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and let's just get into the story because it’s an interesting one. So today were going to be talking about a very strange story about Cindy James. Have you heard of it? Forgot to mention that there is a light mention
of animal cruelty, animal abuse. Just a little heads up. And also, people are dying so, there’s that. So let’s get into it. Cindy James. Have you heard of this story? Oh it’s a weird one baby. Cindy was the oldest of six kids. The family lived in Richmond, Canada, it's a suburb of Vancouver. You tell me. (laughs) Never been there. Can’t confirm or deny, but that’s what I was told. Not much information was said
about her upbringing, but at the age of 19, Cindy did end up
getting married to a doctor, his name was Dr. Roy Makepeace. Makepeace, yeah. And Mr. Makepeace, he was 18 years older
than her, so there was like quite an age gap. So Cindy worked as a nurse. Mhm. And she actually really enjoyed
working with kids, especially kids who had
maybe a troubled upbringing, emotionally were struggling
or had emotional problems. She just enjoyed working with kids. In 1982, Cindy and
her husband, Dr. Makepeace, they decided it would be best
to end their marriage. It was said that Cindy was really happy
just to get out of the marriage and end things, and just
move on with her life. Start new, start fresh. Move on. New chapter. Yay! You know? No idea how Mr. Makepeace
thought about it, but unfortunately for Cindy, things just
would go downhill from here. So Cindy moves out and
she’s living on her own and she’s just ready to
start this new chapter. So as time's going on,
she’s just getting settled, kind of adjusting to her
new life on her own and as time was going on,
she starts just getting some-- I don’t know. Some weird phone calls. Her phone would ring,
she'd pick it up. "Hello?", as one does you know. "Hello?". And someone on the other line would just
start harassing her, threatening to kill her, or would like wishing harm on her
or saying that they were going to harm her. But she didn’t know who it was. They would hang up, it would only be
a couple seconds long. Hang up, click. Okay. And then Cindy would go out
and get her mail, from the mailbox, and she would start seeing these
just really strange arts and craft type letter, that someone-- You know? Someone is cutting out the letters
and gluing them on a piece of paper and saying like "I SEE YOU" on the letter. On the letter would be like a photo
of a woman with hands around her neck, or a photo of like a hand holding a knife. So she was getting these collages,
little crafty collages that someone was putting
together in her mailbox. So for good reason,
this is kinda freaking her out. So at first, I guess, from my understanding,
she didn’t really say anything and then eventually, 'cause the letters
just kept coming, the phone calls wouldn’t stop, she finally goes to her parents’ house and she tells them what’s been going on, that somebody’s been harassing her, leaving these weird phone calls, that someone’s been leaving
these paper collages. Cindy’s parents would suggest that
she go to the police. So Cindy does go to the police
and she files a report, but there’s really not much they can do
unless they physically-- Like, you know how that goes. You could file a report, but... Heh, eh. Good luck! Bye! Cindy goes back home, and she says that the letters and the phone calls
were just continuing, but they were getting more
graphic and more disturbing. So Cindy was said to be beautiful,
that she just loved life, she was a very vibrant lady,
you just wanted to be around her, she was just lovely to be around. Friends and family started to notice that she was kind of like-- I don’t know. Losing that light a little bit. She appeared physically to be just
more tired, frazzled, a little frayed. When Cindy would go to work,
she just kinda wasn’t fully there, she seemed to just be-- I don’t know. Like she was just
going through something. And then, as time was again,
as time was continuing, the threats were just escalating. Heads up; cats. I’m gonna mention, Cindy found
three dead cats hanging in her garden. Yeah. What kinda fucked up. One night, Cindy had gotten home from work, and it was said that she found three dead
cats hanging, HANGING from her porch. Sicko. So also that same night
she finds the three cats, she also see that like her porch lights
had been smashed, and she tried to call the police, but that’s
when she discovers that like, her phone lines had been cut. I would just burn the house down
and move on, you know? So Cindy does like keep all the letters
and stuff she’s getting. I couldn’t figure out if she called the
police this night, when this went down, I would think she did, but I also didn’t-- I couldn’t find if she did or not. But we move forward. So first the letters would be
sitting in her mailbox, some of them seemed to be
