Hello everyone, and welcome back to Scary Interesting.

In this video, we're in over two incredibly creepy disappearances.

In each of these cases, there is one really disturbing piece of information that makes it seem as though there's more to the story.

You'll see what I mean, and as always, viewer discretion is strongly advised.

These days, Phoenix, Arizona, is often referred to as the kidnapping capital of the United States, but nearly a century ago, that same title belonged to Tacoma, Washington.

Due to a series of high profile cases.

In nineteen thirty five, timber tycoon John Philippa Wirehauser's nine year old son George, was snapped off a busy Tacoma street in broad daylight.

He was eventually reunited with his family after his father paid a two hundred thousand dollars ransom, but sadly, the following year, the ten year old son of a prominent physician, William Matson, was abducted and murdered.

At the time, eight year old Beverly Ann Leech and her family also lived in Tacoma.

In fact, she and her friends even often rode their bikes passed William's home out of morbid curiosity.

After high school, though, Bev set out for Seattle to study at the University of Washington.

She always dreamed of being a journalist, but things changed when she fell in love with a young man named John Burr.

Bev and Dawn and got married and eventually moved to California, where their first child, Anne, was born on December fourteenth, nineteen fifty two.

Later, they moved back to.

North Tacoma, Washington, and when it was all said and done, they had three more children, Julie, Greg and Mary.

The family was a devout Catholic family and they lived normal middle class lives in their quaint two store bungalow on North fourteenth Street.

Most residents knew one another and took pride in their community, and more importantly, North Tacoma was relatively safe, despite the kidnappings that occurred decades before.

Whether permitting, many children walked to and from school every day, and on afternoons and weekends, the kids often played together in the orchard next door until the sun went down or the parents called him in for supper.

With that said, like all communities, North Tacoma also had its fair share of odd and eccentric characters.

One neighborhood man allegedly handed out candy two neighborhood kids while sunbathing without clothes in his backyard.

The family was also wary of a woman who lived across the street because, according to the rumor mill, she'd recently been released from a mental institution.

Then, in the summer of nineteen sixty one, a suspicious door to door cookware salesman showed up in North Tacoma and hung around a bit too long for everyone's liking.

The residents who listened to his unconvincing sales pitch generally agreed that he was actually case in the neighborhood for some nefarious purpose, but in any case, the weather was unseasonably warm and humid in late August of nineteen sixty one.

With summer vacation coming to an end, the children spent most of Wednesday, August thirtieth, playing with their friends.

Meanwhile, the then thirty three year old Bev was busy making sure that everything they needed when the new school year started.

When the kids were ready to turn in at eight pm, Bev told Greg and Julie they could sleep in a fourt they'd made in the basement.

Then, since Julian Anne shared a room upstairs, Beth flowed Mary she could sleep in the room with her big sister.

The children all fell asleep pretty quickly in a few minutes before eleven pm.

Dawn put the family's dog out on the patio beside the kitchen.

By then, Bev was also already in bed, and after putting the dog out, Dawn locked the door, latched the safety chain, and made sure the downstairs windows were all closed.

The house was all locked up, with one seemingly minor exception.

One window wasn't closed all the way because the cable from the TVAS the antenna on the roof, ran through it.

It looked like it was closed from the outside, but the cable was just thick enough to prevent it from being fully locked.

Before heading upstairs, Dawn checked in the kids in the basement one last time.

It's unclear what time it was, but at some point in the night, Anne went into her parents' room, woke her mother and told her that Maryor was crying.

This didn't surprise Bev because Mayor had recently broken arm and it was still on and off painful.

After lulling her daughter back to sleep.

Bev went back to the master bedroom and dozed off.

Later that night, North Tacoma was hit by a powerful thunderstorm that blew down trees, utility lines, and left hundreds of homes and businesses without power.

Bev and Dawn were woken up multiple times throughout the night because the storm and by the dog's sporadic barking, but even still, Bev wood Mesh get a few souls hours asleep before getting up and going to the basement to check on Julian Gregg at approximately.

Five fifteen am.

