Forrest was active in Washington/Oregon roughly the same time as Bundy.
Warren Leslie Forrest, Miscellaneous Information.
Forrest was active in Washington/Oregon roughly the same time as Bundy.
This is a rare occasion I was unable to find out any background information about the woman I was writing about: typically, I can come up with some helpful tidbit that helps me dig up more information about them, however I was unable to do that with Ms. Griswold. If anyone knows anything more than what I have here and would like to reach out to me about it, I will give you credit for your help.
While I was driving to Michigan with my husband last week I stumbled across an article posted by another true crime Facebook Group called, ‘TB: I was Trying to Think Like an Elk’ that included an article published in February 1989 from The Oregonian discussing an encounter that Nellie Griswold may have had with Ted Bundy: Griswold, who lived in Halsey, Oregon in the early part of 1974, worked as a waitress in the restaurant part of The Pioneer Villa truck stop, located right off the I-5 in the southern part of Linn County.
In early 1974 (she wasn’t sure if it was January or February) Griswold was twenty-four years old, and one evening as she was working she noticed a man that matched Bundy’s description lingering around her POE: she told her boss ‘this guy kind of gives me the creeps,’ to which he replied, ‘don’t worry, that’s just Teddy’ and went on to tell her that he had been hanging around The Pioneer Villa’s bar semi-regularly for about a week and a half. Nellie said that she was going through a bad time in her life and at the time was newly divorced with an infant and was having relationship issues with her current-boyfriend (they eventually broke up); that night, she left her daughter with a friend so she could talk with her significant other about their relationship problems after she got out of work.
But as Nellie’s shift went on her worry only grew: the stranger kept trying to hustle her and repeatedly asked her out on a date (an offer that she politely declined) and stood in the hallway near the front door, just watching her. Before her workday ended at 9 PM she ‘told the manager I was going to leave by the back door because I didn’t want this guy to give me a hard time.’ A little after nine she left out the restaurants back door and got her 1964 Thunderbird and began the five mile drive to her apartment…. but as she made her way to Halsey she noticed a yellow VW Beetle trailing behind her: ‘I sped up and it speeded up. It was a race to my apartment. My car was faster. I got out of the car and unlocked the door and went inside. There were stores across the street from us and stores on both sides of us. Nobody was around. I made it inside and I shut the door.’
During an interview with reporter ‘John Painter Jr.’ with the newspaper ‘The Sunday Oregonian,’ Griswold said the strange man parked his car in front of her apartment building and stood out there a long time, just staring towards her residence: ‘I became afraid he would still be there when my boyfriend got off work at 11 PM. We already had been fighting, and I didn’t feel I needed to deal with a stranger at my door on the night that I was trying to put our relationship back together.’
According to Nellie, when she arrived home: ‘I watched him through the window. I didn’t turn any lights on. He sat there for maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. He tried to start the car, and it made some sort of sound and he got out of the car. He lifted up the back end and did something and put down the back end and it slammed the end of his hand.’
She went on to say that the next thing she remembered was the stranger frantically knocking on her apartment door: ‘he was banging the door, begging me to let him inside, (saying) that he was cold from sitting in the car, very cold, and he was bleeding and needed something to cover his hand, ice or something. I was stupid enough to fall for it and went and got some ice and handed it to him through the door. I became afraid. Like I said, I’d been trying to get rid of him… My boyfriend’s due home anytime and I wanted him out of there. So at this time I’m going to do anything just to get rid of him.’
Griswold went on: ‘I have no phone and anyway it took thirty-five minutes for the police to get to Halsey when you called them. I stepped outside and he made a statement that he knew my boyfriend was seeing somebody else. This really triggered me because this is what I basically had been arguing about with him.’
She also clarified that she was aware ‘Teddy’ had been drinking at bar most of the evening. “I figured he’d picked it up talking to some of the help in the bar; the girl who was tending bar was a friend and she pretty much knew what was going on.’ Intrigued, she agreed to go with him while the ice was on his hand: ‘he said he couldn’t drive because it hurt too much. We opened the car door. He sat in the driver’s side and closed the door. I sat on a pillow. There was no seat on the passenger’s side.’
Griswold went on to say: “I said, ‘What kind of a rig is this?,’ to which he replied that he didn’t have a job at the moment and it was the only option he had to get around: ‘I sat there on a pillow with the door open and my feet on the ground. I wouldn’t close the door. It became cold.’ When she announced that she was going to go back inside the stranger tried to stall her: ‘he asked where I was from and I told him I was from the Seattle area, which I was, and he knew different places. He was real interested in Golden Gardens Park and especially Carkeek Park on the sound and Green Lake. He seemed to know the Green Lake area where a lot of us girls used to hang out quite a bit.’ At the time in the 1970’s both Green Lake Park and Golden Gardens Park were popular hangouts for college kids.
Nellie continued: ‘I didn’t feel that uncomfortable at that time. He had something to drink and wanted me to drink some of it but wouldn’t. And then he was smoking something… I thought it was marijuana.’ After that, the man immediately appeared to become inebriated, and even nodded off periodically: ‘he was real in and out. He said he was too drunk to drive. I kept saying you’d better get out of here and he saying, ‘nope, I’m hurt and I’ve been drinking much.’’
Finally, the attractive young mother made the choice to finally leave, and ‘started to get out of the car and he reached out and tugged at my hair. I turned to him and said, ‘don’t do that,’ and at that time another car came around the corner and the lights flashed inside the car and I said, ‘that’s Alan (her boyfriend), let me go. And he let me go. He literally said, ‘get out of the car.’’
