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On December 9, 2001, Kathleen and Michael are enjoying their evening together having a couple glasses of wine, talking about the upcoming christmas festivities, work, the kids. Kathleen goes inside the house while Michael stays out to enjoy the rest of the evening sitting by their pool. When he decides to go inside, he finds Kathleen at the bottom of the stairs and calls 911. Michael Peterson called 911 at 2:40 a.m. to report that his wife had fallen down 15-20 steps.

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Kayla Mae Berg was born on a late summer day, August 29, 1994, in Wausau, Wisconsin, and spent her childhood roaming the gentle rolling hills of central Wisconsin. By August 11, 2009, the air in Antigo held a hot, muggy hush as the sun dipped toward the horizon. Fifteen-year- old Kayla climbed into a friend’ s car just after dusk, hoping to see her on-again, off-again boyfriend. She never came home. That evening, after a brief stop at the McDonald’ s on 5th Avenue— where the golden glow of the menu board reflected in her curious eyes— Kayla was driven to a vacant, half-renovated house in Wausau. No one saw her leave, and no trace of her has been found since. Fourteen years— and counting—of tireless searches, interviews, and dead ends have left her family and investigators without answers. The case remains open, the mystery unsolved.

The early summer dawn at Lake Bodom was deceptively tranquil: mist curled above the dark water, frogs croaked in the reeds, and pale birch trunks gleamed silver in the pre-sunshine haze. Yet in the small clearing near Espoo’s Oittaa Manor, the placid surface concealed a horror that would haunt Finland for decades. On the night of 4 June 1960, Maila Irmeli Björklund, fifteen, and her friend Anja Tuulikki Mäki, also fifteen, pitched a small canvas tent beside the lake’ s pebbled shore. Joining them were their boyfriends, eighteen-year-olds Seppo Boisman and Nils Gustafsson, laughing and passing around cigarettes as they settled down to sleep under a vault of sparkling stars.