Some of the most disturbing events in history were recorded on tape.

And then the tapes disappeared.

Erased, destroyed, locked away forever.

Not because nothing happened, but because what did happen was too disturbing to ever be seen.

Today, we're covering the cases where missing footage changed everything.

A preschool investigation that spiraled into mass hysteria.

A live stream watched by hundreds that ended in death, a movie scene that went wrong and was buried, and a legendary stage performance whose final moments were never released.

If you enjoy videos like these, hit the like button, subscribe to the channel, and let's get into some horrifying lost media.

The Mcmartin Preschool Trial August 1983, Manhattan Beach, CA A small simple building with a rudimentary playground, intimate classrooms, and a little sign hung up at the entrance painted an old western lettering which read Mcmartin Preschool.

It was founded by Virginia Mcmartin, and together with her daughter Peggy and grandson Ray Bucky, they ran the daycare without incident for 28 years.

Nothing exciting had ever happened until 1983, when one accusation turned the school's reputation on its head.

According to a woman named Judy Johnson, whose son attended daycare at Mcmartin, he'd begun to experience painful bowel movements, and she believed her son was being harmed at school by his teacher, Ray Bucky.

But the fear didn't come out of nowhere.

You see, this was in the heat of the Satanic panic, a worldwide phenomena where people believe that saying this were endangering their communities.

And Judy Johnson believed her son was exploited by Ray Bucky for his own sick satanic pleasures.

She would make several more accusations, including daycare workers having inappropriate contact with animals and claiming that Ray flew in the air, which of course is insane.

But the public didn't seem to think so, and neither did the police.

The investigation began immediately.

Ray Buckley was interviewed and questioned for hours, but at the end of the day there was no proof, no medical records, no history of abuse.

The only adult witnesses would have been his family, who surely would lie on his behalf.

So the only witnesses left were the children.

On September 8th, 1983, just one day after Ray Bucky's arrest, the Manhattan Beach Police Department sent out a bulletin to over 200 parents of students, former and current, that read Dear Parent.

This department is conducting a criminal investigation.

Ray Buckley, an employee of Virginia Mcmartin's preschool, was arrested September 7th, 1983 by this department.

The following procedure is obviously an unpleasant one, but to protect the rights of your children as well as the rights of the accused, this inquiry is necessary for a complete investigation.

Records indicate that your child has been or is currently a student at the preschool.

We are asking your assistance in this continuing investigation.

Please question your child to see if he or she has been a witness to any crime or if he or she has been a victim.

Our investigation indicates that possible criminal acts include And I have to change this because it was pretty graphic but basically touching the students in their no no square under the pretense of taking the child's temperature.

Pretty disturbing stuff.

Also, photos may have been taken of your student in their no no area as well.

Any information from your child regarding having ever observed Ray Bucky.

To leave a classroom alone with a child during any nap period or if they have ever observed Ray Bucky tying someone up is important.

Please complete the enclosed information form and return it to this department in the enclosed stamped return envelope as soon as possible.

We will contact you if circumstances dictate same.

We ask you to please keep this investigation strictly confidential because of the nature of the charges and the highly emotional fact it could have on your community.

Please do not discuss this investigation with anyone outside your immediate family.

Do not contact or discuss the investigation with Raymond Bucky, any member of the accused defendants family or employees connected with the Mcmarton Preschool.

There is no evidence to indicate that the management of Virginia Mcmarton Preschool had any knowledge of this situation and no detrimental information concerning the operation of the school has been discovered during this investigation.

Also, no other employee in the school is under investigation for any criminal act.

That little annotation at the end is completely correct.

There was no evidence, no indication that any crime had been committed from either Ray or the faculty.

It was a he said, she said case from the start.

But the actions of the Police Department make it abundantly clear they weren't looking to exonerate him.

They weren't even looking to investigate him.

In their minds, he was already guilty.

The organization that hosted the interviews that interviewed the kids was called Children's Institute International, an LA based abuse therapy clinic run by American social worker Key McFarlane.

And what they did was an affront to medical science in the hunt for the supposed crime.

They created the crime.

In the heat of the Satanic Panic, normal everyday people were more susceptible to fear.

They believed something was happening and they needed proof, no matter the cost.

The people interviewing the kids ended up asking them suggestive questions or leading questions.

These are questions that not only justify the interviewer's own bias, but these kind of statements skew the perspective of the interviewee.

For instance, instead of asking what happened at school, they'd ask.

He violated you, didn't he?

