Princess Doe--This Story Is No Fairy Tale

Headlines could have read “Teen Beaten to Death at Cedar Ridge Cemetery.” The reason they could have read that is because that’s what happened.

On July 15, 1982, a 14- to 18-year old homicide victim was found on cemetery grounds off State Hwy. 94 in Warren County, New Jersey. Authorities believe she may have been deceased for up to one week prior to discovery. The girl was white, had shoulder-length brown hair, weighed about 110 lbs. and stood 5'2".

That headline, that girl, she was me. I was killed by a pimp, who claimed I was part of his stable. He claimed he beat me to death.

I’m popular you know? I have had books, TV shows, and movies done about me. And in 1983, I was the very first unidentified victim to be entered into the FBI’s national database. The FBI wanted to help figure out who I was. Like many others who have been entered into that database since 1983, I remain unidentified.

Lots of interesting tidbits about me are out there. Let’s see, stories surfaced that I was a maid in Ocean City, MD, from 1979 to 1982, a runaway from FL, the daughter of a dentist, and I was killed by a serial killer (actually a couple serial killer names were tossed around).

One of the tidbits out there was a theory that I might have been Diana Dye, a missing girl from California. A flyer comparing me to her was made and circulated nationally. My remains were exhumed and a DNA test was conducted. All they could extract was mitochondrial DNA (MtDNA). This form of DNA can only be compared to maternal relatives. Once they had this form of DNA, they compared it to Diana’s mother. Turns out, I’m not her daughter. She’ll keep looking for her daughter like they’ll keep looking for my identity.

Another one of those tidbits was more like a prediction by some psychic detective. The psychic said I was killed by someone already in jail. Turns out, the psychic was right. My pimp, the killer, confessed years after that prediction was made and he was serving time for another crime. In talking with him and a witness to my killing, the cops learned I was most likely from the Long Island area.

The cops have come a long way in trying to figure out who I am, but there is still more road ahead. I hold faith that the road will lead them to my identity and my family.

If you know anything about this girl please contact:

Warren Co. Prosecutor's Office
908-475-6275

New Jersey State Police
800-709-7090

PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Warren New Jersey Jane Doe July 1982

Ave Maria! Listen to a maiden’s prayer!

Ave Maria! Ave Maria! maiden mild!
Listen to a maiden's prayer!
Thou canst hear though from the wild,
Thou canst save amid despair.
Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,
Though banish'd, outcast and reviled -
Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer;
Mother, hear a suppliant child!
Ave Maria!

Ave Maria! undefiled!
The flinty couch we now must share
Shall seem this down of eider piled,
If thy protection hover there.
The murky cavern's heavy air
Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;
Then, Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer;
Mother, list a suppliant child!
Ave Maria!

Ave Maria! stainless styled!
Foul demons of the earth and air,
From this their wonted haunt exiled,
Shall flee before thy presence fair.
We bow us to our lot of care,
Beneath thy guidance reconciled;
Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer,
And for a father hear a child!
Ave Maria!

Ave Maria
German translation by Adam Storck from
"The Lady of the Lake" by Sir Walter Scott

I was left just steps away from a cemetery. I was laid to rest by hands unknown. My life was taken from this earth by a cruel fate.

My hands bound behind my back. My body wrapped in a sheet. My face wrapped in cloth. My life snuffed out by a cruel fate.

Years have passed and this crime has gone unpunished. Years have passed and my identity remains unknown. Years have passed since my life was taken by a cruel fate.

Today I wait for the answers to come. Today I wait for the chance for my family to learn what happened. Today I wait for the chance to be laid to rest in peace with my identity known. 'Tis a cruel fate to make me wait. Yet here I wait. I wait for that day to come to pass.

Known information about this woman:

Found deceased: Sept 12, 1976
Found at: Lorraine Park Cemetery, 5600 Block of Dogwood Road, Woodlawn area of Baltimore County, Maryland.

Age: late teens to early twenties
Height: Approx 5'8"Weight: Approx 159 lbs.Hair: Brown, shoulder lengthEyes: BrownScars: 1½" on right thighTattoo: upper right arm near shoulder, rough, possibly initials JP (also could be JS, JB, SP, SS, SD, SB)Medical: Possible Schizophrenia

Dental & Fingerprints available

Clothing: White/beige pullover shirt and beige/yellow Levi Jeans
Jewelry: Rawhide string necklace with a turquoise blue beadOther: Safety pin with two keys (night latch & house key)Cloths: Three cloths were tied behind her head. One had holes for the nose and eyes. A lawn seed bag was also found over her head.