Afterwards, she went back upstairs to check on Anne and Mary, but to her surprise, Anne's bed was empty.

This was a little odd because it wasn't like her to get up so early, but Bev assumed she was using the bathroom or getting something to.

Drink in the kitchen.

However, it soon became apparent that Anne was nowhere to be found, and her mother panicked when she noticed that the front door was open, that one of the living room windows was also wide open, and that a stool that had been in the garden the day before was lying on its side under the open window.

At that moment, she burst out of the house ran to several neighbours' homes, banged on their doors and asked if they'd seen Anne.

Unfortunately, though nobody had any idea where she was, Tacoma detectives arrived at the family home at about seven am, shortly after Bev reported Anne missing.

By then, she and Don were absolutely frantic, but they did their best to contain their motions for the sake of their other children.

Bev began by telling the detectives what she found after waking up.

She also told them that she and Don had been hearing strange sounds in the yard at night, and that leading up to that night, a few neighbors claimed to have seen a peeping tom looking at them through their bedroom windows.

During their initial search, the detectives found grass clippings on the living room carpet and a red thread dangling from the brick under the open window.

However, there were no signs of a struggle like blood, broken glass, or overturned furniture, and everyone thought it was strange that Anne hadn't screamed during the abduction.

They then asked three year old Mary if she knew what happened to her sister, since she slept in her bedroom that night, but unfortunately she was either too young or sleep to tell them anything.

Before long, hundreds of searchers were scouring buildings in the area.

Meanwhile, public utility workers and divers began searching these cities water bodies.

At the same time, Down and his brother conducted their own search, which included a number of construction sites on the campus of the University of Puget Sound just a few blocks away.

Despite all these searches, though, they came up with nothing.

As the investigation continued, Bev and Don agreed to take polygraph tests.

Some sources claimed that the test administrators detected intentional deception, but they were both eventually cleared off any involvement after subsequent test revealed they were being entirely truthful.

Some time later, the early edition of the Tacoma News Tribute and included a short piece about Anne's disappearance, and then when the late edition came out, included a more comprehensive article and a photo of Ann's smiling.

Investigators were then flooded with dozens of news tips and leads every day, but sadly, most of them turn out to be dead ends.

Despite the limited evidence, a number of suspects were looked at as the investigation continued.

In the early going, one person of interest was the family's fifteen year old neighbor, Robert.

It's unclear if Ann and Robert were friends or sweethearts, but some neighborhood kids claimed they regularly called one another affectionate names like lover boy and my girl.

However, Robert was also eventually cleared with a polygraph test.

Now, for the record, polygraph tests are notoriously unreliable, but this was seen as solid evidence at the time.

Tragically, for a few years after that, there was just nothing.

But then, in nineteen sixty five, a prisoner in Oklahoma wrote the family letter claiming that he and a friend kidnapped and killed Anni while working a farm in Washington in the summer of nineteen sixty one.

The family immediately gave the letter to detectives, and when they questioned them many he agreed to take them to Ann's grave.

The prisoner was then flown to Oregon in nineteen sixty seven, but by then the landscape had been drastically altered.

By a major flood.

As a result, the supposed grave was never found, and it's not clear if the man was actually telling the truth.

With yet another disappointment behind them, investigators turned their attention to America's most notorious and prolific serial offender, and of all people, Ted Bundy.

Under normal circumstances, this would be entirely far fetched, but there are some strange and creepy instance that tie him to the case.

In the summer of nineteen sixty one, the then fourteen year old Ted Bundy lived close to the family in North Dacoma.

By then, he was already a peeping tom and petty theft, but his first confirmed killing didn't occur until nineteen seventy four.

However, it has been speculated that he started earlier than that.

Ted was eventually sentenced in Florida, and while on death row, he was interviewed by journalists, psychiatrists, and law enforcement officials.

On multiple occasions.

Between nineteen eighty and nineteen eighty one, he claimed to have abducted and killed a girl from Tacoma who lived near an orchard.

There is a book called The Only Living Witness that was based on these interviews.