mailed to the house, and then soon it was like
they didn’t have a stamp, and then she was just finding
the letter itself in her mailbox, and then the notes started
appearing on her doorstep instead of being in her
mailbox or being mailed. So whoever it was, was coming out
to her front door. Terrifying. Cindy’s friend, her name
was Agnes. I love that. Agnes, that’s a great-- I love that. Agnes, she shows up one night to visit. So Agnes goes up to the front door
and she’s knocking, no answer. She knows that Cindy is there,
'cause her cars there. Where else would she be? If she’s not at work,
she’s usually at home. So she’s like okay,
she’s gotta be here somewhere. She’s not answering. Now, Agnes knew that Cindy loved to take just really long baths in the evening
to relax and destress. So Agnes thought like
"Oh she must just in the bath". I don’t know. "Let me go look". This might be a first in
Murder, Mystery & Makeup history. We’re making history right now. That concealer I used didn’t work very well
as an eyeshadow primer, it got all like messed up, and I think I’m
just gonna wipe it off. I’ve been sitting here forever,
trying to save it, it’s not working out,
I have to let it go. Say goodbye. Oh I’m hesitant. Oh it's gone. Oh no. Hey man, sometimes it just
doesn’t work out. You know what I’m saying? So, we carry on. We carry on. I’m gonna go in a
completely different direction. Agnes walks like in front of Cindy’s house,
like around the back, to see if maybe Cindy is in like
the backyard, doing something. I don’t know, but she walks back there. When she gets to the back yard,
that’s when she sees Cindy crouched down, like she’s trying to hide from someone. Agnes said at first it like kinda spooked
her, 'cause she didn’t recognize-- She didn’t know who it was, she just saw
someone like crouching down, but then she realized "Oh my god that’s
Cindy. Like what’s going on?". So she kinda calls out to Cindy,
like "Hey, Cindy?". That’s when Agnes sees that there was a
black nylon stocking that was tied around Cindy’s neck. She’s like "What the--". Cindy is kind of struggling, and Agnes helps
her get the nylon stocking off her neck, and for good reason,
Cindy’s very shaken up, and Cindy was just trying her best to tell
Agnes what happened. (breathes deeply) Take a deep breather Bailey. Look. The end of my piercing just popped off. Can’t find it. Can something just go smoothly today? Why? Dude some days, a mess. Okay. You win universe, you win. So, Cindy tells Agnes that
she was in the house, and she went to her garage
to go look for-- I don’t know. For something in the garage. And while she’s in the garage, she’s kinda just like looking through
different boxes and whatnot, and she said that someone just came up
from behind her and grabbed her. They then wrapped the stocking around her
neck and started strangling her. Agnes is like "Well did you get a good look
at them? Like what they look like?" "Do you know who it was?". Cindy said that she didn’t get a good look
at the attacker, 'cause they came up from behind and they started strangling her, whatever. But she said that she did get
a good look at her attackers shoes. Hm. She said the attacker was wearing
white sneakers, and that’s all she got. So white sneakers, I mean. That’s not telling us much, you know? Cindy then said that while she was being strangled,
that they heard like a knock at the door, which they knew was Agnes, she must’ve been
at the front door knocking, and Cindy believed that it must’ve scared
whoever the attacker was, and then they just ran off. That’s when Cindy said that she ran
to her back yard and hid, and that’s why when Agnes came into the
back yard, she found her there. And that was really
all the information Cindy had. Agnes is, for good reason,
worried for her friend. Cindy still stays at the home. I know a lot of people are gonna be like
"Well why did she stay?", I don’t know why she stayed, but she did,
and we can’t judge okay, like maybe she didn’t have
anywhere else to go, I’m not sure, but she still stayed at the home. So, okay. Well once again, like clockwork it seems,
Cindy was receiving notes, but this time the notes were becoming just
more dark and more threatening. There was one note that
was left on her windshield that showed a corpse being
pushed into a morgue. Like thanks. Gonna frame it. So I guess whoever was
doing this was now just-- (slight laugh) Doing really random things like having
raw meat being delivered to her home. Like okay? I think it was supposed to scare her,
but I would just be like thanks? So raw meat showing up to her house. One night Cindy came home from work,
once again animals. And found her dog, she had a dog,
and her dog was like shaking in fear, sitting in her own feces with a cord tied
tight around her neck, the dogs neck. Luckily her dog was still alive. Cindy said that there would be weeks where
