The Tale of the Denver Spider Man

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Amazing! There are, no doubt, hundreds of other creepy and interesting stories of Denver past. Gimme More!!

I remember my mother telling me this story and it scared me to death. I always was afraid that a man was hiding in our attic or basement. I also recall the horrific Duckworth murders. A teenager went over to his neighbor's to borrow some tools in order to fix his bdicycle. The mother knew the young man well, so she took him to the basement to get the tools. For no reason whatsoever, he killed the the 26-year-old wife and mother with a hammer and screwdriver. When her 5-year-old son went down to the basement to help his mother, he also was killed. The newspaper headlines were almost as frightening as the crime itself, referring to "bloody footprints" found at the scene. The 16-year-old neighbor confessed to the murders under routine questioning. I also remember the Denver Police Scandals of 1961, the kidnapping and murder of Adoph Coors III, the rise and fall of Magic Mountain in Golden, East Tin Cup, President Eisenhower using Lowry Airfare Base whenever he came to Denver (his wife was from here), and many other stories and events in our City's colorful history.

Thanks, Ralph, I'll have to look those stories up. I'm always interested in hearing more about the less-common murder stories around Denver and Colorado, especially those with an unusual aspect to it beyond just someone killed someone.

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This is bogus. This is my father, and he brought with him me to the states. thing is girl had a boyfriend who ended up being her husband; the guy got along with my dad then got alone with her and her boy and threatened them enough with a plan and they were going to get rich too. my father got beat to death by the family, they would have killed me too but the kid wanted me for himself so i got to live. the neighbor or somebody walking by saw the beating being done and got help. also my father lived but he forgot he had me and the husband went to my fathers bedroom at the hospital and convinced him he was a friend and had told my father to get home safe and it would be a short flight. even gave my father money the boys savings to do so. to this day i still cant tell you but my father is higher than a sir. and turns out im with the husband and the boy now. thing is i am from another country.

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