#18: The Angel of Death on Silver Leopard Farm

She claimed God sent her to kill pedophiles. Two men ended up dead. This episode investigates the disturbing case of Sheila LaBarre — and the chilling belief system she used to justify murder.

A quiet New Hampshire farm. A woman claiming to be an avenging angel. And a series of gruesome crimes that stunned a small town and the nation.

This episode unpacks the case of Sheila LaBarre — how she targeted vulnerable men, lured them with promises of care, and subjected them to escalating abuse and psychological torment before taking their lives.

Through police reports, courtroom records, and survivor testimony, we trace the stories of Kenneth Countie and Michael Deloge — two men whose disappearances led to one of the most disturbing murder cases in recent memory.

We examine how LaBarre used a self-righteous facade to mask cruelty, and how she maintained control through fear, isolation, and delusion — and why questions still remain about whether she had more victims.

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descriptions of violence. Listener discretion is advised. On the morning

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of Friday, March twenty fourth, two thousand six, Detective Richard
Cote and Sergeant Shawn Gallagher from the Epping Police Department
arrived at a remote property in southeastern New Hampshire. The address,
seventy Red Oak Hill Lane, sat hidden behind trees set
back from the road. The officers had been called to
conduct a welfare check at the Silver Leopard Farm, but

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as they approached the farmhouse something else caught their attention.
Smoke several areas of the property were actively burning. Flames
licked up from patches of scorched earth, one of them
just twenty feet from the porch, where a mattress and
box spring had been reduced to a blackened frame. Thirty
five feet away, a second fire burned inside a rusty

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metal barrel. Hay had been thrown over it, fueling the flames.
The stench in the air was thick, foul, unmistakable. As
Sergeant Gallagher approached the burn pile, something caught his eye.
A bone. It was sticking out of the hay, about
three and a half inches long, with a jagged base,
as though it had been crudely hacked. The top was rounded,

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like it had once belonged to a joint. It was
slicked with something dark and soft, something that looked disturbingly
like charred flesh. The sight made the officer recoil. When
Assistant Attorney General Peter Odom arrived two days later, smoke
was still rising from the same barrel. The burn pit
nearby was a few feet wide. Its center was layered

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with gray, white ash and bone fragments, shards so small
they could have passed as broken teeth. Beneath the rubble,
investigators found the warped skeleton of a mattress frame, its
coils melted into a compressed shape. There were sticky patches
fused to the metal. Later analysis would confirm what many
of them already suspected. It was human tissue, flesh and

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fat burned into the springs. Inside the rusty barrel, investigators
pulled out a set of large pruning shears and a
pair of hedge clippers. The handles were scorched. Near By,
a blade fragment, likely from a knife, had liquefied in
the heat. But it wasn't just the remains that stood out.

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Next to one of the burn piles, a wooden kitchen
chair sat alone in the grass, positioned directly in front
of the flames. Police believed someone had pulled it up
to watch. A rabbit was found in the underbrush, soaked
in someone's blood on the lawn. A third burn sight
was later uncovered, and beyond that evidence of earlier fires,
ash piles, melted zippers, and scraps of fabric buried in

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the dirt behind the house. Investigators estimated they dated back
to the previous fall. A partially burned DVD case lay
in the grass, charred at the corners. The movie was Saw,
a horror film known for its sadistic violence. The case
had been rented from a local store just days earlier.
Over the coming days, as investigators searched the land, it

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became clear that this wasn't a spontaneous act of violence.
This was something else. It was planned, it was methodical,
and it had happened before. Sheila Kay Bailey was born

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on July fourth, nineteen fifty eight, in Fort Payne, Alabama,
a small mill town tucked in the Tennessee River valley
where generations of families worked long hours in textile plants
and life moved at a quieter rhythm. Her mother called
her fire Cracker, not only for her Independence Day birth,
but for the spark she seemed to carry. From the start.

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The name would linger and become more fitting than any
one could have imagined. She was the youngest of six
children born to Manuel and Ruby Bailey. By the time
Sheila arrived, the family was already stretched thin. Her older
siblings were nearly grown, her parents already aging. Sheila and
her sister Lynne often felt like afterthoughts, left behind in

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a house that was far from safe. Their father, Manuel
was a domineering figure, sometimes doting, other times dangerous. Most
week ends, after drinking, he'd erupt, he'd throw over the stove,
empty the fridge, smashed through the house. In blind rage,
Their mother would gather the girls and flee on foot,
walking for miles in the dark to find safety at
her relatives. But she never called the police, not once.