If you know this woman or have any information please call:

Baltimore County Police Department
Homicide Unit's Unsolved Case Squad410-887-3943

Metro Crime Stoppers
866-7-LOCKUP (866-756-2587)

Profile Data Can Be Viewed Here:  Baltimore Maryland Jane Doe Sept 1976

Joanie Doe: I’m known for my orange socks.

One method of travel for me was hitchhiking. My life wasn’t the pretty picture you like to hear about when you think of young white girls in their 20’s. I wasn’t a model. I wasn’t a debutante. I wasn’t a college bookworm. No, my life wasn’t anything like those girls’.

I owned very little. I wore orange socks. My toenails were long because I didn’t have clippers to cut them. My legs were unshaven because I didn’t have a razor to shave them. I rarely had water to bathe properly. I may have exchanged favors for food, rides, or money. I had untreated gonorrhea. Perhaps I was mistreated and that’s what set me on the road. I was young. I was alone. I was trying to survive.

The question is was I hitchhiking in Oklahoma when a man named Henry Lee Lucas picked me up? He stated he bought me lunch then had unsatisfying sex with me, which led to him to strangling me to death. After which, he then had unsatisfying sex with me again. He claims he dumped me in a culvert off the “IH35 southbound toward San Antonio.” He remembered this because he injured his knee on the guardrail. He also told them he thought my name was Joanie or Judy. This convicted serial killer later recanted his statement about killing me.

Another possibility, one that makes people scratch their heads, is that I wasn’t picked up by this serial killer in Oklahoma. Instead, according to an anonymous caller, I was seen hitchhiking near Georgetown, Texas on the day of my murder.

The complete truth is unknown. They did find me dead, by strangulation, dumped in a culvert. There was even evidence my body was dragged, possibly over a freeway guardrail.

The reality is that I was a 20-something-year-old woman who stood 5'8", weighed 135 pounds, had red hair and hazel eyes, and I was murdered on October 31, 1979. My body was found in culvert near Georgetown, Williams County, Texas. I was only wearing my orange socks and have since been dubbed “Orange Socks.”


If you have any information about this young lady, please contact:

Texas Department of Public Safety
P O Box 4087
Austin, Texas 78773-0422
Phone: (512) 424-5074
or
Williamson County Sheriff's Office
512-943-1389

CASE# U8904002

PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE:  Williams Texas Jane Doe October 1979

TXPDS FLYER: http://www.txdps.state.tx.us/mpch/UnidentifiedDetails.asp?id=U8904002

Bedford, New Hampshire, October 6, 1971--Suspicious death: The end of the road

What happens when you come to the end of the road?

On October 6, 1971, in a wooded area by the Route 101 bypass at the end of Kilton Road, human remains were found.

In August or September of 1971, something happened. Something ended. My life is what happened and what ended. But no one knew my life ended until October 6 when my human remains, covered by brush, were found in that wooded area at the end of Kilton Road. It was the end of the road for me too.

The road might have ended, but the mystery of who I am and what happened lives on. Law enforcement agencies, both local and federal, are trying to determine the answers to those questions: who I am and what happened to me?

Today it’s not just a bypass off Route 101 and Kilton, instead it’s now the on-ramp from Kilton to the 101. Progress has happened in the area where my remains were found. Yet, no progress has happened in figuring out who I am.

So who am I? Well, the name remains a mystery; but they can tell you I’m a Caucasian female and was about 25 to 35 years old. They estimate that I was 5'1" to 5'4" and possibly had brown hair. When found, I was wearing a maroon pullover blouse with lace at the neck, short hip-hugger dungaree-type shorts, and size 7 sandals. That’s how much they know about me. That’s who I am. I remain a short description with no official name.

Until they figure out my name, you may call me Juliet. It’s a good name. This woman who cares about me, she named me. She’s an advocate for people like me. She runs a missing persons organization. She cares so much that she wanted to make sure my information gets out to as many sources as possible. She’s going to help ID me one day.

