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On the morning of December 10, 1995, a seasoned homicide detective walked into a house on a quiet street in the suburbs of Tucson, Arizona.

Another officer led him down the hallway to a bedroom, and when the detective looked inside, he froze.

Now, he'd seen a lot of crime scenes before, but this one had to be one of the worst.

I mean, there was blood everywhere.

All over the walls, all over the floors, the mattress.

I mean, it was just a complete nightmare.

But as much as it appeared like clearly he's looking at the scene of a murder, there was a problem.

There was no body.

But before we get into that story, if you're a fan of the Strange, Dark, and Mysterious delivered in story format, then you've come to the right place because that's all we do.

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Okay, let's get into today's story.

On the morning of December 8th, 1995, a 41-year-old mother named Bonnie Sanborn set a box of cereal down on the dining room table inside of her home in Tucson, Arizona.

She then called for her three kids to come eat breakfast, and just a few seconds later, her youngest son, 10-year-old Brandon, came bombing into the room and sat down at the table.

Bonnie then poured herself a cup of coffee and carried it down the hallway to her 13-year-old daughter Candace's room.

Candace was busy putting on makeup, and when Bonnie reminded her that it was almost time to leave for school, she just rolled her eyes and said, you know, she'd be out in a minute.

Then Bonnie continued going down the hallway and knocked on the door of her 15-year-old son Bradley's room.

And when he didn't open the door, she shouted through the door that if he didn't get out of bed soon, she would come in there and literally drag him out.

But there was still no response after she did this, so Bonnie put her ear to the door and listened for movement.