These days, I'm not a particularly religious person, but I was raised Catholic.

I attended Catholic schools, and yeah, I wore the knee-length plaid skirt with the white

blouse and sensible shoes.

After a stint at the local community college, I chose to attend a Catholic university

for my undergrad degree.

But I've not been an active church-gower in decades, and sometimes I miss it.

The ritual, the comfort I receive from attending Mass.

But then I hear a story like this one, and I think, no, I'm good where I am.

Today's story takes place in Wisconsin, not too far from the Wisconsin Minnesota border.

This was a shocking crime.

You know, they say, it shook the community.

Well, this case really did shake the community, because the crime was so senseless and so random.

It struck fear in the hearts of those who knew the two well-liked victims.

These were decent men living ordinary lives.

Come with me to the winter of 2002, when a baffling double murder at a funeral home

points to one seemingly unlikely suspect.

Ryan Erickson was born in January of 1973, one of three children born to parents Dennis

and Mary Roth Erickson.

Dennis was a Vietnam veteran, and he worked as a prison guard.

His struggles with alcoholism made the home a stressful place for Ryan and his two siblings,

brother Travis and sister Sonia.

The family of five settled in Campbell's Port, Wisconsin, which is located north of Milwaukee

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