Our card this week is Stanley Stosch-Stoyck Sr. the two of hearts from Rhode Island.

October 9, 2015 was supposed to be a normal routine Friday for 80-year-old Stanley.

But what unfolded in his home that night was anything but ordinary,

and it set in motion a chilling mystery that still stumps detectives all these

years later. I'm Ashley Flowers and this is the deck. Oh, Saturday October 10, 2015 was a beautiful fall day in the charming historical town of Cumberland, Rhode Island.

But for the town's highway superintendent, Frank Stoic,

something in the fall breeze felt off that morning.

You see, Frank had a routine of calling up

one of his closest relatives, his uncle Stanley, or Stosch as most people

called him. But this particular morning, the phone rang and rang and eventually just went to

voicemail. And this happening once was no big deal. Frank knew that his

Uncle Stosh often stayed out late on Friday nights with his buddies and it was still

kind of early in the morning the first time he tried him. But by 9 a.m. he tried again and got more

of the same and that's when things felt too weird. 9 a.m. was too late for his uncle to be sleeping in.

Frank only lived a few houses down from him, so he decided to do a quick drive by to see if maybe Stosh

was outside, but he wasn't.

And nothing really seemed to miss, so he just tried to continue on with his day. But by noon, the feeling of unease was back, so Frank hopped in his car and drove back over to his uncle's place. And this time, there was someone outside not his uncle though.

It was one of his uncle's neighbors a guy named Tyler from across the street.

Here is Detective Captain Peter Sweet with the Cumberland PD.

Tyler mentioned, hey, I haven't heard from Stosh all day.

I was supposed to do some yard work.

I was running late this morning.

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