May, the Phantom did something that broke his own pattern. He shot a man named Stark through the window of his own house while the man sat inside. The man's wife barely escaped. After that, the attacks stopped completely, and the two detectives had less and less to go on. But they kept working the case, and they noticed something nobody else had. Every attack lined up with a stolen car reported nearby around the same time, later found abandoned. That pointed them toward car thieves moving through east Texas, and one name kept coming up, a man named Youell Swinney.The break in the case came from Swinney's wife, Peggy, who talked to investigators in detail about things only someone close to the Phantom could have known. Among the items she handed over was a shirt with the name STARK sewn into the collar, the same Stark who had been shot through his window. It was the direct link the detectives needed. But before it ever reached a courtroom, Peggy changed her mind and refused to testify, and without her, the murder case fell apart. So investigators charged Swinney with the one thing they could prove without her, car theft. As a repeat offender, he was sentenced to life in prison for stealing cars.Then, in 1973, a court reviewed his old convictions, found problems with how they were handled, and threw the sentence out entirely. Youell Swinney walked out of prison a free man. He lived quietly for another twenty years and died in a nursing home in 1994. The Phantom case remains officially unsolved to this day. Not one of the five murders was ever formally closed, and the two detectives who believed they knew the truth went to their graves without an official answer. To this day, true crime researchers and amateur sleuths still argue over whether Swinney acted alone, whether he had help, and whether the case against him would have held up if Peggy had ever taken the stand. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  3. Sep 25

    A Family and Their Dog Walked Away From $32,000

    A 2009 family disappearance from rural Oklahoma, retold for true crime fans and unsolved mystery listeners who like a strange, unresolved ending.In the fall of 2009, a man named Bobby loaded up his wife Sherilynn and their six year old daughter Madyson and drove into the Sans Bois Mountains of eastern Oklahoma to look at a forty acre piece of land he wanted to buy. Eight days later, someone found their truck parked on a remote dirt road, locked up tight with the windows rolled all the way up, and the family dog inside, half starved but alive. Bobby, Sherilynn, and Madyson were gone, and almost nothing about what was left behind made any sense.Inside the truck, investigators found the family's wallets, their phones, and thirty two thousand dollars in cash sitting out in the open on the seat. Bobby's finances had been a mess for months before the trip, and nobody could explain where that kind of money came from or why it was left there for anyone to take. In the weeks before they vanished, Sherilynn had told friends she felt like someone was watching the house and that she did not feel safe outside, even in broad daylight. Bobby's handgun, which he always kept close, was never recovered. Search teams covered the Sans Bois Mountains for months. Helicopters flew overhead and volunteers walked the woods in widening circles, but there was no trail, no tracks, and no sign of which direction the family had gone. The case went cold for four years, and the Jamison family's disappearance became one of the strangest unsolved cases in Oklahoma history.In November of 2013, two hunters walking about three miles from where the truck had been parked found human remains lying close together on the ground. They belonged to Bobby, Sherilynn, and Madyson. As investigators dug back into the case, the story everyone had assumed, that someone had taken this family from the woods, started to fall apart. Home security footage from the morning they packed up showed Bobby and Sherilynn moving slowly between the house and the truck, almost like they were in a trance. The couple had been struggling with drug use, and they had told their pastor they believed they were seeing spirits inside their home. Tucked in with the cash inside the truck, investigators found a letter Sherilynn had written that was angry, paranoid, and hard to follow.The medical examiner could not determine a cause of death, because the remains had been in the woods too long. There was no evidence of another person, no struggle, and no proof anyone else was ever out there. But there was also no proof that no one was. The official record could never rule out either possibility, drugs and paranoia driving a family into the wilderness on their own, or someone following them in from the start. What is certain is that a six year old girl trusted the two adults responsible for her safety, on a night when something inside that house had already gone terribly wrong, and that three miles of Oklahoma wilderness kept its answer for four full years. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  4. Sep 21