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There was no protection, no real escape, just silence and survival.
Both Sheila and Lynne would later speak cautiously of molestation
in the home, fuzzy recollections, vague feelings that never quite left.
Abuse was never openly discussed, but the message was clear.
You didn't talk about what happened, not inside that house.

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By her teens, Sheila had grown into a striking young woman.
She dreamed of becoming a model or photographer, practicing poses
in the mirror with her sister. But it wasn't just vanity.
She was expressive, sharp. Late at night, she wrote poetry, dark, unfiltered,
laced with longing. Her journal became a kind of sanctuary.
She once wrote, it never leaves, it never hits, it

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never refuses to protect me. It was the only place
she felt in control. She entered local pageants, read original
poems aloud, and joined the Alabama State Poetry Society, But
the confidence masked something brittle underneath. Her poems often described
herself as fragile and misunderstood, yearning for escape, for a

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savior who might rescue her from her own story. In
the years that followed, she bounced between jobs and short
lived relationships. In her own words, she'd had her share
of bastard ass men. By her twenties, she had already
been heartbroken more than once. In late nineteen eighty one,
Sheila met a man named John Willis Baxter third. He

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was young, divorced with a small daughter. They married on
New Year's Eve, just weeks after getting serious. It lasted
six weeks. Baxter's daughter, Wendy would later describe a frightening
side to Sheila, Sweet and polite when her father was around,
but cruel when he wasn't. Sheila would lock her in
a small room with a pot for urination, threatening to

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kill her and her father if she told any one.
After the divorce, Sheila began harassing John's ex wife, Nancy,
stalking her, slashing tires, scattering roofing nails in her driveway.
The tension escalated into one day Nancy smashed Sheila's head
into a car bumper. Sheila was knocked unconscious, but she
came back. Later, she pointed a pistol at Nancy and

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rammed her truck using John's car. The local district attorney
quietly gave Nancy a gun permit, remarking Sheila's elevator doesn't
go all the way to the top. Months later, she
met Ronnie Jennings while working at a Burger drive in.
They eloped quickly, but again. On the day of the ceremony,
Sheila broke down, crying, we shouldn't have gotten married, she said.

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The marriage spiraled fast. Ronnie later said he feared for
his life. He believed Sheila was unstable and deeply manipulative.
Her journal entries painted a picture of resentment and self
pity of feeling trapped. She accused Ranie of violence, but
he believed she was the aggressor. They moved to Chattanooga, Tennessee.

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Sheila did well in hotel management, rising to assistant front
office manager, but she was fired for inappropriate behavior with
male guests. She started an affair with a married construction executive.
He promised to leave his family. His father intervened. Sheila
lost her job again. Then came another crash. After a
confrontation about a dead kitten Ranie had accidentally stepped on,

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Sheila accused him of cheating. That night, she swallowed a
bottle of pills in an apparent suicide attempt. She crashed
Rannie's car and fell into a coma for eight days
and was held in psychiatric care for nearly a month. There,
she claimed she had a vision men in white, a
bright light, and a sense of peace, but they sent

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her back without explanation. She blamed Ranie for having her committed.
Their divorce was finalized in February nineteen eighty six. The
following year, Sheila was determined to find something else, someone else.
She placed a personal ad in the Globe. She wasn't
just looking for love, She was looking for a benefactor,

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someone with stability money. A future doctor. Wilfrid Bill Labarre,
a chiropractor in New Hampshire, answered. He was sixty, a widower,
kind hearted and lonely. He described himself as not too tall.
Sheila sent him a letter and a topless photo. He
was charmed. They met in March nineteen eighty seven. She
never left. At first. It was a kind of dream,

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the quiet of Labarre's epping farm, the horses, the grass,
the safety. Sheila ran naked through the fields, thrilled by
the space, by the freedom. She started using his last name,
Sheila Lebar, even though they never married. She called herself
case inspired by the psychic Edgar Casey. She told people
she was writing songs and planned to become famous. She

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took over the rental properties, collecting rent and evicting tenants.
At the clinic, she became known for being aggressive with patience,
who fell behind on bills. She cleared the debt, but
made enemies. When doctor Lebar's cousin ed Charon, refused to
pay rent on his apartment above the clinic, Sheila threatened
his dog. Three days later, the dog was dead. She

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bickered constantly with Lebar's daughter, Kelly Wilfrid. Once upbeat, became withdrawn.
He slept in the apartment above the clinic, trying to
get away from Sheila. He once told someone, She's got
too much on me. By nineteen ninety five, Sheila was
legally married again, this time to Wane Ennis, a Jamaican
handyman who had worked on the farm. Despite the marriage,

