Robert Kalosky is either one of the unluckiest men in the world or an evil murderer.

His first wife Paula Kalosky was found dead in 1999 from a gunshot wound to her head at the home she shared with her husband at 206 North Moodus Road in East Haddam.   The Medical Examiner at the time declared the manner of death as a suicide.  Her brother was never convinced that his sister would take her life.  He filed a wrong death lawsuit against Robert and a different Medical Examiner would change Paula’s manner of death to Undetermined in 2004.

Despite rumors around town of her death being a murder, Robert Kalosky would marry again.  His second wife 56 year old Sandra Kalosky would be found dead from blunt force trauma to her head and upper extremities on March 23rd of 2018 in the same house where Paula was found dead nearly two decades earlier.   The Connecticut State Police have not named Robert as an official suspect.

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It was September of 1992, when a man operating a bulldozer noticed what he thought was a mushroom in a Michigan State Department Natural Resources Dredging site along the Clinton River in the Macomb County Harrison Township of Michigan.  Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a human skull.  No other human remains were found near the site.  In April of 2004, the identity of the individual was revealed after a forensic reconstruction was done and dental records matched with that of a missing person.  It was 19 year old Shawn Patrick Raymond of St. Clair County Clay township. He had been reported missing on July 3, 1983 after he was supposed to return from meeting with a bunch of friends while going to a bar in Detroit.   The recent high school graduate  worked at a restaurant in Algonac, Michigan and was looking to go Macomb Community College in a few months.   Raymond was last seen at a bar named Menjo’s, which was a gay bar.  No cause or manner of death was ever determined however, the case is being treated as a homicide investigation.  It is not publicly known if Raymond was targeted because of his sexuality.  In an online article on NBC News, Police have two suspects being looked at for Raymond’s death.

https://www.nbcnews.com/feature/cold-case-spotlight/still-no-arrests-35-years-after-murder-michigan-teen-shawn-n895466

James “Whitey”Bulger terrorized Boston as well as other parts of the country.  A crime boss who was very hands who was convicted of partaking or participating in 19 murders.  Bulger at the age 89 was killed by other mobsters in a prison in West Virginia. Some think it may have something to do with him giving information on the rival La Cosa Nostra in New England to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.  Bulger was a ruthless individual who aside from killing other mobsters, took the lives innocent people some of whom were women.  Bulger probably had more secrets and knowledge of bodies that still haven’t been unearthed.  But one thing is sure, his reign of terror is finally over.

His composite sketch was out there as was his DNA in several databases.  On September 3rd, 1990, an unknown suspect entered a house on Old Highway 82 in ville, Mississippi and brutally two women. 65 year old Betty Jones was stabbed by the intruder and then sexually assaulted. The intruder did not stop there as he then attacked the home owner 81 year old Katherine Crigler. She too, was raped and would die from her injuries a month later.  In early October, police got their man.  Now it looks like Michael Devaughan will spend the rest of his life behind bars or be executed for these crimes if found guilty.

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Rumors swirled around the Simsbury, Connecticut murder of 54 year old Melissa Millan in 2014.  The divorced mother of two children,  she was a high level insurance executive at the Mass Mutual Insurance Company.  Some thought her ex-husband was responsible, however, that was ruled out by police quickly. Others thought her line of work had something to do with her death.  Rumors swirled around regarding a professional hit job to prevent her from talking to authorities about financial crimes going on at her place of employment.  Still Police were baffled as to who committed the murder with a just one stab of a knife to Millan’s chest.

Answers would come years later when a 27 year old man accompanied by fellow members of a religious group that he was part of came to the Simsbury Police Department.   The suspect felt he couldn’t live with his deadly secret anymore.

http://www.courant.com/news/connecticut/hc-simsbury-jogger-murder-arrest-20180923-story.html

Police don’t know much about this dangerous person except that he went by the name of Wadada.  They also know that he is responsible for the brutal rape and attempted murder of a 17 year old University of New Mexico college student on December 7th, 1988 in Albuquerque.   The student nearly died from her injuries but identified the transient Wadada as her attacker.

Wadada left the area and has never been seen since.  He was described as being five foot seven to five foot nine (170 to 175 centimeters) with a thin build at the time.  He was fluent in the Spanish language but was said to have an accent that may have been from a French Caribbean island or Ethiopian.   Wadada has several features that make him very recognizable.  He has deformed right arm in which the hands for a claw shape (bent).  His hands have burn scars on the front and back of them.  Wadada claimed he was born in Guyana and that he lived in various areas such as Santa Fe, New Mexico; Miami, Florida; and Brooklyn, New York.  He often survived by befriending people and asking for money and living arrangements.  He considers himself an artist and has used that to support himself financially and through the kindness of strangers.  For more information about this case please click here.

