Skylar Is Missing | Chapter 1

Hi everyone, I'm investigative journalist and park enthusiast Delia D'Ambra.

And every week on my podcast, Park Predators, I take you into the heart of our world's most

stunning locations to uncover what sinister crimes have unfolded in these serene settings.

From unsolved murders to chilling disappearances, each Tuesday we dive deep into the details of

cases that will leave you knowing sometimes the most beautiful places hide the darkest secrets. Listen to Park Predators now, wherever you listen to podcasts.
Spring Fest and Ego Days are here at Lowe's. Right now, get a free select Ego 56-volt battery with purchase of a select trimmer, blower, or mower kit.
Plus, shop today for new and exclusive items you need for your lawn. So get ready for spring with the latest in innovation from Ego, the number one rated brand in cordless outdoor power.
Only at Lowe's. We help.
You save. Offer valid through Fort's Hoos.
Selection varies by location while supplies last. Walmart Plus.
It's Walmart Plus free delivery, which saves members time plus money.

Yep. Plus an included Paramount Plus subscription to stream movies, shows, sports, and that can't miss documentary.

Plus Burger King savings. That's right.
Members get 25% off Burger King digital orders every day of the week.

Walmart Plus. It's Walmart Plus.
Become a member at WalmartPlus.com.

$35 order minimum. Paramount Plus essential plan only.
Separate registration required.

Valid at participating USVKs in the BK app or BK.com for members only. 25% off one time per calendar day.
Terms apply. See Walmart Plus terms and conditions.
I see you looking, looking at me. Hey, what's up? It's Wanda Sykes.
I'm here to remind you about something super important, getting your breast screen. Because trust me, your breast health should be a priority.
Early detection for breast cancer can change the game, which is why you should visit yourattentionplease.com to learn more. And do me a favor.
If you've already had a breast cancer screening, remind your friends and family to visit yourattentionplease.com too. We got to look out for our girls.
This podcast is intended for mature audiences.

Listener discretion is advised. After midnight on July 6th, 2012, three teenage girls walked into the thick Appalachian woods somewhere along the Mason-Dixon County line.

Hours later, under the glow of a nearly full moon, only two walked out.

Driving down the narrow back road, the headlights of the car bore holes through the dark.

What's done was done.

The surrounding forest had muffled the sounds of the sudden, unthinkable violence.

Where there was laughing, then screaming, there is now silence.

Where there was struggle and carnage, there is now stillness.

But listen closely.

Six feet from where Skyler's body has been abandoned.

The faint babbling of a creek.

A cell phone, lost in the chaos, fell between the creek and Skyler, whose multicolored blouse and yellow shorts are thick with blood and mud.

For months, her body lay decomposing, hidden beneath a canopy of pine and oak trees, first absorbing humidity, then freezing over with ice. For months, she waited for someone to find her, but no one knew she was there.
No one could imagine what had actually happened. For months, rumors swirled, and still no one came.
Anybody who has any information, we're urging them to call if you've seen this young lady anywhere. By the way, there have been 172 sightings, and law enforcement told us just a couple of minutes ago that none of them have panned out thus far.
The 16 year old girl quietly slipped out of her room last July but never came

home. Investigators pulled the video from Skyler's apartment building and saw her jumping into a car

parked near her window. Oh, man, this is a mess.
Let me get this stuff out of here. I am so sorry.
My friend's car broke down and a true mess. Dave Neese has just finished unloading trucks and running the forklift at Menards, a home improvement store,

and is driving me from Morgantown, West Virginia, through Blacksville, to an obscure corner of the woods in Brave, Pennsylvania.

Dave is a sturdy, muscular, soft-hearted man with dark eyes and a thick head of hair.

He hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him, though he's grown more gray, and he has lost some weight. We've stayed in touch over the years, and now we're headed to Skyler's memorial site, the place where his 16-year-old daughter was murdered.
Oh, man, it's hot in there. I apologize.
I'm so happy you know your way around because... Yeah, it's kind of...
I'm going to take it the way that Sheila and Rachel started to go. When I first came to Morgantown, a college community nestled in the hills along the Monongahela River.
It was January 2014. The air was bitter cold.
The sky gray. Snow was falling.
Through the barren trees surrounding the town center, the coal trains labored along the tracks, sounding their mournful whistle.