I hope that day comes soon. I don’t know about you, but I can say going over 40 years now with no name has become tiresome. If you know who I am, please tell them. If you don’t, please tell everyone you know about me. Maybe someone out there, somewhere, will recognize my description or this reconstructed likeness of me. Tell everyone. Show everyone. Someone will know me. Someone will tell them who I am. I know they will.


New Hampshire Department of Justice
Cold Case Unit
603-271-2663

Bedford Police Department
603-472-5113

Or you can make a tip through my page at the DOJ: http://www.doj.nh.gov/criminal/cold-case/victim-list/bedford.htm


Additional Information:

News report from the Nashua Telegraph on October 12, 1971 reported that the victim weighed 115 to 130 pounds.

Conflicting news reports over the years vary her time of demise from one to two months and one to three months prior to discovery.

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Hillsborough New Hampshire Jane Doe October 1971

1981 Essex County had 161 Murders

My name is June Doe and I’m just one more number from the list of victims that died in 1981. One more statistic! One more dead woman!

Who was I? Thirty years later, my identity remains a mystery. I have stats. I have a forensic rendering. I have hope. What I don’t have is life. Mine was ended; ended early. See, it's estimated I wasn’t even 40 years old yet. More likely, I was 30 to 35 years old.

You have to be amused by this situation. What else is left? There is humor in everything, including the fact that I (like many others) remain unidentified after so many years. It’s hard to fathom how people can actually remain dead for years and years and no one, not one person, knows who they are. As I said, you have to find humor in it; otherwise, you’d remain depressed for a lifetime. You don’t end up depressed forever. So, find a bit of humor in the broken system that can’t figure out who I am.

So, what do they know? I’m a black woman, 30 to 35 years old. I stood about five feet, four inches tall. I weighed about 145 pounds. I had a lot of dental issues and even received extensive dental work done at some point in my life. I had black hair. Apparently my eye color is unknown. Let’s take a stab in the dark, no pun intended, and say I had brown eyes. I had pierced ears, although only one ear for certain could be verified as pierced. Again, it would be an assumption to say they both were pierced.

Was I a waitress? Was I a receptionist? Was I a street walker? Was I a mother? Was I the girl you passed that night and never paid any attention to? Some think my clothes and jewelry will help lead you to a better of idea of who I was. So here we go: When I was found, I was wearing a blue jacket, floral print top and a red skirt. My jewelry consisted of a brooch on my lapel, a silver bangle bracelet, and a nondescript post earring in my left ear. So do you now know what I did for a living? If yes, please tell them. You never know. Maybe it will help them figure out who I am. The reality is my clothing probably didn’t lead you to any big breakthrough in learning my identity.

The humor thing: it’s interesting that someone said I may have been part of a series of homicides. Well, I was found on September 29, 1981 in Newark, Essex County, New Jersey. I was actually killed earlier that month. The interesting or humorous fact is that 161 people were killed in 1981. So yes, most say I was part of a series of murders. That’s rather evident by the outstanding number of people who were killed that year! I think what they meant was I was part of a related set of murders that took place. Maybe all women? Maybe all black women? Maybe all street walkers? Or just maybe all black female receptionists.

No, my death is not funny. No, it’s not funny that 161 people died in Essex County, New Jersey in 1981. It’s not funny that a string of related homicides took place, meaning other women mostly likely died by the same perpetrator who killed me. And it’s most definitely not funny that I remain unidentified for 30 years. None of it is funny.

It’s time to clean up the humor, solve and fix the problem and restore my identity. Who am I?


If you know who this person is, please call:

The New Jersey State Police
800-709-7090

NIC# U220067286
Case Number: 07812451

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE:  Essex New Jersey Jane Doe September 1981

Judy Beaty Doe – adopted in death

My name is Judy Beaty Doe. I was adopted by a wonderful couple in 1993. When they read about my tragic death, they leapt into action. They didn’t want to see me without a proper burial. So they donated a family plot. But that’s not all. They made sure I had the best burial anyone could ask for. All the services were donated: the flowers, the minister, the marker and even the funeral home donated their services. It was amazing. I had 27 people attend my memorial service.

You know, the truly amazing part is that my adopted family and those 27 people had never met me while I was living. They all came together for me after my death. How amazing is that?

