The Today we're diving into a quiet corner of Clifton Bristol, a charming neighborhood that suddenly found itself in the middle of a real-life nightmare.

Our story begins with Joanna Yates, a young landscape architect. suddenly found itself in the middle of a real-life nightmare.

Our story begins with Joanna Yates, a young landscape architect with Christmas plans, cider

in the fridge, and a boyfriend out of town for the weekend.

It was supposed to be a cozy night inn.

When her boyfriend returned, he found an eerie scene.

Joanna's coat, keys, and phone all untouched.

Joanna was simply gone.

What followed was a massive search, but it didn't take long for suspicion to turn to her eccentric landlord, Christopher Jeffries.

A strange man with the worst luck to be cast as a villain, yet as public judgment started to condemn him, an even darker, quieter figure started to emerge.

Today we're pulling back the layers on Joanna's last days and revealing how Clifton Bristol

learned the unsettling truth that real monsters don't always look the part.

Joanna Claire Yates had a lot going for her. Born in 1985 in Hampshire, England, she was the kind

of person who seemed to make all the right choices. Good schools, good degree, and finally, a good

boyfriend in Greg Reardon, an architect she met not long after finishing her studies in landscape architecture.

Things were looking up for Joanna and Greg. They moved into a cozy place on the ground floor of a

converted house in Clifton, Bristol, an area known for its picturesque streets and charmingly ancient

homes that seemed to stare down at you, judging.

You can almost hear them mutter.

This is Bristol, not some quaint mystery novel.

Joanna and Greg's flat was part of a house divided into three.

Their landlord, Christopher Jefferies, a retired schoolteacher with a strong resemblance to a mad professor from a children's

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