A warning.

I was there reporting a story I'd pitched to Elle magazine.

Titled Trial by Twitter, the piece examines social media and its impact on teens and empathy.

And what that lack of empathy can lead to.

During the months I reported and wrote the piece, I met Justine. I was an editor at Elle.
Holly's story was one of the longest run by the magazine, and certainly one of the most well-read online. I tracked it topping Chartbeat for months, and it went on to win a prestigious Front Page Award.
Your story examined the early days of social media, and you saw the matrix. You knew that these digital artifacts of their young emotional lives would live on forever.
For years, we talked about this piece of three friends, of girls, of social media, of one night that no one could take back. The case was a global obsession, and much of what has been reported always felt off to us, a complex case involving three teens that deserved closer analysis beyond just a shocking headline.
Ten years later, nearly everyone we interviewed, from Schuyler's and friends to law enforcement, recall new factual and emotional details, giving us an inside look at what really happened. With hindsight, even the most dissected moments find new shape and take on new meaning.
The very last time Dave and Mary Nese saw their only child, Skyler, was in a grainy black and white video. In it, she's sneaking out of her ground floor bedroom window in the middle of the night, her purse over her shoulder, her brown hair swinging as she hurries across the small parking lot to a waiting car.
Watching Skyler climb into the backseat during those last few seconds of footage retrieved from the apartment building security camera, there's an urge to call out to her, don't go. But the door closes, the car pulls away, and she's gone.
It's August 2023. The temperature, 83 degrees.
The humidity, sky high. Dave and I are driving west down Route 7.
We're now entering Blacksville. And you can tell by the airplane.
That's been up there for years and years and years. Over 60 years, actually, the 43-foot Korean War fighter plane

marks the entrance into Blacksville,

a town born in 1829

and once famous for its rich native clay pottery.

In the 60s, Blacksville turned into a coal mining enclave,

the last mine closed in 2021,

draining the small population down to 118. It's one of a cluster of tiny townships that crisscrossed the line between West Virginia and Pennsylvania so fast, it's easy to lose track of which state you're in around here.
Right up here on the left-hand side is Shack Neighborhood House. We took Skylar there for two or three summers because it was sheep and it was swimming and she loved swimming.
And that's where she met the little sick psychopath, Sheila Eddy, right there. Now we're on Eddy's Run Road.
Note the name. There are a lot of Eddies out here.
The road is 2.3 miles long and curls through Wayne Township, Pennsylvania. There ain't no self-coverage out here.
I mean, turn on your cell phone. You're not going to get any service.
It was around this once wooded stretch that some of the bloodiest Civil War battles were fought. And it was here that

Schuyler's body was discovered. They don't know it, but they left Schuyler in her element.

I mean, she loved the wilderness, she loved the outdoors. So when you first go around this turn,

you say, oh, there it is. That's Schuyler's site.
And that's the big tree. That's where they found her at.

From Waveland, I'm Holly Millay.

And I'm Justine Harmon.

This is Three.

Episode One, Skylar is Missing. Aw, did you bring her flowers? She'll love you.
Oh, did I lock you in? I think I have to.

I got it. Did you get her? Okay.
From what I was understood, the cadaver dog, when it came out here to search for Skylar, they couldn't find her, couldn't find her, couldn't find her. Well, there was a bunch of brush right here, and the cadaver dog came over to this tree, look straight up at the tree and its necklace, GPS necklace, broke and fell off for no reason at all right on top of Skyler.
That's how they found Skyler. Skyler wanted to be found.
It's amazing. It's truly amazing.
The site where his only child's life ended has been turned into a memorial.

What started with a wooden bench inscribed in loving memory of Skylar A. Nice, 1996 to 2012,

has grown into a shrine filled with flowers,

angel statues,

metal butterflies,

and painted purple rocks.

Mementos left by the pilgrims that journey to this now sacred place. Leaning against the towering oak tree is a granite slab, a headstone of sorts, engraved with a drawing of Skylar's dog, Leloo, and a message for Skylar, we will love you forever and always.
Up and down the great tree trunk, visitors have mounted actual license plates from across the country. Ohio, Colorado, Oregon, South Carolina, Texas, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, along with angel wings, rosaries, wreaths, stars, and crosses.
In the middle of it all is Skylar's high school picture. She's smiling, dimpled, forever 16.
It's the same photo used in her missing persons flyer. Just below it, also attached to the tree, is a locked green mailbox with the initial S.
Dave hands me a key. It's a busy mail day for the kid.