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she continued to live with lebar She even drafted a
prenup to ensure that she would retain control of the
farm and life insurance if anything happened. Her relationship with
Ennis was violent. She beat him, cursed him, fired a
handgun over his head. During one fight, she clawed her
own neck and bit her lip, then called the police,

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accusing Ennis of assault. She once proposed that he killed
doctor Lebarre, saying they'd be rich. Ennis eventually fled. Their
divorce was finalized in nineteen ninety six, soon after, Sheila
brought another man to the farm, James Brackett, a quiet,
developmentally disabled patient of doctor Lebarre's. In nineteen ninety eight,

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during an argument, she stabbed him in the head with scissors.
He refused to press charges, and the case was dropped
after he signed over power of attorney. He would later
say Sheila told him in court, I'm playing the system.
The violence continued, beatings, psychological abuse. She made Bracket pick
up animal feces with his bare hands, fired her revolver

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near him, gouged his face, chopped at his camper with
an axe. In private, her delusions worsened. She accused men
in her life of being pedophiles. She began engaging in
disturbing sexual fantasies with strangers on phone chat lines. Her
behavior became more unpredictable, more paranoid. In July two thousand,
she brought both doctor Lebarre and Bracket to Alabama for

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her birthday. During the trip, doctor Lebarre mentioned that when
he died, the Epping farm would go to Sheila. Five
months later, on December second, two thousand, he was dead.
Sheila said she found him on the kitchen floor and
believed it was a heart attack. At the funeral, she
insisted on being listed as his wife on the death certificate.

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She told the funeral director she had a gun and
knew how to use it. She sang an original song
she had written for him. A neighbor who attended the
service described it as awful. She later claimed that doctor
lebar had died by snapping his own neck during an adjustment,
a story no medical examiner found plausible. She demanded cremation.

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No autopsy was performed. Afterward, Sheila went on a spending spree.
She called Labarre's daughter to boast about finding hidden cash.
She then moved full time into the farmhouse alone. The
last person who could rein her in, who had any
real control was gone. There were no more rules, no boundaries,
just the farm and her and whatever it was she

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After doctor Wilfrid Lebarre's death in December two thousand, whatever
guardrails had kept Shila Lebar's behavior in check were gone.
The farmhouse in Epping, New Hampshire became her domain, isolated,
fiercely guarded, and increasingly unnerving to those who lived nearby.

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Sheila's delusions intensified. She began claiming she was a messenger
of God, that after her suicide attempt and coma years earlier,
she had crossed over, spoken with God and the apostles
in Hebrew. She said she'd been sent back as an angel,
not for peace, but for vengeance. Vengeance is mine, she
told people, says the Lord. In her letters and journals,

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she repeated the same phrase. God told me that pedophiles
have to die. Some neighbors refused to speak about her.
She's evil. One of them said they had seen the
young men quiet, vulnerable, often developmentally disabled or struggling men
who came to the farm and didn't leave. They had
also seen the violence. Daniel Webster Harvey, who lived near by,

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said that doctor Lebar used to show up at his
home after being run off the property by Sheila, and
after Labar died, other men took his place, some of
them arriving in decent shape but later seen with bruises,
red slap marks, gouges on their faces. One man said
Sheila had waved a gun at him. He spent the
night sleeping in Harvey's orchard. A handyman who worked on

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the farm witnessed her beating a man with a red
oak switch. That man was Michael de Loge. He had
also seen her hit another young man, a slow moving
farm hand, for simply grinning, then turned and hit de
Loge again. Delage, he said, often had scabs on his
face that looked freshly reopened. Sheila's behavior toward people in
town became more hostile. She controlled doctor Lebar's estate even

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though they'd never legally married, declaring herself the executrix of
his will. Legal fights followed. She sent lengthy paranoid faxes
to the Epping Police department, ranting that the police were
conspiring against her, that they wanted her vulnerable, that Chief
Gregg Dodge was obsessed with her. She refused to let
police on to her property, even when they arrived to

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conduct welfare checks. When asked about a human bone later
found in a burn pile, she brushed it off. That's
from a rabbit, she said, or a pedophile. She handed
over a loaded thirty eight Revolver without hesitation and signed
the search form, but only after redacting parts she didn't like.
During interviews, her emotions would switch on and off, crying

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hysterically one moment, then dropping back into calm, flat effect.
When pressed for specifics into this situation, stepped Kenneth County.
Kenny was twenty four years old, gentle and soft spoken.
He had grown up in Tewkesbury, Massachusetts, not far from Boston.
His mother, Caroline, had once been a figure skater. His

