On the morning of December 10, 1995, a seasoned homicide detective walked into a house on a quiet street in the suburbs of Tucson, Arizona.

Another officer led him down the hallway to a bedroom. And when the detective looked inside, he froze.

Now, he'd seen a lot of crime scenes before, but this one had to be one of the worst.

I mean, there was blood everywhere. All over the walls, all over the floors, the mattress. I mean, it was just a complete nightmare. But as much as it appeared, like, clearly, he's looking at the scene of a murder, there was a problem. There was no body. But before we get into that story, if you're a fan of the Strange, Dark, and Myster mysterious, delivered in story format, then you come to the right place because that's all we do.

So if that's of interest to you, please hide mousetraps in all of the follow button shoes.

Okay? Let's get into today's story. On the morning of December 8, 1995, a 41-year-old mother named Bonnie Sanborn set a box of cereal

down on the dining room table inside of her home in Tucson, Arizona. She then called for her three

kids to come eat breakfast, and just a few seconds later, her youngest son, 10-year-old Brandon,

came bombing into the room and sat down at the table. Bonnie then poured herself a

cup of coffee and carried it down the hallway to her 13-year-old daughter Candice's room. Candice was busy

putting on makeup and when Bonnie reminded her that it was almost time to leave for school, she just

rolled her eyes and said, you know, she'd be out in a minute. Then Bonnie continued going down the

hallway and knocked on the door of her 15-year-old son, Bradley's room. And when he didn't open the door, she shouted through the door that if he didn't get out of bed soon, she would come in there and literally drag him out. But there was still no response after she did this, so Bonnie put her ear to the door and listened for movement. She was hoping to hear sheets rustling or dresser drawers opening, but she didn't hear those sounds.

Instead, she heard a different sound.

It was like this weird clanking sound, like metal pounding against metal.

And so because this noise was so unusual, she just opened up the door, and she found her son, Bradley, along with his friend,

18-year-old Jason Horbachevsky, squatting in the middle of the room, trying to pry open this

big metal box with a crowbar and a hammer. Bonnie stepped fully inside the room to get a better look,

and she saw there was a phone receiver dangling off the side of this metal box.

It was clearly a payphone that Bradley and Jason had clearly stolen from somewhere out on the street,

and now they were trying to steal the quarters out from inside of it. Bonnie was so shocked that

all she could think to do was just say, what are you doing? And Bradley, he looked at his mom and just seemed totally

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