She loves it. to the tree is a locked green mailbox with the initial S.
Dave hands me a key.

It's a busy mail day for the kid.

She loves mail.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Okay, now we know we have the wrong key.

Now you know.

There we go.

Okay.

You want to go ahead and read them?

I always read her mail.

Well, do you want to read it?

No, go ahead. Okay.

Hi, Skylar.

I'm sorry for what happened to you.

I hope that you are doing good.

You are so-

So-

Loved.

You can tell a young kid wrote that.

Yeah. Aw, Eve spelled Skylar wrong.
The stickers. Aw, that is so sweet.
You can take that to Mary. Yeah, I will.
Here we go. Another one.
Let's see. Skylar, I'm so sorry what happened to you.
They should be sorry. You're so pretty.
You're amazing from Ivory. Skyler.
Isn't that gorgeous? I mean, that's so many people she touched, huh? Yeah, they just like that. They're total strangers.
She loved to be outside, anything outside. She liked to pretend to play ball.
She wasn't very good at it, but she liked to go to the mall, of course. Every teenager does.
She loved to shop, and I hate to shop, so that didn't work so well. That's Skylar's mom and Dave's wife, Mary, who with her black hair and violet eyes, calls to mind Elizabeth Taylor.
We had to interview Mary over the phone, as she wasn't feeling well when we interviewed Dave in person. Clothes, of course.
She was a clothes freak. She loved bright colors and, you know, rainbow stuff she would mix and match.
And she did that for her wall decorations. She got, you know, wall art, green purple.
Oh my Lord, it's beautiful. Skylar was a total mid-aughts teen.
She loved Snoop Dogg and Tyga, Forever 21, the Twilight series, and her white fluffy Maltese, Leeloo. She was also an honors student at University High School, excelling in math and science, two subjects she couldn't stand.
Early in the summer before her junior year, she'd gotten a jump on the required reading. Susan Sontag's Regarding the Pain of Others and Saul Bellow's 1959 surrealist novel, Henderson the Rain King, in which the protagonist declares, if I don't get carried away, I never accomplish anything.
And, alone I can be pretty good, but let me go among people and there's the devil to pay. And every teenager's rally cry, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want.

Over the July 4th holiday, 2012, all Skylar wanted was to be hanging out with Sheila and Rachel. Sheila was her childhood best friend since the second grade when they bonded at the shack, an after-school community center.
Though they'd never gone to the same school,

that changed when Sheila's mom, Tara, and her new husband, Jim, moved the family from Blacksville to Morgantown. Suddenly, Skylar and Sheila were freshmen together at University High.
That's where they met Rachel Shoff, an unknown newbie who lived in an upscale development and had previously attended St. Francis Central Catholic School.
All three teens were their parents' only child, and all were attractive in distinct ways, straight out of a CW Network casting call. Rachel, a tall, bright, red-headed beauty with a deep religious bend that complemented her flair for drama.

She starred in school plays and musicals, always breaking up and making up with her musician boyfriend, Mackenzie Boggs. Her mom, Patricia, often bragged about a Broadway connection who could one day make her only daughter a star in New York City.
Sheila, spelled S-H-E-L-I-A,

was sometimes bottle blonde, sometimes raven haired, and had small lovely features, a heart-shaped chin, and a belly button ring. Charismatic and game for anything, Sheila could be fierce one moment and warm the next, keeping everyone on eggshells, vying for her approval.
Like Rachel, her parents divorced when she was young,

after her biological father suffered a traumatic car accident.

But unlike Rachel, whose mother Patricia was strict and demanding,

Sheila and her mom Tara were extremely close,

more like best friends than mother and daughter.