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father coached youth hockey. Kenny had grown up on skates,
idolizing his dad, and loved to sing along to music
with enthusiasm. There was no formal diagnosis, but Kenny struggled
in school. Teachers said he was a tad slow, other
kids weren't as kind. They called him names, retard, stupid,
But Caroline believed he was simply different, possibly autistic. He

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had a bright smile but didn't like to be touched.
He had trouble reading social cues, and she always wondered
if that distance came from trauma. When Kenny was two,
she had been in a serious car accident. She spent
weeks in a coma, unable to speak or walk. Kenny
had lost his mother at a critical time, and when
she returned, things were never quite the same. Still, Kenny

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was affectionate in his own way. He called his mother
several times a day, came by her health club just
to see her. He worked at a car wash in
Wilmington and was well liked, even if the paperwork side
of the job gave him trouble. He tried hard, wanted
to do well. He longed for independence. At one point
he joined the Army, against his mother's wishes. She thought

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he wouldn't last a week, but at family day during
basic training, she was stunned. He stood tall, met her gaze,
looked confident, but he didn't graduate. He couldn't manage the
sit ups. Despite passing every other test. The rejection seemed
to crush him. Whatever spark had formed was gone. In
February two thousand six, Kenny at ten suicide. His mother

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was devastated. Afterward, she became even more involved in his life,
checking in more often, trying to build him back up. Kenny,
for his part, still wanted companionship. He used a dating
service and started exchanging voicemails with a woman who had
a Southern accent. She liked his voice, she seemed kind.
Her name was Sheila. They agreed to meet on Valentine's Day,

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February fourteenth, two thousand and six. Sheila offered to pay.
Kenny didn't have much. He didn't drive to her farm.
He left his van behind. The bartender at the Hampton
Beach restaurant where they met remembered Kenny waiting quietly. He
assumed he was homeless. Then Sheila arrived, confident, overdressed, they
didn't look like a couple. She drank bourbon, Kenny ordered soda.

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Sheila dominated the conversation. Later they were seen having sex
in her car in the parking lot. It was a
turning point for Kenny, but not a happy one. Not
long after, his mother, Caroline received a confusing, frantic call.
Kenny was crying, said someone had called Sheila bad names.
Carolyn couldn't follow the story. Then Sheila got on the line.

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He's fucking twenty four years old. Leave him the fuck alone.
We're fucking happy. She hung up. On Friday February seventeen,
two thousand and six, Kenneth County left his apartment in Wilmington, Massachusetts.
He told his roommate Eric that he was going to
spend the weekend with a woman he had recently met,
Sheila Lebar. She lived on a farm in Epping, New Hampshire.

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Kenny didn't pack a bag, he didn't take his van.
Eric thought it strange, but assumed he'd be back by Monday.
He wasn't. By Tuesday, Kenny's phone was off. He didn't
show up to his job at the car wash. By Friday,
February twenty fourth, With no word and his belongings still
untouched at home, Carolyn filed a missing person's report with
Wilmington police. That same day, local police drove to the

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farm to conduct a welfare check. Sheila refused to let
them inside. She said Kenny was naked and couldn't be seen. Eventually,
Kenny came to the door. He looked thin, pale, but
there were no visible signs of injury. Officers noted that
he seemed anxious. Sheila remained confrontational and demanded they leave

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the property. They did. A month later, Kenny called his
mother again, said he had left the farm and was
on his way home, but he never arrived. Three weeks later,
on March seventeen, two thousand six, Kenny was seen one
final time in public Surveillance Footage from a wal Mart
in Epping showed Sheila pushing him in a wheelchair. Kenny

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looked frail. He had bruises and scrapes on his face
and hands. He did not speak. Sheila purchased two yellow
fuel containers. He was never seen again. On March twenty thirst,
Sheila called the Epping Police department and spoke with a
civilian staffer. She said Kenny had left her, that he
was gone. She claimed he'd return to Massachusetts. Her tone

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was casual, he didn't do anything anyway. Later that day,
Caroline Lodge called police again. She didn't believe Kenny had left.
She emphasized that her son would not have left his van,
his clothes, or his medication behind, and he would never
go days without calling her. That night, at one a m.
Sheila called Sergeant Shawn Gallagher. She was crying, ranting, hysterical.