    Tennessee Let Her Lie to the Mothers

    The true story of Georgia Tann, who sold babies through a Tennessee adoption agency, told for fans of historical true crime and cases that exposed a hidden system.In Memphis, Tennessee in the 1920s, a woman named Georgia Tann took over the local branch of the Tennessee Children's Home Society and began placing children into adoptive homes faster than anyone in the country had done before. Social workers across America knew her name. Newspapers ran stories about her work. Politicians called her a personal friend. She testified before legislative committees and changed how the entire country thought about child welfare and adoption law. By the time anyone was able to stop her, nearly five thousand children had passed through her agency over twenty-five years.Georgia also had something almost nobody else in Memphis had. The city's political machine was run by a man named E.H. Crump, who controlled the courts, the sheriff's office, and most of city government. Georgia had spent years making sure she stayed on his good side. When questions arose about her agency, Crump made those questions go away. Judges signed whatever she needed. Nobody asked hard questions about the Baby Lady.The adoptive families who worked with Georgia were not struggling households. They were lawyers, doctors, and celebrities with large houses in cities across the country. The fees were high, and the checks went directly to Georgia rather than to the agency. She kept about eighty cents of every dollar and reported none of it. Joan Crawford adopted twin girls through Georgia's agency in 1947. The families on her waiting list had no idea anything was wrong. The children placed through her agency went to good homes. For them, everything worked out.The problem was on the other end. Georgia had more demand for children than supply, and she had been secretly solving that problem for twenty-five years.She targeted mothers who had no way to fight back. She went into hospitals and approached single mothers and immigrant women who had just given birth and had no money for a lawyer. Georgia or one of her assistants would tell the mother that her newborn needed to be taken for treatment right away. And then she told the lie. She told the mothers their babies had died.She filed fraudulent death certificates. She controlled every piece of documentation in the official files. The real mothers went from office to office asking questions and got the same answer everywhere. The records showed nothing. Their children were already gone, placed with wealthy families hundreds of miles away, and the paperwork had been constructed to make them impossible to find.Georgia had also helped write the adoption laws that sealed records permanently in Tennessee. Adopted children could not search for biological families, and biological families could not search for the children who had been taken from them. She built the legal lock herself and then used it for twenty-five years to keep anyone from undoing what she had done.In 1950 a new governor came in and the formal investigation went through Georgia's files without interference. They found everything. Georgia Tann was sixty-three years old and dying of cancer. She died three days before her crimes went public. She was never charged with a single count. There was no one left to prosecute.Today, online DNA testing is slowly undoing what Georgia's laws hid. Her victims, now in their seventies and eighties, are finding their biological families for the first time. If you are searching for true crime stories about child trafficking, adoption fraud, stolen children, historical abuse of power, or cases where the system was built to protect the criminal, the Georgia Tann case is one of the most sweeping examples in American history. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  5. Sep 18

    This Long Island Hospital Had a Silent Killer

    The true story of a Long Island hospital where a trusted caregiver turned out to be a killer, told for true crime fans who like a hidden-in-plain-sight medical case.In the fall of 1987, patients on a cardiac ward at Good Samaritan Hospital in West Islip, Long Island were going into sudden crisis with no warning. Staff rushed to each bedside as the emergencies came. Some patients survived. Some did not. Nobody on the medical staff or in hospital administration could explain why it kept happening.The crashes kept coming. Outside investigators went through months of records, shift schedules, and patient files and came up empty. Equipment checked out clean. Nothing pointed to a cause. Then they found something they had not been looking for.The emergencies were not random. They were tied to specific shifts. When investigators lined up every incident against the staff schedule, one name appeared at the center of too many incidents to be coincidence. They narrowed their focus. A doctor on the cardiac team had access to the medication storage and the training to know exactly what certain drugs would do to a patient in seconds. He became the center of the investigation. Then a patient in the cardiac ward pushed a call button before losing all muscle control, and investigators finally found proof of what the drug was. Paralytic agents. The kind used in operating rooms to stop a body from moving before surgery. These drugs had no medical reason to be on a cardiac ward.The doctor was cleared when his schedule showed he was on a different part of the hospital the night that patient was attacked. Investigators went back through the logs and looked again at who was on the ward for every incident. And there was one nurse who had appeared at every single scene. She had not been looked at before because she was always part of the response. She was always the one running toward the bedside when something went wrong. But when investigators got precise about the timing, she was not arriving at the scene. She was already there.Her locker was searched under warrant. Inside, investigators found vials of the exact paralytic drugs that had been appearing in the blood of patients with no medical reason to have them. The nurse was arrested. His name was Richard Angelo. He was twenty-five years old, a male nurse on the cardiac ward, and everyone at Good Samaritan loved him. He had been an Eagle Scout and a volunteer firefighter before going into nursing. People looked to him in a crisis because he was always calm, always fast, always the first to know what to do.What Angelo told investigators was that he needed to feel needed. When things were routine and no one required saving, he manufactured the emergencies himself. He injected patients with paralytic drugs that stopped their breathing so he could be the one who swooped in and brought them back. Four patients on the cardiac ward died. At least ten others were seriously injured. A jury convicted Angelo of murder in 1989 and the judge sentenced him to sixty-one and a third years to life in prison.This is the Richard Angelo case, also known as the Good Samaritan Hospital murders on Long Island in 1987 and 1988. It is one of the most studied examples of hero syndrome, also called Munchausen syndrome by proxy in a medical setting, in American true crime history. If you are searching for stories about healthcare serial killers, medical murder cases, hero syndrome, or unsettling hospital crime, this case is one of the defining examples. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  6. Sep 14

