The Man Who Scared Himself to Death

Is it possible that curses are real, or did Chris Case let his fears get the best of him, scaring himself to death?

Down the Rabbit Hole

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Christopher case was a small-town radio DJ who had grown up in Richmond, Virginia. By all accounts, he was a well rounded individual… intelligent, sophisticated and absolutely passionate about personal fitness. Christopher took vitamin supplements daily and exercised religiously and in his early thirties, he decided to move out west to Seattle, Washington to start a new career as a music executive.

He worked for the MUZAC Holdings company producing the soft music heard in elevators and waiting rooms all over the world. Chris was a popular young man. He had made good friends in his new role and still managed to keep in regular contact with old friends back in Richmond. But despite this charisma, he was a bit of a loner and had remained single for many years. This is not strange in itself. His job required him to travel all over the United States and he had a real passion for music — particularly compositions of the ancient world.

Chris’s idea of a good time was sitting at home listening to his favorite tracks rather than going out to socialize all evening. He found solace in the arrangements of notes and harmonies rather than in the company of others. Christopher didn’t bother other people and in return, people didn’t bother Christopher. This is why a tragic week in the summer of 1991 has been so baffling for everybody who knew him, this was the week a young and healthy Christopher Case was found dead in his own home.

On the morning of April 18th, 1991 thanks to a wellness check requested by a friend, Christopher was found dead in his apartment with no sign of a struggle nor any forced entry. His body was discovered fully clothed, on his knees inside of the bathtub with his head resting against the wall. When police officers continued to search the residence, they found a puzzling scene: there was a multitude of crucifixes, books on the occult, and salt — heavily poured at the entrance to his home and along every single skirting board inside his apartment. They also heard religious music playing quietly in a number of rooms within his home.

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Down the Rabbit Hole

I write about true crime, mysteries, and anything that’s pulled me down a rabbit hole. Good luck climbing out.