Jul 28, 2026 · 55 min · 12 segments
**1961 - Lincoln, Massachusetts.** On the afternoon of October 24, 1961, a quiet suburban neighborhood in Lincoln, Massachusetts became the setting for one of New England's most haunting mysteries…
Kristen SeaveyHost
The little blonde girl asked, will you come over to my house? The baby's crying and there's red paint all over the floor.
She dropped her off at her house about a half an hour prior, after she had spent a couple of hours playing with Douglas, Barbara's own four-year-old son.
It was a quarter past four on the afternoon of October 26, 1961, and Barbara had just returned from a quick trip to town and she was putting groceries away when she saw young Lillian marching across the road, something she was not permitted to do on her own.
The baby that Lillian said was crying was almost certainly her younger brother, two-year-old David.
Barbara knew her neighbor Joan was an attentive mother and would never leave her children alone for long.
Barbara recalled that she hadn't seen Joan when she dropped Lillian off earlier.
Had the child been waiting to ask for help since then? Barbara gathered her two children and walked with Lillian across the road.
They lived in a charming neighborhood in a semi-rural part of Lincoln, Massachusetts.
Their homes were all partially obscured by strands of branches and black oak and the sagging boughs of tall pines.
It was a fall New England afternoon, and the sun was hanging low in the sky, warming their necks as they made their way to the Rish residence.
A small group passed by Joan's car, a faded blue Chevrolet which was parked on the gentle incline of her driveway.
As they passed the car, the familiar middle-class white clabbered two-story home came into view.
She told Lillian to take her through the door the family used most often, a breezeway door that led straight to the kitchen.
There were pools and streaks of blood that were very obviously not paint all over the walls and floors.
The telephone handset had been ripped, cored and all from the wall-mounted receiver and put in a small trash can in the center of the kitchen floor.
A side table, usually positioned in the corner near the telephone, was overturned and pushed through a portal into an adjoining room.
The little blonde girl asked, will you come over to my house? The baby's crying and there's red paint all over the floor.
She dropped her off at her house about a half an hour prior, after she had spent a couple of hours playing with Douglas, Barbara's own four-year-old son.
It was a quarter past four on the afternoon of October 26, 1961, and Barbara had just returned from a quick trip to town and she was putting groceries away when she saw young Lillian marching across the road, something she was not permitted to do on her own.
The baby that Lillian said was crying was almost certainly her younger brother, two-year-old David.
Barbara knew her neighbor Joan was an attentive mother and would never leave her children alone for long.
Barbara recalled that she hadn't seen Joan when she dropped Lillian off earlier.
Had the child been waiting to ask for help since then? Barbara gathered her two children and walked with Lillian across the road.
They lived in a charming neighborhood in a semi-rural part of Lincoln, Massachusetts.
Their homes were all partially obscured by strands of branches and black oak and the sagging boughs of tall pines.
It was a fall New England afternoon, and the sun was hanging low in the sky, warming their necks as they made their way to the Rish residence.
A small group passed by Joan's car, a faded blue Chevrolet which was parked on the gentle incline of her driveway.
As they passed the car, the familiar middle-class white clabbered two-story home came into view.
She told Lillian to take her through the door the family used most often, a breezeway door that led straight to the kitchen.
There were pools and streaks of blood that were very obviously not paint all over the walls and floors.
The telephone handset had been ripped, cored and all from the wall-mounted receiver and put in a small trash can in the center of the kitchen floor.
A side table, usually positioned in the corner near the telephone, was overturned and pushed through a portal into an adjoining room.
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