Art Shay has photographed the famous, the notorious, the ordinary and people who were largely forgotten and ignored. Alive for nearly a century, he is a well known photographer and writer. His works are widely recognizable and have become part of history. He was also a family man who had several children. It is the mystery of his eldest son Harmon, that haunted him and his wife, Florence.
According to a piece that Art Shay wrote, his son was a genius. He had scored a perfect score on his college SAT Exams. He even invented his own electric rollerskate and personal computer years before Steve Jobs and Bill Gates were developing their famous companies. Harmon for all his positive attributes got involved in the taking of illicit drugs. Shay believes that his 20 year old son Harmon was murdered in the Hippie Drug lifestyle in the Miami Dade area in May of 1972. He was staying with his grandmother and step-grandfather and had phoned relatives the night of his disappearance they he had met people and would be back in a day or two.
He had dark colored hair and was around five foot nine according to relatives.  It is possible that he was murdered in the Miami or Fort Lauderdale areas of Florida. However, it is always a possibility that Harmon could have left his life behind to start a new life.

His mother Florence died in 2012, Art would die in 2018 at the age of 96.  Harmon still has siblings and several nieces and nephews.   According to a family member of Harmon’s, Art always held on to Harmon’s innovative gadgets and treasured them but it was difficult at times to talk about his genius son.  One can only wonder what Harmon Shay would have become if he was allowed to live.

This article by Art Shay talks about Harmon and his amazing accomplishments.

http://chicagoist.com/2011/06/08/from_the_vault_of_art_shay_harmon.php#photo-1

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          On April 4th, 1998, Robert Joyal was stabbed to death in a Denny’s parking light. By some accounts,dozens of people stood within feet of my brother as he lost his life, yet only 2 people every came forward to say they saw what happened. Both accounts were later discredited.

         Rob spent the first 9 years of his life on Cape Cod. My father had received a big job offer, so we moved from Massachusetts to a suburb outside the city of Houston, Texas called Clear Lake. We lived there for almost 9 years. We were a typical Houston family in most ways. Robert joined the football team and found success. He was shorter than his teammates, but made up for it with his grit and determination. By high school, but was moving up the depth chart as a Running Back. During the summers, we would go back to Cape Cod to visit our extended family. Rob usually went to horseback riding camp, spent time with his friends from his childhood, and visited with our Grandparents who were gracious enough to let us stay with them every summer. For someone who didn’t attend school there anymore, he always seemed to have friends. While he was an incredible horse back rider, I wouldn’t be surprised if his biggest motivation for going to camp was to see Natalie, his childhood sweetheart. Rob was talented when it came to sports, but he wasn’t your typical jock. His biggest passion seemed to be making people smile. He was a goofball. My favorite memory of his camp days was during the parents/family weekend where the campers got to show off their summer digs to their closest relatives. During the talent show, Rob and Natalie lip synced “Under the Bridge” by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I still have the tennis racket Rob used as a guitar.

          Robert struggled to balance high school and life, and his grades began to slip around his sophomore year. Once his football coaches caught on, Rob was taken off the football squad and told to get his grades up. Football had been incredibly important to Rob’s life, and without it, he struggled to find his purpose. Post-football, Rob maintained many of his friendships, but found himself getting in more and more trouble. My parents took stock: Rob was now headed to his senior year of high school and I was about to enter middle school. We made the decision to remove ourselves from Texas and relocate to somewhere that offered a much different experience.

          Gorham, Maine was supposed to be our sanctuary: a quaint postcard-esque town with a nice new High School and a great reputation. We thought we had escaped the gangs and drugs that seeped into the suburbs of Houston. Gorham was a small, clicky high school. Rob went from a school of 3,000 kids to a school of 800. Rob met a girl, Monique Gaudet, who introduced him to her friend, Tahnia Harriman, and her boyfriend, Michael Atienza. With his new friends in tow, Rob navigated his senior year in a new school. He seemed to have a hard time making friends. It had always come so easily when he played football. We learned later, Mike, Monique and Tahnia were far from real friends.

          April 3rd was the last full day of Rob’s life. It was also one of the most hopeful days he had in Maine. My father and Rob had picked out a used vehicle for Rob to drive. It was also the same day Rob got his first apartment in Portland with his friend Andre Mackay. Robert had turned 18 and it felt like Rob was finding his footing. Rob had made it through a tough start and was putting together some positive moves. Earlier that day, Rob played basketball with me for hours, just to make sure I knew how much I meant to him. Even on his big day, he made sure I knew I was a part of it. My mom bought several bags of groceries for Rob, and my dad made sure to give Rob a pep talk before he left our driveway. I even gave Rob the hat he kept trying to steal from me (my hat fit him better, but I was a little brother after all, so I wouldn’t let him have it until that day) We watched him drive away with plenty enough hope and happiness to go around.