And then there was Skylar, brunette, cherubic,

with sparkly blue eyes and deep dimples. A daddy's girl.
The kind of kid who has a soft spot for animals and insects, anything with a heartbeat. For years, she wrote her hopes and fears and petty grievances in a diary.
That is, until she took to Twitter, which all of the girls used as a stream of consciousness that never turned off. On Wednesday, July 4th, Skylar tweeted, three of my best friends are going out of town this weekend, leaving me with no plans.
FML. And before going to sleep that night, stress will be the death of me.
The kids are still at practice and I have no idea what's for dinner. You can get a rotisserie chicken and two sides for just $15 in as fast as an hour with Walmart Express delivery.
Who said that? Who's in my house? Don't play with me because I'm not the one. It's just your friendly Walmart announcer.
This is a commercial. Oh, okay.
You were saying dinner for a family was just $15? Yep. It'll be at your door by the time you get the kids home from practice.
Order now. Welcome to your Walmart.
Subject to availability, restrictions, and fees apply. Now that was a helpful commercial.
Hey, what's up? It's Wanda Sykes. I'm here to remind you about something super important,

getting your breast screened.

Because trust me, your breast health should be a priority.

Early detection for breast cancer can change the game,

which is why you should visit

yourattentionplease.com to learn more.

And do me a favor.

If you've already had a breast cancer screening,

remind your friends and family

to visit yourattentionplease.com too. We gotta look out for our girls.
While they lived in different suburbs of Morgantown, Skylar, Rachel, and Sheila all lived together on their phones. They spent their waking lives posting, texting, tweeting, retweeting,

having whole consuming conversations in 140 characters.

And they were completely unfiltered,

as if they believed both no one and everyone could peer into their lives.

And it wasn't just an occasional text or tweet. It was hundreds every day.
As Skylar tweeted on April 4th, 2012, Skylar may have lived out her teen angst online, but beneath it was a deep empathy, an empathy that, much like Twitter, could overwhelm her. As a young girl, she was a champion of the underdog, of everyone, actually.
She didn't care what kind of family you had. You know, she was about you and how you were.
She didn't care if you were gay or if you weren't gay, you know. She just loved everybody.
That's Carol Michaud, Skylar's aunt and Mary's slightly younger sister. Carol's the youngest of 15.
15. We have 10 brothers and four sisters.
Oh my goodness. Can you name them all? If I do it on my fingers.
Okay, let's hear it. There's Delene, Delane, Bernada, Eugene, William, Anthony, Lyle, Michael, Kevin, Brenda, Robert, Calvin, Ray, Mary.

Aunt Carol was like a second mom to Skylar.

Even they look alike.

Talking with Carol, you can almost picture Skylar all grown up.

During a rough patch with Dave, Mary and Skylar moved in with Carol and her husband and their son, Kyle.

If my son wouldn't get in trouble, it was like she was the one getting in trouble.

She would cry with him and sit with him, you know, if he'd be in trouble.

And it was just like she was so caring of everybody.

And just, you know, she was so much fun as well.

She liked to pull pranks on me.

One of them, me and Mary worked together and I was decorating for a Christmas dinner. And I put this somewhere in a jar.
And I wanted to make the tissue paper look like little burnt around the edges. I didn't realize how fast tissue paper burnt.
And I lit that thing on fire and it went up in this big old thing of smoke. Wellary went home and told skyler about it so she started calling me sparky and for christmas she couldn't wait for me to open up this gift she got me and here she took a spark plug and made it into a christmas ornament for me for christmas i was like oh my goodness there she is as a baby a scholar as a baby.
And of course, everybody thinks her kid's beautiful, but mine really is. That's Dave again.
He's showing off Skylar's baby picture. She's perfectly angelic with a halo of curls.
We meet Dave at Jean's, the oldest bar in Morgantown, complete with a speakeasy in the basement.

Dogs are not only allowed, but given free hot dogs.

Some mornings you can find a group of wagging tails outside waiting for the place to open.

