UPDATE:4TH OF OCTOBER

Some new parts added and edits were done. I'm proud of it now; more to come.


We miss them...

It's been so quiet...

We don't understand what happened.

It's been so long.

Since we all saw them.


Name:Stella Robbins

Date:9/12/1993

Recorded by a journalist with the title "Live has just stopped".

I never knew the feeling of being lonely until I felt it again. The house is quiet now without him running around and screaming for my attention. Especially since my husband is at work during the day running the Pizzeria. I use to be alone all the time before I met Fredrick and had our beautiful son, all that brought so much colour and joy into my live, raising from a new born crying out every night for my attention.

I didn't care he woke me up at 4am when I only had three hours sleep beforehand, I didn't care he drooled over photos of my grandparents, I didn't care he threw his food at my face and then blew a raspberry at me. I didn't care he would take off his shoes and socks and run around barefooted across the shops while I chased him with a bag full of heavy groceries.

He was my everything. My beautiful everything. A reason to wake up every morning and look and admire the beauty in everything. A way to see the world differently. As a happier place. Full of laughter.

Now silences has gripped our small house in a crowded neighbourhood. Silence has gripped it tightly, squeezing every good thing in my life, including my baby boy.

Sometimes I even cry loud enough so that way people next door will hear me and come and check on me with concern asking if I was hurt.

But I am inside. My hurt was so unexplainable, I couldn't describe how much it hurt. It was like my grief was eating me alive. Or My heart was physically being thrown into a shredder and was grinding up slowly, splattering out all the happy memories on the walls and clogging every thought in my head.

People pity me and say "Yes I understand how you feel.", "I understand what you going thought. It's so difficult.", "we'll all here for you dear. We understand.", "you have to understand. You can't change the past. What has happened can't be undone."

You know what? I really hate that word now. They understand. No they don't! No one understands how hurt I am! They need to stop talking to me like I'm a child! No one understands anything about me! I barely knew my neighbours before this happens now they drop by all the time to chat to me. The world feels strange now.

Ohhhhh how I miss my Little Freddy Robbins. And his Laughter. His Pride. And his Beautiful Smile. I would give anything to know what happened to him.

I want him back...


Name:Lillian Bernie

Date:10/27/1993

Written as a victim's statement by Lance Stone.

I'm scared to go outside now. I have to have my Husband come outside with me when I go shopping. I'm so frightened of being in the outside world. My legs become so trembly when I step outside of our house. The world seems a lot more scary now.

When I was a little girl at the age of 6, I use to skip down the road to buy a pound of sugar for my mother as she made cakes and all kinds of sugary baked goods. It wasn't uncommon in those days for little girls and boys to run down to their local shop and buy things for their parents to help them cook. We lived in a small tight-knitted community, so it was such a shock when it happened.

What is it? A girl around the same age as me had been snatched while she walked down to the shops to buy some things for her mother, since our town was the type where you knew everyone, the whole community had been rattled down to the core and my mother decided to no longer send me out to grab things for her.

I never asked for anything more than a perfect life, trying to prove my intelligences. Then I met Jason, a great soccer player in my college years. Every Friday night, me and my friends would go down to the field to watch the team play. On the day of the grand final, Jason fell and was trampled by another guy, resulting in a broken collar bone. Since I took a medical course in high school, people told me to go down there and aid him. I did everything I knew to make him conformable so he didn't whine or get more hurt. Jason was taken away and his heart was broken when his dream of going into professional soccer was destroyed. Strangely it made me grow closer to him.

Close enough to start a relationship that lead to my son, everything I loved. The way his eyes would light up when he laughed made my day beautiful. Bedtimes were a thing I loved because I always said "I'll see you in the morning" and he'd smile back at me.

Since I saw last saw him. I had several panic attacks and I've had to go to hospital because of my fainting. No one given an answer to what happened, it feels just like yesterday, the pain is still so fresh and that would will always bleed as far as I'm concerned. My heart has been ripped from my chest in the single last moments he was in my cone of vision. I never got to say I love you for the last time, I just felt like I never said "I love you" enough to him.

I'm desperate for answers. My husband is too.

I don't want to be scared. The only way not for me to be scared is to know where he is.

Why won't anyone tell me where my Little Bobby Bernie is? Where is he? Why hasn't he came home to where his Mommy and Daddy are waiting for him with warm open arms?

Where are you?


Name:Lucy Thomason

Date:10/29/1993

Snippet from a letter read out to the community.

