Newton County Indiana cold cases re-opened WLFI Coverage: Adam, Brad, Charlene Doe

Charlene Doe – Willow Slough Park Fourth of July 1988

by Betsy James Cooper

Willow Slough is the place to go if you like hunting, fishing, and camping in the Morocco Indiana area. Some might say it’s about the only entertainment offered for the wildlife enthusiast in these parts. July 4, 1998 was no exception. The day of Independence! The Day of Celebration! The Fourth of July is a day families gather for parties, togetherness and fireworks. Many people in Morocco Indiana and the surrounding areas gathered that particular of Fourth of July and celebrated. People had picnics with chicken, pasta salad, corn bread and lemonade. Kids were running around with sparklers. Lots of eating, drinking and laughter happened that day, just what you would expect for a Fourth of July.

That day, that particular Fourth of July was not a good day for me or a friend of mine. It’s speculated that, that was day we met our final independence. We were set free from the confines of life.

On August 5, 1988, a man fishing at Beaver Creek in the Willow Slough State Park found me and my friend Tony. We had been killed by someone who didn’t want you to find us or know who we were, that’s clear by the fact they set us on fire to finish us off. They failed. My friend Tony was identified. The funny thing is that no one would tell them who I was. Why was that?

Now it’s time for the public to help. I mean, okay so Tony’s family and friends won’t tell them who I am. But I am somebody and somebody is probably looking for me right now in this very instance as you are reading this. 1988 was a long time ago. It’s time my family and friends find me and learn what happened to me. Like Tony’s family learned about him. Right?

Let me help you. I was an African American Female, twenty five to forty five years old, who stood about 5’6, and while my weight was unknown it’s stated that I had a very light (below average) build. Can I tell you a secret? I think you might consider that I was closer to twenty five. Medically speaking I had a joint disorder called Osteochondritis Dessicans and Spina Bifidea but it’s possible I didn’t even know about these conditions. Sometimes they exist but are not evident to the person who has them. Maybe as I had grown older I would have become aware of them, but we’ll never know that now will we?

One last interesting thing that may or may not help someone figure out who I am is a safety pin. It has the number 450 stamped on to it. It’s like one of those pins you see used for a public swimming pool. They found that pin along with a piece of Jordace Jeans, a red button and a small piece of what appears to be a red and white checkered vinyl cloth. As you can see we have come full circle back to the Fourth of July. Swimming and picnic tables just like any average Fourth of July celebration. Except this one, I died.

If you know about that Fourth of July 1988 in Morocco Indiana would you please call the following phone number and tell them. If you know who I am will you please call and tell them. It’s been too long. I’m ready to find closure. Help me find that closure.

Scott A. McCord, EMT-P, MLDI

Newton County Coroner

4117 W. 240 S.

Suite 500

Morocco, IN 47963

219-285-2515

CASE # 56-09-Charlene88

VIEW HER PROFILE AT A GLANCE HERE: Newton Indiana Jane Doe July 1988

Brad Doe - 1983

The 1970’s were more my time. The music was rip roaring. There were all types of genres. Bet you can’t guess what type I listened to? Nah I’m not got going to tell you that would be cheating. What type of music did you listen to? The clothes were wild. Where ever I looked there was always something bright, long, shiny and hip. Even the stuff you would never catch me in, was pretty interesting to watch pass by on someone else. The people, well the people were from all walks off life, left over hippies with peace and love running in their veins, to rock n roll superstars and fans who acted like they were the superstars. Don’t forget about the disco mentality. Heck, I think everybody shined in the 70s. A time of discovery.

Sure, I discovered myself. Then came the 80’s. Things go different in the 80’s. Clothes, music, people, even the drugs changed. My life got more complicated. It’s hard to explain really. So I won’t. Not here and now. 

The worse part of the 80’s for me was that it ended way too soon. I made some bad choices in the 80’s. And some things, well they went wrong. I ended up, I ended up a prisoner of psychopath serial killer named Larry Eyler.