Lucy, the Irish bartender, is from Tipperary and makes a mean pepperoni roll. On the back wall is a big screen, where on game nights you can watch the West Virginia University Mountaineers play.
The town is so team crazy that when they win, fans set couches on fire. The tradition was such a hazard, couch burning became a felony in 2011.
Just having upholstered furniture outdoors could get you a $500 fine. Like everyone else in Morgantown, Dave is a football fanatic.
Skylar, not so much. I'm screaming for the Mountaineers and I'm getting so mad because they're not doing what they're supposed to do.
And she came down the steps and she looked at me and said, Dad, can I ask you a question? I I said, yeah. She said, how is your life going to change tomorrow if they win? And I said, well, they will.
It'll just be better. She said, no, tell me how your life's going to change.
How is that going to affect you, Dad? And I said, go back upstairs. I mean, she was that kind of girl.
She wanted answers. Why? I to know why and when you tell her why that wasn't good enough he tries to act like mr badass and he is just a big old teddy bear you know he'll lose his temper and bear his teeth and even skyler would tell him go sit down dad he didn scare her either.
There was one way to look at things, and that was Skyler's way. Any other way, you're wrong.
I'm sorry, you can be Einstein, but you're still wrong. In keeping with her age, Skyler's tweets were a little romantic, sometimes dramatic, and often spot on.
Justine, take it away.

Okay.

Mosquitoes are disgusting creatures from hell.

Everything about my parents driving pisses me off.

Rach's singing is breathtaking.

Wrapping presents for Sheila's family,

even though I never do for my own.

I like Obama. Shout out to my dad for getting me McDonald's.
OMG, Saved by the Bell is on. Every dude at Walmart right now smells like a god.
Skylar was less experienced than most teens her age. Never having had a boyfriend, she was in no rush to cross the Rubicon There's a reason why sober and so bored sound almost exactly the same.
Love having the upper hand.

Megan Fox is the definition of perfection.

Let's be honest.

This generation is fucked.

Imagine what it'll be like when our kids have kids.

If you talk about how you're madly in love with Justin Bieber,

I probably want to stab you.

You fuel my determination to not have feelings.

Rachel, always the actress, was all feelings. Her digital self-portrait sounds like this.
Sometimes I wish I didn't fall in love. I want to go to Hogwarts more than anything.
A day with me and Sheila is never a dull day. LOL.
Don't make a permanent decision for a temporary emotion.

Giving up crying for Lent.

Tangled is such a good movie, then he cuts her hair off, and I'm like, ew, WTF, no.

Snow makes everything more quiet.

I have the most realistic nightmares.

I can't remember what's a dream and what's reality anymore. but give you everything.
You can watch all your favorite true crime shows for free on Pluto TV.

Follow along as mysteries are unlocked

and secrets are revealed on 48 Hours,

Dateline, 24-7, and Forensic Files.

Still feel like there are things left unsolved?

Check out their crime dramas like Tracker and CSI.

Pluto TV is available on all your favorite devices

so you can stay on top of every case from anywhere. Pluto TV.
available on all your favorite devices, so you can stay on top of

every case from anywhere. Pluto TV.
Stream now. Pay never.
First, your breast health. In fact, if you're 40 and over, you should be getting screened once a year.

