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For most people, a cemetery is a place to pay last respects to a loved one, to grieve a loss,

or revisit a bittersweet memory of a happier time.

For others, it's a place of fear, full of superstitions and terror.

Imagine a graveyard at night, mistrolling between the headstones, pitch black with no moon inside, or a full moon, even spookier perhaps.

There's a reason this is the setting for countless horror films.

Whether or not you're a believer in superstitions, there's no question that a cemetery is an exactly your normal location for a casual meeting.

But in the early morning hours of April 3rd, 2013, two people pulled into the hosting cemetery in Deltona, Florida to have a quick chat, only one of them left alive.

Join me now, as we entangle the case of James Shaver, a hardworking family man who vanished without a trace, leaving behind a tangled web of secret debts, boxing him into a corner he couldn't escape.

You'll learn how James tried to come up with a plan to solve his money problems and how it cost him his life.

Nestled in southwest Fallujah County in Central Florida is the suburban city of Deltona.

It boasts rolling hills of oak, magnolia, and plenty of lakes, with only about 25 miles in between, separating it from the ocean shore.

It's no wonder that hot and humid Deltona has become one of the largest cities in Central Florida, with a population over 85,000.

While its beautiful parks and wildlife conservation areas are a popular place for bird watchers, there are always, of course, more sinister things to be on the lookout for in Florida, such as eastern rattlesnakes, black widow spiders, and probably what Florida is most known for, its alligators.

But sometimes, the most dangerous creatures are hiding in plain sight, or even just behind the door across the street.

In April 2013, the 1600s square foot Bayesian White 1970s brick home on 1611 horseshoe terrace should have been a big enough place for 42-year-old Angela Stolt and her teenage daughter and son.

But the house that looked so innocuous on the outside was jam-packed with junk on the inside, piled with debris, graffiti on the walls, broken toilets and garbage strewn all around the home.

The house had a large two-car attached garage, with even more junk, as well as several bulging garbage bags.

The home reaked, both from the broken toilets, and because, as Angela told her daughter, a rat had gotten trapped in the oven when it was set to broil.

And then there was the matter of the bulging black garbage bags in the garage, which, considering the state of the house, probably didn't seem so out of place.

Angela told her son that the bags contained the carcass of a rotting deer she'd hit with her car, and that she needed help getting rid of.

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