When Bev read this book, she immediately wrote him a letter imploring him to come clean about his involvement in NaN's disappearance since he had nothing left to lose, and shortly thereafter she got a response.

Ted Bundy thanked her for her letter, but told her she'd been misled by rumors.

According to him, he was a normal teenager when Anne went missing and he had absolutely nothing to do with her disappearance.

But if you know anything about him and serial offenders in general, they are notorious liars, and this could be about something happening that is claimed not to have happened, or vice versa, making it difficult to judge what is true and what isn't, so that alone is not great evidence.

However, during an interview with Professor doctor Ronald Holmes years later, he once again claimed that his first victim was a girl of Anne's age who he stalked, kidnapped, assaulted, and strangled in Tacoma three decades before Unfortunate, though again it's impossible to know if this is true.

Up until the very end, bev and Down held it hope that his conscience would get the better of him and that he'd admit to abducting and murdering Inn, but sadly he never did.

All told, the Tacoma police conducted thousands of interviews, administered more than one hundred polygraph tests, and followed up countless tips and leads.

Officially, detectives worked the case for more than five years, with no witnesses, no hard evidence, no credible ransom demand, no motive, and no body.

After retirement, the main detective spent another two and a half decades trying to crack the case.

However, Don Birr died in two thousand and three, and he was followed by Bev.

In two thousand and eight.

Today, the case is still open with the Tacoma Police Department.

Dave Box was born in Staten Island in nineteen forty four and moved to Ohio as a kid and built a modest but steady life for himself.

He married his high school sweetheart in nineteen sixty six, and the couple had three children before divorcing in nineteen seventy nine.

Although the marriage ended, though, the relationship didn't crumble completely, as Dave remained close to his ex wife and deeply involved in his kids' lives.

Those who knew him described him as fairly quiet and the kind of men who didn't stir up trouble, but didn't ignore it either.

Dave was eventually hired by the feed Materials Production Center and nearby Infernald, Ohio in nineteen eighty one as a pipefitter, and by nineteen eighty four thirty nine he was a regular on the graveyard shift, working from midnight to eight thirty in the morning.

That schedule meant his nights were spent in wandering the quiet factory, inspecting equipment and making sure nothing was breaking down.

It wasn't glamorous work, but it was reliable and it put them in a position to see somethings management didn't want talked about.

Locals simply called it the plant, and most of them assumed it was just another factory making some vague industrial products.

In truth, however, it was one of the most secret of facilities in the United States.

Although in paper it was operated by a contractor called National Led of Ohio, the plant itself actually belonged to the Department of Energy.

For nearly four decades, it was among the few US facilities were finding uranium for the nation's weapons program, helping supply the Cold War arms rays.

As a result of this, workers were told not to talk about what they did, even to their families, and management downplayed the risks.

They said the radiation levels were too low to even bother men.

It was supposedly nothing to worry about, so workers were encouraged to go about their business, and they did most of them anyway.

On the night of Sunday, June eighteenth, nineteen eighty four, Day followed his usual routine.

At eleven pm, he met up with his ride share partner and friend Harry, in the parking lot of a local restaurant.

By eleven twenty five pm, the bear had arrived at the facility, and moments later they were inside the staff locker room with their belongings stowed and their uniforms on.

At midnight, Dave checked in at the maintenance room and got his orders.

He was supposed to look at a pump in plant number eight that'd been giving the crew some trouble.

He then popped up in his toolbox and tossed the padlock along with his keys aside, leaving them visible as he prepared for the night's assignment.

Around four am, another worker spotted Dave sitting in a truck with his supervisor, Charlie.

The worker thought it was strange that the two men seemed to be having a serious conversation with the truck's windows rolled up even though the night was sweltering.

Sometime later, Dave and Harry clocked out on their lunch break together and then punched back in at four forty six am before heading a different directtions Again.

This would be the last time Harry ever saw his friend.

The next sighting came from another employee.

He noticed Dave walking across the grounds, not toward Plant eight, where he was supposed to be put, toward Plant four.

A little while later, Charlie ran into him again there and the two were seen speaking for about ten minutes.

They too, then went their separate ways and that was it.