Needless, to say I’m not able to sit face to face with you today to share my story. No instead, some person I’ve never met is putting words in my mouth hoping beyond hoping that maybe just maybe some of those words will get your attention.

If you haven’t figured it out. I’m dead. I most likely didn’t live to see my 23 birthday. See it turns out they guesstimate that I was 17 to 22 years old. I was a white male. I stood anywhere from 5’5 to 5’10, with an average build. I had medium length reddish hair. I also sported some homemade tattoos on my right forearm. When they found me I was wearing ankle high leather hiking boots size 10 ½ and button pocket brown slacks 30” waist and inseam.

Here’s the thing. Not only can I not sit down with you face to face because this creepoid killed me, but he didn’t remember my name. So when he gave up info on others that he also killed he couldn’t tell them anything about me. So I need your help. See my family they are probably wondering what happened to me. It’s been twenty-seven years since I died; possibly, longer since they saw me last. So I need you to help the authorities figure out who I am. Can you do that for me? I’d appreciate it.

Figure 1. The cross tattoo from the anterior right forearm (photo taken after cleaning & rehydration)

Figure 2. The rectangular tattoo from the posterior right forearm (photo taken after cleaning and rehydration)

If you know any information, please contact:

Newton Coroner's Office
4117 S. 240 W. Suite 500
Morocco, IN 47963

219-285-2515 Leave Message
219-285-2565 Fax

Case # 56-09-Brad83

UPDATED MAY 2011

Additional New Information: Possible gum disease causing resorption of the bone. Brad Doe likely chewed tobacco.

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Newton Indiana John Doe October 1983

View, Print & Distribute his flyer: Brad Doe Flyer 

Adam Doe – Can You Help Get Me Home?

In late July of 1983, I was hitchhiking near the intersection of US 41 and 63 near the city of Terra Haute, Indiana. I was offered a ride by this guy named Larry. Larry offered me alcohol and drugs and we went to this old barn on an abandoned farm in Lake Village, just east off Highway 41. It’s a ride I wish I hadn’t taken.

See the guy Larry that picked me up, well his name was Larry Eyler and he would later be dubbed the Highway Killer. You guessed it I ended up in a car with a serial killer. When we got to Lake Village turns out he had set up a “killing room.” He proceeded to tie me up, stab me to death and then bury me in a shallow grave.

There were three other guys he had killed and buried out there at that abandoned farm. All of the other three were buried together. Not me, I was segregated and buried alone.

The above facts that I’m sharing with you are based solely on the accounts given by the serial killer himself. I’m telling you this so you know that I may not have willingly got in his car, or the location he picked me up at may be different than what is stated. The hard cold reality is that I took a ride with a serial killer and now no one knows my name. So I’m here on Can You Identify Me? for you to help figure out who I am.

To figure out who I am I should share some personal information with you. You probably already guessed I was a black male. It’s been said I was about 15 to 20 years old. I was probably about 5’10 to 6’0 tall and weighed about 140 to 160 lbs, with a light to average build. I had short cropped black hair.

The good news is that my clothes might help identity me. Sure I wore Levi blue jeans, but I also had this red and white belt with the word “Devil” on it, the belt buckle was gold with the word “Jeans.” I also sported Hush Puppy style boots with a side buckle. Hopefully my articles of clothing when told to the right person will help identify me.

Now the job is finding the right person. I understand that you readers are going to take this narrative and spread it like wild fire. Sounds good to me! Maybe, if you tell enough people about me, where I was hanging out in 1983, the clothing I was wearing and who I got in the car with – maybe just maybe you can find my name. I’m sure my family would like to know what happened to me. I know I’d sure like to rest in peace with my true identity.


If you have information please contact:

Coroner - Newton County, Indiana

4117 S. 240 W.

Ste 500

Morocco, IN 47963

219-285-2515 Leave Message

219-285-2565 Fax

Case Number 56-09-Adam83

UPDATE: Coroners office address changed October 25, 2010

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE HERE: Newton Indiana John Doe October 1983

View, Print & Distribute his flyer: Adam Doe Flyer