Griswold quickly ran to into her apartment and locked the door behind her, and after the other vehicle drove by, the man returned to her apartment and began pounding on the door, saying loudly, ‘I’m cold. Let me in.’ Thoroughly spooked, she went back to her bedroom and got her boyfriend’s large semi-automatic pistol that he had also taught her to shoot: ‘I told him I had a gun and knew how to use it and would shoot him if he did not leave.’ The pounding immediately stopped.
Looking out the window, Nellie said that the man went back to his Bug and just sat there for a while then circled the block a few times before he eventually disappeared for good; she never saw him again, and he never returned to The Pioneer Villa. Because of how much time had passed her story was impossible to corroborate, however investigators in SLC and Seattle said the man’s actions were consistent with Ted’s behavior. According to Dr. Robert Keppel, ‘you haven’t said anything to me that doesn’t sound like Bundy. She’s lucky she’s alive.’
It would be fair to say that at the time of Nellie’s attack Bundy had a lot of spare time on his hands: he was taking a break from school (he didn’t begin law school for the second time until later that September) and happened to be in between jobs at the time (in September 1973 he was the Assistant to the Washington state Republican chairman, and remained unemployed until May 3, 1974 when he started at the Department of Emergency Services in Olympia). He was still in a (fairly) committed relationship with Elizabeth Kloepfer at the time and was residing in the Roger’s Rooming House on 12th Avenue NE in Seattle.
As we know, Ted’s first confirmed attack took place on January 4, 1974 when he brutally assaulted Karen Sparks in her basement apartment near the University of Washington in Seattle. Additionally, he abducted and killed Lynda Ann Healy not far away on January 31, 1974… so its safe to say Bundy was definitely active at the time Griswold claims she was hassled by him.
According to Dr. Keppel, Bundy’s habit of roaming across the Pacific Northwest had always been ‘one of the biggest problems about the guy,’ and despite there being a trail of credit card receipts for gas there were many times that he paid for fuel in cash: meaning, he could travel across multiple state lines and investigators ‘never even know he’d been there.’ As for the yellow VW that Griswold so vividly remembers, Keppel said two witnesses from Central Washington University in Ellensburg told police about a man that drove a similar vehicle that tried to pick them up; also, on May 6, 1974 Roberta Parks vanished without a trace from the Oregon State University campus in Corvallis, which is only thirty miles northwest of the Pioneer Villa. I know there’s a lot of back and forth as to EXACTLY what color Ted’s car is… but I don’t think it’s a coincident that Death from Family Guy drove a bright yellow Beetle.
When showed a picture of the serial killer, Nellie was unable to ID Bundy, but she was able to identify a photo of him taken in 1973 that was released after his arrest two years later in Granger, Utah for the aggravated kidnapping of Carol DaRonch. She said that Ted’s ‘longer, curly hair’ was the most important part of her identification. Griswold told Painter that she felt ‘for the other victims. I just don’t understand why I’m still here.’ At the time of the interview in February 1989 Griswold said that she was a happily married mother of two and was living with her husband and kids in Southwest Washington.










































































As of now, I have been to Seattle three times: In April 2022, April 2024, and May 2025… During my first trip I couldn’t find the Issaquah Dump Site and was driving around the same two mile radius for almost two hours with absolutely no luck. During my second trip in April 2024, I had a friend help walk me through exactly where to park and how to navigate to the actual site (his name is Cole Kaiser, and he is awesome and deserves another shout out). Like with Taylor Mountain this time around I decided to explore ALL of it, and to my surprise learned it was quite a bit bigger than I previously thought.






























In May 2025 I reached out to King County to see if there was a chance I could visit their archives to look at their information related to the Ted Bundy investigation. Where visiting didn’t work out they were kind enough to send me a link via Dropbox that contained tens of thousands of pages of information related to the investigation. Here is everything I could find related to Lynda Healy.












Sherry Rae-Deatrick was born on September 12, 1956 to James and Mary (nee Fetz) Deatrick in New Albany, Indiana. Mr. Deatrick was born on August 20, 1931 and Mary was born on November 28,1935 in New Albany, IN. The couple were wed on March 16, 1956 and had two children together: Sherry and her brother, Timothy. James was employed as a computer operator for the corporate offices of Colgate-Palmolive Corporation and was a member of the Louisville Baseball Veterans Association, and the family was active at the Main Street United Methodist Church.
Sherry graduated from New Albany High School in 1976 and went on to earn her BA in Psychology from the University of Louisville, graduating magna cum laude. She briefly lived in NYC, where she was employed with Brooklyn Legal Services and at an insurance defense law firm while she was attending graduate school. At some point she married a man named Donald Paul Breitfield Kaler, and when she returned home to Indiana in 1992 she enrolled in night classes at the Louis D. Brandeis School of Law at the University of Louisville, and worked full time while maintaining top grades. In Deatricks first year of law school she earned the Marilyn Meredith Memorial Award for top female student, and she was a member of the Journal of Family Law.