At around dawn, Harry started to know something wasn't quite right.

He hadn't seen Dave in hours, which was unusual.

Even on nights when they were assigned to different areas, they usually crossed pass At some point at seven am, when a safety medium was held in Plant four, Dave didn't show.

That was odd enough to make Harry uneasy, but he brushed off, assuming maybe Dave was tied up with overtime work.

Then, when Harry headed back to the maintenance building, his warri grew Dave's toolbox was still sitting open lock in keys, exactly where he'd left them at the start of a shift.

It seemed that his belongings hadn't moved at all.

Trying not to panic, though, Harry wrapped up a shift and went about his day.

Before leaving, he mentioned to a security guard that he had to make an appointment and couldn't stick, but asked him to let Dave know that he'd swing back later.

After the appointment, Harry returned to the planets promised, but no one had seen any sign of Dave while Harry was gone.

Harry then left a note for Dave with the security that read quote Dave waited till ten forty five.

Finally went home sorry.

As all of this was going on.

Elsewhere in the plant, something strange was happening.

Around seven thirty that morning, a furnace operator in one of the plants complained to his supervisor the casings in his oven were coated with a sticky residue and there was a smell he didn't recognize.

The supervisor, however, dismissed the concern and told him to get back to work, and the furnace continued to roar on at eleven pm that night, when Harry stopped by the restaurant where he and Dave usually met to carpool, Dave's car was already there.

At first, this was relief.

It wasn't uncommon for Dave to show up early and get something to eat at the restaurant or pick something up for his lunch, so Harry figured he was inside.

It was also Dave's turn to drive, so Harry walked over to Dave's car and leaned against the fender to wait for him.

Immediately, though he he noticed it was stone cold, and so was the hood.

The car clearly hadn't been driven for hours.

At this point, Harry's worry finally tipped over into alarm.

He drove to the plant and reported Dave missing to security the moment he arrived at the facility.

Security got to work right away looking for Dave, and one of the first things they did was pro up in Dave's locker.

Inside were the clothes that Dave had worn the night before, left untouched.

A full search of the facility then turned up nothing, and with no sign of Dave anywhere, company officials finally called the police.

When police arrived at the planet, they didn't have to dig far before something unsettling came to light.

Records from Plant six showed that at five pin fifteen on the morning Dave disappeared, the furnace temperature, which normally kept steady at thirteen hundred and fifty degrees, had suddenly dropped by twenty eight degrees, not once, but twice.

The dip was small enough to correct itself quickly, but big enough to suggest that something foreign had been dumped inside.

An engineer also later noted that the furnace's clocks ran about ten minutes fast, meaning the drop had really happened closer to five a that just so happened to be around the time Dave was last seen.

The implication was obviously chilling.

Was Dave these sudden cause of the temperature drops?

At first it seemed too horrifying to believe, But three days later, when the furnace was shut down and allowed to cool, investiators began to sift around the hard and waist inside.

What they pulled out erased any lingering doubt.

There was a fragment of an eyeglass frame, a steel toe from a boot, an alligator clip from a nametag, and pieces of Dave's walkie talkie.

His keys were also found in the furnace, twisted and burned.

Three of them belonged to padlocks traced back to him, and a fourth key, possibly to his house, was bent and warped to beyond recognition.

Most disturbing of all, though, among the debris, were fragments of bone so charred by the furnace's heat.

They crumbled like ash.

One other discovery stood out as especially odd, which was a piece of stainless steel wire looped into three interlocking circles.

No one could explain what it was or how it ended up in the furnace along with the other items, but either way the Sheriff's department can ccli ued what most had feared, Dave was dead and seemed to have been consumed by a machine built to melt metal.

After the discovery, an investigation began, but almost immediately the details didn't line up.

Harry remembered clearly that Dave's keys had been sitting on his toolbox long after the time the furnace registered its drop in temperature.

When he left work well after five am, which again is when Dave is believed to have gone missing, they were still there By the time he came back that night, they were gone, So somehow between then and when vescuar sifted through the furnace, they'd ended up inside along with Dave.

