At first, it didn’t seem like anything unusual.

A young woman, full of life, suddenly stopped answering her phone. Messages went unread. Calls went straight to voicemail. Friends assumed she needed some time alone.
In 1974, the body of an unidentified woman was found on a Long Beach jetty, setting off a decades-long mystery that continues to baffle investigators. With no ID, no witnesses, and few leads, the case quickly went cold. Over time, new technology has reignited hope — from forensic facial reconstructions to advanced DNA genealogy. Still, the question remains: who was the woman on the jetty, and what happened to her that night?

Every woman my widowed father dated vanished overnight — so I asked my friend to go on one date with him.
My father LOST my mother twelve years ago.
For a long time, he refused to date anyone.
Then, almost overnight, everything CHANGED.
He joined dating apps.
Started meeting wonderful women.
But NONE of THEM ever stayed.
At first, I assumed they simply weren’t compatible.
Then I noticed something STRANGE.
Every relationship ended the exact same way.
The date would go perfectly.
They’d make plans to see each other again.
Then…
by the next morning…
the woman had disappeared.
No calls.
No texts.
No explanation.
My father was heartbroken every single time.
“I don’t understand,” he’d whisper.
“They all seemed so happy.”
After the sixth woman vanished, I couldn’t IGNORE it anymore.
Something wasn’t right.
So I asked my best friend, Rachel, for a FAVOR.
“Go on one date with him.”
She laughed.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m serious.”
Reluctantly, she AGREED.
The date went even better than I expected.
Rachel called me afterward.
“Your dad is WONDERFUL,” she said.
“I can’t believe nobody gave him a chance.”
The next morning…
she DISAPPEARED too.
No answer.
Straight to voicemail.
By evening, she finally texted me.
“Don’t contact me. Please.”
That wasn’t Rachel.
I drove straight to her apartment.
Her car was still there.
Her lights were on.
But nobody answered the door.
The next afternoon, she CALLED.
Her voice sounded shaky.
“I can’t explain over the phone.”
“When can we meet?” I asked.
“Tomorrow MORNING.”
I barely slept that night.
The next morning, I caught her just outside her office before she went inside.
“What happened?” I demanded.
“What did my father do?”
Then she SHOWED me her phone.