Not much room for interpretation.

Not much room for alternative facts or new perspectives.

That's a yes or no.

And if someone said no, they'd reword that same question over and over in 100 different ways until the answer was yes.

And once they got that, yes, it was a wrap.

Raymond Bucky, his sister Peggy Anne, Hi, their mother Peggy Mcmartin, Bucky, grandmother Virginia Mcmartin and three teachers were all charged with seen eighteen children at the Mcmartin Preschool.

By the end of the interviews, 360 children were apparent witnesses to the crimes of Ray Bucky, and according to them, he did more than kill a horse.

The children had also seen witches flying in the air, they'd traveled by hot air balloon on occasion, were taken deep underground through a network of tunnels beneath the school, taken to parties at airports and car washes, and one even claimed to have entered a secret room by being flushed down a toilet.

And I am seriously not making any of this up.

This was the bulk of the accusations.

That is, of course, excluding the physical aspects of the crimes.

360 children, 360 testimonies.

Physical injury, exploitation, Warped supernatural stories.

Most of those interviewed were photographed without their clothes, not by doctors, but by a quote UN quote medical examiner who identified tiny scars or pieces of skin that supposedly indicated systemic abuse.

And all of these interviews were taped.

Every single one days worth of footage, lie after lie, they recorded each child hypnotized into lying about a single man, interrogated for hours on end, regurgitating the ludicrous imaginary scenes fed to them by a scared community of unqualified, irresponsible idiots.

And during this period, Ray Bucky was still in jail, where he would remain for another five years while the lies piled up day after day.

More evidence would come forward.

Another child, another story, another evidence of his monstrosity.

And he would have to wait longer, rotting in a cell while the investigators hammered in nails.

And there's more.

During the pretrial, Judy Johnson, who made the original accusation, was hospitalized for acute paranoid schizophrenia.

All of the testimony she made, all of the accusations that started this snowball of chaos, fear and consequences were made by a mentally ill woman.

And to me, that's incredibly sad.

Not only was Ray Bucky falsely imprisoned because of these claims, but if officials cared enough to question her a little more, they would have realized she was ill and she might have gotten help.

But she didn't.

And in 1986, before the preliminary hearing concluded, Judy Johnson died of chronic alcoholism.

The preliminary hearing lasted 20 months and in the end, Ray Bucky was acquitted on all charges.

And trial.

S2 counts 3.

On January 18th, 1990.

Count 9.

Count 12.

After 124 witnesses count.

14.

1000 pieces of evidence.

Count 56.

Count 57.

And $15 million of taxpayers money 50.

9.

The longest and most expensive criminal trial in U.S.

history came to an end.

We, the jury in the above entitled action fine Very Defendants not guilty.

The case lasted 7 years and cost 15,000,000 taxpayer dollars.

But we aren't here to talk about how ridiculous this case is.

You can see that for yourself.

No, we're here to talk about the tapes.

And although the tapes no longer exist, I found a transcript from the McCarthy trial and a doctor, Michael Maloney, testifying on his experience watching 40 of the tapes.

Here are a couple of quotes from the transcript, edited for decency.

In almost all cases, the interview started withdrawing a picture that was typically outlined by the interviewer.

After that there was a procedure where they went into naming body parts, the specific focus being on the private parts.

There was then an introduction of so-called anatomically correct dolls with the focus again on the private parts of the dolls.

There was an introduction of pictures of students and teachers from the school, where persons were identified by the examiner and by the child, with specific focus on certain teachers in the school and sometimes the child himself.

There was an introduction of puppets as a method of presenting information.

There was an introduction of the nature of these dolls, that they were dolls that you could not find in the store.

There was an introduction of variously referred to yucky, sneaky, and tricky games.

There was an introduction of Ray Bucky being a bad person surveilled by police.

There was an introduction of bodily functions in terms of Ray Bucky and what that might look like and so forth.

Those items were in almost every case here and in many others as well.

The defense asked the doctor about reinforcement, how was it done?

And the doctor says this if a child were to have identified a private part of the drawing.

The dolls were then introduced and the interviewer say what was this part?

Again, if they answered correctly, the reply would be great.

You're smart.

You're really a smart kid.

That's the reinforcement.

As well as this, there is an implication, if not a statement, that there's something wrong.

At this point, from the children, we don't know if there's anything wrong or not, but saying these dolls help us figure out some of these things presents the idea that there is something that needs to be figured out.

So that's a strange setting behavior as well.

There's ground laid out.

We're going to have to work on something here.

