Villisca Axe Murders

The Joseph Moore family were butchered in their sleep in
Villisca, Iowa in 1912 (The Daybook. June 14, 1912)
Picture, if you will, a sleepy Iowa town where everyone knows everyone, and life is as routine as it gets. Now, imagine the shockwaves rippling through this tight-knit community when an entire family is found brutally murdered in their beds. It sounds like an outtake from A Nightmare on Elm Street or another installment of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but it’s all too real—and has haunted Villisca for over a century.

June 10, 1912. The Moore family—Josiah, his wife Sarah, and their four children, Herman, Katherine, Boyd, and Paul—settled down for what they thought would be an ordinary night. What they didn’t know was they were about to make history, albeit in the most tragic way.

The family had just returned from watching a special Children’s Day program at Villisca’s First Presbyterian Church. Two of Katherine’s friends, Lena and Ina Stillinger, were staying over for the night. After a fun-filled day, everyone went to bed, completely unaware it would be their last night alive.

The town woke up to an unspeakable horror that would never quite leave them. Sometime between midnight and 5 a.m., a shadowy figure slipped into the Moore homecarrying an ax. By morning, all eight inhabitants were dead, their skullscrushed beyond recognition.

The crime scene was a bloodbath. The ax man moved from room to room, starting with Josiah and Sarah, leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake. The crazy thing is, the killer took his sweet time—covering the mirrors and windows, throwing a cloth over Josiah’s head, like it would hide the brutal-truth of what he’d done. The ax left in the guest room where the Stillinger girls were murdered seemed to say, “I did this and I’m leaving the evidence. Catch me if you can.”

Marshal Hank Horton was the first law enforcement office
to enter the Moore home. He quickly sought help from
neighboring law enforcement agencies.
It was like a ghost slipped into the house in the middle of the night, butchered the Moore family, and disappeared just as quickly. There were no signs of forced entry; nothing was stolen. Whoever killed the Moore family wasn’t after money or valuables; but something much darker.

Mary Peckham, the Moore’s neighbor, started her day at five o’clock, the same as she had for the last ten years. She was out in the yard before breakfast, letting the chickens out, making sure they had food.

Something was different this morning, but Mary couldn’t put her finger on it. She came out an hour later and noted an “odd stillness” about the Moore house. All the windows were dark, and the curtains were drawn. The children still hadn’t come out to do their chores.

Mary walked over to the house. She tried to open the door but couldn’t. It was locked. That was unusual. No one in Villisca locked their doors. There was no need.

Mary pounded on the door but got no answer. She walked out to the barn, let the chickens out, and fed them. That quieted the squawking birds.

She walked back home and called Ross Moore, Joe’s brother, to see if he knew what was going on. Ross was as in the dark as Mary. He left work and walked over to Joe’s place.

Mary met him on the porch and waited in the doorway while Ross checked things out. He didn’t get far before he noticed something was terribly wrong. When he peeked in the downstairs bedroom, he saw blood everywhere.

Ross walked outside and sat on the steps while Mary ran home to call City Marshal Hank Horton.

Hank walked through the dark house, striking a match in each room to light his way. He quickly determined he wasn’t up to the challenge and called Montgomery County Sheriff Oren Jackson and Thomas O’Leary from the Kirk Detective Agency.

Rev. Lyn George Jacklyn Kelly was often described as a queer, strange
little man. Just days before the murders, he had been observered peering
into windows in Villisca. An article in Smithsonian Magazine said he was 
awell-known sexual pervert.
As news of the murders spread, a swarm of people gathered outside the Moore house. At noon there were so many people milling around, Hank called Company B of the state militia to help control the crowd. They were supposed to keep voyeurs out, but fifty or one hundred people found their way into the house. Many grabbed hair clippings or cut scraps from the blood-drenched bedding, destroying potential evidence.

Later that day, bloodhounds were brought in from Beatrice, Nebraska. Elmer Noffsinger dragged his dogs into the house. He let them sniff the ax handle to get the scent, then turned them loose. The dogs raced down First Avenue to the John Green farm, stopped for a moment, and then hurried to the Neilsson Farm. They followed a trail through the timberlands at the forks of the West and Middle Nodaway River. Three miles southwest of town, they discovered some footprints, then the trail went dead.

It was as if the killer had disappeared into thin air.

The coroner’s inquest, held later that day, shed little new light on the gruesome murders. 

The bodies were still warm when Doctors J. Clark Cooper and F. S. Williams arrived. That narrowed down the time of death to between two and three o’clock on Monday morning, possibly even a bit earlier.

They determined the killer used both the sharp edge of the ax and the blunt end. The victim’s heads were smashed as well as chopped. The doctors thought he killed his victims first—using the sharp edge, then turned it around and took out his aggression—bashing their heads in.