After graduating from law school in 1997 Deatrick worked at various law firms across the United States, and according to her ‘Linked In’ profile, she has worked as an attorney for herself since 2008, and specializes in both Social Security disability and Department of Veterans Affairs appeals. From November 2004 to 2008 she worked as a Project Manager for Tichenor & Associates, where she was responsible for several government contracts, bankruptcy debtor audits, and state healthcare programs. From 1999 to 2002 she worked as General Counsel under Governor Paul Patton in Frankfort, KY.
On her law practice’s (public) Facebook page, ‘Sherry R. Deatrick, Attorney,’ on February 23, 2012 she announced: ‘I am now admitted to practice in the US District Court, Southern District of Indiana. Looking for office space in my hometown of New Albany.’ And almost ten years later on October 14, 2021 she said; ‘I’m back! I have relocated back home from Florida and I’m re-establishing my solo law practice again. My main focus is on social security disability law and bankruptcy. Serving Kentucky and Southern Indiana.’
Deatrick claims that she had an encounter with prolific serial killer Ted Bundy in the summer of 1974, and although she doesn’t provide an exact date that rough time frame fits perfectly into when he was active. I do want to say that on two separate occasions I tried to reach out to Sherry for clarification on this, but she didn’t see either of my messages. One day during summer school Sherry had gotten into an argument with her fiance and stormed away from him in a fit of anger, and as she was walking she was offered a ride from none other than Ted: “I’d had an argument with my fiancé and as he usually gave me a lift home from summer school, I set off home on foot. Then this cute guy pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride.’ She hesitated briefly, as she wasn’t one to take rides from strangers but after the man reassured her that she was safe, and he ‘was an assistant professor at the local school’ and ‘acting out of anger at my fiancé, I got in.’
Sherry told the man her address, which was roughly three miles away from where he picked her up in New Albany, Indiana, but instead of driving her directly home he stopped at a store to buy some beer: ‘he hadn’t asked my age and I wasn’t going to tell him how young I was. As we drank the beers, he said, ‘Why don’t we go for a ride?’’ She agreed. As the pair crossed the Ohio River and drove into a different state she began to feel nervous, and ‘felt a little worried but things were different in the 70’s. People were a lot more free sexually and I was no exception. It was all quite exciting and I decided to follow his lead though that seems pretty stupid now.’
At the time, Deatrick said that she was titillated at the thought of a romantic encounter with a handsome stranger, and called Bundy ‘handsome and hypnotic,’ which are words that are frequently used to describe him. After cruising around for about thirty minutes or so they arrived in Louisville, Kentucky, and the young man suddenly pulled off the main drag and into a parking lot: ‘it’s clear Bundy knew exactly where he was headed when he’d started driving. He must have scoped it out before picking me up. At the time I thought the location was a bit weird as the new housing estate wasn’t finished but I was quite adventurous.’ ‘Ted’ then led Sherry into a house that was under construction and “I thought it was nice that he was kissing me. I was still mad at my boyfriend and wanted to get back at him so I was up for it. Then all of a sudden, his hands were both going around my throat. I started to say, ‘Wait. Hold on.’
It was at that moment that they heard construction workers calling out nearby: they had returned from a break. About how things played out, Sherry said that ‘he was clearly rattled when he heard the voices and it was like he’d been shaken out of a trance.’ The man immediately took her back to his Beetle, thus ending their brief encounter: ‘I didn’t understand what had gone wrong. Why had he driven us all this way to make out, and then stopped suddenly? I worried I’d done something wrong?’ After driving back to New Albany in complete silence, ‘Ted’ dropped Deatrick off near her parents’ house then drove away into the night. She never saw him again.
Sherry kept the event to herself, and didn’t tell anyone about what happened to her. It wasn’t until the 1980’s that she read a book about Bundy and strongly felt there was a ‘good chance’ he was the man that she shared a brief romantic entanglement with in the summer of 1974. She speculates that maybe he was in the area looking at law schools to possibly attend: ‘maybe Bundy had gone there to scout it out and happened across me walking home. Later I heard Bundy say there were women in Kentucky who were lucky to be alive. I am certain I was one of those women. I fit the profile for most of his victims, walking alone, upset.’ Only in recent years did Deatrick tell her mother, who has since passed away: ‘she was so shocked but grateful I hadn’t been harmed. I hope young girls who read my story now will be more cautious than I was at that age. I was so naive and trusting and it almost cost me my life.’
In addition to being an attorney Deatrick has worn many hats over the duration of her career: she’s been a playwright, gallery curator, theatre critic, award-winning journalist, and (according to one blogger/artist) ‘a creator of whimsical and mysterious artistic creations.’ According to the website ‘annenberg.usc.edu,’ Sherry was at one time an ‘affiliated freelancer’ with the ‘Louisville Eccentric Observer’ that is based out of Kentucky (she was their theatre critic and won three awards three years in a row for her contributions to the paper). During her time at LEO, she largely focused on the arts and wrote pieces about celebrities like John Waters and local curiosities like Specific Gravity Ensemble (a group known for putting on micro-plays in elevators). Also, according to blogger and artist Jeffrey Scott Holland, Sherry at one time had her own art studio called the ‘Deatrick Gallery,’ which was located in Louisville; her medium included mosaics, crochet amigurumi, and ‘paper-mache miniature heads.’ According to the galleries ‘Geocities’ website, Deatrick’s gallery housed the work of several artists, including Jefferey Holland, Lila Afiouni, and Steve Rigot. She also put on a ‘one-woman performance’ named ‘Heads’ at her gallery in 2004, where she also sold her paper-mache heads that were painted bright colors.
