All this information on this page is exclusive to Scary Screaming Ghosts. It was sent to me by someone who would like to remain anonymous, but I have it on good authority that it is a very reliable person. Please do NOT write and ask me who he is because I really do not know. I have put these stories on this page in the order that they were emailed to me so if they are mixed up you will just have to decipher for yourself.

This info is Copyrighted by the person that sent it to me, his name will remain anonymous. Several mysterious events have occurred "within the triangle area" but they do not compare to the multitude of unexplained and unnatural deaths. As far back as I can remember there have been eerie deaths (as if an unnatural death can be anything but). In the mid 1960's (c.1965) a small single engine airplane (Cessna type) with one experienced pilot aboard unexpainedly lost engine power while over "the rock." He was on final approach to BWI (then called Friendship Airport), and radioed his position and that he thought he could make it to the airport. He tried to restart the engine, but couldn't. He flew, gliding actually, over Marley Creek, along Furnace Branch Rd, the whole time losing altitude. He finally crashed in the woods near Furnace Branch Rd and Point Pleasant Rd. Killed on impact, and plane wreckage strewn over quite a distance. Investigators from both the FAA, NTSB and my agency could find no reason for the engine failure. As usual, "pilot error" was the official cause of the wreck. In 1969 a young man (I can only remember his name as "Mike) was driving his 1962 Chevy II south on Rt. 648 from the area of Jordan Lumber. This was long before Rt. 10 was even on the drawing board. The road was basically straight, with one "S" curve as 648 crossed Marley Creek. The weather conditions were perfect. Speed limit then was 30 mph. Before reaching the bridge, and for no apparrent reason, Mike drove his 1962 Chevy II (it was a green color...funny how some things stick in your mind) across the center line of the road, down an embankment and into about 6 feet of water in Marley Creek. Hardly the mechanics of a fatal accident. The water was just deep enough to cover the roof of the car and obscuring it from passersby (yes, Marley Creek actually had that much water in it back then...fish, too). Several weeks later the water had receded enough to fall just below the top of the car....the police were called, divers were summoned, and the body recovered. M.E.'s report (medical examiner in Baltimore) ruled the death accidental, cause of death drowning. No injuries could be found to indicate that Mike suffered any injury to render him unconscious, and had no diseases or history of seizures. A perfectly healthy young man had run off the road into fairly shallow water, yet remained in the car to die. It has never been explained. Mike's car was recovered about where the "new" Rt. 648/Marley Creek Bridge stands today, just south of Jordan Lumber Company. More to come, if you're interested. NOTE: These tales are definitely true. They are easily documented, and in most cases I have firsthand knowlege of the events (at the scene, or as the investigator), or know someone who was at the scene - not gawkers or bystanders, but investigators and participants These 2 stories are the oldest ones. The next one is from 1971 (Pam C. murder case). I'll try to stay in chronological order for you.

I checked further, and unfortunately don't have any more info on Crain House at this time. I'm still checking with other (old-timers like me) who have been around a while for additional info. OK. "The Glen Burnie Triangle"....there is an area of AACo that is roughly bordered on three sides by Furnace Branch Rd (near Marley Creek) Balto Annap Blvd on the north, Ritchie Hwy to Rt. 100 on the east, and Earleigh Heights Rd on the south. The borders aren't definite, and extend a short way in all directions. Back in the "olden days," local indian tribes used to gather with tribes from all up and down the east coast at a place called "W****** R***." Its still there, looking very out of place, in the woods behind where Best Company used to be on Ritchie Hwy and Jumpers Hole Rd. The next road south (on the northbound side of Rt. 2) of the shoping center is W****** R*** Rd (same side as the big shopping center). The road dead ends after a while at some private residences, but you can still see the gigantic cliff like rock that the Indians used. Local legend has it that the ghosts of long dead Indians still frequent the woods and rock, since there were supposedly human sacrifices at that location to "please the gods." The local kids still go there to drink and do drugs (not exactly a trade secret among us), so if you do go there to look around, be careful. More to come

The Pam C. murder case. Part 1: Pam C. was a young girl, about 16 or 17 years old at the time, way back in 1971 or 1972. It was around the end of October, and Pam had gone to the Harundale Mall to do some early Christmas shopping. She never returned home, and her parents contacted the police for the missing persons report. A uniformed officer was dispatched and took the report; back then not a great deal of effort was put into the missing persons case files unless there was tangible evidence of foul play. Pam's body and car were found several days later near where Rt. 100 and Mountain Rd intersect today (back then it was a wooded area -construction on that part of Rt.100 wouldn't come to be for another 5 or 6 years. She had been murdered and sexually assaulted. The crime scene was scattered about - her clothes were strewn around and the area was littered with trash and items not connected with the crime. Her car filthy. Given the forensic procedures of the day, the scene was processed as best as possible. There were evidentiary items recovered that would prove valuable if a suspect were known, but unfortunately there were no suspects, and no witnesses. Hairs and fibers, as well as semen stains were recovered; characteristics of the hair samples recovered seemed to indicate a black person was involved (Pam was white), but without a name to go with the hair, it was worthless at the moment. DNA identification had not been developed yet, and it would be another 25 years before the test was acceptable in court. The accepted investigation method back then was to develop a suspect, then have a court order for the suspect to provide various samples (hair, blood, etc.) There were no known suspect that could be positively tied to the crime. Several possible suspects were developed through investiation, but could not be linked "beyond a reasonable doubt" to the crime. Hunches were played and leads run down, but eventually the leads dried up and no new information was forthcoming. The evidence was packaged and stored at various locations for 25 years. Investigating detectives resigned/ retired/ died, etc as time takes it toll, and the case remained "active" although "cold." More to come in part 2.