          That night, Rob and his friends decided to celebrate. He dropped off his car and belongings at his new apartment and set out with his friends to the Metropolis, a popular under-21 club in the heart of Portland. This is where we believe the stage was set for what was to come. While at the club, witnesses say that Rob and had possibly exchanged words with some other teens. It was bad enough that his girlfriend, Monique, suggested that they needed to leave as she had heard the other group was looking to fight. Rob and his friends hopped into a van and drove to Denny’s, another popular late night stop. When they arrived, Atienza exited the vehicle and was met by Phongphack Thanephonesy (P.T.),  Rob waited in the van as the two sorted out their beef. Suddenly, someone from behind PT lunged forward and punched Atienza, who dropped to the ground and slid under the van. Rob and the other passengers exited the vehicle to help, only to find themselves surrounded by, depending who you ask, anywhere from 35-60 people. Rob and his friends had been set up and ambushed. This was not a brawl; this was an unfair fight. Most of Rob’s friends scattered, some even running away from the scene. Rob was trapped, fighting off several people. He found himself fighting Kevin Janosco. Rob hovered over top, throwing punches and scrapping. Kevin lifted Rob’s shirt, exposing his back side and immobilizing Rob. As the sound of sirens neared, someone yelled “5-0!” and the parking lot dispersed. Robert lay on the ground, having been stabbed 3 times. Robert had lost too much blood to recover. Rob died in the parking lot as the police arrived.

           We don’t know exactly what happened. Neither do the police. What we do know is that this was premeditated. Many vehicles from Lowell, MA filled with members of the Asian street gang called T.R.G.as well as at least 3 vehicles from Portland were waiting at Denny’s armed with knives, machetes and other weapons. Robert and his friends numbered under 8 and they had no weapons.He and his friends clearly had no idea what awaited.

         Rob’s murder was a huge story; Portland didn’t believe it had a gang problem, and Gorham was shook after losing one of its students. The police were desperate to make a quick arrest in a high profile homicide, and after a 15 year old Deering High student, Seiha Srey, told his 14 year old girlfriend, Nichole Glover, that he was responsible, they pounced. Seiha was arrested for Rob’s murder. We learned that Seiha had gone to the Metropolis with his friend, Sam Kim, the younger brother of two known gang members, Vouen and Souen Kim. Seiha is believed to have fled Denny’s with Vouen and Souen. They allegedly hid out at “the fat lady’s house” a location that was never discovered by police. In court, Tana Ork, who was with the Kims and Srey that night, claimed Vouen and Souen had a good laugh over the fact ‘some kid got sliced.’

         During the pre-trials, many of the witnesses, including the Kim brothers, pled their Fifth Amendment rights. The local cutthroat, and expensive, defense attorney Dan Lilley shredded the prosecutions accusations, and was able to have the trial dropped due to a lack of evidence. Seiha was free, the Kim brothers were still on the streets, and the Police pledged to continue searching for answers. But they didn’t.

         Since then, Seiha has been killed in a gang related drug deal, the Kim brothers went on to commit other crimes, the lead detective on Rob’s case retired, and we have been told that Rob’s case is too low on the “solvability scale” to actively pursue. We have asked the police for help, but have been disappointed time and time again with their lack of urgency. The new detectives who have been given Rob’s case to work don’t seem to care enough to go knock on doors or to review evidence. They even told us “we have 5 binders full of info on your brother’s case and haven’t had a chance to take a look” Rob was killed 20 years ago. They were given the case a year ago. They have had plenty of time. We were also told that because the police who worked the case in the beginning believed Seiha did it, that they too were convinced. The only problem is that there isn’t any evidence to collaborate the initial account, and there are several other accounts, that are just as credible, that don’t show Seiha as the killer.

          Robert was an incredible human being whose life was taken much too soon. 18 year olds make mistakes all the time. It shouldn’t be their last. Robert believed in fairness in all things. He was impetuous and passionate. He loved to make people laugh and always looked out for the underdog. Rob loved completely. He would have fought like hell to find out what happened if this had been his friend or brother or anyone else in his life. We’re asking for your help in finding his killer.

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John Wayne Gacy is still the stuff of nightmares.  The Chicago area businessman and part time Clown that would entertain children’s 

parties had a side career of killing young men and boys during the 1970’s.   He is known to have killed 33 young men and boys.  But his true victim tally will stay unknown as he took his deadly secrets to the grave when the State of Illinois executed him.

At least five or six of his victims remain unidentified.  Two of them are seen here.   John Doe #10 was a white male between the ages of 17 and 21 years old.  He was believed to be between  5-foot-7 and 5-foot 11, inches tall.  Of important note, he had sustained an injury to his left clavicle (collar bone),  which was well healed.   He had also had some dental work as indicated by a few dental fillings.  John Doe #13 was white male that medical experts estimate to be around the ages of 18 and 21 years old.  He was between 5-foot-9 and 6-foot-2 inches tall.  The deceased male had wavy dark brown hair and had an unusual dental feature in that one of his upper teeth was displaced behind a different tooth.