Published reports at the time didn’t mention the girls had been sexually molested. However, in The Man From the Train, Bill James argued the killer got his jollies posing the prepubescent girls in provocative ways. He suggested a slab of bacon served as a favorite masturbatory aid. So maybe there was something more disturbing at work.

Villisca had no shortage of suspects. Unfortunately, every lead turned out to be a dead end, and each suspect had a rock-solid alibi.

Out-of-towners were targeted in the early days of the investigation. Joe Ricks was in town for the day when he drew suspicion for asking a local girl for directions.

Several days later, 16-year-old Fay Van Gilder and her mother boarded a train to Monmouth, Illinois, to see if the girl could identify him. She couldn’t, but it didn’t matter. Authorities were grasping at straws. All they had on Ricks was that maybe he was in Villisca on the day of the murders and asked the Gilder girl how to get to the courthouse.

Pretty-thin, right?

Ina Stillinger, 8 (left) and her sister Lena, 12 (right),
shose the wrong night to stay with the Moore family.
Next up on the chopping block was Charles Soward, who had a knack for landing himself in hot water. The case against him was pretty-sketchy. His landlady said he was “dangerous,” and a co-worker swore Soward threatened to kill him with a small hatchet.

And the papers did their part to play up his guilt. A reporter with the Evening Times-Republican said Soward was “of medium height, strongly built, [had] a bad, shifty eye, [was] slightly bald, and has a nervous, crazy way of talking.” The reporter didn’t doubt that Soward was crazy. Neither did most of his readers.

People in Clarinda, Iowa, got all worked up because Soward talked incessantly about the ax murders and how easy it would have been to commit them. “All one would need to do,” he said, “was carefully lay one’s plans, go to the house and crack the victims over the head, go to the river and wash your hands and then calmly go about one’s business.”

He made it sound so easy.

But it was only talk. Charles Soward was obsessed with murder, but he didn’t kill anyone, other than maybe talking them to death.

The detectives finally gave up on him.

The first actual suspect was Frank F. Jones, a local businessman and state senator. Josiah Moore worked at Jones’ farm equipment store but left to start a John Deere dealership across the street, taking some of Jones’ best customers with him. As if that wasn’t enough drama, there were rumors about Josiah hooking up with Jones’ daughter-in-law, Donna. Not that it was a big thing because the word on the street was, she slept around. A lot.

Did people blame Jones solely because he was rich and powerful, or was it a case of business rivalry gone wrong? Opinion on that is divided. Some people believed Jones had the motive and means necessary to carry out the murders, while others were convinced he was unfairly targeted. Or maybe it was a bit of both. Whatever, there was no evidence to charge him.

In mid-June 1916, Villisca was buzzing with anticipation as newspaper headlines screamed, “Great crime at Villisca now solved.” The supposed perpetrator was William Mansfield, an ex-convict and dope fiend better known in his circle as “Insane Blackie.”

William "Insane Blacke" Mansfield is still the most likely suspect. He 
had a violent histor, and was suspected of other ax murders.
The key to the case was the brutal ax murders in Blue Island, Illinois. Mansfield’s wife, infant daughter, and both sets of in-laws were among the victims. Investigators also placed him in Paola, Kansas; Aurora, Illinois; and Villisca when those murders occurred.

Unfortunately, the case fell apart after Mrs. Elmo Thompkins, who claimed to have overheard three men plotting the Villisca murders, failed to identify Mansfield in court.

The prosecution dismissed the case against Mansfield on July 21, 1916.

Another unlikely suspect was the Reverend Lyn George Jacklin Kelly, often described as a queer, strange, little man—he stood only five foot two and weighed 120 pounds. An article in Smithsonian Magazine said Kelly was well known as a sexual pervert. Just days before the murders, he was observed peeping into windows in Villisca.

Detectives arrested Kelly in 1917 and charged him with the killings, and for a while, it seemed they had the case wrapped up.

Kelly made a written confession. He said he saw a shadow by the Moore house while he was out walking. “Something prompted him to follow it. He saw an ax. He picked it up. Then came a voice saying: ‘Go in. Slay utterly.’”

He crept up the stairs and into the children’s bedroom. The voice came back. “Slay utterly. Suffer little children to come unto me.” He replied, “Yes, Lord, they’re coming quick.” Chop—went the ax.

From there, he went into Josiah and Sarah’s room. “More work yet. There must be sacrifices of blood.” Again, the ax did its work.

Downstairs, he discovered the Stillinger girls. “More work still.” The ax resumed its work.

Eight people were dead. The voice was satisfied.

The next day, Kelly repudiated the confession, saying he did not remember making it.

