There was no sound, no warning. He bounded from the darkness and was on me like a panther.

A long arm snaked out and coiled around my waist. It clamped down on me like a vice.

In a flash his other arm snatched the loose cords of my housecoat and whipped them upward.

With blinding speed he lashed the cords around my throat three times and yanked hard. I gasped in agony. Tonight we are shipping up to Boston. We're going to Boston. We're going to Boston's Back Bay.

See anybody know where that's at?

Sure do.

Yeah.

Well, tell me about it.

I mean, it's, you know, it's downtown.

I mean, is it nice?

It is now. What about in the 60s? I wasn't alive in the 60s but

Yeah, dodgy, dodgy but at best. All right this is Boston's Back Bay. So let's see because I don't want to see it. The woman we're talking about tonight lived in a really nice apartment, but this was in 1963 where we're going.

Okay. So I don't know how much it's changed. So we're not going to a big

condominium like this. It seems like in the story and I couldn't find the the address but it seemed like maybe a little condo, three or four people

living there and I'm sure it wasn't like this in the 60s. I'm sure there wasn't as many buildings.

But this is Back Bay and apparently it thought it was really nice but you guys say it's not so I don't know no it's it is nice I mean anything in Boston is crazy expensive.

Yeah, I bet.

January 15th, 1963 is where we're starting tonight.

This is Boston's Back Bay.

It's a large brown stone home.

There are multiple people that live in this home, but also who lives at this home is a Miss Muriel McLachlan and her husband.

Now they're both elderly and you'll see a picture of her 70-ish what do you think looking at the newspaper there yeah

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