My adopted mother is the best. She looks after me every year. She knows that I have a birth family out there looking for me. She simply wants them to know that I was taken care of after I died. I was given that proper burial that most never receive and she says I can even stay here when my family finds me, if they want. She’s the best adopted mother anyone could ever want.

You probably figured out by now I’m deceased and another victim without a proper name. For now you can call me by my adopted family name: Judy Beaty Doe.

On February 13, 1983, my remains were found face down in the snow off US Route 250, one mile north of Littleton, Wetzel County, West Virginia. This area is also very near to Marshall County. I had been dead for about two days prior to my discovery; however, I had only been placed in this location a couple hours before I was found.

Did someone want me to be quickly discovered? Why wait two days to leave me in an area where others wound find me? Law enforcement did not find evidence of a struggle. This does not mean I wasn’t killed. Obviously, something happened to me two days before someone left me here in the snow.

Some reports state I might have worked or frequented a tavern in another county and that I may have been from the Pittsburgh, Pa. area. Other reports that Hare Krishnas frequented these areas and my death might have been related to an event held during that time period. Then there is a white male in his 40s they were looking for, who might have had a connection to me. Also there was something about a pickup truck that they were looking for, possibly due to the tire tracks left in the snow.

They may never know what happened to me. However, there is one everything everyone agrees about: they want to find out what happened to me. Perhaps, a few details about me that might grab a reader’s attention will help identify me:


Female
30 to 40 years old
5’5 and 135 lbs
Medium length auburn hair
Double pierced ears
Orange colored toenail polish

Medical: Caesarean section and small scar on index finger; full upper denture plate

Now you know I had poor dental care and had delivered a child. Maybe my child is out there looking for me?

You know, there is one blatant inconsistency; the rumor that there was no sign of struggle, even though I had a scar on one of my index fingers. Doesn’t one normally get scars on their fingers when warding off knife attacks? Then again, maybe it was an earlier attempt on my life or another struggle that yielded that particular scar.

Well, there are many plausible reasons, many possible theories for my death. The one consistency in this entire story is that people love me. I’m cared for and loved by many even though they don’t know who I am.

If you can help them figure out who I am, that would complete this story. Finding my identity and my birth family, or my children, would bring joy to the hearts of those who care ever so deeply for me now, the Beatys.

Until then I lay at rest in the plot of my adopted family. I am lucky to have received such tender loving care. God bless my adopted family.



If you have any information about the identity of this woman, please contact:

West Virginia State Police
304-775-4488
Or
West Virginia State Police Cold Case
304-329-1101

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Wetzel West Virginia Jane Doe February 1983

Sandy Doe – Possibilities and Realities

Could I have been a recent high school or college graduate? Maybe I was a die hard Van Halen or Rush fan. Could I have been backpacking through California on my way somewhere else? Or was I dropped off here by an unknown entity? The possibilities are endless.

The realities are not. My reality is that I met my fate over 27 years ago. On July 8, 1984 my remains were found six miles north of Nevada City along State Hwy 49, 50 feet below a dirt parking area. That location is just south of Independence Trail Head. It appears I might have been strangled. I had been dead two or three weeks prior to someone finding my remains.

The authorities looked for my killer. They tried to figure out my identity. They searched and followed many leads, to no avail. I was killed and dumped in Nevada City, Nevada County, California in 1984. It’s been 27 years and the authorities haven’t forgotten about me. Nope, they are still working very hard to determine who I am.

They can tell you that I was a white female approximately eighteen to thirty years old. I stood about five feet, five inches tall and had a slim build. I wore shoulder length blonde hair. I wore only one piece of jewelry: a yellow gold ring with a green stone. I also had several layers of clothing on when I was discovered.

There are endless possibilities of who I am: a transient, a concert fan, a student, a traveler, or a victim of kidnapping. The list goes on. Why were those five things mentioned? Well, the authorities think I might have been a transient because of the several layers of clothing and the inability to find my identity. I might have been a concert fan because both Van Halen and Rush were playing only weeks before my death. You know teens love to follow their rock bands from town to town. I could have been a student because that ring might well have been a school ring, maybe from high school or a college I had been attending. The fact that I could have been backpacking, hitchhiking or simply traveling through Nevada is possible since they couldn’t find any missing women that fit my description. Then there is always the possibility that I was a victim of foul play and could have been kidnapped. The scary part is that all of these options could be true. The reality is they still don’t help the authorities figure out who I am.