The court acquitted Kelly on November 26, 1917.

 The case got colder as time passed, and the theories wilder. Some believed the murders were the work of a serial killer, moving from town to town, riding the rails, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. It was widely speculated that a crime of passion had been carried out by a person close to the Moore family. There was even a theory that the murders were part of a larger conspiracy involving powerful people who wanted to cover up the truth.

Senator Frank Jones was the first actual suspect. Years before, Joe
Moore had worked at his farm implement store, but had left to start
a John Deere dealership across the street. And, there were rumors 
about Joe hooking up with Jones' daughter-in-law, Dona.

Secret Service agents in Denver, Colorado, suspected a secret sect that believed in “blood atonement.” The group’s members sought blessings by engaging in “slaying and human sacrifice.”

The detectives pointed to a half dozen similar murders around the country in Colorado Springs, Ellsworth, Kansas, Monmouth, Illinois, and Rainer, Oregon as proof.

We could dismiss the idea offhand, but it was reprinted in hundreds of newspapers around the country. Even though detectives didn’t know the organizations name or where it was based, they worked up a description of its leader—saying he was below medium height, with long black hair, black eyes, and a well-groomed beard and mustache. The description was pretty detailed for never setting eyes on their suspect. The detectives even suggested all the male members of the cult followed their leader’s example in how they wore their beards and mustaches.” That narrowed the list of suspects down some—to men with well-groomed, full beards.

Detectives in Denver called the cult human “death messengers,” and said they had “wiped out whole families in a night without apparent provocation, merely to satisfy their lust for insane blood sacrifice.”

While Villisca authorities fretted over their next move, the Colorado Springs police force found itself in a pickle. Many aspects of the Burnham-Wayne murders paralleled the Villisca murders.

The Villisca murderer hung skirts and aprons over the windows to keep passersby from catching him in the act. At the Wayne-Burnham house, the killer stretched bedspreads across the windows. The killer covered the victim’s heads with bed clothing at both homes, then wiped the ax and his hands clean.

The other similarity was the means of entrance. The doors were locked at both houses, but the killer made his way in through an unfastened window.

The other similarity was the means of entrance. The doors were locked at both houses, but the killer made his way in through an unfastened window.

Detectives in other cities found themselves facing the same quandary. A series of strange ax murderers plagued the country, particularly in the Midwest.

Was there a connection? Could the same man have committed these crimes?

Several years ago, Bill James wrote a fascinating book called The Man from the Train. It suggested technological advancements, such as the railroads, enabled the Villisca ax murderer.

The theory wasn’t new. The day after the news of the Villisca ax murders broke, police departments across the country thought the same thing. By the time of the Villisca murders, the ax man had been riding the rails for nearly a half-dozen years—visiting death on small-town Americans.

James named his killer “the man from the train.” In his book, Murdered in Their Beds, Troy Taylor called his killer “Billy the Ax Man, a term some contemporary newspapers used. Take your choice or join me in calling the killer—the “Sunday Night Murderer”—the name coined by the Chicago Tribune.

The murders left a lasting scar on the town that has never truly healed. The Moore house became a haunted relic, spawning tales of ghostly apparitions and unexplained occurrences. Over the years, the house has attracted countless ghost hunters and paranormal researchers hoping to communicate with the spirits said to linger there.

But it’s not just the house that’s haunted—the entire town of Villisca is forever connected to the murders. Locals have had to come to terms with the fact that one of the worst crime sprees in American history happened there. Books, documentaries, and movies have been created to capture the horror and mystery of that fateful night—ensuring it will never be forgotten.

Now, let’s take a step back and examine the killings from a broader perspective. There were many brutal killings making the headlines, not just the Villisca Ax Murders. A series of eerily similar ax murders occurred across the Midwest, leaving a trail of blood and mystery in their wake.

The Villisca Axe Murder house as it looked in 1912. (Topeka State
Journal. June 12, 1912)
The year before, the Burnham and Wayne families in Colorado Springs were found murdered in their homes, again with an ax. Shortly thereafter, tragedy struck the Dawson family as they were ruthlessly slaughtered in their Monmouth, Illinois, home. A mere fourteen days later, the Showman family met their end, courtesy of the ax man in Ellsworth, Kansas. And then, the week before the Villisca murders, Rollin and Anna Hudson were murdered in their sleep in Paola, Kansas. The final ax murders of 1912 occurred in Columbia, Missouri, in December.

The killings remain unsolved, and the mystery surrounding them has only deepened with time. Countless theories have been put forward, each more chilling than the last. Were they crimes of passion? A random act of violence? Or the work of a mad serial killer?

Whatever else can be said, the Villisca Ax Murders remain one of America’s most chilling unsolved mysteries.