And some of the tapes, there's something much more specific saying that negative things happened.

There are words like yucky used very frequently in these statements.

We're using the dolls as an intermediary.

The dolls will help us figure it out.

This is where you could really get into the risk of a fantasy problem.

You are removing responsibility from the child you're not saying to that child.

I want you to tell me what you know.

You're saying we can use the dolls, They'll help us.

The McCarthy preschool trial is one of the most horrifying American witch hunts in our modern day.

The fear of Satanism put an innocent man in jail for five years with no recourse for the lies told against him.

In my opinion, everyone was a victim in this case, not just Ray Bucky, but 360 innocent children subject to intense interrogation in whose very minds were warped and molded into engines of fantasy.

What should they think as they grow up?

What's real, what isn't?

The feelings of guilt, shame and confusion must have been so immense for the students and although the tapes have been destroyed, we can only imagine what kind of damage they dealt on their unwitting participants.

Abraham Biggs On November 19th, 2008, a 19 year old boy named Abraham Biggs opened his computer and made a post on a forum he visited every day.

The title read Ask a guy who is going to OD tonight anything.

Inside the thread, Abraham listed the drugs he planned to take, wrote a brief note about what he was dealing with, and shared a link to a Justin live stream in early Internet streaming site.

He wasn't joking.

He was inviting people to watch.

As the minutes ticked on, more and more people joined Abraham's live stream.

These were the people he considered family.

I know it's kind of sad, Biggs wrote.

He felt he couldn't talk about his troubles offline.

He didn't want to bother anyone, but he felt comfortable talking with the family he made on bodybuilding.

In fact, he had posted about wanting to end things a couple times on the site.

And today he was going to commit.

Before long, hundreds of people were watching the live stream.

Abraham had a laundry list of medications in front of them, but he hadn't taken any yet.

He was waiting to talk it through, and as his family from Bodybuilder joined the stream, they encouraged him to do it.

Laughed at him, coaxed him on.

Those people who actually wanted him to live didn't know what to do, where he was or who to call.

And while these small few work to save his life, the rest were content with watching, like a man on the ledge in the crowd below.

These people wanted him to jump, A poor, sad boy who needed help in the comfort of his community.

Encouraged to end it all, Abraham swallowed a handful of medications he laid down for his final rest and never woke up.

Eventually, a site moderator managed to contact emergency services, but when they arrived at the residence, Abraham Biggs was already gone.

According to investigators, the chat was still live with a little less than 200 people, and most were expressing their shock or their amusement.

They turned off the camera as the chat log rolled on.

OMGLOL.

It had been 12 hours since his initial post.

Now I just want to say this story completely broke my heart.

It was unnecessary, completely preventable and the fact people were sitting around encouraging him to do it is disgusting.

Beyond disgusting.

The people who encouraged him are monsters and cowards plain and simple.

A 19 year old boy needed help and the people he called family pushed him over the edge.

And I'd like to say I can't believe people would act like this but I can.

The Internet is a hole sometimes and it's the sad truth.

I'm not surprised his father was of a similar mindset as a human being.

You don't watch someone in trouble and sit back and just watch.

Now.

On Justin, the live streaming site he was live streaming on, all of the live streams were recorded.

They had an automatic archiving feature that would save live streams as videos, and Abraham's video was saved.

We don't know how long the footage was up, but it was later removed by Justin after heavy backlash and destroyed.

It no longer exists on the Internet, and for good reason, CEO Michael Seibel stated.

We regret that this has occurred and respect the privacy of the broadcaster and his family during this time.

We have policies in place to discourage the distribution of distressing content, and our community monitors the site accordingly.

This content was flagged by our community, reviewed and removed according to our terms of service.

He also encouraged viewers to be more vigilant and active in the future.

So, at least officially, the video no longer exists.

The company doesn't either.

As a matter of fact, it would later become Twitch.

But the memory of Abraham Biggs lives on, a haunting reminder of what people are capable of in the depravity of the Internet when left to its own devices.

The Crow November 27th, 1940 San Francisco, CA A Chinese American boy is born under the name Lee Jun Fan.

His father was an opera singer and had traveled to the States for an opera tour in Chinatown.

Given his US birth, he was a citizen and after a string of messy teenage fights in Hong Kong and his father's brutal opiate addiction, he at the age of 18 moved to Seattle, WA.

Here he would continue training in martial arts and become one of the biggest movie stars of all time, single handedly bringing martial arts to an American audience and becoming the first Chinese American superstar.

