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London, Ontario has been named the serial killer capital of Canada and its intersection of highways was instrumental in killers leaving town quickly after their crimes. Several of these crimes date from the 1950s and 1960s and have been the subject of programs such as W5, discussion by criminology professors, etc.

What turned one city in Canada into the 'serial killer capital' of the world?​




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you'll find lots of discussion about this book at the following links but I'm not sure if there is a dedicated thread for the book itself




 
Tuesday, September 28, 1999
By ROXANNE BEAUBIEN, London (Ontario) Free Press Crime Reporter

The list of cases being reviewed by Project Angel, a joint effort by
OPP and London police examining unsolved murders in the London region:

- 1956 -- Susan Cadieux, 5, of London, was playing with friends when a man who appeared to be going to visit St. Mary's school stopped to talk to her on Jan. 6. She vanished a few minutes later. After a search, her body was found the next morning on the CP Rail tracks near William Street. She had been sexually assaulted.

- 1959 -- Real Tessier, 33, was last seen alive March 31 at the Empire
Hotel in St. Thomas. He was found shot dead beside a vehicle outside the city less than an hour later .

- 1963 -- Margaret Sheeler, 20, left her London home in December 1963. Her partially clothed body was found nearly a month later in a field beside Kipps Lane. Killed by head injuries, she showed signs of being sexually assaulted.

- 1964 -- Victoria Mayo, 32, was found dead of multiple stab wounds on Aug. 6 in her basement apartment on London's Sydenham Street. Entry to the apartment had been forced.

- 1967 -- Glenda Tedball, 16, was last seen walking into a bush on
Halloween day near her RR 4, Thedford, home. She has never been found but police have charged Edward Gratton, 66, with first-degree murder in her case.

- 1968 -- Jacqueline Dunleavy, 16, of Byron, was a Grade 10 student at Westminster secondary school when she was killed in January. She was strangled with either her scarf or a belt and struck on the head. Her partially clothed body was found in the driveway of what was then Katherine Harley school, near the London Hunt and Country Club. There is evidence she was sexually assaulted.

- 1968 -- Frankie Jensen, 9, of London, disappeared on his way to
Westdale public school on Feb. 9. His body was found two months later in the Thames River near Thorndale. He had a fractured skull and was partially clothed. It is unclear if he was sexually assaulted.

- 1968 -- Scott Leishman, 16, of RR 1, Thorndale, was missing for three months before his body was found in Port Burwell harbour on May 15. There were no signs of violence but some of his clothing was disturbed. It is unclear if he was sexually assaulted.

- 1968 -- Helga Beer, 31, of London, was found in the rear seat of her
car in a parking lot off Carling Street near Dundas Street. She had been beaten, strangled and sexually assaulted. She was last seen alive leaving a friend's downtown apartment Aug. 6 with an unknown man.

- 1968 -- Lynda White, 19, of Burlington, was a student at the
University of Western Ontario who disappeared after writing a French exam on Nov. 13. Her remains were found five years later in a shallow grave near St. Williams in Norfolk County. Police were unable to determine the cause of death.

- 1969 -- Jane Wooley, 62, of London, was found partially clothed Feb. 3 in her apartment on York Street three days after she was killed. She had been brutally beaten. She was last seen leaving the London House on Dundas Street where she was a chambermaid. There was no evidence of sexual assault.

- 1969 -- Patricia Anne Bovin, 22, of London, was found stabbed and
strangled April 24 on the second floor of the King Street apartment where she lived with her two young sons.

- 1969 -- Robert Bruce Stapylton, 11, of London, disappeared from his Piccadilly Street home June 7. His body was found in a woodlot in London Township, six kilometres from his home. Police could not determine the cause of death and there was no evidence of sexual assault.

- 1969 -- Jacqueline English, 15, of London, was last seen getting into a car Oct. 4 at the cafeteria of a store at a shopping plaza on Wellington Road, near the London Ice House. Her nude body was found five days later in Big Otter Creek near Tillsonburg. She had been sexually assaulted and killed by a blow to the head.

- 1970 -- Soraya O'Connell, 15, of London, vanished after telling
friends she was hitchhiking from a camp at the Fanshawe Youth Centre in northeast London on Aug. 14. Her body was found four years later in an old dump south of Stratford. Little clothing was recovered but it is unknown if she was sexually assaulted.

- 1970 -- Edith Authier, 57, of Merlin in Kent County, was found
stabbed, beaten and sexually assaulted in her home Sept. 5.

- 1972 -- Priscilla Merle, 21, of London, was last seen getting into a
car outside her sister's home in London on March 4. Her left arm was found two weeks later in Kettle Creek, north of Port Stanley. Her upper torso was found beside a Kettle Creek marina a month later. For the next several months, police continued to recover pieces of her body in the area.

- 1975 -- Irene Francis Gibbons, 66, of Strathroy, was found dead in the bedroom of the bungalow where she lived alone. She was strangled but not sexually assaulted and no valuables were stolen.

