Transcript for Boy Dies in Same Hotel Room As Couple Who Died Weeks Before
Yeah, a little. Don't be. 3,000 feet up in the brisk blue ridge mountain air, the busy little town of Boone, north Carolina, as in Daniel Boone. He kamd here and 200 years later the tourists are still coming. It's a college town, one of those things that's like a small community. Everyone knows everyone. Where everyone is welcome at the best western hotel, cable TV, buffet breakfast and heated indoor pool and something they may not tell you at the front desk, a dark secret in room 225. The guests were dying. Tell me about the day that you decided to drive up to Boone. We were going to pick up our daughter from science camp. Jeannie Williams decided at the last minute to turn a day trip from the family farm in South Carolina to an overnight adventure for her home schooled 11-year-old son Jeffrey. They check into the best western in Boone on June 7th, 2013. They were upgraded to room 225. Was there anything unusual about the room? No. There was nothing. But something comes over Jeannie. I started feeling bad, and just kind of a stomach ache kind of feeling. I thought maybe something I had eaten. In the bathroom it gets worse, 911 worse, but her phone is in the other room. I'm thinking, I just got to get to my own, and then that's the last thing I remember. And I fell, I guess. A clerk checks on room 225 and finds Jeannie and Jeffrey. They never left the room. Ma'am, I've got two bodies and I need some help up here now. Are they breathing? Are they awake? No, no, they're not. Please hurry. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital room. I couldn't talk. I guess that was from being in a coma. They handed me a note pad and a pencil or pen because I wanted to know where Jeffrey was. Jeannie scribbled a B for bit, her husband's pet name for her son. And that's when he told me that Jeffrey was with Jesus. And then he just kept telling me, be strong, I need you. I need you. How did Jeffrey die? The first clue was in that 911 call from the best western. This just happened to us last month. Please come help us. Hear that? Just happened to us last month. Then she says it again. You don't understand. We just went through this. For emt Mike first on the scene to rescue Jeannie Williams, the call to the best western and room 225 was eerily familiar. That sounds familiar. Turns out, he had been on another call to that same room seven weeks earlier. I looked at my partner and said if I'm not mistaken that is the same room we had that last call. What's your reaction? We walk in and find two more bodies, same room. You realize room 225 is a death trap. Yes. Same hotel and same room. Yes. Then you start thinking something is going on. The first sign something was going on came six weeks before when a retired couple from Washington state spent the night in room 225. When they didn't show up for breakfast, someone had gone to check on them, too. When she opened the door, she found Shirley lying in the front entrance way near the bathroom and Daryl was lying in the hot tub. They were both dead. Hello. Hello. Tell me what's going on there. I just got in the room. There's two people, neither one of them are breathing. Neither are breathing? No, ma'am. Damon mallatere's company manages the hotel. He said he heard it was something much more mundane. The subsequent conversations I had from the police department indicated to me that the medical examiner was telling them he was pretty sure it was death by heart attack or natural causes. The medical examiner had not in fact determined that Daryl and Shirley Jenkins died of fatal simultaneous heart attacks. He hadn't determined any cause of death. He had mailed off blood samples. Hard to imagine anything more urgent than filing the killer of that couple. For some reason, the doctor did not ask the lab to put a rush on those samples. They sit there for 40 days until the first test is done. Eventually like the morning fog that settles on this mountain town, the mystery just drifted away, unsolved. It was as if the entire town of Boone shrunk. There was no sense of urgency to figure out what happened. There was a mystery that lingered, but I don't think it was in the forefront of people's mind. Six weeks after the Jenkins died, the hotel re-opened room 225. A week after that Jeannie Williams and her son Jeffrey checked in. The killer in room 225 was back. Get out of the room. Everybody get out of the room. Get out of the room.
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