It's like a scene out of a movie. There was tape, there were cops with dogs searching all around the crime scene. I just ran towards the cops and started yelling, shelly, shelly.

A young art student murdered. She said your daughter has been found in blood. Has been the phone with that.

This was brutal and this was savage. A clever killer leaves a blank canvas. You had no fingerprints, you had no DNA.

Police zero in on three fellow students. The dead girl's friend. Trying to corner her in the hallways at school, texting her on the phone. She's like he's really weirding me out.

Her boyfriend. He had daggers, knives, swords. Who collects that kind of stuff? And her roommates. Something like a lover would do.

And so, Lutley. And she could well have been that's probably what she was. She sure could have. Soon the dark picture begins to develop.

That's why this whole thing happened. A portrait of the artist as a young killer. You know there's an evil in there.

Once there was a quiet little girl in a quiet little town who liked to draw.

She drew the butterflies that floated quiet like her around Italy, Texas. Spelled just like the country, but they pronounced it.

She drew a butterfly art class when she was in elementary school. And all the little girls are like, oh that's so good. Draw me one. Draw me one.

Her name was Samantha Michelle Nance, but everybody called her Shelley. And her mother Cynthia loves to tell this story about her.

Everybody was just so impressed with her butterfly that she said, well I think I'm going to be an artist because I think I can do this.

So she just started honing her artistic talent from that point. She would draw everything. Anything, everything. She just loved to draw. And she'd draw and draw and draw.

Shelly was different from the other girls at school and at home, said her dad, Sam.

The other two girls we couldn't keep in the house. She didn't want to go out of the house. She was perfectly happy to be at home on the weekends, staying alone time by herself.

Which, as you can imagine, did not make a very popular in the intensely social world of growing up. But it didn't seem to matter much to Shelley.

What was it she said in the yearbook? Oh, they had them write a little app log for the seniors, all the seniors. And she wrote, you laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same.

She wasn't like you too. No. Tooth hole opposite. These are her sisters, Sean and Anson, Rachel David.

Yeah, I was the wildtoward. She got to draw.

Shelly, however, did not raise hell, not ever. She was very artistic, smart, non-ethnic, did not like athletics. That was more of me in her department.

Yeah. Just very shy. She was one that would sit in her room, read a book, play video game. Never had to worry about her.

She wasn't into tattoos, piercing, and alcohol, and sex for sure. She avoided the majority of everything that could have got her into trouble. And I was so happy because of that.

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