Mysteries and Histories

Polygraph tests or “lie detectors” sound like the perfect true crime shortcut: strap someone in, ask the right questions, watch the needles jump, and let the machine tell you who’s lying. In reality, they sit in a murky space between science and theatre. They don’t measure lies, they measure stress, heart rate, blood pressure, breathing, sweat, and then a human interpreter decides what those spikes mean, which makes them dangerously persuasive in interrogation rooms and almost useless in courtrooms.
In case after case, people have “passed” while hiding horrific secrets, and others have “failed” simply because they were terrified, traumatized, or anxious, not because they were guilty. That’s why most judges won’t allow polygraph results as hard evidence, and why investigators who lean on them too heavily can end up chasing the wrong suspect or pressuring someone into a confession just to make a bad result go away.

The Jens Söring and Elizabeth Haysom case starts like a doomed campus romance and ends in a blood‑soaked farmhouse and a lifetime of questions. In 1985, the wealthy, respectable Haysom parents were butchered in their Virginia home, their daughter Elizabeth and her boyfriend Jens soon fleeing across Europe, spinning tangled stories about who had really taken the knives to her mother and stepfather. Decades later, after confessions, recantations, trials, and a fiercely disputed conviction, the case still sits in that uncomfortable space between a love story, a family annihilation, and a crime where the truth never quite feels settled.

Feminism isn’t just “girl power” slogans and pink protest signs, it’s a century‑spanning fight that’s come in waves, each one crashing against a different kind of control over women’s lives. The first wave clawed open the doors of citizenship and voting, the second stormed workplaces and bedrooms, the third tore into race, sexuality, and identity, and the fourth is now raging online, calling out abuse, power, and patriarchy in real time for the whole world to see.

In the shadowy woods around Vermont’s Glastenbury Mountain, Paula Jean Welden is only one of several people who walked into the trees and never properly came back. In just five years, an experienced hunter vanished from a hunting party, a war veteran disappeared from a moving bus, an eight‑year‑old boy slipped away from his mother’s parked truck, and a hiker stepped off a trail to change her wet clothes, only to be found months later where searchers swore they’d already looked, feeding the legend of a forest that doesn’t just lose people, but erases them.

In April 1981, inside a shabby rental at Cabin 28 in the tiny mountain town of Keddie, California, someone turned a cramped living room into a slaughterhouse. Sue Sharp, her teenage son John, and his friend Dana were beaten, bound, and stabbed, while 12‑year‑old Tina vanished into the night, later found as a skull in the woods miles away, leaving behind surviving children who slept through the carnage and a crime scene so chaotic, mishandled, and haunting that the “Keddie Cabin murders” still feel less like a solved case and more like something evil that walked in, did its worst, and walked back out into the dark.