As time goes on, the chances of solving the case grow slimmer, but the fascination with it only deepens. In a world where we seek understanding, the unexplained killings serve as a haunting reminder that some questions will forever remain unanswered.

The murders have experienced a resurgence in popularity in recent years, thanks to the growing true crime phenomenon and our collective fascination with the macabre. Podcasts, documentaries, and books explore the case, each offering new theories and insights.

Josiah Moore
 (Topeka State Journal. June 12, 1912)
The Moore house, oddly enough, has attracted the attention of true crime buffs and paranormal investigators, making it a must-visit destination.

For some, it’s about connecting with the past and trying to piece together what happened that night in 1912. Others seek the adrenaline rush of stepping into a location where unspeakable horrors unfolded, eagerly expecting a supernatural encounter. And let’s be honest—there’s a certain allure to visiting a haunted house, especially one with a story as dark as Villisca’s.

The murders have also made their mark on pop culture. The case has inspired many TV shows, from ghost-hunting reality series to dramatized crime specials. The house has been showcased on popular TV shows like Ghost Adventures and Scariest Places on Earth.

Investigators have reported encountering a range of eerie phenomena, from disembodied voices to bone-chilling unexplained cold spots. Several visitors claimed the evil spirit locked in the house followed them home, and wreaked havoc on their lives. There’s no denying the house has a way of sending shivers down your spine.

Hollywood isn’t immune to the case’s dark allure, either. It has inspired many horror films, especially those that revolve around home invasions and hidden small-town secrets. The concept of something so terrifying happening in the safety of a family home has been a favorite theme of horror directors for decades.

Crime aficionados still debate the suspects, eagerly dissecting each clue and alibi. Frank Jones, William “Blackie” Mansfield, and Reverend George Kelly remain at the center of their conversations, as respective supporters and critics passionately discuss their actions and beliefs.

Sarah Moore
 (Topeka State Journal. June 12, 1912)
Frank Jones seeking revenge for Josiah Moore’s business betrayal—strikes a chord with those who believe the murders were personal. Some modern theorists think Jones hired Mansfield as a hitman, weaving the two theories together into a convoluted narrative. The idea of a powerful man using his influence to commit murder is captivating, especially in an era where true crime stories often center on corruption and conspiracy.

Despite having an ironclad alibi, William Mansfield is still the most likely suspect. He had a violent history, and his suspected involvement in other ax murders suggests the Villisca murders were not an isolated event, but one piece of a larger puzzle. The idea of a traveling serial killer, moving from town to town, leaving a trail of bloodshed, fits neatly into our current understanding of such criminals. Although Mansfield was never convicted, the striking similarities between the Villisca murders and the other cases he was linked to cannot be overlooked.

And then there’s Reverend George Kelly, the oddball preacher and pervert. Investigators and armchair detectives are still perplexed by his confession. Was he a lunatic seeking attention, or did his confession hold a grain of truth? Or could it be he watched the killer at work? Troy Taylor suggested Kelly might have witnessed the murders or their aftermath while on one of his midnight excursions. It would explain how he knew so many intimate details about the crime. Some researchers dismiss Kelly as a serious suspect because he recanted his confession so quickly, while others say his erratic behavior suggests underlying guilt.

And don’t forget the town. The ax murders are a source of morbid curiosity and a burden to Villisca residents. The town has finally come to grips with its dark history. The Moore house, now a tourist attraction, hosts events like the annual Villisca Ax Murder House Festival. Visitors can explore the house, attend lectures, and even take part in ghost hunts.

The murders have shaped the town’s identity in captivating yet profoundly disturbing ways. The murders have brought Villisca a level of fame (or infamy) that few small towns have ever achieved, but it serves as a constant reminder of the darkness that once invaded their peaceful lives.

So, what is it about the Villisca Ax Murders that continues to captivate us over 100 years later? No doubt, the sheer brutality of the crimes is a major part of our fascination with them. That someone could slaughter an entire family in the dead of night is the stuff of nightmares. But it’s also the mystery, the questions that remain unanswered, and the possibility the truth is still out there, waiting to be uncovered, that keeps the murders at the top of people’s minds.

The Villisca Ax Murders embody our enduring fascination with true crime. They provide a chilling peek into the dark corners of human nature, exposing our ability to commit unspeakable acts. They encourage us to play detective, sift through the evidence, and develop our own theories of what happened, and to try, in our own way, to solve the mystery.

Who knows? Maybe one day, the mystery will be solved. A new piece of evidence might come to light, or a long-lost confession will be discovered, putting an end to the speculation. Until then, the Villisca Ax Murders remain one of America’s most enduring mysteries. They remind us that even in the most ordinary of places, darkness lurks in the shadows.

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