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She accused Kenny of being a pedophile. Then, without warning,
she played a tape. It was a recording of Kenny's voice.
He sounded weak, muffled, like he was in pain. He
admitted to molesting children, then he vomited. Sheila laughed and
told the officer he's faking. It was a disturbing call.
Gallagher documented the details and began the process to obtain

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a search warrant. By the next day, March twenty fourth,
Epping police were back at the farm. The front gate
was padlocked. That had never happened before. Officers climbed the
fence and approached the property. They were immediately struck by
the smell a sh sharp, acrid stench burnt fabric something
else near the porch, A mattress and box spring were

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reduced to blackened coils. A second burn sight near a
hay pile was still smoldering. A metal barrel stood nearby.
Flames still flickered. Then they saw it, a jagged bone
about three and a half inches long, sticking out from
the ashes. It appeared to have soft tissue still attached.
Detective Richard Coat examined it closely. The bone looked human

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and burned. Inside the farmhouse, investigators found blood stains on
the floor, on the walls, pruning shears and hedge clippers
with their plastic handles melted from heat, a nearly empty
bottle of bleach, bone fragments in what may have been
a tooth under the bed. As the search expanded, forensic
teams located additional burn sits on the property, more fragments,

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more teeth. Some bones had been broken, others had been
shattered by heat. A fire Marshal's dog detected accelerants, confirming
some suspicions that diesel fuel or similar agents had been used.
The remains were badly destroyed, but some fragments were large
enough to be tested. Though DNA had largely been compromised,
Bone structure and dental analysis indicated the remains belonged to

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an adult male in his twenties. The conclusion was unofficial,
but it was clear Kenneth County was dead. What remained
was to prove how he died and who was responsible.
Then came the tapes. Inside the house, police found more
than three hundred cassette tapes. Some were in boxes, others
were scattered around the living room, bedroom, and garage. In total,

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over one thousand hours of recordings. Sheila had recorded everything, conversations, rants, voicemails,
her own singing, hours of silence, and hours of degradation.
Some of the tapes were labeled with names, others weren't.
On one, she interrogated Michael de Loge. Her voice was aggressive.
She accused him of killing her rabbits, of abusing her animals,

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of being evil. Deloge barely responded. He gave one word answers,
sounded defeated, broken. She told him he had to die.
Another tape, recorded just weeks earlier, was worse. Kenneth County's
voice could be heard. He sounded sick, he sounded frightened.
Sheila screamed questions at him, accused him of being a pedophile,

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of hating his mother, of working with Satan, of corrupting children.
Each time Kenny answered with a quiet, exhausted yes. At
one point, he gagged, then vomited, then passed out. Sheila's
voice didn't change. He's faking, she said. Kenneth County is
faking throwing up. Kenneth County is now faking that he fainted.

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Kenny never denied the accusations, but it was clear he
wasn't confessing of his own free will. He was repeating
whatever she told him to say. Investigators later found a
type document dated March tenth. It was titled power of Attorney.
In it, Kenny supposedly granted Sheila the right to record
him and share the tape with Massachusetts authorities. The language

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was legalistic but incoherent. It bore Kenny's name, but the
phrasing matched Sheila's writing patterns. It was a fabrication. Sheila
had manufactured consent. A state police investigator later testified that
Sheila had screened phone calls from dating services. If a
man sounded assertive, she deleted the message. If he sounded

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insecure or passive, she called him back. She picked her
targets carefully. One detective described the tapes as a blueprint,
a record of Sheila's routine lure vulnerable men, break them down,
accuse them of monstrous crimes, record their forced confessions. Justify
the punishment and erase the evidence. Doctor Roger Gray, the

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defense psychologist, told the court that the recordings captured a
slow mental decline, that Sheila had convinced herself she was
doing the work of God, that her rage came from
childhood trauma and delusions of divine purpose, but the court
did not find that explanation sufficient. The defense eventually conceded
there was no evidence that Kenneth County or Michael Dilloge

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had ever harmed a child. No accusations, no charges, no witnesses, nothing.
The confessions were false, They were forced. They were recorded
by Sheila to justify murder. In one of the final recordings,
Sheila can be heard mocking Caroline Lodge. She says, your
mother is going to learn real quick not to fuck
with me. I will torture her. By then, Kenny's voice

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had nearly disappeared. What remained was a whisper, a shell
of a young man who had once been gentle, hopeful,
and trusting, now gone. What police found in that farmhouse
wasn't just the aftermath of violence. It was evidence of
a calculated process, one that had played out before and
would likely have played out again. And there were more
tapes to go through and more bones to find. Quick

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back to it. Following the discovery of charred remains at

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the farm, Shila Lebar's behavior shifted noticeably. Though she had
long skirted suspicion and maintained control over those around her,
by late March two thousand and six, her carefully maintained
facade was beginning to crack, and as police began circling
closer to the truth, she made a decision that would
trigger a full scale manhunt. During the welfare check on