- 1978 -- Irene MacDonald, 36, of London, was last seen in September. She was reported missing five months later and has never been found.

- 198 * -- Donna Jean Awcock, 17, of London, was last seen leaving a convenience store near her Cheyenne Avenue housing complex. Her strangled, partly clad body was found about 15 metres down an embankment overlooking Fanshawe Dam. She had been sexually assaulted...

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I think I’ve posted before about this but I don’t see my message. I’m nearly 70 now but when I was 18 I lived in London, Ontario for one year. It was October 1973, a time when hitchhiking was common and, being young and foolish, I would hitchhike to work since there wasn’t direct bus service to where I worked. One morning around 8:15, I was near the corner of Western and Sarnia Roads and was about to turn around to hitchhike when a car pulled up beside me. I told the driver where I was going and got into the car. He asked me where I lived and where I worked and then asked if I had boys come to my apartment. He said he knew about ‘girls like me’ and reached over as he was driving and tried to put his hand up my skirt. He turned left onto Oxford Street and we didn’t get far before we were coming up to a light that was about to turn red at a corner with a Tim Horton’s. I told him ‘I’m getting out of here’ and he grabbed my forearm and said ‘you’re not going anywhere’ but I quickly opened the car door and jumped out. I believe the reason he let go of my arm was because there were many cars around us that were also stopped at the red light and would have seen a struggle. I was terrified and walked quickly down the side street, afraid he was going to come after me. I took a quick look back and saw his car proceeding through the intersection.

I was afraid of the man and didn’t call the police until that evening. The officer I spoke to asked how short the skirt was that I was wearing and when I said it was short, which was the style then, he kind of laughed and said I was asking for it. I remember being shocked and very upset when he said that. He said since I could only give him the colour and style of the car but didn’t have a licence plate number there was nothing he could do to help me.

I remember every detail about what happened that day and I’m shocked to read about all the crimes involving young women in the London area at that time. I think how fortunate I was that morning that the traffic light turned red and I was able to get out of the car.
 
I think I’ve posted before about this but I don’t see my message. I’m nearly 70 now but when I was 18 I lived in London, Ontario for one year. It was October 1973, a time when hitchhiking was common and, being young and foolish, I would hitchhike to work since there wasn’t direct bus service to where I worked. One morning around 8:15, I was near the corner of Western and Sarnia Roads and was about to turn around to hitchhike when a car pulled up beside me. I told the driver where I was going and got into the car. He asked me where I lived and where I worked and then asked if I had boys come to my apartment. He said he knew about ‘girls like me’ and reached over as he was driving and tried to put his hand up my skirt. He turned left onto Oxford Street and we didn’t get far before we were coming up to a light that was about to turn red at a corner with a Tim Horton’s. I told him ‘I’m getting out of here’ and he grabbed my forearm and said ‘you’re not going anywhere’ but I quickly opened the car door and jumped out. I believe the reason he let go of my arm was because there were many cars around us that were also stopped at the red light and would have seen a struggle. I was terrified and walked quickly down the side street, afraid he was going to come after me. I took a quick look back and saw his car proceeding through the intersection.

I was afraid of the man and didn’t call the police until that evening. The officer I spoke to asked how short the skirt was that I was wearing and when I said it was short, which was the style then, he kind of laughed and said I was asking for it. I remember being shocked and very upset when he said that. He said since I could only give him the colour and style of the car but didn’t have a licence plate number there was nothing he could do to help me.

I remember every detail about what happened that day and I’m shocked to read about all the crimes involving young women in the London area at that time. I think how fortunate I was that morning that the traffic light turned red and I was able to get out of the car.

That cop was part of the problem, and not in any form part of a solution. So brave you are for speaking up.
 
I think I’ve posted before about this but I don’t see my message. I’m nearly 70 now but when I was 18 I lived in London, Ontario for one year. It was October 1973, a time when hitchhiking was common and, being young and foolish, I would hitchhike to work since there wasn’t direct bus service to where I worked. One morning around 8:15, I was near the corner of Western and Sarnia Roads and was about to turn around to hitchhike when a car pulled up beside me. I told the driver where I was going and got into the car. He asked me where I lived and where I worked and then asked if I had boys come to my apartment. He said he knew about ‘girls like me’ and reached over as he was driving and tried to put his hand up my skirt. He turned left onto Oxford Street and we didn’t get far before we were coming up to a light that was about to turn red at a corner with a Tim Horton’s. I told him ‘I’m getting out of here’ and he grabbed my forearm and said ‘you’re not going anywhere’ but I quickly opened the car door and jumped out. I believe the reason he let go of my arm was because there were many cars around us that were also stopped at the red light and would have seen a struggle. I was terrified and walked quickly down the side street, afraid he was going to come after me. I took a quick look back and saw his car proceeding through the intersection.