Maybe the re-release of my forensic sketch might jog someone’s memory of what happened all those years ago. Or maybe, my family or friends will see it and call in. Whatever it takes, it’s worth the try.



If you have any information about this woman, please contact:
Nevada County Sheriffs Office
530-265-1471

HERE IS HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Nevada County Jane Doe July 1984

Addy Doe: Who Am I Really?

Do you know the Garden State Parkway out in Galloway Township, New Jersey? How about Jim Leeds Road near milepost #42? Maybe you know that wooded area along that stretch of roadway? Well on December 6, 1971, that’s where they found me.

I probably wasn’t from the area. They know this because I didn’t match any missing girls in the area and they believe that someone dumped me while passing through, probably on that Garden State Parkway. I guess I could have been from anywhere in the country or beyond.

The really neat thing is that even after all these years, the good guys are still working hard to figure it all out. Okay, it’s true they don’t know who I am, but they haven’t stopped trying to figure it out. They’re pretty cool cats!

What they do know is that I was between fourteen and eighteen years old. I was about 5'3" and 118 lbs., with light brown hair and had really great teeth. My clothes were normal for the time period; you know, blue cotton shirt, blue/white/orange striped hip hugger pants and brown sandals. I also had a Westclox watch. 

Oh, and there’s some speculation that I might have been wearing a wig. Something about blond, brown and reddish-brown hair coloring were evident. Not sure what all that means. I guess, maybe, I wore a wig? Or, here’s a thought: maybe those extra hair strands weren’t mine? I’m sure there are multiple possibilities, but let’s leave all that to the good guys to figure out. Anyway, that’s pretty much what you have to go on to figure out who I am.

Back in the day, many families sent in letters to see if I might have been their missing daughter, and many were ruled out. The thing is, there was no DNA back in the ’70s. Hopefully, all those families can be ruled out by DNA now, or maybe, my family can be one of them? Or maybe some other family could come forward looking for me.

I could have been kidnapped, but I also could have been backpacking to see the world. It was the ’70s, after all. Hopefully, my family couldn’t care less about the reasons why I left, and are still out there looking for me. I sure am looking for them, as are my friends at the New Jersey State Police and the Galloway 

Township Police Department.

If you know me, please call:

Galloway Police
609-652-3705
or
New Jersey State Police
609-584-5051

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Atlantic new Jersey Jane Doe December 1971

Diana Doe - Who Am I? Do you know?

If you’ve visited this site before and read other narratives, you know that some of these people have little information to provide you with. This time, I’m gonna bet I have the least amount.

If you are here, you know I’m Unidentified. If you looked at my sketch, you know I’m a female. Did you know I was twenty to twenty-five years old, 5'2" with reddish-blond hair? Did you know I had extensive dental work?

On December 4, 1972, they found my human remains. They found them in Prince George County, Maryland near the Baltimore-Washington Parkway.

That’s it. Well of course, it was written somewhere that I probably never had kids. Now why they would write or say that, I have no idea. Either they could tell or they couldn’t. But they say “probably.” This is probably not helpful.

The above, what little I've told you--that’s all there is about me. Yet, I’d sure like my family to know what happened after all these years. Perhaps someone out there who hadn’t seen my sketch before now might be able to tell them who I am. A girl could hope.

If you know who this woman is, please call:
Prince George County Police
Cold Case Unit
301-772 4927

Case Number: 72-187A

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Prince George Maryland Jane Doe December 1972

What’s better: Ms Bones or Jane Doe?

I’ve been called Jane Doe, Ms. Bones, Miss Bones and I’m sure a few other names in the process of trying to figure out who I am. The name Bones doesn’t really seem considerate. I’m surprised they didn’t name me Bones Doe. I guess they’ll leave that unfortunate name for some unidentified male. When you die and they don’t know your name they saddle you with some unfortunate semi-descriptive name. In my case, my bones happened to be housed in boxes shuffled from office to office while they tried to figure out who I am. Hence, Ms. Bones.

In the process of shuffling me around, they did learned that I was a Caucasian female, 20 to 25 years old, who stood between 5'3" and 5'6" and weighed approximately 110 to one 130 pounds.