I included Ted’s whereabouts in the summer of 1974 below, and nowhere in it does it say he visited the state of Indiana at any point in time. I understand that not every single one of his movements was recorded, but Indiana is many states away from the Rogers Rooming House in Seattle (where he was living at the time), and was a whopping thirty five hour drive away (and that’s just one way, without stops!). One would think he would have used a credit card to purchase gas at some point in the trip, and therefore would have been listed in the ‘1992 TB Multi agency Team Report.’
The summer of 1974 was a busy time for Bundy: in the late spring/early summer on May 30/June 1, 1974 he abducted and killed Brenda Carol Ball after she saw a band play at The Flame Tavern in Burien, WA. On June 11, 1974 Ted abducted then killed Georgann Hawkins from outside her sorority house at the University of Washington in Seattle. A little over a month later on July 14 he abducted and killed both Jan Ott and Denise Naslund from Lake Sammamish Park in Issaquah, and in late summer/early fall on September 2, 1974 he abducted and killed the unknown Idaho hitchhiker during his move from Seattle to SLC. At the time Bundy was also in a fairly committed, long term relationship with Elizabeth Kloepfer and was gearing up for his second attempt at law school in Salt Lake City. He also worked from May 3, 1974 to August 28, 1974 at the Department of Emergency Services in Olympia, WA.
Sherry Deatrick is the fourth living victim I’ve written about since I started writing about Ted Bundy (I briefly forgot about Susan Roller/’Sara A. Survivor’). The first was Sotria Kritsonis, who claims she escaped an encounter with Ted in the winter of 1972 after he asked if she wanted a ride while she was waiting at a bus stop on Rainer Street. The two drove around for a while, and after he realized she got her hair cut short he got angry and threw her out of his car. Kritsonis claims she saw him the following year on TV and immediately knew it was him… but it couldn’t have been Ted, because he wasn’t arrested for his crimes against women until August 1975, and he didn’t purchase his tan VW until the spring of 1973. Now, I suppose it’s possible she saw the news story about how he got caught wearing a disguise while infiltrating an event for the Washington state Democratic party, but I highly doubt it.
Rhonda Stapley is one of the more ‘out there’ living Bundy victims, and by this I mean she has been featured in various television specials and mini-series about the serial killer. Stapley was a twenty-one -year-old pharmacy student at the University of Utah when she claims Ted pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride back to her dormitory after a painful dental surgery in the fall of 1974. Like Kritsonis, she was sitting at a bus stop, and not long into the drive he looked at her and said, ‘do you know what? I am going to kill you now.’ He then knocked her unconscious and drove to a secluded canyon just outside of the city, where he beat and sexually assaulted her over and over again for hours before she was finally able to escape by jumping in a nearby stream. She eventually made her way back to the University of Utah, and because she was worried that her mother would pull her from school Rhonda kept the event to herself until 2011,: ‘I imagined people whispering, ‘that’s that girl who was raped.’ I didn’t want attention. I still don’t.’
Susan Lorrayne Roller (who writes under the pseudonym Sara A. Survivor) is an alleged repeat victim and long-time acquaintance of Bundy during the time he was active (and possibly before) in Washington state. She claims that she was friends with Georgann Hawkins as well, and where I couldn’t find any proof of any friendship (as in, pictures of them together) they were Pierce County Daffodil Princesses a year apart (Susan in 1972, Georgann in 1973). Roller claims that she dated Ted briefly before he began to routinely mentally and physically abuse her, and that he also stalked her during their time together at the University of Washington.
Roller has published three books about Bundy: the first is a memoir published in July 2016 and only a limited number of copies were printed (it has since been completely pulled to be ‘rewritten’); her website has disappeared as well because the domain wasn’t properly maintained. The second and third books are more based in facts, and are directly related to the Bundy investigation. In ‘Defense of Denial: Ted Bundy’s Final Prison Interview, 1989’ (published on April 5, 2016), Sarah released some interviews between Ted and Bob Keppell that supposedly provides evidence there were additional victims, and shows proof that police kept information related to the case from the public. Her third book, ‘Reflections on Green River: The Letters of, and Conversations with, Ted Bundy,’ was also published on April 5, 2016 and is ‘a collection of actual documents related to the interviews that took place between WA State authorities in 1984 and 1988 that were released to Roller after years of coming forward.’
James E. Deatrick died at the age of fifty-four on November 24, 1985, and Sherry’s mother Mary died at the age of 78 on March 26, 2014 at Floyd Memorial Hospital in New Albany, IN. Sherry is 67 years old (as of February 2025), and is a widow currently living in Largo, Florida. Her husband Donald Paul Breitfield Kaler died on January 30, 2000 at the age of forty-four, and according to his obituary, he was a US Army Veteran and a licensed attorney; he worked as a commercial insurance underwriter for the Kentucky Farm Bureau. Her brother Timothy A. Deatrick lives in Port Saint Lucie, Florida with his wife, Sandra.