I was afraid of the man and didn’t call the police until that evening. The officer I spoke to asked how short the skirt was that I was wearing and when I said it was short, which was the style then, he kind of laughed and said I was asking for it. I remember being shocked and very upset when he said that. He said since I could only give him the colour and style of the car but didn’t have a licence plate number there was nothing he could do to help me.

I remember every detail about what happened that day and I’m shocked to read about all the crimes involving young women in the London area at that time. I think how fortunate I was that morning that the traffic light turned red and I was able to get out of the car.

I used to hitchhike in London during the early '70s as well, and thanks be to God, I was never assaulted. However, I do remember the disgraceful attitude toward women. Sexual assault was barely considered a crime, certainly not something to be handled by the courts. It doesn't surprise me to hear that the officer would blame you.

I don't recall hearing anything at the time about these missing person cases, murders and unsolved crimes, but I was just visiting and didn't live in London. I also don't remember that there were any warnings about hitchhiking in London. Do you recall any public warning?
 
Not surprising due to its location.
There is a great doc called "Dark Highway". It speaks to human trafficking along the 401 corridor.
Also a reporting number: 1-833-900-1010, See Something Say Something.
 
Thank you so much for your replies. It feels like it happened yesterday. I still remember every detail. It was like he was in a rage and hated me. I’m so grateful to be here today.
 
I used to hitchhike in London during the early '70s as well, and thanks be to God, I was never assaulted. However, I do remember the disgraceful attitude toward women. Sexual assault was barely considered a crime, certainly not something to be handled by the courts. It doesn't surprise me to hear that the officer would blame you.

I don't recall hearing anything at the time about these missing person cases, murders and unsolved crimes, but I was just visiting and didn't live in London. I also don't remember that there were any warnings about hitchhiking in London. Do you recall any public warning?
I don’t remember hearing any warnings in London back then. I’d just moved to London that month and was excited to live in a ‘big city’, start a new job, and meet new people. I think my mother warned me against hitchhiking but I probably thought she was being silly. I was 18 and very naive and I thought nothing was going to happen to me. Being told by the police that ‘you were asking for it’ was a terrible thing to hear when I was still shaking from the traumatic experience. I remember asking him at the end of the conversation if they could have the police be on the lookout for a green station wagon in that area because of all the young female students. I told him I doubt if it was the first time this person ever did this. Over the years I’ve wondered what he did to other women.
 
Not surprising due to its location.
There is a great doc called "Dark Highway". It speaks to human trafficking along the 401 corridor.
Also a reporting number: 1-833-900-1010, See Something Say Something.
I just watched the trailer and how shocking it’s happening right here. I had no idea.
 
I think I’ve posted before about this but I don’t see my message. I’m nearly 70 now but when I was 18 I lived in London, Ontario for one year. It was October 1973, a time when hitchhiking was common and, being young and foolish, I would hitchhike to work since there wasn’t direct bus service to where I worked. One morning around 8:15, I was near the corner of Western and Sarnia Roads and was about to turn around to hitchhike when a car pulled up beside me. I told the driver where I was going and got into the car. He asked me where I lived and where I worked and then asked if I had boys come to my apartment. He said he knew about ‘girls like me’ and reached over as he was driving and tried to put his hand up my skirt. He turned left onto Oxford Street and we didn’t get far before we were coming up to a light that was about to turn red at a corner with a Tim Horton’s. I told him ‘I’m getting out of here’ and he grabbed my forearm and said ‘you’re not going anywhere’ but I quickly opened the car door and jumped out. I believe the reason he let go of my arm was because there were many cars around us that were also stopped at the red light and would have seen a struggle. I was terrified and walked quickly down the side street, afraid he was going to come after me. I took a quick look back and saw his car proceeding through the intersection.

I was afraid of the man and didn’t call the police until that evening. The officer I spoke to asked how short the skirt was that I was wearing and when I said it was short, which was the style then, he kind of laughed and said I was asking for it. I remember being shocked and very upset when he said that. He said since I could only give him the colour and style of the car but didn’t have a licence plate number there was nothing he could do to help me.

I remember every detail about what happened that day and I’m shocked to read about all the crimes involving young women in the London area at that time. I think how fortunate I was that morning that the traffic light turned red and I was able to get out of the car.
Do you recall what the man looked like ?
 
I don’t remember hearing any warnings in London back then. I’d just moved to London that month and was excited to live in a ‘big city’, start a new job, and meet new people. I think my mother warned me against hitchhiking but I probably thought she was being silly. I was 18 and very naive and I thought nothing was going to happen to me. Being told by the police that ‘you were asking for it’ was a terrible thing to hear when I was still shaking from the traumatic experience. I remember asking him at the end of the conversation if they could have the police be on the lookout for a green station wagon in that area because of all the young female students. I told him I doubt if it was the first time this person ever did this. Over the years I’ve wondered what he did to other women.
Did he have glasses ?
 

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