Right about now, you might be wondering how I ended up as bones in boxes on a coroners shelf. Well, brace yourself: on October 1, 1985, a road crew was mowing a ditch area near Interstate 20 in Smith County, Texas when they ran the mower over my body. One investigator was quoted as saying, “The contact scattered bones far and near.” However, we have to chin up and strive forward. You now know why my bones are in boxes on a shelf. The good thing is they gathered enough of me to give you that approximate aforementioned description of me.

In addition to finding me, they found a wadded pile of clothes that rested near me. One item in particular, a shirt, has caught interest of my advocate. On a side note, yes I have an advocate, her name is Betty. She found the shirt very interesting. The shirt was a yellow pullover with an armadillo on it and the phrase "Top Rail Country Music, Dallas, Texas". Plus it had a lace collar. Betty tracked down the club where the shirts were sold. Then she found the actual individual who ordered all the promotional clothing and he said they were never made with a lace collar. It’s very interesting and might hold some significance. The shirt was not the only item they found. I also had white Dickie shorts and canvas sandals. For the record, I was also wearing gold butterfly earnings and a gold watch.

Additionally, they found red hair fibers at the scene. My hair and eye color vary from source to source, but mainly the hair color reads as brown. If my hair color is brown, what are the red hair fibers that were found at the scene? Another important note is they believe that I could have been deceased up to 18 months prior to my run-in with the mowing crew. It was unfortunate for me that my skeleton was scattered by the mowing crew. Kind of a good news/bad news situation for me. If the mowing crew hadn't found me, I could have been left out there alone longer – but they didn't see me in enough time to avoid scattering and shattering my bones into pieces.

Many law enforcement investigators have worked to try and figure out who I am. One of the former investigators went on to teach at a local college, others retired and many still work on finding the answers today. Law Enforcement is not doing this alone. I have my own advocate, Betty. Betty is working tirelessly, scouring through missing persons photos to try and find me.

It’s funny thinking how I’m found and lost at the same time. Then again, no; it’s not all that funny. I’m not the only box of bones on a shelf in a coroner's office. You can ask Betsy James Cooper, right here at Can You Identify Me? -- the good people who are bringing you my story. She knows of many others like me who are lost and found at the same time. You can also ask the thousands of family members who search for their loved ones everyday, they know about those who are lost and found. Those family members just want to find their loved one, like I want to find my loved ones. I’d like my real identity back now.

If you know this woman, please call:

Texas Department of Public Safety
Missing Persons Clearinghouse

512-424-5074
800-346-3243

Case # U9010001
NCIC # U-170025191

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE HERE: Smith Texas Jane Doe October 1985

Please help distribute her flyer (remember to read our distribution policy):
http://www.txdps.state.tx.us/mpch/UnidentifieddetailsPrint.asp?id=U9010001&Person=Unidentified

Eklutna Annie – Put the focus back on me!

I’m a person. I was a person. I am a person. It’s complicated. What you need to know is how we got here. That's the story I’m about to tell you.

In the late 1950’s or early 60’s, I was born into this big bad world. I grew up in this big bad world. I had a life. I had a reality.

My reality is that I was in my late teens to early twenties in 1979. I was four feet eleven to five feet to three inches tall -- somewhere in that ballpark. I guess I was on the shorter side of life. My hair was a light brown to reddish blonde color and it was long, like maybe to, the middle of my back. 1979: I remember that year like it was yesterday. I had these knee high reddish brown vinyl boots and a brown leather jacket that I loved. My jewelry may not have been expensive, but it made me feel good. I owned several really unique pieces; some even may have been hand made. Maybe I made them? I’m not sharing that with you. I’ll let you figure it out. Well, anyway, 1979: what a year.

July 4, 1979 might have been my last official holiday. I didn’t stop celebrating holidays so much as I wasn’t really around anymore to celebrate them, if you know what I mean!

This is where my story really ends and someone else’s begins. I’m really tired of mine ending and his beginning. Honestly, I think I’d prefer it the other way around.

On July 22, 1980, repairmen working on some electrical lines on Eklutna Road found the human remains of a white, brunette, female. She had no identification. The early reports only stated she had been stabbed to death and could have been killed up to a year prior to discovery.

Yes, that was me. Pay attention!