While his birth name is Li Junfan, you know him as Bruce Lee and he was a sensation.

Beginning his career on the television show The Green Hornet.

Bruce Lee was responsible for popularizing Wing Tune, a Chinese martial art that focuses on close range hand to hand combat.

He was asked to fight more like an American, but he refused, and the style he showcased was so incredibly popular and foreign to American audiences.

It wasn't long before he was showcasing those same skills and other hit movies.

The Big Boss, Fist of Fury, Way of the Dragon, Game of Death.

Of his eight biggest movies, they grossed an incredible $740 million, or approximately $4 billion adjusted for inflation.

And that isn't shocking considering, well, the guy was a powerhouse according to his contemporaries.

Bruce Lee's style of fighting was so fast it couldn't be seen on camera.

He had to slow it down for audiences.

He was a master of martial arts, one of the most valuable entertainers of his day, and gained global recognition for it.

But unfortunately, his star was fading.

On May 10th, 1973, Bruce Lee collapsed during an ADR session for one of his movies and died at the hospital.

Several of his movies were released posthumously, and Hollywood went into mourning.

Who could replace the wickedly talented martial artist?

Who could fill such big shoes?

Well thankfully another Lee was coming of age, Bruce Lee's son Brandon Lee.

Bruce had taught his son everything he knew about martial arts and by the age of 5 Brandon was capable of kicking through a one inch wooden board.

As a child he attended his father on set and became interested in the movie industry and by the time he was in his early teens he decided to become an actor.

After his father's death, Brandon was determined to continue his father's legacy, and although he found some minor success to win smaller films like Showdown in Little Tokyo, he didn't achieve mainstream financial or critical success.

The studios in the public didn't know if Brandon was capable of achieving the same success as his father, so Brandon waited patiently, picking up smaller roles until he got his big break.

The Crow written by James O Barr after the unexpected death of his wife.

The Crow was a comic book release series released in 1989, and before long it was an underground hit.

The plot of the story is a little convoluted, so I'll boil it down to the fundamentals.

A rocker named Eric Draven and his fiancee are brutally assaulted and killed, and one year later, Eric is resurrected by the spirit of the Crow and goes on a revenge mission to kill all the people who killed his fiancee.

It's a macabre supernatural superhero thriller.

The actual conception of the film was complicated originally when it was first being pitched to studios.

The first major studio approach ended in a withdrawal because they wanted it to be a musical starring Michael Jackson, which is crazy, but it was the 90s.

Eventually it made its way to New Line Cinema, who wanted the film to star either Christian Slater or River Phoenix.

In development, it was discussed bringing in Brandon Lee to star, but the author, James O Barr, didn't see it.

He didn't think Brandon was right for the role.

He didn't believe Brandon could reach deep and dig for the gritty character he'd written.

Eventually, Brandon convinced him, dropping 20 lbs to star as Eric Draven, and after months of debate, he'd gotten the role.

The Crow was going to be Brandon Lee's big break.

It was a big title with a principal role, and it would break Brandon out from the martial arts typecast.

They began filming in February of 1993, and in March of that same year, just a month after they began shooting, tragedy struck.

Brandon was filming a scene where his character Eric is shot after witnessing the assault and murder of his wife.

In the scene, actor Michael Massey's character Fun Boy shoots Eric with a 44 magnum as he walks in the room.

And for this particular scene, they would need a close up of the gun.

Now typically the guns we see in film and TV aren't real, at least most aren't.

When guns are shot and close up, they will sometimes use real guns, but the ammunition will be fake.

These fake rounds of ammunition are called dummy rounds.

Essentially they are real bullets, but with no powder or primer, meaning when the gun goes off it doesn't fire, but it looks realistic because it is, in essence, real.

Normally, production would purchase commercial dummy bullets for a scene, but given the tight shooting schedule and an even tighter budget, production elected to make the dummy bullets themselves.

They did this by pulling the bullets from live rounds, dumping the powder, and reinserting the bullets, but the primer remained.

For those of you who aren't familiar, the primer is essentially a small explosive.

When the gun is triggered, it ignites the primer, which in turn ignites the powder, which sets off the gun.

Now, without the powder, it wouldn't fire an actual bullet, but if the gun were fired, the primer has enough force to launch the bullet.

Not far enough to leave the barrel, but just enough to get it stuck.

Two weeks before the scene, witnesses reported seeing an unsupervised actor firing that gun with the homemade dummy rounds.

And all of this led to the fatal day.

