Thursday, May 12th, 1988 was a warm day in Porter Township, Michigan, a small rural

community about 12 miles from Ada's home in Elkhart. That's when a guy named

David was driving down Birch Road with his girlfriend

Rhonda and her three kids. They were out to do some mushroom hunting, so they were going

slow, carefully scanning the woods on the side of the road.

This was a new activity for Rhonda, and when she spotted what she assumed was a huge mushroom on an

embankment, she got excited and asked David to stop.

Now this wasn't David's first mushroom hunting rodeo,

and he knew that whatever the large white thing was,

it wasn't what they were looking for.

I mean, it was way too big. At first he

thought it was a deflated ball or something, but still he pulled over and walked

up the slope to investigate. But when he reached down to pick this thing up, he realized that he and

Ronda were both wrong. It wasn't a deflated ball and it definitely wasn't a mushroom.

It was part of a fractured human skull.

Curiosity got to them.

They started searching around to see if they could find anything else

and they found some more bones.

They went further up the hill where they saw the lower part of the jaw.

And toward the top were ribs, pelvic and leg bones.

This quiet hillside had suddenly transformed into an impromptu crime scene, though these weren't

trained crime scene text, so you'll forgive them for gathering up the bones in a bag and putting them in the

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