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the evening of March twenty four, Shila wasn't home, though
her cars were on the property. She returned shortly after
six pm, cool and unfazed, and when asked what was
going on, simply replied, what's the meaning of all this?
She gave inconsistent explanations. First, she claimed Kenneth was in
the bath tub, Then, when questioned about the bone in

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the fire, she said it was from a cremated rabbit,
before changing her story again, adding well, it's either a
rabbit or a pedophile. Officers noted her demeanor calm, confident,
even smug. No evidence was seized that night. Sheila was
warned not to disturb anything on the property. She responded
with a smile and said I won't touch anything. By

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the following day, March twenty fifth, the situation had escalated.
Epping police returned, this time with a search warrant limited
to the exterior grounds. They found Sheila outside, now covered
in ash and soot. When she saw them approach, she
ran inside, locking the screen door behind her. Eventually she
came back out, crying softly and repeating, Oh no, I've

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been expecting you. She guided officers to the burn sights.
When asked directly about the bones inside a plastic wal
Mart bag, she said plainly counties. In the bag, she
claimed to have been burning a rabbit and some clothes,
but also conceded there were too many bones for that
to be plausible. Despite these statements, there still wasn't enough

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to arrest her. Sheila voluntarily accompanied police back to the
station for questioning. She brought her pet rabbit, Snooky, with her.
Over the course of a two hour interview, she denied
harming Kenneth, provided no usable information and refused to elaborate further.
She was released. Police, recognizing the volatility of the situation,

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informed Sheila she would not be allowed to return to
the farm. She made it clear she didn't intend to.
She mentioned almost in passing that she planned to go
far from Epping. That same weekend, she contacted her friend
Pam Packin to make arrangements to sell her horses and rabbits.
What followed was a period of disappearance and uncertainty. Sheila

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was officially missing. She had fled the area with minimal trace,
and by the end of March her exact whereabouts were unknown.
Then came a break. On March twenty seven, four days
after the welfare check, Sheila was spotted hitchhiking in Manchester
by a truck driver named Stephen Martello. He picked her
up and gave her a ride to Boston. During the trip,

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Martello became uneasy. Sheila was erratic, talked about violence, and
at one point said something that deeply unsettled him. God
said that pedophiles have to die. He noticed reddish stains
on her shoes and socks, which he believed were blood.
Not long after dropping her off, he saw a news
report identifying her as a suspect in a murder investigation.

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He contacted authorities, but at that time there was still
no active warrant out for her arrest. That changed on
March thirty first, when a formal warrant was issued charging
Sheila K. Lebar with the first degree murder of Kenneth County.
The charges alleged that she had not only killed him,
but had in so generated his body. With that the

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search widened into a national manhunt. It would end just
two days later. Police located Sheila at a strip mall
in Revere, Massachusetts, at the Northgate Plaza. She had altered
her appearance. Her hair was dyed a reddish copper color,
and was using the alias Case Washington. When veteran officer
Stephen Moscato approached her, she initially denied being Sheila Lebar,

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but when presented with a newspaper clipping showing her face,
she quietly said that's me. At the time of her arrest,
she was carrying roughly thirty thousand dollars in cash and
a fifty thousand dollar cashier's check. She was taken into
custody without incident. Once in custody, Sheila leaned fully into
the narrative she had begun building days earlier, that her

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actions were not murder but justice. She claimed she had
been sent by God to destroy evil. Specifically, she said
she had been chosen to rid the world of pedophiles.
Sheila would later the confession recordings were made voluntarily, that
she had obtained legal consent, and that she had even
hired a polygraph examiner to verify Kenneth's confession. She insisted

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the tape was real and that it proved everything but investigators, prosecutors,
and eventually the jury would come to see the tape
for what it was, a coerced confession extorted through fear, isolation,
and physical abuse. The defense conceded that there was no
evidence Kenneth County had ever molested anyone. Sheila handed over

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a suicide note during her arrest, once again repeating her claims.
In it, she stated Kenneth had threatened to kill himself
if she played the tape. She wrote that she hadn't
harmed him, but also didn't feel remorse for what had happened.
In her words, he was a pedophile. He's gone and
I don't feel bad. The evidence began piling up against her.