The lights were hot, the set was decorated, actors flooded the sound stage, and with the call of action, the cameras began to roll.

Michael fired the gun at Brandon Lee, which was primed with blank rounds.

Now these rounds are different.

Blank rounds are rounds of ammunition with powder and primer, Just no bullet.

But the prop supervisor hadn't checked the gun, and in the barrel was the stuck bullet from two weeks earlier.

So with primer, powder and now a bullet, Massey pulled the trigger and to everyone's horror, Brandon Lee was shot square in the abdomen.

At first they didn't realize Brandon was supposed to fall forwards, but oddly he fell backwards.

When the director, Alex Proyaz yelled cut, Brandon didn't move.

He thought Brandon was just acting or playing a joke.

That was until someone checked his pulse, and it was dangerously slow.

Brandon Lee was rushed to the hospital.

Attempts were made to save his life, but they were unsuccessful, and after six hours of emergency surgery, Brandon Lee was declared dead.

Production debated whether or not to continue the movie, and after months of deliberation and legal obligation, they did.

Seeing how Brandon only had three more days of shooting to complete, they rewrote part of the script, shot some of the scenes with body double s and early CGI face replacement, and the movie was complete.

The footage of Brandon Lee's death existed for a time, but was destroyed after a thorough police investigation at the request of the Lee family.

It will never be recovered, and frankly, it's for the best.

The Crow went on to gross $94 million at the box office, which is about $140 million today.

And it was Brandon Lee's biggest hit.

A cult classic, well remembered and an undebated success.

Rest in peace, Brandon Lee Ziegfried and Roy.

Sticking with the theme of entertainment, enter Ziegfried and Roy, the power couple magic act that took Las Vegas by storm for almost 40 years.

And originally I wasn't going to include the two magicians, but this story is so insanely good I just had to include it.

Here it goes.

First, let's meet the show stoppers.

Both Siegfried and Roy were both born in German occupied Europe under the Stormtrooper armband boy regime.

I can't say the group because of YouTube's guidelines, but it's the 1940s in Germany and the dictator has a funny mustache.

You know who I'm talking about.

Anyway, both of their fathers were Alcoholics.

Violent rage filled soldiers.

Siegfried found an escape from his abusive household in the performance of magic tricks.

He picked up a book on magic at a young age and practiced all through his adolescence.

He enjoyed card tricks, optical illusions, and fun trickery.

It brought him joy, making family members laugh and leaving his friends in awe and amazement.

Roy on the other hand took a liking to animals.

He had taken care of his family dog for many years and with his new found responsibility he came to love any creature with four legs, and the more exotic the better.

A family friend founded a zoo in Bremen, Germany, so Roy had access to exotic animals from a young age.

Eventually both of them naturalized to the United States and started working on a cruise ship.

At the time they didn't know each other.

Roy had taken the job to escape his abusive family, working as a waiter and bellboy, and Siegfried was performing in a small magic show on board.

One night, Roy challenged Siegfried to pull a cheetah out of his hat, which obviously Ziegfried couldn't do.

But the request had intrigued Ziegfried and they met up after the show.

The two were enamored by one another.

Their chemistry was undeniable, and before long they were performing together.

And people love them.

It was clear early on their charismatic personas dominated any stage.

Eventually, and I'm not making this up, the two were fired from their cruise ship gig for smuggling a live cheetah on board the ship in a laundry bag.

Which is both hysterical and batshit insane.

But you know, this was the 60s.

Things were different in the 60s.

In 1964, the owner of the Astoria Theater in Roy's childhood neighborhood of Bremen saw the two performing on a Caribbean cruise ship.

She loved them immediately and hired them to perform at our nightclub.

From there they had a long and outstanding European career, performing all across the European nightclub circuit.

And around this time they started working with Tigers.

Siegfried and Roy were known for their big cat shows, specifically the use of white tigers and lions.

They were the centerpiece of the magic act, not just visually striking and dangerous, but specially trained to perform.

The tigers and lions were just as important as the magicians themselves.

They gave the show an almost mythical air, disappearing behind clouds of smoke, jumping through hoops and define reality.

The two performers workers weren't your typical circus ringmasters, abusing their animals and beating them into submission.

They actually truly love their big cats.

They raised each of them from Cubs.

Roy would personally cuddle with these animals, take photos, talk to them and hand feed them.

There was a trust built between them, a bond.

They were also lifetime conservationists.