Works Cited:
Deatrick, Sherry. (April 2, 2020). ‘Hypnotised by a Handsome Stranger.’ Taken February 25, 2025 from vtfeatures.co.uk
Deatrick, Sherry. (April 2, 2020). ‘True Life Lucky Escape: Hypnotised by a Handsome Stranger.’ Taken February 24, 2025 from vtfeatures.com
‘Deatrick Law Firm: Sherry R. Deatrick, Attorney at Law.’ Taken February 25, 2025 from piattorneylist.com/online/memberDetail38461.htm
Holland, Jeffrey Scott. ‘Unusual Kentucky: Sherry Deatrick.’ (June 7, 2010). Taken February 25, 2025 from unusualkentucky.blogspot.com
Punteha van Terheyden. (July 27, 2019). ‘Hitching a ride with handsome stranger Ted Bundy nearly cost me my life.’ Taken February 24, 2025 from ‘The Mirror.’
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Ruth Marie Terry was born to John D. ‘Johnny Red’ and Eva Lois (nee Keener) on September 8, 1936 in a mountainside shack in Whitwell, Tennessee. The couple had three children together: Johnnie Lois (b. 1933), James Ray (b 1934) and Ruth. Eva was born on July 3, 1913 and died on September 20, 1937 at the age of 24 when Ruth was only one; her father eventually remarried a woman named Stel19la and they went on to have three children together.
On October 21, 1956 when she was twenty Ruth got married to Korean War vet Billy Ray Smith in Marion, Tennessee but the pair quickly divorced.* The daughter of a coal miner and housewife, Ruth wanted more than what Whitwell had to offer, so after leaving her husband she left home and got a job at a Fisher Body automotive plant in Livonia, Michigan.
Ruth gave birth to a son named Richard in 1958 (according to records, his father is unknown), but due to financial strain was unable to care for him and he was adopted by the superintendent of her workplace, Richard Hanchett Sr. (in exchange for him paying off her expenses). After the adoption was finalized, Ruth left Livonia and moved to California. She reached out to Richard in 1972, but at the time he was unavailable.
On February 16, 1974, Terry married an antiques dealer in Reno named Guy Rockwell Muldavin, who went by multiple pseudonyms, including Guy Muldavin Rockwell and Raoul Guy Rockwell; at the time of their marriage she was using an alias, and went by the name Teri Marie Vizina. Muldavin’s biological parents are unknown (but are confirmed to be from Russia), and his adoptive father Abram Albert Zadworanski Muldavin was born on July 2, 1894 in Wasilków, Poland, and his adoptive mother Sylvia ‘Lily’ Silverblatt was born on June 22, 1902 in Brooklyn. The couple had one biological son together named Michael and eventually divorced. Scandal seemed to follow the family everywhere, as his brother was disbarred and banned from practicing law in the state of New Mexico after being charged with misconduct for accepting $3,200 and ‘commingling the same with his own funds, contrary to the canons of professional ethics of the State of New Mexico.’
According to his obituary, Muldavin was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico on October 26th 1923, but there are records that show his birth date was later the same year in December, and in New York. During his early years he traveled extensively across the world with his family, and spent a significant amount of time living in various locations in and around Germany, Cuba, and California. He was married five times over the course of his life and was with his fifth wife Phyllis for almost fifty years before his death.
Cape & Islands District Attorney Robert Galibois said that after Terry and Muldavin got married in February 1974 they traveled around the US, and stopped in Whitwell to visit with her family. Ruth’s grand-niece Brittanie Novonglosky later told investigators that she thought Guy was ‘possessive and demanding,’ and that her aunt ‘wasn’t herself’ while in his presence. After leaving Whitwell they couple went to Chattanooga to visit her half-brother, Kenneth and his wife Carole, who later recalled them saying they were going to drive across the United States looking for antiques to buy (then sell), specifically mentioning they were going to stop in Massachusetts.
When Muldavin returned home to California from that trip, he was driving what is believed to be her vehicle and told acquaintances that his new bride had sadly passed away. The Terry family was immediately suspicious of the news, and Ruth’s brother James went to her home to confront his new brother-in-law. Upon arriving he was told that the two had gotten into a fight during their honeymoon and she got out of the car in a huff, and he had not heard from his wife since.
James Terry hired a PI to investigate his sister’s disappearance, who learned that Muldavin sold off all of her personal belongings and had left him ‘of her own will’ after getting involved with a religious cult. Prior to the identification of her remains, Ruth was listed as ‘deceased’ in family obituaries, and she was never officially reported as missing. Her SIL Carole wondered if maybe she was in a witness protection program and because of that couldn’t reach out to anyone.
I’ve come across varying details about how Ruth’s body was discovered, but it is agreed upon that she was found in Provincetown, Massachusetts on July 26, 1974 roughly 800 feet away from the Seascape Dune Shack in a clump of overgrowth by 12-year-old Sandra Metcalfe-Lee, just yards away from a busy road with a lot of insect activity. The first version is that Lee and her sister followed a barking dog (some sources say it was a stray, others say it was their family beagle) to the decomposing remains on July 24, 1974 but later told investigators that it took them two days to file the report because ‘the discovery had traumatized them.’ The second report (that is more commonly told) is that Lee and her parents were hiking back to the Province Lands Visitor Center after a day at the C-Scape Dune Shack when they came across Ruth, and they immediately went to park rangers. Getting to the area where the remains were found would have required a vehicle with four-wheel drive, as there was a great deal of sand to get through, and longtime DA on the Cape Michael O’Keefe felt it would have been incredibly difficult to carry a body out to the dunes. Sandra grew up and became a true crime writer and wrote a book about the case titled ‘The Shanty: Provincetown’s Lady in the Dunes.’
