Welcome to Unspeakable, a true crime podcast where I tell stories of real crimes with real victims,

whose cases are so shocking that many are left wondering, how is this even real?

I use my experiences in law enforcement, corrections, and combined with my years as a criminal justice educator, dig deep into complex cases of evil acts.

Some so evil, many feel they are unspeakable.

Warning, unspeakable is intended for mature audiences.

If you are easily offended, then I'm not your girl.

Listing discretion is advised. Hey, y'all. It's KJ. You're back for another episode of Unspeakable. I want to give a real loud shout out all the way to Ocala, Florida, where Jackie DeVall resides. She joined, and she told me that, Kelly, not only did I join Patreon, she said, but I was turned on to your show by my work friend whose name is Nicole. So to Jackie and Nicole, I want to say,

thank y'all so much. I need to find me a story from y'all's area so that I can just give

y'all the full Monty of my appreciation for joining

Patreon. But shout out to y'all. Tell all your work friends. I said, hello. I'm waving at the

camera. And I hope that things are just going really, really, really well in your neck of the woods.

Now, I'm going to bring y'all back to Louisiana, though. This case is from that area proof that no matter how great a place can be,

there is always evil lurking in the shadows. So while all true crime cases have tragedy and

they have heartbreak, this one was profoundly disturbing to me when I came across it, and I don't

recall it getting a ton of media attention. And I almost wondered at first, as I was writing

this episode, if maybe it had to do with who the victims were. So hear me out on this one as I

get started. And I also want to give a very,

very clear warning right now that this episode is in no way, shape, or form appropriate for young

people at all. Please trust me on this warning. If there are young ears nearby, this is not for

them. You may want to stop it and listen to it when you're not around the little ones. Okay, you've heard my warning. Now, Matthew Milliken was super special to his family. Why? Because he was the first child, the first grandchild, and the first great grandchild in this family. And as myself, the leftover accidental lastborn

in my home, I wouldn't know the beauty of being the first child of a family, but I can attest

that they are in fact loved the most. Okay? The firstborn, for some reason, people like them a lot.

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