They ran a private compound with dozens of exotic animals, not just tigers and lions, and they took pride in their respectful symbiotic relationship with the great beasts of prey.

In 1967, they were discovered by promoter Tony Azzi and asked to perform in Las Vegas, and the rest is history.

They performed across Las Vegas for over 36 years.

Casinos open on the promise that Ziegfried and Roy would perform in the draw they had internationally meant a lot of business for Vegas.

Together, the pair earned an incredible $300 million over their career.

But it all ended in 2003 when the unthinkable happened.

A show began at The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas.

Siegfried and Roy were about to go on performing for about 1500 audience members.

The crowd was electric.

Everyone expected their typical performance, a world renowned spectacle, dazzling and amazing.

But what they got instead was bloodshed.

The Tiger's name was Mount Acor.

He was a 7 year old tiger raised by the duo and had been performing with them for years.

Now, the exact details of the event are widely debated, but what we do know is that for whatever reason, as they were performing, Monticore missed his mark.

He'd never done that before.

The stagehands found it odd.

In fact, Siegfried and Roy found it odd.

Roy tried to redirect him, but the tiger was confused.

For whatever reason, he wasn't sure what to do.

His behavior was off now.

Maybe it was the crowd, the flashing lights, the applause.

Maybe it was just an off day for the 7 foot 400 LB tiger.

But regardless, something was wrong.

The tiger was being stubborn.

Roy attempted to give Manticore a more direct command by gently pushing the Tiger's head.

This was a trick he'd used 1000 times before.

Sometimes the animals got confused.

They needed more direction, but Monticor wasn't having it.

He pushed Roy's hand away, refusing to move, and what happened next is predominantly anecdotal, coming from the audience members who were in attendance.

Apparently, Roy tried to signal the tiger again, and this time Monticor nipped at his hand, not seeing the danger he was in.

Roy attempted once again to get Menticor to move, but Menticor, confused and angry, didn't listen.

He bit Roy's wrist.

The crowd was confused.

They didn't know what was going on, whether or not it was all part of the show, until the music stopped and the stage went silent.

Now, Roy had been doing this for years, and he knew this was a dangerous situation.

So we took the microphone and smacked the tiger with the rubber head, calling for it to release his hand.

Monticor obeyed.

The conflict seemed to have ended, but the devastation was just beginning.

Attempting to back away, Roy fell on stage, right into the waiting paws of the frustrated manticore.

Now, for those of you who don't realize why this is bad, tigers are instinctual hunters.

It didn't matter that Roy had worked at the animal for years.

When he fell, the tiger saw him as prey, enacted accordingly.

Within seconds, Manticore was on top of Roy.

The massive tiger bit into Roy's neck and dragged him out of sight.

Blood pooled all over the stage.

Siegfried jumped into action, trying to get the tiger to release, but Manticore wouldn't budget.

Once backstage, the stagehand used fire extinguishers to beat Manticore, and finally, after what felt like years, the tiger let go, running back to his cage.

The Tiger's teeth had torn Roy's jugular vein, narrowly missing his carbroid artery.

State medics quickly stopped the bleeding, and all the while, Roy, struggling to breathe, shouted what could have been his last words.

Don't shoot the cat.

Don't shoot the cat.

A final plea to keep his beloved tiger alive.

Roy was rushed to get medical attention.

In route to the hospital, he repeatedly called Manticore a great cat and insisted that no harm come to him.

Later he would claim that he'd suffered a stroke on stage and that the cat was actually attempting to help him after seeing Roy fall.

Over the coming weeks, Roy experienced more stroke like symptoms and survived damage to his spinal cord from the attack that left him up partially paralyzed.

Now, like I said, this account of the event is anecdotal.

It might not be entirely accurate.

It's based on witness testimony because The Mirage refused to release the footage of the attack.

That's right, the whole thing was being taped.

When asked to release it, they outright refused, only releasing it to Siegfried and Roy themselves, who chose to keep the footage private as to protect their privacy.

That's what they said.

I don't know how this constitutes a privacy concern, but whatever.

Their cats, their business.

But because of this, the footage was never released, and after the attack, the duo stopped performing.

Monticore Tiger lived a peaceful life before his death in 2014 at the age of 17.

Roy died in 2020 and Siegfried died a year later after being put on Hospice for pancreatic cancer.

After the attack, the pair attempted to move on, choosing to live a more private life.

But no one could forget the terrifying event.

It stained their legacy, and today their magic act is remembered mostly for the horrible event that ended it.

All right guys, that wraps up some horrifying lost media.

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