And if you're under 40, it's never too soon to visit yourattentionplease.com to learn about your breast cancer risk. So go on, pay the girls some attention and take the time to find out your breast cancer risk at yourattentionplease.com.
Trust me, your future self will thank you. It's no accident that shows like Sex and the City and Girls revolve around four friends instead of three.
Three's a crowd, especially if you are a teenage girl, and four or five or more, against all mathematical reason, isn't. Any girl who's been caught in a social triangle knows this.
She knows too the undercurrent of anxiety felt by all, recognizing that the degrees of love and the balance of power are always shifting. Thinking you are being left off a text thread, being ghosted, being casually excluded from a sleepover.
When it was just Skylar and Sheila, the two were in sync. Never even knocked on the door when Skylar was home.
She'd just come over and open the door and come in. And we didn't care if she was that close to Skylar, that close to us.
So close, Skylar often went with Sheila and her mom to Myrtle Beach, a nine-hour drive from Morgantown. Former Dominion Post crime reporter Alex Lang, now an editor at DailyMail.com, covered the area and the case at length.
Everybody needs a place they can go on vacation for $1,000 with a family. That's what Myrtle Beach is.
It caters to the working families in Pennsylvania, Ohio, West Virginia, who don't have a ton of money but want to take the family on vacation. It's just built that reputation, and everybody goes there, and they love it because you can do those things, and you don't break the bank.
Every summer they went on vacation. We'd give Skylar a couple hundred bucks, whatever she needed, and she would go down with Sheila.
I guess for the longest time, they had a good time, you know. When Rachel entered the picture, she made three.
Sheila, the natural alpha, took her place at the top of the pyramid. She wouldn't have it any other way, but what made it so easy for her to assume the position was the simple fact that she was the only one among the girls with her own car.
She had the power, the control. She held the keys to a great escape away from boredom, parents, and boundaries.
She would, you know, make the decisions of what they were doing or where they were going. And she was more of a ringleader and the head of the group.
Just, you know, I think she was more jealous of Skylar. If Rachel and Skylar were together, you didn't see that kind of, you know, one being over the other.
Aunt Carol's son Kyle, Skylar's cousin, attended U High with the girls. A senior to the sophomores, he didn't like what he was seeing.
He come home and he told me, he said, you need to tell Aunt Mary not to let her run around with those two. And I said, oh, I can't do that.
And he said, they're bad news, mom. You know, they're not good for her.
Yeah, she started being a little bit more secretive and not as outgoing as she was before. So, you know, that and, you know, we'd ask her, you know, is something wrong? And she'd be like, no, nothing's wrong.
And I know one time I was over at her house and she had bruises across her legs. And I said, Skylar, what's your bruises from? Tom Bloom, their tanned and white-toothed high school counselor and current Monongalia County Commission president, witnessed the trio's dynamic.
Whenever I see a problem really developing, it's usually an odd number, three or five or seven. And I try and warn parents, have two or four, because everyone can work together, you can find that other partner.
What usually happens, and growing up, you know, with everything going on right now, two gang up against one. And that's what seemed to happen.
What happened was, Sheila wasn't known at the school, but she was very pretty. And Rachel was outgoing, so Sheila wanted to be friends with Rachel.
And, you know, then Skylar came too, so you had a threesome. Until it became apparent that Rachel wanted to get into even a higher group of partying individuals.
Sheila was that group. Sheila knew those people.
And Skylar tagged along. So what happens in high school, everyone plays the role.
Skylar always reminded me of the girl next door. The one that you make fun of and stuff like that, but if anyone ever touched her or do anything to her, you were the first one there.
And she was always like the kid sister. And I really truly believe that somewhere along the line, Skylar started to speak out for herself and started to disrupt that threesome.
When they fought, everyone knew they fought. And then you have the whole thing with Facebook and Twitter and stuff.
That's a whole separate. But at the time, it was, they, it really bothered Skyler, probably more than the other two realized.
And she started writing in a journal. At home, in her purple and green bedroom, Skyler poured her hurt feelings onto the page in girlish print.
She wrote in pencil and dotted her eyes with circles. When investigators were looking for clues, the dusty gray diary with the embossed heart on the cover provided an alternate window into the weeks leading up to Skyler's disappearance, including that final trip to Myrtle Beach with Sheila.
Here's Skyler's dad, Dave, again. And then the last trip, there was friction, and I don't know.
It talked about it briefly in her diary, but it didn't go into depth. I think the fight was about Sheila telling her, you never saw what you saw.
Whatever happened at Myrtle Beach, Skylar was pissed. On June 9th, two days after she got home, she retweeted this.
Won't miss anyone from school over summer, because if we're really friends, we'll hang out. If we aren't, we won't.
But by July 4th, her insecurity was apparent. Sick of being at fucking home.
Thanks, friends. Love hanging out with you all, too.
Two days later, on July 6th, after working the evening shift at Wendy's, Skylar came home to her parents watching television. Mary sitting in a recliner and Dave lying on the couch.
Skylar kissed them both and told them she loved them and that she was tired and going to bed. When she kissed Dave goodnight, she was wearing her necklace with a gold maple leaf charm.
The last night she ever hugged me, that necklace fell out, hit me in the chin. I said, watch that necklace, you're going to give me a chin bleed.
The next morning, Dave went to work while Skyler slept in, or so they thought. I came home from work to give her the car.
She didn't really have a license, but she had a permit, and she drove my car, but she was really safe and a good kid. I knocked on the door.
I said,

Sky, let's go. Come on.
I got to get back to work. No answer.
I tried the door, and it was locked.

So I grabbed the coat hanger and popped it through a little hole and popped the lock open.

Her bed hadn't been slept in. I said, and panic

hits immediately.

And I looked at the window

and it was about this far open and I said,

oh, shit.

I looked outside the window

and there was nothing

but over that little retaining wall

there was a black, her black bench

that she used for her makeup.