she would be receiving threats daily, like every single day, and sometimes
a couple times a day, and then out of nowhere, it would just stop
for long periods of time, which would leave Cindy to think that "Oh maybe it’s over now. Finally", but then it would just start back up again. During this time, Cindy had a personal journal, where she would like, write down how this
was effecting her mentally and how tired she was. After the fact, investigators
saw a steady decline in Cindy’s mental health in her journal. Like she started off positive, and then you just kinda watched her
go down with every journal entry. And it just seemed like Cindy
was going down a dark, dark hole. I mean I feel like any of us would at this
point, like someone’s harassing you, it's kinda hard to stay positive. When Cindy first went to the police, you see,
they really didn’t seem to believe her stories, yes, and they openly let her know this. They thought Cindy was writing
these letters to herself, or that she was getting like
prank calls from kids or something, or just like making it all up, and they truly
believed that nobody was harassing her. So they really didn’t give her much help
or offer her much help with her situation. At that point, Cindy said that-- Or she wrote down in her journal that;
she knew she gonna have to try and fight this, or fight this person herself,
she wasn’t gonna get help. So once Cindy knew that
she wasn’t gonna get any help from police, she knew she had to take
into her own hands to get this handled, that’s when she decided she needed to move. Step one: she needs to get the
hell out of that house, right? So Cindy finds a place, a new place to live,
a new home, and baby girl Lisa, she gets that home, she moves, doesn’t tell
anybody except for like her parents and stuff. Cindy also thought it would be
best if changed her last name, so whoever was doing this hopefully
wouldn’t be able to find her. Right? New last name, great idea Cindy. Also Cindy thought it would be a great idea
to hire a private investigator, his name was Ozzie Kaban. So she hires a private investigator,
tells him everything that’s been going on, hopes that he just does his job, right? And gets her some answers that the police
aren’t gonna do for her. He got started on her case,
and had a feeling that Cindy wasn’t telling him the whole truth, that she was holding something back. He just felt like... (tongue click) There’s some missing pieces. So when Ozzie, the private investigator,
talked to Cindy’s parents, they agreed, they felt like she was
holding something back. Like she wasn’t telling the whole truth. BUT they thought that
Cindy might have an idea of who was doing this to her, and that perhaps
she was too afraid to say anything. So the P.I, Ozzie, he was
determined to figure out who was doing this, right? I mean it’s his job. So, okay. He thought it’d be best to install lights
on the outside of Cindy’s house, that way, at nighttime, you know, they could
see like who’s coming up to the front door. No peek-a-boo's happening. No surprises. (sigh) It was just supposed to be a little flick. I think God just doesn’t want me to have
good makeup today, and that’s okay, Gods plan,
gotta trust it. Okay. So they installed lights
outside of Cindy’s house, so she could see who was
coming up like to her home, up the driveway and all that stuff and Ozzie gave her a
two-way radio with a panic button, so she could easily reach him
if her telephone line was cut again. So late one evening, Ozzie hears some like
noises coming from the two-way radio that he left with Cindy. Some crackling. (stutters) Some weird shuffling going around. So he hears this, and he’s just kinda listening,
getting worried, and he’s like "Oh crap what do I do?", well he’s a P.I so he knows what to do. So he’s listening to this, and he’s kind
of like "Oh no" like "I can’t just call the radio and be
like, “HELLO IS ANYONE THERE?”", "and then spook whoever
maybe was on the other end". Ozzie rushes over to Cindy’s house. When he got there, he found Cindy
all the way down the hallway. She’s like laying on the floor, he goes to her side and he sees that
she has a knife through her hand, and attached in between the knife
and her hand was a note that said "You are a dead bitch". Cindy wasn’t moving and Ozzie thought like, "Damn she’s probably dead",
so he’s trying to find a pulse. Finds a faint pulse and calls 911, and she ends up being hospitalized,
but luckily, she’s still alive. So while in the hospital, the P.I's there
waiting for Cindy to wake up, and when she wakes up, he’s asking her "What happened? Do you remember anything?", and Cindy said that the only thing she could
remember was a needle being put into her arm, like when she was asleep. So she didn’t really see much of anything. She couldn’t really see,
it's nighttime remember. It's nighttime, you’re sleeping, boom. You wake up-- She wakes up, and she just faintly remembers
