A cold case from the 90s has an update.
31 years later, police identify ‘Baby Hope’ and her parents
Baby Hope, from Franklin, Indiana, was found stabbed to death in a trash can back in 1994 and has finally been identified by DNA testing. Her mother, Cheryl D. Larson, was married when Hope was born, but not to the father of the baby. The baby's father has also now been identified and had no idea Cheryl had been pregnant.
Cheryl died in 2018 and cannot be questioned. I cannot find any news source with information about her husband at the time, whether he is still alive or has been questioned. The baby's father, Paul Richard Shepherd, named the baby Hope Shepherd, and was devastated to find out that he had a daughter who died in such an evil way.
Tragically, Baby Hope's half-brother is a Redditor. But he did post some interesting stuff, to the surprise of no one, his mother, Cheryl, and her husband were garbage people.
I've archived his posts, they are kind of hard to follow, but in summary, Cheryl's sister placed a child in foster care. That child matched DNA to Baby Hope. The police contacted the redditor for DNA and that's how they figured
out Hope was Cheryl's niece. Sorry I fucked that up, I meant to say that's how they figured out the foster kid was Cheryl's niece and that hope was her daughter.
Cheryl's husband at the time was also not the redditors father, and his father is also not baby Hope's father. The redditor thinks the husband knew Cheryl stabbed the baby to death and helped cover it up.
These are his most interesting posts, the rest of the archived stuff is mostly him trying to explain his relationship to the foster kid.
A dead baby found in 94 is my sister. My pycho mom stabbed it to death and her and my dad kept it a secret. Then my dad found out I'm not his son 30 years later
Ok so I'm in my late 30s now. About 4 years ago I was contacted by a homicide detective from an Indianapolis suburb I grew up in. They needed a DNA sample from me. I was reluctant, most because...well wtf. They told me that the cold case is from 1994. They asked if I remember anything big in 1994....I was 9 going on 10. I said I do my mother use to walk me and my brother all the time while my father was gone most of the time at work. She was a stay at home mom. I for got I have a little brother 4 years younger. Anyway my mother mentioned a new born baby that was found stabbed to death in a dumpster. Kids found the baby while looking through the dumpster. I was big news then..I just knew through my mother. Anyway the police then asked about my home life. How was my up bringing....was I touched, did I get fed, did I ever see my mother pregnant?????
So a women 3 years ago got on ancestor registry because she was a foster child wanted to find her parents. That DNA got matched with what is now to me my dead baby sister. It got weirder to. The father that I knew all my life was not my father nor was he my brothers father. My brother and I share the same father and the dead is related to him and I through my mother.
My mother died 5 years ago and my father(but not father) is still alive but not very helpful with the case at all. The police think he's full of shit...he was a super piece of shit...both my parents were...it's what made me a super hero though..
