You can call me Natch P, and it’s time to get back to the basics.

Was I rap star? Was I hip music mogul in the making? Could I have been working my way up the shady underbelly of the rap world? Could I have been working the streets pimping my music to anyone who would listen? Could I have been on the brink of discovery? Sure, why not!

Was I college student? Was I studying politics and government? Could I have been running for an office, for school recognition? Could I have been on the debate team? Could I have been President of the United States someday? Sure, why not!

Was I fast on my feet? Was I able to run the field? Could I move and glide with a ball? Did I look good in that uniform? Could I have been on the road to great success working my way to the NFL? Sure, why not!

Was I an average hard-working guy simply trying to get by in life? A guy who wanted to provide for his family? A guy who wanted to have fun after work? A guy who wanted to meet someone nice and fall in love? Sure, why not!

Anything is possible about how my life could have turned out. Unfortunately, it didn’t go quite as planned. It hit a roadblock. Actually, more like a cement block. See on October 16, 2005, my remains were found encased in cement inside of a 50-gallon drum in a shallow creek just off Hwy. 84, Clarence, Natchitoches Parish, Louisiana.

What my future had in store will remain a mystery. Apparently someone out there wanted me gone. It was so serious that they encased me in cement inside of a 50-gallon drum and dropped me in a creek. That was pretty messed up, right there. What’s even more messed up, the authorities don’t know who I am. They can’t figure it out. In order to figure out who I am, they have to get back to the basics.

Here’s some real basic 411: I’m an African-American male, 18 to 30 years old, and I stood somewhere between 5'6" to 5'10". I was wearing some type of green-blue shirt or jacket with a drawstring hood and Hanes boxer shorts.

The real basics here are going to be the science. They take this test that gives them information, that helps them figure out who someone is, it’s called DNA. DNA, the acronym for Deoxyribonucleic Acid, stands for the key foundation on which the structure of life is built. Sounds serious right? What it really means is that it can tell one person from the next. You know the basics! Alright, so they have my DNA on file. Also they were able to find my teeth and dental impressions. It’s like this, that means they have my dental information on file too. It doesn’t get more basic than the stuff you are made of and your teeth! Now they just need something to compare it to.

You know when I was found. You know where I was found. You know how I was found. Now what? Back to the basics, dawg! Find my family and let’s get some comparisons made to find out who I am. Let’s get those DNA science guys working on matching me to me. Feel me?

If you have information that will lead to the identity of this man, please call:

Natchitoches Parish Coroners Ofc.

318-357-2260

SEE HIS PROFILE DATA HERE:  Natchitoches Louisiana John Doe October 2005

Jane Shively Doe

Do you ever think about how great life is? Do you ever ponder the benefits you receive on a daily basis? Life’s benefits could be major like you won the lottery, or met the love of your life. Life’s benefits could be simple like a walk in the park, or hot cup of coffee on a cold day. On those days you realize that life truly is a blessing. Don’t take that blessing for granted.

Once upon a time I was enjoying the beauty of nature, the sounds of music and the gentle breeze of the winds. That day was a very long time ago. That day might have been my last day to ever enjoy those benefits, at least, in the way you enjoy them now. On July 21, 2005, I was discovered and it was clear I would never enjoy those benefits again. My human remains were found that day. Yes, I was dead. I had been killed; however, not on that day. I may have been killed years earlier. It’s estimated up to fifteen years earlier.

I was hidden in a crawl space. Bulldozers were tearing down an old building at 3600 block of Seventh St in Shively, Kentucky when my remains were found. The building was previously used as an old ice cream supply house. After that it was used as a junkyard, some referred to it as a dump. There I was in a crawl space waiting for someone to find me. And they did! They found me.

Now they have to identify me. It’s been six years since I was found. I think law enforcement can use some help from the public. So here is some information that might help you:
I’m a white female, somewhere between twenty and forty years old. I stood about 5’2 to 5’4. And the most significant piece of information is that I have a very distinctive nose.

