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On a blustery October night at his Sand Lake duplex, 25-year-old Douglas Cleaves, his sister and two women friends had just finished dinner and were kicking back on the floor watching "Fame" when they heard two loud raps on the door.
What the …?
His sister glanced at the clock — 20 past midnight — and shot him a quizzical look. He nodded for her to answer. She did, and will never forgive herself for it.
That night, Doug, Susan and two women friends had a late dinner that included king crab legs and Champagne. One was a woman Doug was dating, a dancer at the Great Alaskan Bush Co. The other was his dear friend Laurel, who after more than 30 years is still too traumatized to have her last name used since the killer was never caught. The four of them were on the floor watching TV when, just after midnight, someone banged on the door.
It's not easy for Susan to relive the worst moments of her life, but she wants people to know what this "monster" did to her brother. Here's what she remembers after this hooded figure burst into the room.
BLAM!
The first bullet missed, went through the wall and almost hit the woman living in the other side of the duplex. Doug rose to his knees, put his hands out and pleaded, "Hey, don't shoot, I understand what's going on, don't shoot. We can work this out."
BLAM!
"I remember looking over at Douggie and seeing a little red spot on his forehead above his eye. And then I saw his eye come out of skull, and then he just went over backwards. I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him."
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
After putting four bullets in Doug, the killer coolly turned and walked out.
With Susan paralyzed by shock, Laurel slammed the door, and the three of them ran screaming into the back bedroom. Susan grabbed the phone off Doug's desk and dialed 911 while the two others hid in his closet. Laurel didn't realize until later she was covered in gore.
When the cops banged on the door, Susan was too terrified to open it. She ran back to the phone and made the dispatcher promise it was officers and not the killer.
"She said, 'Yes, open the door.' I opened it, and guns were pointed at my head. I put my hands in the air, then without looking, pointed at my brother. I never looked at him again. I felt I'd be disrespecting him if I looked at him all bloody on the floor."
As neighbors milled about in their bathrobes, the police got the three women out of the house and questioned them separately into the early morning hours. Susan then made that unbearable call home. It was 7 a.m. when the phone rang in New Jersey. Her mother, at first happy to hear her voice, fainted when she heard the news.
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On a blustery October night at his Sand Lake duplex, 25-year-old Douglas Cleaves, his sister and two women friends had just finished dinner and were kicking back on the floor watching "Fame" when they heard two loud raps on the door.
What the …?
His sister glanced at the clock — 20 past midnight — and shot him a quizzical look. He nodded for her to answer. She did, and will never forgive herself for it.
That night, Doug, Susan and two women friends had a late dinner that included king crab legs and Champagne. One was a woman Doug was dating, a dancer at the Great Alaskan Bush Co. The other was his dear friend Laurel, who after more than 30 years is still too traumatized to have her last name used since the killer was never caught. The four of them were on the floor watching TV when, just after midnight, someone banged on the door.
It's not easy for Susan to relive the worst moments of her life, but she wants people to know what this "monster" did to her brother. Here's what she remembers after this hooded figure burst into the room.
BLAM!
The first bullet missed, went through the wall and almost hit the woman living in the other side of the duplex. Doug rose to his knees, put his hands out and pleaded, "Hey, don't shoot, I understand what's going on, don't shoot. We can work this out."
BLAM!
"I remember looking over at Douggie and seeing a little red spot on his forehead above his eye. And then I saw his eye come out of skull, and then he just went over backwards. I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him."
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
After putting four bullets in Doug, the killer coolly turned and walked out.
With Susan paralyzed by shock, Laurel slammed the door, and the three of them ran screaming into the back bedroom. Susan grabbed the phone off Doug's desk and dialed 911 while the two others hid in his closet. Laurel didn't realize until later she was covered in gore.
When the cops banged on the door, Susan was too terrified to open it. She ran back to the phone and made the dispatcher promise it was officers and not the killer.
"She said, 'Yes, open the door.' I opened it, and guns were pointed at my head. I put my hands in the air, then without looking, pointed at my brother. I never looked at him again. I felt I'd be disrespecting him if I looked at him all bloody on the floor."
As neighbors milled about in their bathrobes, the police got the three women out of the house and questioned them separately into the early morning hours. Susan then made that unbearable call home. It was 7 a.m. when the phone rang in New Jersey. Her mother, at first happy to hear her voice, fainted when she heard the news.
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