Our card this week is Naisha Nettles, the six of hearts from Ohio.

One August day in 1999, Naisha was spending her Saturday afternoon like so many other

19-year-olds, playing video games.

But when her gaming was interrupted by a knock on the apartment door, a sinister plan

was set into motion that ended her game and her future.

I'm Ashley Flowers and this is The Deck.

August in the Midwest, like most months in the Midwest, can be a total toss-up as far as

weather goes.

And a young man who will call Ronald found that to be especially true on August 14, 1999,

when the afternoon temperature in Dayton, Ohio was a bit chillier than he expected.

To at around noon, he left his girlfriend Naisha's place where he lived part-time,

kind of like, off and on, to go home and change into something warmer.

But after bundling up, he didn't go straight back to Naisha's place, instead he met up

with a buddy of his, who I'm going to call Jared, and by 3 p.m., the two of them finally

mosey back to Naisha's apartment together to hang out with her.

Little did they know, when they opened the door to apartment 26, they'd discover a scene

they could never unsee.

Thralled out and motionless on a blood-soaked rug just inside the doorway was Naisha.

In a complete panic, Ronald and Jared started shouting for someone to call 911, and two

women in neighboring apartments answered their cries.

He's not just a girlfriend, I don't know, I'm the system man, 911 means we got to be in

fire and let the police stop me.

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