Hi, crime junkies. I'm your host, Ashley Flowers. And I'm Britt. And the story I have for you today is about the women and girls whose lives were cut short after encountering a monster whose full reign of terror might not even be fully known. He hunted in his own backyard, the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, and there could be victims out there that

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the It's around 10 a.m. when Noel Turner realizes his 35-year-old wife Kay hasn't returned from her run.

Now, she had left around 8 a.m. and planned to be gone for about an hour,

but to make it home for breakfast. Well, that's now come and gone times two, and Noel is getting

a little worried. So he hops in his truck to see if he can go find her, probably just hoping that

she maybe sprained an ankle or got lost or something. Because though she's an avid runner, she is kind of an unfamiliar terrain right now.

Because this is Sunday, Christmas Eve, actually, of 1978.

And Noel and Kay are vacationing in this remote area of Oregon called Camp Sherman,

which is right off of this big main road known as Highway 20.

And they took this little trip as a holiday getaway with some friends,

exchanging gifts, sitting by the fire, like singing carols.

It was supposed to be this magical time, like doing all the Christmassy things.

But that wouldn't stop Kay from getting her workout in.

Again, avid runner.

And what should have been Kay's time to recharge and clear her head is quickly becoming now her family and friends with nightmare because there is no sign of Kay as her husband is driving around everywhere.

And by 1.30, Noll is thoroughly panicked, enough that now he needs to call police.

So Noel and others are eager to get searching

right away, but they're told by police to wait, which is just at this point burning precious

daylight hours in their mind. So eventually, sheriff deputies arrived and they, along with the locals

and the Turner's friends, finally do start searching for K.

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