You’re probably wondering who he is -- you know the guy whose story that begins where mine ends? Well, he is a serial killer named Robert Hansen. A local baker, blah blah blah… This guy, this serial killer allegedly killed me, or so he admitted to doing. Then this guy didn’t even have the decency to remember my name or enough about me to help them identify me after he killed me.

According to a 2003 Anchorage Daily News report, Robert Hansen told the troopers I might have been a “topless dancer". He also told them that I figured out he wasn’t taking me where he said and I struggled to get out of the car. At one point I did escape, and I ran. However, the creepoid caught me and we fought. According to him, I pulled a knife and I think he said he used it on me. DUH, someone used a knife on me. I was stabbed to death. Then there was the afterthought, where it’s mentioned that he thought I might have been from Kodiak. Again, this all came from the 2003 article by the Anchorage Daily News, not word for word of course, it’s paraphrased. But you get the idea. Anyway, how can we believe what he said? Sure he got caught and put in jail after killing seventeen women. 17! Still, that doesn’t mean that the account he gave was accurate.

When you look information up about me all you find, time and time again, is Robert Hansen this and Robert Hansen that. The guy was a serial killer. He killed seventeen women --we get it! What about me? I think it’s time to put the focus back on me.

You know, focus on the 20-something-year-old dancer who died. Who was I? Who am I? I have family looking for me. I have friends who must have worried sick about me when I didn’t come back. Where am I from? How did I get to Alaska? The State Troopers think I might have been part of a sex trafficking ring and maybe from California, Alaska, Washington or Oregon. Maybe I was from one of those states, or maybe even Canada or the Eastern states of America? What about the mid-west? Maybe I wasn’t from North America, maybe another Country altogether.

Whereever I was from, whoever I am, someone is looking for me. It’s time to put the focus back on me!



If you have any information, please call:

Alaska State Troopers
Missing Persons Clearinghouse
907-269-5497

NIC# U150004982

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Anchorage Alaska Jane Doe July 1980

FLYER Pennsylvania Jane Doe 2008

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Indiana Pennsylvania John Doe December 2008

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

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Jane Hamden Doe

Hamden is where you can find me these days. I have a temporary resting spot there. It might become my final resting spot if no one ever figures out my real identity so that my family can be contacted and I can go home one last time.

If you haven’t guessed, Hamden is a cemetery. This is where I am, Hamden State Street Cemetery, Hamden, Connecticut. Do you wonder where I’m from? So does Law Enforcement. They have been trying to figure out that mystery for well over thirty years now.

On August 16, 1975, I was found floating in a drainage ditch behind an old Bradlees Department Store in East Haven, Connecticut. Some trucker happened upon me there on that frontage road and called the authorities. I was murdered. I was murdered somewhere else and dumped off back there. Just dumped there! There is a lot of speculation about where I came from and how I got there. The reality is that I was bound, gagged, killed, and dumped.

I won’t accept that no one misses me. I don’t care if you can’t find a missing persons report. I know one is out there somewhere, or someone tried to report me missing but the authorities didn’t take the report. In the 1970s, very few law enforcement agencies took missing persons cases seriously. I hope that’s changed in year you are reading this. I believe my family does and is missing me. I believe someone is looking for me. We just have to find them.

Unfortunately there is not a lot of information to help. The basics:

Date found: August 16, 1975
Poss Date of Death: days earlier

White Female
Age: 20 something
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: Brown, parted in the center
Eye: Brown/ Hazel

I had some dental work done. I also might have had a nose job, which might make it harder for my family to find me. Unless of course, they know about the cosmetic work I had done.

You know I might not have been from the United States at all. Maybe I was a mail order bride. Maybe I was visiting for school or family reasons. There are many maybes and we can speculate all night long but that won’t help me now. It’s been well over thirty years. It’s time something is done to find my family.


If you know this woman, please call:

East Haven Police Department
203-468-3827

HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE HERE: New Haven Connecticut Jane Doe August 1975

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You can call me Rose!

My story is not unlike many featured here on this site. If you’ve read any of them you probably have a good idea what mine is about. Not unlike a couple of the others it appears I’m married, but my husband seems to be MIA. Not unlike another here I seemed to end up at the bottom of an embankment.

The bottom line is I’m dead and they don’t know who I am. Like I said not unlike many featured here. So how do I differ? Let’s find out.