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Hundreds of audio tapes were recovered from her home, some
containing disturbing conversations with other men, including Michael de Loge,
who had vanished months earlier. The tapes made it clear
this was not an isolated incident, it was a pattern,
and the search of her property was only beginning. Following
Sheila's arrest, law enforcement launched what would become the largest

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search operation tied to a murder case in New Hampshire history.
Nearly two hundred officers were brought in to comb through
the farm and surrounding land, more than one hundred acres
in total. Officers fanned out and shoulder to shoulder lines,
sweeping open fields, wooded trails, and even neighboring properties to
which Sheila had access. Inside the home, the discoveries were

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even more unsettling. Technicians found microscopic blood evidence throughout the house,
on chairs, stairwells, and in the upstairs bathroom. Stains ranged
from fresh smears to old droplets layered beneath dust. A
knife stained with what appeared to be blood was recovered
from a dining room cupboard. The burn sights too continued

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to yield evidence. Additional fire pits and ash dumps were discovered,
some dating back to the fall of two thousand five.
In them were clothing fragments, zippers, and bone fragments too
degraded for immediate identification. At one point, speculation grew that
another man, James Brackett, may have been among Sheila's victims. Brackett,

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a mentally disabled man, had lived on her property for
nearly eight years and had suffered frequent brutal abuse at
her hands. Sheila had stabbed him with scissors, scratched his face,
gouged his eyes, and repeatedly threatened to kill him. Yet
in a rare stroke of survival, Brackett had escaped. He
later even acquired a vanity plate reading I am Alive,

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and would later testify at Sheila's trial. I had to
get out of there before she killed me, he said.
After I saw the news, I thought I was lucky
to be alive. That could have been me. Sheila had
once told him she planned to throw him into a
swamp or feed him to crocodiles. She even fired a
revolver at him during one of her rages. In the end,

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while suspicions lingered about other possible victims. Only two men,
Kenneth County and Michael de Loge, were officially recognized as
victims of Silah Leabar, and yet one unsettling detail remained
during the investigation, A set of unidentified human toes was
discovered on the property. Their origin has never been publicly disclosed.

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Silah Labar would later stand trial for two counts of
first degree murder. She pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity.
The tapes, the remains, the confessions, all of it would
be laid bare before a jury. But long before the
verdict came, the chilling outlines of her crimes were already clear.
Silah Leabar wasn't an avenging angel. She wasn't sent by God.

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She was something else Entirely At the center of Shila
Labar's crimes were two men whose lives were marked by
vulnerability long before they ever crossed paths with her. Both
came to her looking for connection, care, or simply a
place to belong. What they found instead was manipulation, cruelty,

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and ultimately death. Kenneth County was twenty four years old
when he met Sheila Lebarre through a dating service he
lived with his mother in Massachusetts, struggled socially and had
difficulty reading the intentions of others. According to those who
knew him, he was trusting, naive, and deeply lonely, a
man looking for a fresh start. When Sheila expressed interest,

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he responded immediately. She came across as warm, confident, and affectionate.
She told him she owned a large horse farm, that
she was wealthy, and that she could offer him something
he had never really known before, independence, love and purpose.
Kenneth took the offer. Within days, he had packed his
belongings and moved north to Epping, New Hampshire. But what

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he was walked into was not the promise of a
new life. It was isolation. Once on the property, Kenneth
was cut off from every one who cared about him.
The hundred and fifteen acre farm was secluded, surrounded by
dense woods, inaccessible only by a long winding road. He
had no car, no phone of his own, and no
way of leaving without her permission. And over time, as

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Sheila's control tightened, she began reshaping his identity. She renamed
him Adam Lebar. She told others that she was in
charge of his finances, his medical decisions, even his mail.
To some, she referred to him not as a partner,
but as her ward, someone she was taken care of.
Kenneth County's final days were marked by confusion, sickness, and

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visible injury. When he was last seen in public at
a wal Mart in Epping, he was heavily bruised, with
cuts on his face and a blank, vacant stare. Surveillance
footage captured the two of them walking through the store.
Sheila moved with purpose, Kenneth lagged behind, seemingly disoriented, as
if unsure of where he was or why. One employee

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later said he appeared drugged or brainwashed. Not long after
he vanished. Before Kenneth, there was Michael de Loge, a quiet,
unassuming man who had met Sheila while staying at a
homeless shelter. Like Kenneth, Michael had a history of instability
and mental health issues. He too had been drawn in
by Sheila's outward charm and the promise of stability. She

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offered him a place to stay, companionship, and work on
the farm. He accepted. What happened to him over the
following months mirrored what would later happen to County. Sheila
stripped him of autonomy, isolated him from the outside world,
and accused him of grotesque crimes with no basis In fact.
According to multiple witnesses, she referred to Michael as mentally ill, unstable,

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and dangerous. She presented herself as his caretaker while beating
him behind closed doors. He eventually disappeared. When asked about
his whereabouts, Sheila said he was in Florida or at
another hospital, or simply out of touch. She kept his
name on utility bills for years after he was last
seen alive. There was a pattern to how Sheila chose

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her victims. She sought out men who were vulnerable, socially isolated,
intellectually disabled, or in financial distress. Many had nowhere else
to go. Some were recruited through dating services or phone lines,
where Sheila specifically listened for men who sounded insecure, passive,
or eager to please. She offered them what they lacked affection, attention, stability.