Some say my nose alone should get me identified. Well so far that hasn’t happened. Maybe I just haven’t had a chance to have the right people see me. Can you help me find the right people? You know the more people who see me, the better chance I have at finding that one person, who knows me. I think you can help. I want you to help me. Will you help me?


If you have any information about this woman, please call:

Jefferson County Coroner
502-574-6262
Case# FA-2005-41

Kentucky Medical Examiner Office
502-564-4545
Case# ME05-751

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Jefferson Kentucky Jane Doe July 2005

Anne Arundel Doe

8675309 is a number you are probably very familiar with. The number belongs to Jenny and we all know that Tommy Tutone got it. He got her number 8675309, he got it.

My number is 0505076! That’s my number and John Gajda has it. It’s my number and he has it. He shares it with his partner Scott Seegers. They got it. They got my number. It’s my number and they got it!

The problem is that my number is not a phone number. My number was not made famous in a song that was played on the radio and remembered in the minds of masses for decades. No my number tells a completely different story. My number is the number assigned to me, my remains and my case. Sort of blows that happy feeling you were experiencing when you started remembering Jenny’s number doesn’t it?

Well Jenny only had to change her phone number to continue to exist. I wasn’t as fortunate. I had to die to get my number. The other thing is that almost all of America knows 8675309 belongs to a girl named Jenny. Unfortunately, 0505076 can’t be connected with a name. You can call me Jane Doe. You can call me Anne Arundel Doe. But you can’t call me by name because you don’t know it! I’m an Unidentified American.

In order to put a name to that number the local law enforcement needs the public's help. Can you help? You are the public right? Can you help spread my number like Jenny’s number? Maybe the right person will see my information and know my name. Just maybe!

Here is some information to go with my number: I was found on July 27, 2005 in Brooklyn, Maryland. I had been deceased a month or so prior to my discovery. I was a White Female, 19 to 23 years old, stood about 5’5 and weighed about 115 lbs. My hair was red, brown and curly. I had previous nose and left cheek fracture. I liked name brand products. I was wearing Paris Blues dark blue jeans, red tank top with Nike on front, white Nike sock and K Swiss white tennis shoes.

So the cops have my DNA, my fingerprints, and my dental records. What they don’t have is anything to compare them too. Well at least not successfully thus far. They need to find my family! They need to find my identity. They need the public to view this information and my forensic sketch. Then maybe, just maybe someone will recognize me and call Detective John Gajda or Detective Scott Seegers and tell them the name that goes with 0505076!

If you have any information please call:

Detective John Gajda or Detective Scott Seegers
410-222-3460

Case #05-05076

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA HERE: Anne Arundel Maryland Jane Doe July 2005

Sahuarita Jane - lost in the desert

If only a few clues could reveal something that could help you. If my shoe could speak and tell you where it’s been that would be a clue. If my clothing could get up and run back to where it came from that would be a clue. If I the dirt surrounding me could swirl some letters together and spell a word that would be a clue.

If I could speak directly to you that would be a miracle.

There are many “what if’s” in this world that I now belong to, this club I’m now part of, this existence of non-existence that is my reality.

You can call me Sahuarita Jane and I’m lost in the desert. On July 11, 2005, a man working on West Twin Buttes Road in a town called Sahuarita stumbled across my human remains. West Twin Buttes Road is not far from Interstate 19 in Pima County, Arizona. Arizona is a desert State. I was found in this desert in 2005; turns out I could have been there for a couple years. The authorities estimate I died somewhere between 2001 and 2003. When exactly I ended up in this desert is another one of those questions without a clue. Right now, it remains in the state of unknown, very much like me.

What is known about me? Sure there are some minor details that are known. Let’s quickly review those. I’m probably a white female, not of Hispanic descent. I stood somewhere between four feet ten inches tall and five feet two inches tall. My age seems as big a mystery as my name. I can be anywhere from thirty-three years to sixty-two years old. That’s a very large span of time if you ask me. They also know that I was wearing Anti Basicx jeans, a green and brown jacket and a Revelation tennis shoe size seven. This is what they know about me.

