Hi crime junkies, I'm your host Ashley Flowers and I'm Britt and the story I have for you today is about two best friends planning to close out summer with like a classic American flare at a high school field party. But when the girls never make

it home, what should have been a scene out of a 90s teen flick turns into something

out of a horror movie instead.

This is the story of J.B. Hilton Beasley and Tracy Hollitt. Oh, Back in 1999, 17-year-old J.B. Hilton-Beesley and Tracy Holllett are best friends.

I mean, inseparable.

So when Tracy has to spend J.B.'s birthday working the closing shift at J.C. Penny

one Saturday night in July,

J.B does the thing that any true thickest thieves best friends would do.

She goes to the mall a little before nine to wait for Tracy and keep her

company while she's closing.

After, the two planned to head back to Tracy's house to get ready before heading out to Hedlund

to like tear it up on their last weekend of summer break.

And by tear it up, I mean like the high school version in Dothan, Alabama, which seems similar to what I know growing up in Indiana, like they're going to a field party.

I love this already. I know.

I know. Now, the girls are already getting a late start and

Tracy's got a hard 1130 curfew so when Tracy's shift is over they get home they

get ready as quick as they can and they're out the door in no time.

Now, Tracy's mom, Carol, is working a double that day, so she's not there to see the girls off.

But she does get home right around 1130, when Tracy is supposed to be rolling in as well.

But instead of seeing Tracy walk through the door, Carol hears the phone ring.

Not the main house line, it's a second line, the one in Tracy's room.

And she ignores it, figuring it some friend calling to recap the night, whatever, but

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