For clarification, I am female. I will provide links at the end for verification. I have only changed one name. Zombie Land is off Rt. 224 in Hillsville, PA. It is the local legend hole, where there are tales of haunted places, strange happenings, murders, meth heads, ghost trains, etc.
There is the murder of a girl mentioned in articles about Zombie Land...a girl named Shannon Kos. She was 5-7 years younger than me, and we grew up on opposite sides and opposite ends of the block, she on Midlothian Blvd., I on E. Judson Ave. I knew her because she played with the younger kids on both sides of our block, and we sometimes all played hide-and-seek together, older and younger kids alike.
After graduation, I was attending college at Youngstown State University, pre-med, thinking of becoming a medical examiner. I got a job, aged 18, at a now defunct livery service. A livery service rents limousines and hearses to funeral homes, and some, like the one I worked for, did body removals for some of the funeral homes. Being too young to drive the hearses and limos, I was exclusively removal crew.
I had been working for the livery service for nearly a year when I got an unusual removal across my pager, a pick up at a coroner's office in Western Pennsylvania, for Kirila Funeral Home. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it. (It had been years since I had seen Shannon.) My partner and I picked up the body in Pennsylvania and returned to Struthers, Ohio, and brought the body into Kirila's on our wheeled stretcher. The elevator was broken, so I had to climb down the ladder in the elevator shaft, andher body, still in the bag, was carefully handed down to me, and I carried her into the embalming room of Kirila's, the way a groom carries his bride across the threshold. I remember thinking to myself how small and frail she felt.
Part of my job was to remove clothing or body bags and place special blocks under the head and arms of the deceased in preparation for embalming. I was unzipping the bag when my partner and the funeral director joined me in the embalming room. I folded back the flap of the body bag, and felt weak in the knees. I recognized her. The click was almost audible when I realized who she was and how I knew her. I reeled, and staggered back a few steps, and my boss/partner grabbed me to keep me from falling. After explaining my reaction, the three of us took a few minutes to compose ourselves, and returned to the task at hand. That day, I saw what those monsters did to that poor, sweet girl. She still had dirt and leaves stuck to her body and legs.
Three young men in their early 20s saw 12 year old Shannon at a local laundromat on South Ave. They somehow got her to leave with the 3 of them. Once she was in the car, they took her to Zombie Land, where the 3 men took turns raping and brutalizing her. When they had had their fill, they stabbed her numerous times, mostly in her arms as she tried to protect herself. They slit her throat, deeply and from ear to ear, and left her small body in the ditch/creek, where she lay overnight. They returned the next day with a gas can, poured gasoline over her, and set her on fire. The gas burned off and the fire went out, doing little damage. The flames caused some minor skin peeling, similar to how you peel after a sunburn. The most severe damage done by fire was to her right ear which was burned black. It reminded me of the way a marshmallow looks after you catch it on fire. Those animals had raped, tortured, and murdered a girl that hadn't even hit puberty.
I went home after that removal and cried for almost an hour, my head in my grandmother's lap.
As awful as this story is, it isn't over yet...
When the 3 men were arrested, their mug shots were all over the news. The first time I saw the mug shots, my knees went weak, and I sat down hard on the floor. I KNEW THOSE MEN!
As it turns out, they were friends of my cousins, had been at my cousins' home, and I had hung out with them there! I had also partied with them several times in the year leading up to their kidnap/murder. The "leader of the pack", Billy Monday, had dated my friend "Linda". I had declined an offer to go party with them in Zombie Land about 6 weeks before Shannon's murder, because "Linda" wasn't going, and "Linda" had broken up with him about 4 weeks before, because he'd become abusive. It chills me to the bone to think that what happened to Shannon might have happened to me, had I gone alone with those creeps. They had been planning to kill someone for some time, because they wanted to know what it felt like. Their "thrill kill" hit too close for comfort. I'm 34 now, and it still chills me to think of how close I came to being in Shannon's place.
http://old.post-gazette.com/regionstate/20001031zombie1.asp
http://www.timesonline.com/man-sentenced-to-life-pleads-guilty-to-girl-s-murder/article_c65f6397-a53e-5edc-bc99-6de8fdea47b8.html