a needle being put into her arm. So the P.I's asking her like
"Well did you see anything?", and she’s just saying no,
she doesn’t remember anything. Now here’s the thing that sucks,
and the P.I was so upset with this, but the police didn’t take any fingerprints
at her home, or on the knife. Or even on the damn note,
there was a handwritten note that was in between her hand
and the knife, remember? It had writing on it and
they didn’t take fingerprints? They sure didn’t. Awesome, great job. So when police come back
and question Cindy a little bit more, trying to get some answers, they have a moment of honesty with her,
and they say, the police, they say that they’re growing quite tired
of Cindy’s whole saga and they were just really over it. She needed to come clean, tell the truth that
she’s the one that’s up to this, 'cause they didn’t believe her. But Ozzie, the private investigator, he was adamant that nobody
could have done that to themselves. He believed that Cindy would not
have been able to inject the needle, or stab herself at the angles
that both entered her body. He strongly believed that
someone had attacked his client. Cindy wanted to try and remember anything
from the attack that night, and also just the previous attacks. Felt like maybe it was buried in her brain
somewhere and she couldn’t access it, so her and the P.I decided it would be best
to just try and go see like, you know, someone who does hypnosis sessions,
and see if maybe that could bring some memories to the surface, you know? So she tried several hypnosis sessions. The police also gave her a polygraph test. They say that they wanted to help her, but
really, they wanted to see if she want lying. You know? So the police give Cindy a polygraph test. Cindy takes a polygraph test, now actually it come back truthful,
that she’s not lying, BUT, police considered her to be too “traumatized”
to be able to give useful information. Police would set up a 24-hour surveillance
watching Cindy’s home, and tapping her phone line in hopes to track
whoever was doing this. You know, they’re like
"Okay yeah, we'll do it", but of course, while police are there
waiting at her home-- Outside of her home, I’m sorry. No calls would come in,
no notes would be left at her house, nothing. So police were using this as “proof”
that Cindy was faking it. Cindy’s parents thought that
whoever was indeed doing this, was probably really smart, and knew to
stay away at certain times, like when the police are there, but they thought that
whoever was doing this, was trying to make Cindy
look like she was the one to blame, like she was crazy or something. So they thought whoever doing this was... Was smart. Real smart Once the police were gone
and some time had passed, the threatening phone calls picked back up, but could never be traced because
they were only a couple seconds long. The next attack was horrible
and left poor Cindy hospitalized. Cindy was found near a ditch,
six miles from her home. She was wearing a man’s work boot,
just one, and a glove, she was also suffering from hypothermia, she had cuts and bruises all over her body, and also had a black nylon
stocking around her neck. She had no memory of
what happened that night. When Cindy was released to go home,
she asked her friend Agnes, remember Agnes? And her husband Tom to stay the night
with her at the house, 'cause she doesn’t wanna be
there alone, great idea. So everyone goes to bed that night,
and it was said that in the middle of the night they were woken
up by noises coming from the basement. It was a weird like crackling noise, so Tom,
he went down there to go look, and he sees that there’s flames
coming from the basement. Tom yells for someone to call 911, but that’s when they realized
that the phone lines, once again, had been cut, the line was dead. Sounds like a horror film. Ho-r-r-or, not whore. Ho-r-r-or film. Oh, but it's real life, so it’s not Bailey. Sorry. Tom ran outside to go ask
a neighbor to call 911, and when he ran out there, he said that he saw a man just
staring at the front of the house. Now because it was dark,
he couldn’t see who it was, but he yells to the man to call 911, and he said that this man,
this mystery man, went running away down the street
without saying a word. Luckily, Tom made it to the neighbor’s house, the neighbor called 911,
and the fire department came out. The police determined that the fire
had started from within the house, because they saw no
fingerprints on the window that they thought the perpetrator would have
used to gain entry into the house. They looked literally at a couple of windows,
saw no fingerprints and was like "Meh." "Probably one of you guys". Yeah, some great police work here you guys, some great police work. Since they found no fingerprints,
they determined that Cindy had staged the incident. (laughs) (hissing inhale) This one's great, get ready. Investigators also pointed to the fact that
