“They didn’t even look like people. I didn’t relate to Sharon Tate as being anything but a store mannequin. She sounded just like an IBM machine. She kept begging and pleading and begging and pleading and I got sick of listening to her so I stabbed her” -Susan Atkins on the murder of Sharon Tate
Griffin: Um, sitting… on the other side of the car is a young boy, who is wearing a fancy boy suit– Travis: Mhm. Griffin: –and a blue fancy boy cap. Uh, dressed up very fanci-fancily. Travis: Can I roll, um, insight to see how fancy? Griffin: Yeah, sure, if you want. Travis: [die roll] Uh, that’s a 17. Oh, sorry, yes. Uhh– Griffin: Oh my god, yeah. Make sure to really add this up– Travis: Oh it’s a 16, it’s a -1. Griffin: Oh, a -1. Then you die. [laughter] God, Travis, if only you– in trying to discern his fanciness, your nose just starts bleeding, and you fall over and– Clint: You’re fancied to death.
On the afternoon of Monday, December 28th, 1964, 16-year-old Beverly Jarosz was at her home in Garfield Heights- a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio, getting ready to meet her friends, Barbara and Margie. She called her Mother before 1 PM to check-in. She wrote a message to her Father about a phone call he’d received- the name the caller gave later turned out to be a fake name- and she talked to her Grandma for a second before explaining she had to go, as her friend Barb was on her way.
Barbara showed up at the Jarosz house at 1:25 PM and found the side door was open. She knocked and rang the bell, but no one answered. She could hear a radio playing loudly inside, and then a loud thump coming from upstairs, like furniture being moved. She waited a few minutes, then left, as she thought she was being stood up. Her and Margie called Beverly’s Grandma, who told Beverly’s Father to leave work to check on his daughter. He was the one who found Beverly’s dead body upstairs in her bedroom at 4 PM. She had been strangled, and stabbed 42 times. Authorities believed her murder was not a random act, but a specifically planned “act of rage.” She had been surprised while changing. She was strangled with a rope, and stabbed. Her clothing had been yanked away from her body, but she had not been sexually assaulted. The police decided she probably knew her killer, as there was no sign of forced entry or anything out of place on the first place of the home, and she wouldn’t have let in anyone she didn’t know, or left the door unlocked.
Before her death, she went to school at Marymount High School. She liked to write poetry, and wanted to be a teacher. She also had a stalker. Her mother and sister Carol mentioned she would get hang-up calls, sometimes 12 times a day. An anonymous person left a bracelet and ring on the back porch address “To Bev.” After this, she started carrying a brass letter open for protection. Beverly’s father came home one night to a man on the front lawn, staring up at the girls’ bedroom. He chased him down the block, but the man got away. Beverly was jumpy, checked in by phone constantly, and always locked the doors and closed the blinds. She often wrote poetry about death, and told her family she had a dark “foreboding” months before her murder. The top suspects were Beverly’s boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend, a college-aged neighbor, and a young door-to-door salesman who had a record of assaults on women. All the men were fingerprinted, and given lie detector tests, and they all had alibi’s. In another strange turn of events, seven years after her murder, the Jarosz home was broken into. All that was taken was a gold watch, but the strangest part was that the backing had been torn off of two prints hanging on the wall- two painting’s that were favorites of Beverly, given to her by her father.
Beverly’s father kept the house as it was on the day of his daughter’s murder, just in case a suspect was charged, and the jury needed to visit in the future, but that never happened. The case is unsolved to this day.