    It Only Took the Jury 40 Minutes to Convict Him

    The true story of a man convicted on flawed FBI evidence and the decades it took to undo it, told for true crime fans who follow wrongful convictions and justice cases.In 1978, a cab driver named John McCormick was shot outside his home in Washington DC. Police found a stocking near the scene with thirteen strands of hair inside. The FBI sent one of their top forensic hair examiners to compare those hairs to a sample taken from a seventeen-year-old suspect named Santae Tribble.That examiner testified in federal court that the match was certain. The odds of being wrong, he told the jury, were one in ten million. Forty minutes later, the jury came back with a verdict. Santae Tribble was convicted of murder and armed robbery. At seventeen years old, he was sentenced to twenty years to life in a federal penitentiary.Santae went into prison as a teenager. He turned twenty inside, then thirty. He walked out on parole in 2003 at forty years old, still carrying a murder conviction, still officially guilty of a crime he said he did not commit.The problem was that the science behind forensic hair analysis was never actually proven to work. FBI examiners had been testifying about it in courtrooms across the country for decades, speaking with total authority about a technique that no one had ever scientifically validated. The numbers they gave juries were not calculated from any research or testing. They were invented. One in ten million was not a measurement. It was a phrase that sounded convincing in front of twelve people who had no reason to question it.After his release, Santae's attorney kept working the case. DNA technology had transformed forensic science in the years since the trial, and the Innocence Project was pushing the FBI and the Justice Department hard to review convictions that relied on hair analysis. Santae's attorney obtained court permission to DNA test all thirteen hairs from the original stocking. The lab results came back in 2012.Not one hair matched Santae Tribble. Not one. The DNA showed the thirteen hairs came from three different unrelated people. One of them came from a dog.The FBI launched a comprehensive review of more than three thousand criminal cases where forensic hair analysis had been introduced as evidence. Of the first two hundred and sixty-eight cases they examined, ninety percent of the expert testimony was found to be false or scientifically unsupported. Twenty-six of the FBI's own twenty-eight trained hair examiners had given inaccurate or misleading testimony in court. The review found this was not a few bad actors. It was systemic. They had all been trained the same wrong way.Santae Tribble was declared innocent by Washington DC in 2012 and received a settlement of thirteen point two million dollars. He died in 2020 at fifty-nine years old. John McCormick, the cab driver killed outside his home that night in 1978, never got justice either. His killer has never been identified or charged.This is one of the most documented cases in the history of forensic fraud in America. If you are searching for stories about junk science, wrongful convictions, FBI forensic misconduct, or the Innocence Project, the Santae Tribble case is a landmark. It helped expose the largest review of false forensic testimony in federal law enforcement history. This is a story about what happens when certainty is built on nothing. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  7. Sep 11

    On 9/11, What Happened to This ER Doctor?