they saw Cindy walk her dog alone at night, therefore... She must not be scared of an attacker
if she’s walking her dog alone at night. That’s what the investigators said. (laughs) Can you believe this? This is a true story, which is awful. Cindy’s parents were worrying
about her mental state. She was terrified and going downhill quick. They believed that she was becoming suicidal, and Cindy’s doctor committed her
to a local psychiatric ward, where she would be for 10 weeks. When Cindy was released, that’s when
she confessed to her family that she was indeed holding information back
about who her attacker may be. Cindy told them that the attacker had threatened
to kill her whole family, and friends, if she told them who it was. To you and I right now, it’s like, girl, just say it anyways like, take that risk. I think when you’re in it,
it’s probably a lot different, she obviously was scared. (laughs) Do you get what I’m saying? I just feel like the sentence doesn’t like translate the emotion
that she was probably feeling, of that heavy fear. She probably believed them, yeah. Anyways, so she didn’t want to say anything, because she didn’t want her
family and friends to get killed. After she got out of the psychiatric ward,
that’s when she decided she had to be truthful. Cindy was falling into a deeper depression because she felt that
her credibility was destroyed, and that no one believed anything she was
saying, anything coming out of her mouth, she just felt like no one was believing her. It’s like well yeah, no wonder she was going downhill. Have you ever like been in a situation
where no one believes you? Oh my god. It’s just like-- (stutters) I couldn’t imagine to this extent. So yeah, she’s not doing too well. Cindy wrote in her journal that
she did want to kill herself because her life was a living hell. So finally, Cindy goes to police, and she’s like "Okay, I’m ready to
tell you guys who I think it is". Drumroll. Do we even need a drumroll? She believed her ex-husband, Roy Makepeace,
was the one doing this to her. I could’ve guessed that one, you know? But get this. I can’t say Roy for some reason. Mr. Makepeace, he worked as a psychiatrist. Psychiatrist huh? Interesting. Now some people say
that doesn’t matter, so meh... Any who, so police went out
to question Mr. Makepeace. (laughs) And of course, he denied all the allegations, and then he instead was like "Hey, you know what? I actually have some
evidence on my answering machine". So Mr. Makepeace gave police his answering
machine, or the tape I believe, and said that there was a recording of, who he suggested was his ex-wife,
Cindy, leaving him death threats. Her ex-husband said he believed that Cindy
was suffering from a split personality, this is what he’s telling police. But while Cindy was staying
at the psychiatric hospital, the medical staff and
the doctors who treated her, they never diagnosed her with this disorder. It doesn’t necessarily mean that she didn’t
have it, but it’s just something to be noted, you know? She was there for 10 weeks though, so. But he just tells investigators this, like "Yeah. I’m a doctor". So one day, Cindy, she had gone to
the local shopping center to deposit her work paycheck, and also just
to pick up a few things at the grocery store, sadly though, she would never make it home. Cindy’s car would be found
in the shopping center parking lot, on May 25th, 1989, after she was
reported missing. When investigators went over to her call,
they found blood on the driver’s side door, and items from her wallet were just like scattered around the inside
of her car on the seats and stuff. So they open up her trunk,
and they find inside her trunk; the groceries that Cindy had purchased, along with a gift that was wrapped
she had gotten for someone. For two weeks her family was worried,
wondering what had happened to her. No answers, just nothing,
just her car with the blood and-- Augh. So two weeks go by, and they’re searching
with no luck finding what happened to her. Cindy’s body was found, in the front yard of an abandoned house, in what was said to be a pretty busy area,
with lots of people walking on foot. Which led many to believe that her body may
have just been like dumped there because there’s no way that like two weeks
would pass without anybody seeing her. So at first it seemed she couldn’t have been
killed when she was first reported missing. Investigators believed that
she was taken somewhere, probably killed wherever
she was taken, and then dropped. But after the autopsy came back, it showed that she had most likely
died the day that she disappeared. Her body showed numerous wounds,
but there was an injection mark on her arm, and investigators found no needle close to
her car, or around the crime scene. And it would later be determined that