So once the remains were pulled from the furnace, the official question became how Dave died.

Investigators immediately floated the idea that David decided.

To end things on his own.

On paper, there were reasons to believe this.

Dave's medical history gave investigators something to hang on to.

Years earlier, he had been treated for schizophrenia, and during his divorce he struggled with alcohol and once beden an attempt.

To end things before.

Charlie also told police that Dave looked downcast that night.

This was enough for authorities to sketch out the narrative that David maybe I'm the furnace ladder and jumped in, but almost everyone.

Who actually knew Dave pushed back.

Dave's daughter pointed out that her father had made concrete plans for the future, bought enough cigarettes to get him through the week, and even paid his bills for the month.

Dave's psychiatrist also even flatly said that he was not prone to such ideations despite his condition.

And finally, Harry, who had spent a fair portion of the night with Dave, said that nothing about Dave's demeanor that night suggests the man on the brink.

Maybe most importantly, though the mechanics of this theory didn't line up.

The furnace access slot was tiny, just nine inches by twenty two inches, hardly enough for a grown man to force himself through.

The top of the furnace also stood four feet high, meaning Dave would have had to climb up a ladder, squeeze himself through the narrow slot, and somehow slide entirely inside, all while facing unimaginable heat.

Doctors and scientists consulted later noted it was nearly impossible for someone to maneuver through an opening like that unaided, and the more they thought about it, the less sense it made.

That left a much darker possibility, which was that someone else had done it on Plamployee told police he believed there was no way Dave had ended up in the furnace on his own.

He was convinced that Dave was lowered in already dead or unconscious.

An investigative reporter who had been covering the news of the plant for years came to a similar conclusion.

He believed that Dave had either been shot or knocked out before his body was disposed of in the furnace, and that the cover up went straight to the top, and Dave's family leaned even further into this theory.

They suspected he'd been dismembered and placed into the furnace in stages, which they believe explaining the two separate temperature drops.

They also suspected that he'd been targeted because he was prepared to blow the whistle on the plant's radioactive releases.

Dave was apparently staunchly rule following.

He apparently even complained to Charlie but another employee he caught sleeping on the job.

That stubborn streak his family believed made him a threat to people who had seecret to protect.

As mentioned before, management downplayed the risks of the factory, and, as it would turn out, by the fall of nineteen eighty four, just a few months after Dave's death, a factory accident sent a massive cloud of radioactive smoke into the atmost, drawing public attention to what was really going on at the plant for the first time.

An investigation would later reveal that the plant had been leaking poison into its own backyard for decades, and officials had allegedly known about it.

It's been speculated that Dave found out what was going on there and was prepared to blow the whistle.

Police, however, refused to call it a homicide without evidence of a struggle, without a suspect, and with Dave's past mental health history, they stuck with the theory that Dave by his own doing.

One detective even suggested that if anyone else tried to shove Dave into the furnace, they would have burned themselves.

Without hot furnaces were kept as you might imagine, though this conclusion didn't satisfy the people who knew him best.

In the months after Dave's death, the investigation fizzled and the police never pressed for with charges.

In September of nineteen eighty four, just three months after Dave vanished into the furnace, his family tried to have him declared legally dead so they could manage his estate.

By that time, police.

Were no longer actively investigating, but even so, the coroner's office refused to issue a death certificate because of the lack of substantial physical remains, It would take nearly two more years before a probate court finally declared him legally dead in March of nineteen eighty six.

On top of that, the family was even stuck without a body to memorialize or bury properly.

Pieces of Dave had been found, but what was left of him couldn't be safely put underground.

The furnace not only destroyed most of his body, but it had poisoned it as well.

The remains were so contaminated with radioactive particles that they were considered hazardous waste, so instead of being laid to rest in the cemetery, Dave's bones were packed into a contaminant drum and sent to Nevada to be stored with a radioactive waste from the nation's nuclear weapons program.

Five years later, in nineteen eighty nine, the plant was shut down amid the growing scandal over the radioactive releases and been hiding from the public to this day.

To many, what exactly happened to Dave remains a complete mystery.