    A 2001 disappearance case from Lower Manhattan, for true crime and cold case listeners who are drawn to stories that cross paths with American tragedy.On the evening of September 10th, 2001, a young emergency room doctor stepped out of her apartment near the World Trade Center to run a few errands. She dropped off her dry cleaning, walked into a department store, and tried on a dress and a few pairs of shoes. A security camera inside that store caught her moving through the aisles. That grainy footage, time-stamped 9/10/01, is the last confirmed image of her alive. By the time the towers came down the next morning, she was already gone.Her name was Sneha Philip. She was thirty-two years old, living two blocks from Ground Zero with her husband, also a physician.The year before her disappearance had been quietly unraveling. She had lost her hospital job, was drinking more than she should and staying out late, sometimes through the night, and her marriage was under strain. On the morning of September 10th, she appeared in a Manhattan courtroom for filing a false police report against a former colleague. That afternoon she walked out to run errands and was never seen again.Her husband came home after midnight to a dark apartment. He was not worried. She had stayed out before. He went to bed. Sometime around four in the morning, a call went out from inside their apartment to his cell phone. He was asleep and does not remember it. Nobody has ever explained that call.The next morning the towers fell. Her husband spent days calling hospitals and shelters, taping her photo to walls all over downtown. Her family believed she had run toward the towers as any ER doctor would and died trying to save strangers she had never met.The police came to a different conclusion. A private investigator found lobby security footage from her building showing a woman who entered from the street at 8:43 in the morning, three minutes before the first plane hit. She stood near the elevator for a moment, then turned and walked back outside. Her family was certain it was Sneha. Investigators were not. The image was dark and grainy, the face impossible to read.What set Sneha apart from nearly every other victim of that day was that she left no trace near the towers at all. No witness, no phone call, no evidence she had ever been anywhere near those buildings. When her husband came back to the apartment that evening, 9/11 dust had settled through an open window. Their cats had walked back and forth, leaving paw prints in the ash. There were no human footprints at all. She had not come home.The New York Police Department concluded she was likely dead before the first plane ever struck. When her husband went to court to have her officially recognized as a September 11th victim, the city's own police argued against it. They told the court they believed she had been gone for hours before the attack began.In 2008, a New York State appeals court overruled them. It declared Sneha Philip a victim of the World Trade Center attacks and ordered her name added to the official memorial. She became the 2,751st name on that wall. The case was officially closed.There is still no evidence placing Sneha Philip anywhere near the towers on September 11th. The four in the morning phone call has never been explained. The lobby footage has never been conclusively identified. And nobody has ever found her.For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

  8. Sep 7

    On 9/11, He Saved His Whole Company

    A true story from September 11, 2001, retold for history fans and anyone who likes a story about a man who saved thousands of lives and gave up his own.In the 1990s, a security chief for a major financial company worked twenty floors up in the World Trade Center. Everyone said when things fell apart, he was the calmest man in the room. In February of 1993, a truck bomb went off in the parking garage below the tower. The power died, the stairwells filled with smoke, and thousands felt their way down in the dark. Six people died and more than a thousand were hurt. He spent that day in the stairwells with a flashlight, counting heads, and was the last one out.Everyone else wanted to move on, but he could not. He was sure they would come back, bigger next time, maybe a plane into one of the towers, and people figured he had gone overboard. He urged the company to leave for New Jersey, but they would not give up the lease, so he did the next best thing. He started running evacuation drills every few months for the whole company, timing each one with a stopwatch. Move in pairs, keep heading down, do not run, do not shove, never trust the loudspeaker.That mattered, because his rules were the opposite of the building's official ones, which told people in an unaffected tower to stay put. He told his people to ignore that. The executives called the drills a waste of time, but he did not care. He also had a habit nobody understood. When things got tense, he sang old songs in a language nobody recognized, in a booming voice. People thought he was odd at first, then they loved it. By summer 2001, he had run these drills for eight years and was ready to retire.On the morning of September 11th, a plane hit the North Tower. In the South Tower, people crowded the windows to watch, and the loudspeaker came on saying the building was secure and everyone could go back to their desks. Most people did. But the security chief grabbed his bullhorn and told his people to move right now, the way they had practiced. They lined up two by two and headed for the stairs.About fifteen minutes later, a second plane hit their building, the South Tower, above their heads. The tower shuddered, smoke poured into the stairwells, and the smell of jet fuel filled the air. Thousands were on those stairs, unsure if they would make it down. He lifted his bullhorn and started to sing the same old songs, walking down the whole time, telling people to keep moving. At one point he called his wife, told her to stop crying, said she had made his life, and that he was coming home. Then he went back to work.Almost everyone made it, around 2,700 employees reached the street. But he wanted everyone accounted for, so he turned and headed back up for one last check. That is when the South Tower collapsed.Here is what almost nobody knew. The drills, the certainty about another attack, even the singing, he had done all of it before. Decades earlier, he was a young soldier in one of the bloodiest battles of the Vietnam War, where he kept his men calm by singing Welsh songs, the same songs he sang leading people down the stairs of the World Trade Center. His name was Rick Rescorla. On September 11, 2001, he was one of thirteen Morgan Stanley employees who never made it home. For the FULL experience, watch this story as a Video on our YouTube channel here: ⁠⁠⁠youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox⁠

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Tales From The Glovebox is your ride into real-life mysteries, true crime, and scary stories that follow you home. For Video Episodes, check out our YouTube Channel at youtube.com/@talesfromtheglovebox Buckle up for true crime, unsolved mysteries, cold cases, and unexplained events that take a dark turn. Each episode will make you check your rearview mirror. If you like MrBallen, Lore, Nexpo, NightMind, Disturbed Podcast, or CreepsMcPasta, you're in the right car.

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