she was injected, or injected herself with a
high dose of morphine. Her body was found with
both of her hands tied behind her back, her feet were also tied up,
and around her neck was a black nylon like pantyhose,
that was used to strangle her. So it was hard for a lot of people
to believe that Cindy could have walked a mile and a half
to the spot where they found her body, and then tied her hands,
tied her feet, strangled herself, doing all of these after injecting
herself with morphine, and then died there and nobody saw her? Like that just didn’t make sense
to a lot of people. Or it was like; well maybe she
injected herself with morphine, walked a mile and a half to the spot,
tied herself up, her hands and her feet, again, with a high dosage of morphine,
and then died there. And even if she did do all of this, someone
would’ve seen her body a lot sooner. The police though, they came up with their
own idea of what Cindy did, they believe that Cindy had
injected herself elsewhere, threw away the needle somewhere, somewhere that they haven’t found yet, then she walked a mile and a half
to the abandoned house, where she then tied her feet
and hands behind her back, strangled herself, and then yeah,
she died there. Yeah that makes a lot of sense. No. Because lord forbid they admit that they might
of actually been wrong with this one folks. But, on top of this, they found
no evidence that proved their theory, I guess, was the case. I mean, when they looked into
Cindy’s purchase history, they couldn’t find any proof that she had
purchased black nylons. Family and friends said that she did no drugs. It just-- It doesn’t make sense. I mean, 'cause it didn’t happen. (sigh) So the Royal Canadian Mounted Police claimed that Cindy’s death was either a
suicide or an accident, but the corner ruled both of
those results out, and Cindy’s official cause of death was
Morphine Overdose. Police did suspect Cindy’s ex-husband,
Mr. Makepeace, but they had no concrete
evidence against him. Mr. Makepeace believed that
Cindy had multiple personalities, and was unaware that she
was tormenting herself. The only truth in this whole story is that
Cindy suffered immensely in this saga and she paid with her life. Her journals expressed just an awful story of a woman being tortured mentally and physically, either by herself, or a mental illness,
or because of a sadistic perpetrator, who wanted to drive her crazy
and eventually kill her. Sadly, Cindy’s parents have
since passed away, never finding the truth as to what really
happened to their daughter, and they believed until their last days that
their daughter did not commit suicide, that somebody did this to her. Cindy’s sister, Melanie,
who was 27 when Cindy died, ended up writing a book titled
"Who Killed My Sister, My Friend", and continues to search for the answer as
to what happened to Cindy James. There’s a lot of different theories out there, saying that Cindy may have
been abusing drugs, I mean she was a nurse, maybe she was able
to get access to them, and that may have triggered something,
or maybe she had a mental illness that was untreated,
and the drugs just intensified it. This is what some people say. We don’t know, but there are a lot of people
who think this may have been the case, that Cindy was indeed doing this to herself. Then the other side is, hell no,
it was allegedly her ex-husband. He was a psychiatrist,
he had access to drugs. We don’t know what their
relationship was like but, maybe he didn’t want her to move on,
maybe he was controlling, I mean we don’t know. But many believed it was
the ex-husband all along. My own personal opinion you ask? I believe it was the ex-husband. (scoffs) Yeah it makes sense, and she said that it
was the ex-husband. So inconclusion, nobody really knows what
happened to poor Cindy James. Have you seen "Invisible Man". Is this not “Invisible Man”? If you haven’t seen it, great movie. Sadly though, this is real life. But what I’m getting at is oh my gosh. Let’s just say it was her ex-husband doing
this-- Or just anybody. Let’s say she was telling the truth, 100%. Which I think she was, but if you don’t,
go with me. Could you imagine nobody believing you, everyone thinking you’re making this up, like that’s horrifying. It would drive anybody crazy,
it would, it really would. Oh my gosh. So I would love to hear your
thoughts down below. What do you think happened? Mr. Makepeace? Sadly, that is the story about Cindy James. Today was quite the journey. I struggled big time, so I apologize if-- (stutters) I apologize if there wasn’t much
makeup going on, I don’t even know, I’ll find out
when I’m editing. Just some days, you know,
you can’t do makeup, and that day was indeed today. Thank you so much. Alright you guys. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day. Please be safe out there. Make good choices. And I’ll be seeing you guys later. Bye. (suspicious music)