Investigators found two sets of size ten footprints in the sand leading to the body as well as tire tracks roughly fifty yards away, and forensic experts speculate that the remains had been there for about two weeks. The victim was found face-down on half of a green beach blanket, almost ‘as if she’d been sharing it with a companion,’ and investigators wondered if maybe she either knew her killer or had been asleep when she was attacked, as there were no signs of a struggle.
An official police report described the victim as a white female, roughly 140 pounds, and between 5’6” to 5’8,” with the discrepancy in height due to the neck, as it was almost severed. According to former Provincetown Police Chief James J. Meads, her age was estimated to be between ‘25 to 45′ but she was probably not older than 35. At the scene a blue bandanna and a pair of Wrangler jeans were found neatly folded under her head and her long, auburn/red hair was pulled back into a ponytail by a gold-flecked elastic band; her toenails were painted pink.
Both of the victims hands had been removed as well as one of her forearms, and several of her teeth had been pulled out. She had a large amount of expensive ‘New York style’ dental work done, including $3,000 to $5,000** worth of gold crowns, which is usually as conclusive as fingerprints when it comes to making an identification and is (usually) relatively easy to trace. Thousands of dentists were sent information regarding the crowns, but no one ever came forward with any information.
Mead suspected that Terry’s killer was a man she was familiar with and that he drove her to the scene of the murder in a four wheel drive vehicle under the pretense of sunbathing. In the beginning of the investigation, Chief Mead followed standard police procedures: bloodhounds were brought in to comb through the murder area. Missing persons bulletins were studied. Registers of all Provincetown hotels, motels, and rooming houses were checked. Anyone who had a permit to take a vehicle into the National Seashore was checked. In the years following the murder Mead received thousands of leads, phone calls, and tips regarding the Lady of the Dunes, and he investigated every single last one of them; sadly he died before the murder was solved.
The town’s police department had taken over the case immediately after the murder, however it was turned over to Massachusetts State Police Detectives Unit for the Cape and Islands District in 1982. In the early stages of the investigation, law enforcement entertained the possibility that the killer brought the remains to the Dunes from nearby Boston, but they eventually determined that the murder took place at the scene (despite a lack of blood). They also theorized that maybe the killer was a transient, especially when taking into consideration the inability to identify the victim.
According to her autopsy the victim had nearly been decapitated and the left side of her head had been crushed, an injury that had possibly been inflicted by a military-type entrenching tool. Despite being strangled, it was determined that she had died from the blow to the head, and she showed signs of sexual assault that most likely occurred postmortem. Some investigators believe that the missing teeth, hands and forearm pointed towards the killer either attempting to hide the identity of the victim or themselves.
Detectives sent a description of the victim out over teletype (which is a machine that sent and received messages via a typewriter-style keyboard where the reply was printed on paper) to the FBI and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Investigators were at a complete loss as to who she could be. Was she a girlfriend of Whitey Bulger? Or a showgirl from New York City? Barnstable County records show that in the late 1940’s to mid-50’s Muldavin’s parents bought land and properties in Provincetown, MA.
In October 1974 the remains of the Lady of the Dunes were finally laid to rest in a state issued metal casket and, the case went cold. In 2014, one of the investigators that worked the murder in 1974 helped raise the money to buy her a new coffin, as the one she was originally buried in was poorly made and had rusted through and deteriorated.
She was laid to rest in Provincetown’s St. Peter’s Cemetery, and her stone marker read ‘Unidentified Female Body.’ In 1979 the first facial reconstruction of the woman was created using clay as a medium, and the following year her remains were exhumed for the first time, but no new clues were found. In 2000 a woman came forward claiming to be the daughter of the Lady of the Dunes and the body was exhumed again that March for DNA testing; nothing ever came of it. The remains were dug up for a third time in May 2003 and it was then that experts performed a CT scan of her skull that resulted in images that were used by the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children for another facial reconstruction. In 2006 law enforcement released age progression photos using to help with the search and a 3D composite image was created in 2010.
In 1987, a Canadian resident came forward claiming that she saw her dad strangle a woman in Massachusetts around 1974; investigators tried to look into the allegations but were unsuccessful. A second woman told detectives that the reconstruction strongly resembled her sister, who had disappeared in Boston in 1974. Provincetown police also chased a lead that involved Rory Gene Kesinger disappeared in 1973 after breaking out of a Plymouth, MA jail. Investigators saw a strong resemblance between Kesinger and the victim, but DNA from her mother did not match the victim. Two additional missing women were also ruled out: Francis Ewalt and Vicke Lamberton.
In August 2015, rumors started to swirl that the Lady of the Dunes may have been an extra in the 1975 cinematic classic Jaws, which had been shot in the village of Menemsha in Martha’s Vineyard between May and October 1974, which is located 100 miles south of Provincetown. Just weeks prior, Joe Hill (son of Stephen King) spotted a woman in the crowd during the Fourth of July beach scene that was wearing a blue bandanna and jeans that looked nearly identical to the ones found with the Lady of the Dunes. Hill brought this to the attention of police after reading a book called ‘The Skeleton Crew: How Amateur Sleuths are Solving America’s Coldest Case’ but nothing ever came of this tip.