And I said, what

the hell is going on?

Thank you. there was a black her black bench that she used for her makeup and i said what the hell is going on first thing i do is call mary and i said mary scott right here we where's she at and i was praying she'd say oh what she called me i just thought because it was summer and i just thought she had went somewhere with the girls and didn't tell us.
You know, she had a history of sneaking out, and either she forgot to ask, or she just decided she was doing it. I just thought they'd went shopping or something.
And that's what I told Dave. I said, well, call Sheila.
So I did. I called Sheila.
I said, when's the last time you talked to Skylar? Oh, I don't know, last night. It was just the last time I talked to her.
It was just so reversed almost. I said, so you haven't seen her? Nope.
Haven't talked to her. So now I sent her a couple of texts, but she didn't answer.
Then when Sheila didn't know, I had him call, you know, some of the other girls that she used to hang with. I even told him at the time.
I said, well, she has to be at work at four o'clock. I said, maybe she's just going to go straight to work.
I said, if she don't show up at work, then we'll worry. Well, then by the time I got home, it was four o'clock and her work had called us.
Something's wrong. Call 911.
All anyone knew was what Sheila and Rachel would later tell Mary and Dave, and then the police, that Skylar snuck out to meet them at around 11 p.m. to go for a ride and smoke some weed before Rachel went off to church camp.
Before midnight, the girl said, Skylar insisted they drop her off at the end of her street so she wouldn't wake Dave and Mary. As for the car that picked her up in the grainy videotape, whoever she snuck back out to meet around 12.31 a.m.? Well, for months, that would be anybody's guess.
Adding to the speculation were Skylar's last two tweets, posted before she left for work at Wendy's on the night of July 5th. You doing shit like that is why I will never completely trust you.
And then a retweet. All I do is hope.

Sheila, who had the lion's share of their tweets, over 4,000, was quiet all of July 4th and July 5th. On July 6th, at 6.09 a.m., she logged back online to fire off one cryptic message.
Always keep your cool. Coming up on 3.

I just kept hearing things from my neighbor and she would be like,

why isn't your daughter's friend cooperating?

And I started thinking, yeah, why isn't, what's going on?

I'm telling you, that's serial killer stuff right there.

And it's scary as hell, it really is.

Is somebody that young to be that evil?

Are you born with it or do you grow into it?

That's not a typical reaction of someone that's just been picked up for murder.

It wasn't, oh, you know, what's happening to me next?

It was, okay, am I going to miss my hair appointment?

We were terrified and we were screaming and crying and vomiting and losing our minds over this whole situation, freaking out as soon as it happened. Oh my God, you know what? I need to tell you a secret.
I just forgot. You have a secret from me? Well, I mean, I've never told anyone.
Not even Spallum? No.

Three is an original production of Waveland.

The series is created and written by Holly Millay and me, Justine Harmon.

The executive producer is Jason Hoke, who produced and edited the series.

Associate producers are Lydia Horn and Leo Culp.

Fact-checking by Lydia Horn. Sound engineering by Shane Freeman.
Music by Robert Ellis. Studio recording at CDM Studios in New York and Wildwood's Picture and Sound in Los Angeles.
Special thanks to Dave and Mary Neese and the city of Morgantown, West Virginia. If you love this series, leave a review and please tell your friends.
Follow

Waveland on Instagram at Waveland Media for more on this series and upcoming new shows.

Thanks for listening. With High Five Casino, the top social casino where the action and real prizes never stop.

Fun spins and big wins are right at your fingertips.

With over a thousand games, including High Five Casino exclusives,

High Five Casino is always free to play with free coins given out every four hours.

Sign up today for a free welcome offer that can get you spinning and winning right away.

Visit HighFiveCasino.com.

High Five Casino.

No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited by law.
Must be 21 years or older. Terms and conditions apply.
I see you looking, looking at me. Hey, what's up? It's Wanda Sykes.
I'm here to remind you about something super important. Getting your breast screen.
Because trust me, your breast health should be a priority. Early detection for breast cancer can change the game.
Which is why you should visit yourattentionplease.com to learn more. And do me a favor, if you've already had

a breast cancer screening, remind your friends and family to visit yourattentionplease.com too.

We gotta look out for our girls.