What do you know about me? Could I have been a nurse, or a runner? Could I have been your school teacher, or your next door neighbor? Could I have lived in your city, county or state? Could I have been married, divorced or widowed? Could I have family that is looking for me?

It’s easy to jump from the “what if’s” to the “could have’s.” What if the clues showed more data? I could have dental records waiting for comparison. Anything is possible. In the world of “what if’s” and “could have’s” almost anything is possible.

How about those “what now’s”? What is there now for me? Now, I wait again for someone to come along to fill in the blanks of the “what if’s” and the “could have’s.” Now, I wait until the person can fill the blanks that reveal my name, my age and my family. Now, I wait for that day.

If you have any information please call:

Pima Cnty Medical Examiners Ofc
520-243-8600

Case # ML05-1214

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE:  Pima Arizona Jane Doe July 2005

Loraine Doe – A victim of abuse?

In my lifetime could I have been a victim of abuse? At some point in my life I suffered a fracture of the 7^th rib of the front rib cage. After I turned 18, I suffered “a left maxillary fracture on the facial aspect of the maxillary bone including the left orbital rim at the interior portion” which translated means a broken left cheek, nose and left eye socket. Those injuries probably left me deformed, noticeably deformed. One way was that I lost two front teeth and wore a two tooth partial plate. These injuries, well, they were old injuries. They had well healed over before, before they found me.

On August 28, 2005, they found me. It depends on if you believe in spirits and moving on. If you do what they found were my remains. Maybe, I was still around lingering and watching. You’ll never know. They won’t know either. But some day someone will.

On that 28^th day of August, five years ago my remains were located in a wooded location at an MTO picnic area on Highway #7 west of Rockwood, near Guelph, Ontario, Canada. I didn’t die there. I was drug there. I was drug into the wooded area and left, left for dead. Sure I had been covered with a sleeping bag, ironically the bags brand name was WOODS. I’m not amused.

Leaving the sleeping bag over me, was this a loved ones way of respecting the dead? Or was it more sinister with a hint of remorse? Does it matter?

The reality of this ordeal, the reason I’m here on this blog, is simply – they don’t know my name! 

My identity is not being withheld, because my identity is unknown. This is why I’m here. This is why I’m telling you about my past, my injuries, my story – what little I’m able to share with you now.

You feel bad for me? Stop. Well, okay fine, you can feel bad for me. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is finding my identity. Do you know me? How could you? I haven’t told you anything yet.

I was a Caucasian female, about 25 to 45 years old. I stood about 5’4 to 5’6 tall and I weighed about 130 lbs. I had dark brown hair that had recently been lightened and appeared reddish brown.

That day in August five years ago I was wearing “an "Atmosphere" brand tank top shirt, beige in color, size 10/12, 1 inch straps with a round neck line.
… "Illegal Jeanswear" brand shorts, black in color, size 9, corduroy fabric which had 2 horizontal zippered front pockets and two back pockets with button down flaps. "725 Originals" style brassiere, pink in color, Number "31" printed on left cup. Underwear … [was] "Rivage Intimate" thong style, white in style, with a small bow at the waist.” Plus, I wasn’t wearing any shoes, nor did I sport any tattoos or wear jewelry – at least not on that day.

Now that you know my bra and panty information maybe that will help you tell them who I am? Doubtful! The no shoe thing is interesting. Right? I didn’t walk to this picnic area if I didn’t have shoes on. And this highway it’s well traveled by local commuters and not by long distance drivers. Another interesting fact – can you use this to help tell them who I am?

The only thing left to mention is that when I was found on that day in August 2005, I didn’t die that day. No, I most likely died a month earlier. That day, that day was just the day someone discovered my remains. And therein the mystery of my identity began.

Any information about this woman’s identity please contact:

1-877-9FIND ME (1-877-934-6363) Toll Free in Canada
(705) 330-4144 for local or outside of Canada

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Ontario Canada Jane Doe August 2005

FLYER: Illinois John doe Jan 2005

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Cook Illinois John Doe January 2005