Unfortunately, evidence from the crime scene had been thrown away by MA state police (including the victim’s clothing and the blanket she was found with), and as time passed by and the chances that the case would be solved faded science and DNA analysis evolved, and investigators were finally given the break they needed. In 2022 the body was exhumed one final time, and a portion of the victims’ skull was sent to Othram Laboratories along with genetic samples of members of the Terry family. From this, a DNA profile was created that helped identify distant relatives and eventually lead to the identification of the victim and on October 31, 2022 the FBI field office in Boston announced that the ‘Lady of the Dunes’ had officially been identified as Ruth Marie Terry.
According to FBI Special Agent Joseph Bonavolonta, Terry’s identity was discovered using investigative genealogy, which is a blend of traditional DNA analysis and genealogical research that can generate new leads for unsolved homicides, as well as help identify unknown victims: ‘This is, without a doubt, a major break in the investigation that will hopefully bring us all closer to identifying the killer. Now that we have reached this pivotal point, investigators and analysts will turn their attention to conducting logical investigative steps that include learning more about her, as well as working to identify who is responsible for her murder.’
On November 2, 2022, the Massachusetts State Police went to the public asking for information related to Terry’s one-time husband Guy Rockwell Muldavin, and on August 28, 2023 he was officially named as Terry’s killer. In a press release from the FBI, ‘for nearly five decades, investigators have worked tirelessly to identify this victim through various means, including neighborhood canvasses; reviews of thousands of missing-person cases; clay model facial reconstruction, and age-regression drawings.’ Friends of Muldavin were shocked when they learned who he really was, with one saying ‘he was great. I really loved him. I mean, he was terrific. And I was very close to him. I’m speechless, because none of it makes any sense.’
Known around Greenwich Village for his nightly parties with ‘beatniks, art lovers, celebrities and celebrity hunters,’ Muldavin charmed everyone he met with his magnetism and offbeat philosophy. He was disqualified from joining the military during World War II due to a mastoid infection, and in 1942 he was living in Manhattan and was going to school at The American Academy of Dramatic Arts. On May 11, 1946 while working as a professor in Bellevue, Pennsylvania he married former beauty pageant contestant and model Joellen Mae Loop. The newlyweds moved all over the US, and briefly lived in California where Muldavin got a job as a disk jockey at KIEM radio station Monday through Friday at 5 o’clock. They eventually settled down in Seattle, where he took a job in the furniture department at Bon Marche. The couple had one daughter together named Towers Joy and went on to purchase a large antique shop that ‘rarely opened before 6 PM.’ They were married for ten years before calling it quits, and divorced on July 16th, 1956.
But Muldavin wasn’t single for long, and only two years later married Manzanita Aileen Ryan in Kootenai, Idaho on September 30, 1958. According to an article published in The Evansville Press on January 7, 1962, his first marriage ended shortly after ‘Manzy’ and her then-husband, William Mearns, walked into his antique shop. His new bride had an eighteen-year-old daughter named Dolores Ann Mearns, who was attending college at the time and moved into a second floor bedroom in Muldavin’s antique shop on Seattle’s Lake Union waterfront. Maybe once a month, Manzy and Doloreswould travel to Vancouver to visit with her younger children and ex-husband, but on April 1, 1960 both mother and daughter disappeared without a trace. After Manzanita’s ex-husband reported the two as missing Muldavin immediately became the prime suspect. He had a motive to kill his wife, as he was cheating on her and was struggling with financial difficulties at the time. He was also the last person to see them alive and had access to the attic and septic tank, where bone fragments were later found.
Police quickly zeroed in on Muldavin, and got a warrant to search his combined antique store/ home. In the attic detectives discovered a large amount of blood, and they theorized that he had dragged their dead bodies up the stairs where he dismembered and disposed of them. After combing through the contents of the building’s newly sealed septic tank, investigators found human tissue as well as bone fragments, all of which matched Manzanita and Dolores’ shared blood type. Manzy’s legs eventually turned up in a body of water and were identified as belonging to her by her ex-husband, who recognized her ‘thick ankles.’ At some time in the early days of the investigation Muldavin up and left town, leaving behind his antiques business and no forwarding address.
In the early stages of the investigation, it was theorized that Manzy and Dolores fled to Canada, cutting their ties to Guy completely, and according to him the two had plenty of money as before they left they completely cleaned out his bank account. After his wife vanished he immediately filed for divorce, on the grounds of ‘cruelty and desertion’ in Seattle, and in WA state an uncontested divorce is finalized after three months, and he was officially single again by July 26, 1960.
Guy changed his story multiple times, on one occasion saying ‘she doesn’t love me anymore, and Manzy closed out our joint bank account. She took every penny I’ve saved for the shop and to buy more antiques. She even burned all my business records before she left! I’m having a terrible time trying to figure out my income tax return.’ But, he told others that she had run off with another man and took her daughter with her.
Just three days after his divorce was finalized on July 29, 1960, Muldavin got married for the third time to fellow antiques dealer Evelyn Marie Emerson in King County, WA. Emerson came from a prestigious Seattle family and was the step-daughter of wealthy socialite Caroline Winkler, who was impressed by her new SIL’s ‘cosmopolitan air and business sense.’ He told his new in-laws that he had won a Fulbright Scholarship to Portugal and Africa, and had recently tried to finance a yacht that would allow them to sail to their destination but his funds were ‘tied up’ after his ex-wife stole all of his ‘liquid assets.’ Evenyln sold her antiques business and planned on giving all of the money to her new husband, and just five days after the two said ‘I do’ Muldavin accepted a cashiers check from her stepmother for $10,000 (I’ve seen it listed as little as $6,000 and as much as $16,000); he told his wife’s family that he needed to buy antiques in Canada, but he took the money and ran away to NYC.
