When the unthinkable happens in a small town you will hear people say things like ”this doesn’t happen here.” As if being in a small town keeps the evil at bay. Here at This Doesn’t Happen Here we will cover small town true crime cases, as a reminder that evil doesn’t have city limits.
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When the unthinkable happens in a small town you will hear people say things like ”this doesn’t happen here.” As if being in a small town keeps the evil at bay. Here at This Doesn’t Happen Here we will cover small town true crime cases, as a reminder that evil doesn’t have city limits.
March 1, 1983, in McCarthy, Alaska an old mining town at the base of the Wrangell Mountains.
It was a Tuesday, which in this town of about 20 people was mail day. Because this town was so remote, residents received mail and necessities such as groceries only once a week from what they called the mail plane. On mail day, the locals gathered at Lester and Florence Hegland’s place to wait for the mail plane because it was close to the airstrip. They would have coffee, play games, chat, etc while waiting. It was a social event for them.
But, this mail day was different. There were no games, no coffee, no chatting. Only terror ending in nearly half of the population of McCarthy being dead.
This Doesn’t Happen Here
When the unthinkable happens in a small town you will hear people say things like ”this doesn’t happen here.” As if being in a small town keeps the evil at bay. Here at This Doesn’t Happen Here we will cover small town true crime cases, as a reminder that evil doesn’t have city limits.