Part 2: The case remained "on the shelf" for many years, with no new leads or information, and no public outcry, the case was largely forotten about. In the profession, its well known that if a murder case isn't solved within the first 24 hours, chances are great it will never be solved. Flash forward 25 years. Its 1997 and I am returning to work after back surgery; I'm assigned to the Forensics Unit while recouping (I have a strong background in forensics, and have been assigned there before). My task at hand is to locate all evidence from "cold cases," repackage them to conform to today's standards (bio-hazards weren't that well recognized back then), and resubmit the evidence. Its like a walk through a time capsule, opening boxes that have been sealed for ages, some even from the 1950's! I did the evidence in chronological order; some were more interesting than others, given the personal involvement of being on the scene when it happened, etc. When I got to the Pam C. case I sifted through all the evidence (some quite literally, as in dirt samples, etc) and read the yellowed pages of the reports. A report was included from the FBI showing that the investigators back then had submitted her clothing for examination and recovery of semen stains. The FBI didn't find anything. I did, however, find visible stains on her underwear and jeans; the presence of semen was verified by use of a black light (semen stainswill flouresce under a black light). I immediately contacted our DNA expert and showed him the evidence. He remarked that it was highly unusual that the stains would have lasted for over 25 years, given the manner of packaging and storage methods used over the years. He did agree to do a DNA test on the stains, but was not very optimistic about the outcome. DNA degrades very quickly and the possibility of a good sample after 25 years was minimal at best. The test came back positive, with identifiable DNA present. Back to square one, now, as there is no national data base for DNA results (ACLU doesn't want "big brother" keeping any more information on the populace than absolutely neccessary). We pulled the suspect list developed back in the early 1970's. The three most likely suspects (all friends) from then were identified and tracked down. One had been killed in a mysterious auto accident in AACo a few years after Pam's death. The second suspect had been killed in Delaware - he had been severely beaten and doused with gasoline, then set on fire alive; he burned to death. The third suspect was in prison in Delaware for the murder. Tissue samples from the first suspect weren't available at the MD Medical Examiner's office. This was highly unusual, as the ME's office keeps samples forever. The DNA expert and I went to Dover, Delaware to the Delawrare Medical Ecaminer's office. We explained the case and unusual circumstances and obtained parafin sealed samples from the second suspect's body. The samples were taback to our office and DNA tests completed. The DNA tests, despite coming from a burned body, matched the semen stains from Pam's body. Homicide detectives traveled to Delaware to inteview the last living suspect. One would figure that he had nothing to lose by confessing, as he was doing life in DE for another murder, but then again, he had nothing to gain. When our detectives identified themselves and asked if he knew why they were there, he said, "Yes, the girl from the Mall," the refused to talk to them any further. While the evidence against the second suspect is compelling, he was dead. There was no tangible evidence to positively link the last living suspect to the Pam C. murder case. As of this date, her murder is officially "open," but we all know who did it. Two of the suspects met violent deaths, and the third will die in prison. Chalk up 3 more deaths (Pam C., two suspects) to the GB triangle. Total so far, 5, and its only 1972.

A quick history lesson for a Monday.... Its 1973, big cars are still fashionable (and affordable - gas is still 32 cents a gallon). There is an apartment complex called Americana Southdale located on Ritchie Hwy near Rt. 100 (remember that one from Pam C.?). Two middle-east immigrants decide to make a political statement against President Nixon, as far as we could determine. They make a pipe bomb in their apartment using galvanized pipe, end caps, and black powder. Black powder (gun powder) is very explosive and unstable. It can be detonated by a variety of sources, however in this case the two used a mercury switch. They very carefully assembled the device then carried it out to their car, which was parked in the apartment complex parking lot. They gingerly opened the trunk, laid the item in trunk on padding, then without thinking, slammed the trunk lid down. The mercury switch activated, and the homemade device exploded One died at the scene, the other several days later. Score for the Glen Burnie Triangle now stands at least at seven.

Another quick one from 1973 orthereabouts... Back before the state built Rt. 100, what is now the expressway was all woods from Furnace Branch Road to just Balto-Annap Blvd. There were numerous bicycle trails and old abandoned houses in the woods. On Furnace Branch Road, between the intersections at Balto Annap Blvd and Biddle Road is a small used car lot known as Boies Motors. Boies used to be surrounded by the woods, but there was a dirt trail big enough for a car to drive on, if you didn't mind scratching up the sides. You have to remember that these were the early days of rock music, and heavy metal bands were yet unheard of. On one particular afternoon, a young 16 year old boy drove his car behind Boies Motors, onto the dirt trail; he drove far enough into the woods so he couldn't be seen from the road or from the car lot. Once satisfied he was well hidden, he wrote a note, put a hose from the exhaust pipe of the car in through the rear window, and started the car. We found him, dead by carbon monoxide poisoning, in the front seat of his car, an electric guitar across his lap. His suicide note, among other things, stated that he knew he "couldn't be the greatest guitar player that ever lived," so he killed himself. The Glen Burnie Triangle strikes again; the count is up to at least eight.

The Crain House Don't know if you know it or not, but about 10 years, maybe 15, a badly decomposed body was found in the basement of the house (it is the one across from ******, isn't it?). As an AACo Policeman named Paul D. was checking for a runaway juvenile and discovered it. Paul D. has since quit and moved on to greener pastures, so to speak. Body was that of a murder victim. I'm an ******, so I'm familiar with the case. Also, if you're interested, check out the "Bermuda Triangle" of Glen Burnie - inordinate amount of unatural deaths in area bordered by Ritchie Hwy, Furnace Branch Rd and Earleigh Heights Rd. I have personal knowlege about many.

I found out recently that their has been a book written on this subject. You can find it here: The Enigma of the Wishing Rock By: J. D. Romine