Hello. I have no name. I could be a victim of foul play. I sound like I’m attending one of those anonymous meetings. Well, we are sort of anonymous now, aren’t we? Well much like the others I’m tired of being anonymous. I’m ready for you to know my name.

So let’s get down to business. I’m a white female twenty five to thirty five years old. I stood about five feet six inches to seven inches tall, maybe a little taller. I had reddish brown hair twelve to fourteen inches in length. I might have weighed ninety to one hundred and thirty pounds. My teeth were in very poor condition. I had two healed fractures one to a rib and the other to my upper right arm near by shoulder. It’s possible I had chronic back pains. I had a very distinctive rose tattoo on my left breast. The tattoo was an outline of the rose. I also had a distinctive ring. It was silver trimmed with blue painted enamel background with flowers. Plus, I had a gold wedding band.

I was found on October 9, 2001, deceased. I had been dead for a few weeks, possibly a few months. A road crew discovered me off an embankment of Interstate 65 in Simpson County, Kentucky. It’s speculated I was thrown over the guardrail; after which, I came to rest next to some trees at bottom of the embankment.

Now you know what I looked like and how I was killed. Now you just need to know my name. Everyone needs to know my name. I’m ready for you to know my name. What’s my name?

If you have any information please contact:

Kentucky State Police
Detective Michael May
270-782-201

Simpson County Coroners Office
270-586-7118

Case # FA-2001-44

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Simpson Kentucky Jane Doe October 2001

Rainbow Falls

So they are learning who I’m not. What they don’t know is who I am. Who am I? That’s the question of the decade. Until then you can call me Vicky, Vicky Doe.

I’m a white female sixteen to nineteen years old who weighed about one hundred and forty pounds. There is speculation that I might have been as young as twelve, but I think the primary focus is sixteen to nineteen year old missing teen girls. So what do you know for certain? Well, I was white! And I think everyone believes I was under twenty years of age. Aren’t you lucky you have hit the information jackpot! Sorry, a little sarcasm.

This might help some. I was wearing a Harley Davidson t shirt. Also I had some interesting jewelry: a yellow pinky ring, a yellow necklace with a black crystal pendant, a clear stone stud earring and another necklace but this one is different, unique. This next necklace is described as wizard hands holding a round tiger-eye stone pendant. If you really think about this jewelry you might think about where I might have bought it. Maybe it was from a traveling convention of some type. Maybe it was from Planet Harley. I wonder how much this jewelry cost? Or maybe this jewelry came from a metaphysical store. There are so many things to consider from my jewelry alone that might lead you to figure out who I am.

Jewelry’s not your thing? Well how about the fact some cop pulled me over with my friends and gave us a warning. Poor guy probably wishes he took our names and gave tickets. But nope, he just gave us a warning. Oh but he did take a photo of me. So they have that photo to use as a comparison when you figure out who I am. Well we told him that we were from Louisiana. Do you really think we told him the truth? Based on this cop's information it’s speculated that I might have run away from Louisiana.

If I did run away from Louisiana with my friends how did we get to Colorado? You know it was not long after that cop stopped us when I died. And it was only two or three days after I died that they found me in a makeshift campsite in Pike San Isabel National Forest. So how did I end up in Douglas County, Colorado dead on June 15, 1993? And if I had been traveling with friends where were they? Where did those so called friends go?

Of course you know everything written here is speculation. The only thing you know for certain is that I was found on June 15, 1993 in Douglas County, I was white and wearing a Harley Davidson T shirt with unique jewelry. This is all you know for certain. Then again there is that picture of me. The one the police have. Once you think you know who I am that photo will identify me along with my DNA and dental records.

Chances are I wasn’t missing long at all. Then again I could have been missing my entire life, kidnapped as a child. Or maybe my parents were bikers and I traveled with them. Maybe my parents died and after I traveled with their friends. I don’t know that friends would really just leave me behind like that, or would they?

It shouldn’t be hard to figure out who I am. There are some very specific details that should lead you to my identity. Plus they have that photo of me. So what are you waiting for tell them who I am. I’m ready for my identity to be released!

If you have any information please call

Douglas County Coroners Office
303-814-7150

Case #93-068

NCMEC #NCMU400070

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Douglas Colorado Jane Doe June 1993

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