While looking into Muldavin, people that knew him told investigators that he was an ‘oddball and a pathological liar’ that left home in his late teens and falsely paraded around as a war hero. In December 1960 he was finally tracked down in an apartment in Greenwich Village by the FBI, however Seattle police determined that they didn’t have enough evidence to charge him with murder.
Muldavin did, however face larceny charges for swindling Emerson’s family and was convicted in 1961; despite being sentenced to fifteen years in prison in March 1962 a judge suspended the term provided that he pay his former in-laws back the money. He is also the main suspect in the homicide of 28-year-old bread truck driver Henry Lawrence ‘Red’ Baird and the disappearance of his girlfriend, seventeen-year-old waitress Barbara Joe Kelley. The two had worked together at a restaurant that was owned by the family of Muldavins first wife, Jo Ellen. Kelley was last seen in Humboldt County, California, on June 17, 1950 when she left to go on a date with her beau. Sans his socks and shoes, Baird’s nude remains were found face down on the beach near Table Bluff the following morning; he had been shot in the back of the head and his clothes were found nearby, neatly folded with Barbara’s tucked underneath (only her stockings and shoes were missing). No trace of Kelley was ever found.
Around 1976 Muldavin moved to Chualar, a small community near Salinas, CA, and according to an article published in The Californian on July 5, 1985, he retired from his position as an executive VP of a silver store on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. He then got a volunteer position at the KAZU radio station as a host of a 3-hour weekly call-in show on ‘aging, growing and making transitions.’ It was also reported that he did some work with at-risk youths through the Santa Monica Police Department and worked at a tobacco shop in Carmel.
Police questioned the local mob scene and motorcycle gangs, but nothing ever came of it. In 1981, investigators learned that a woman that strongly resembled Terry was seen with mobster Whitey Bulger around the time that she presumably died. An American organized crime boss , Bulger led the Irish mob group ‘the Winter Hill Gang’ in Somerville, MA, and he was known for removing his victims’ teeth. No evidence has ever been found that officially linked Bulger to Terry, and he was killed in prison in 2018.
A serial killer in Truro, MA named Tony Costa was briefly considered a suspect in the early stages of the investigation, but was quickly eliminated as he died before Terry’s murder on May 12, 1974.
Hadden Clark confessed to the murder of the Lady of the Dunes, stating ‘I could have told the police what her name was, but after they beat the shit out of me, I wasn’t going to tell them shit.’ … ‘This murder is still unsolved and what the police are looking for is in my grandfather’s garden.’ Clark was born on July 1, 1952 and is currently serving two 30-year sentences at Eastern Correctional Institution in Westover, MD. His first sentence is related to the 1986 murder of 6-year-old Michele Lee Dorr, and the second is for 23-year-old Laura Houghteling that took place in 1992. Clark was given an additional ten years for robbery after stealing from a former landlord. Authorities claim that he suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, which is a condition that may lead one to confess to crimes that they never committed.
When the news broke that the ‘Lady of the Dunes’ had been identified in June 2022 , I found a few people that suspected that she was a victim of Ted Bundy. I mean… the general time frame fits, as he was (very) active in mid-1974. But it was pretty easy to rule him out, as the ‘1992 FBI Bundy Multiagency Team Report’ placed him all over the general Seattle area in July. He was also getting ready to leave for his second attempt at law school and was still in a long-term, fairly committed relationship with Elizabeth Kloepfer.
After graduating from high school Ruth’s son Richard went on to attend Central Michigan University, and he retired from General Motors as a Service Engineer in 2015. Her first husband Billy Ray died at the age of 75 on February 22, 2007 in Chattanooga, Tennessee. In 1994 he was the recipient of a liver transplant, and he retired from CSX Railroad after 35 years of employment. Ruth’s dad Johnny died at the age of 71 on November 22, 1981, and her half-sister Vera passed away on February 3, 2017. Her brother James Ray died on Halloween in 2005 in Whitwell, and her sister Johnnie died on August 12, 2010.
Muldavin married for the fifth and final time on October 18, 1975, to Phyllis Georgina Smirle, a well-respected art professor at LA City College that he was with until his death on November 17, 2021. According to his obituary, he died at his home following a lengthy illness and was survived by his wife as well as a ‘sister,’ Joan Towers. A family friend shared with The Independent in November 2023 that Towers was not a blood relation to Muldavin, but the pair affectionately called each other siblings after a short lived romantic relationship turned platonic.
Guy Rockwell Muldavin died at the age of 78 on March 14, 2002 in Salinas, CA and was never held accountable for killing any of his five victims. His wife Phyllis Georgina died at the age of 86 on November 17, 2021 in LA, and his first wife Jo Ellen died just two months before he did in January 2002. Guy and Jo Ellen’s daughter Towers Joy died at the age of 71 in 2021.
* I’ve seen it reported that Ruth was only 13 when she got married but this is incorrect.
** Over the course of my research, this dollar amount was as high as $10,000.



































































































