It's so unnatural now seeing the kitchen so clean day in and day out. I don't have to go in there ever since Time I hear a bowl smash or a Oven open. I use to have to mop the floors everyday. Now that I don't have to. I use to feel like it was a curse to have to clean the floor of sugar, flour and whatever else ended up on my cleaned white titled floors.

Now I want to not mop those floors to keep the memories alive.

The Police are still searching for the possible suspect. It's hard each day when My Youngest Daughter comes up to me and asks me:"Mommy where is my Bigger Sister?". Every time I cry when my little Amy brings her up. I can't live with the fact I took my eyes off her for a moment and she vanished.

I feel like it's my fault. I wanted a divorce, I feel like I'm the monster; I scared her away. Because I wanted sole custody of her and her siblings. I wanted to tear her away from her father because I feared he wouldn't keep this business alive.

I was scared and because of my fear, I scared her away. She disappeared.

It was my fault. It's my fault that no one will tell me where Charlotte is. I just want her to be save and warm. I still haven't touched the Cupcakes she made for me weeks ago before she went missing.

Why doesn't anyone know something?


Name: Rosalyn Sullivan

Date: 11/1/1993

Written on the 1st of November 1993, the husband, Ben Sullivan gave the diary page to detectives in 2002 after Rosalyn was murdered.

Does the world enjoy torturing me? Does someone love to see me cry so hard I can't breath? Is it a sick game to them?

Since Ben fell, everything has been harder. But now that this has happened. I feel like the worst mother in the world.

I left my children in the hands of my father for a birthday party so I could work without the stress of the kids for one day. And He died that day. He was just dead. And My children were alone. I never got to say goodbye to my father whom I loved dearly.

Then to pluck more at my sanity, I only saw my Youngest Son was okay. But his brother. Was no where to be seen. I panicked when I only saw one of them rather than both of them standing side by side like they always would.

I can't bring myself to the fact that I've lost my son, and my father.

Why won't the detectives tell me anything? I just sit at home and watch my son play. Then cry screaming he wants his brother to play with him. But I have to tell him. And it breaks my heart. That his brother can't play with him for many reasons. Those reasons I can never reveal.

He cries so loudly that the neighbours complain. Then of course. My little boy started to be attacked by older kids at school. That added more to my problems other than where my Oldest son was. He was defenceless and I felt the same as I couldn't shield him from the dark world we had now fallen into.

Bad things happen everyday, but Felix was oblivious to all the death, murder and horrible crimes. He was in a safe bubble with his brother, his loving parents and his caring grandparents. Now we've slipped and fallen into the heart of the dark world, our family is broken and Felix knows now. He shouldn't have to. He is only five.

My Sweet Little Finn Sullivan. I hope you know your Mom, your Dad and your Brother wants you to come home. I hope that when I open the door the next time, I will see you there, I will embrace you forever and never let you go again. I'll watch you play again and I'll never get mad again.

We have to know why you won't come home.


Name: Nichalos Robbins

Date: 12/7/1993

Found in a police raid on his home after his body was recovered from the river, cause of death has been ruled out as foul play.

I lost my mother. Now they took her away also. My daughter.

I remember when My mother died from her Disease. My Girl refused to eat breakfast for days. It broke my heart that my daughter would have to grow up without her grandmother. She barely knew her but she knew something was wrong when her grandmother was suddenly not there anymore. My wife offered me and her love that powered our family pass the tragedy.

Now I have to live with the guilt of losing two of my most precious treasures. My wife jumped off the golden gate bridge last week, she was just gone, to never return like my daughter.

I was there that day. For my Nephew's 10th birthday party. I went to make a phone call outside for a few minutes, when I came back. She was gone. And I know my Golden Girl. She would never run away from me. Especially after I told her to stay put, she would never disobey her dad.

She was a good girl. She was only two weeks from turning eleven. I had a huge party planned with all her friends and our family.

Freddy Robbins and his Parents Fredrick and Stella.

Bonnie Bernie and his Parents Jason and Lillian.

Charlotte Thomason, her Little sister Amy and her Older Brother Cornelis, with her parents Carlos and Lucy.

Finn Sullivan with his little Brother Felix and their mother Rosalyn and the father Ben.

But we've all lost one of our children.

This world Isn't worth anything now. This is my last thought as I prepare to end my life. It's just too painful to live now. The crisp wind makes my hair fly back, I see the sun setting, my time is finished. I take the step over the railing and I'm gone. No more tears. No more fears. I don't want any hate, just forgive me, I can't fight against it, I tried. And Failed...


We want them back.

We want to know where they are.

We want to know what has happened to them.

We want to know why the suspect hasn't been caught.

We want to Hold them again.

We hope to see them all come home...