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She played the role of savior, benefactor, or romantic partner,
whatever they most needed her to be. Once they accepted,
she closed the trap on the farm. Her control became absolute.
Victims were cut off from family, They were manipulated, degraded, accused,
and physically assaulted. Sheila beat them, screamed at them, and
demanded obedience. She threatened them with knives, guns, or simply

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with the promise that no one would come to save them.
In some cases, she forced them to perform humiliating tasks,
like picking up animal waste with bare hands or groveling
on tape. She reshaped their identities, sometimes even legally, and
as she wore them down, she began building her justification.
She called them pedophiles over and over again. It became

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her framework, her rationale for violence, her defense for the horror.
But the accusations were hollow. Her own lawyers eventually admitted
there was no evidence to support any of her claims.
Kenneth County had no criminal history. Michael Deluge had never
been charged with any such offense. These were not predators,
They were victims. She made them into monsters to excuse

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what she had done. The story of James Brackett provides
a chilling glimpse into what might have happened to others
had they not escaped. He stayed because he had nowhere
else to go. Eventually, after an arrest for domestic violence,
he was removed from the property. Years later, when Sheila
was finally arrested and her crimes came to light, James

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testified at her trial. He said he had watched the
news and realized that could have been me. Others had
lived at the farm too. Neighbors recalled seeing a rotation
of men come and go, usually quiet, always under Sheila's watch.
Some left without explanation, others, like Kenneth and Michael, never
left at all. During the search of the farmhouse, police

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found clothing and belongings that didn't match any known victims.
An FBI profiler noted in paperwork that a set of
unidentified human toes had been found among the remains on
the property. The source of those remains was never made public.
One former partner, Wayne Ennis, seemed to vanish completely. Sheila
told neighbors he had gone back to Jamaica, though his

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sudden disappearance raised suspicions. It was only after the investigation
began that officials confirmed Enis had in fact been deported
in two thousand and two for overstaying his visa. He
was alive and living in Saint Elizabeth Parish, but his story,
like James, Brackett's showed the danger of proximity to Shila Lebarre.

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He had once lived under her roof. He had been threatened, manipulated,
and reportedly asked to commit murder on her behalf, and
then one day he disappeared, lucky perhaps that it was
only out of the country. In the end, only two
murder victims were confirmed, but the reach of Sheila's violence
extended further into lives disrupted, identities destroyed, and families left

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without answers. Her pattern of abuse was sustained, intentional, and targeted.
She identified men who couldn't fight back. Then she took
everything from them, their names, their freedom, their dignity, and
eventually their lives. And for every confirmed victim there is
the lingering question were there more quick break ads keep

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In early two thousand and eight, nearly two years after
her arrest, Sheila lebar appeared in a Brentwood courtroom and

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formally changed her plea. She was no longer denying the killings. Instead,
she claimed she wasn't responsible for them, not in the
eyes of the law. Her plea was not guilty by
reason of insanity. By entering that plea, Labar wasn't just
acknowledging the deaths of Kenneth County and Michael Diloge. She
was also asking the jury to believe she hadn't known

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what she was doing when she ended their lives, that
she'd been too mentally ill to grasp right from wrong.
During her statement to the court, she stunned those in
attendants by admitting to both killings, even though she hadn't
been formally charged in connection with de Loge's disappearance. When
Judge Peter H. Nadeaux explained the legal implications of her

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plea that she and her defense team now carried the
burden of proving her insanity, Sheila nodded and said, I
do because I was. Her attorneys didn't dispute the deaths.
Their argument rested entirely on her state of mind. At
the center of the defense's case was psychologist doctor Roger Gray,
who had interviewed Labar several times. His testimony painted a

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portrait of deep psychological damage, stretching back decades, starting in childhood.
He described a girl who grew up with an abusive,
alcoholic father and a mother who offered no protection. He
said Sheila had been molested repeatedly. According to Gray, the
trauma fractured her understanding of the world. She began seeing
threats everywhere. She believed herself surrounded by pedophiles, rapists, and

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people out to harm her. Her worldview, he said, was
shaped by delusion and by a fear that sooner or
later someone would kill her. Gray described her actions as psychotic,
even desperate. He suggested that Sheila's visit to Walmart with
a visibly bruised Kenneth County wasn't an attempt to hide
what she'd done. It was, in his words, a cry

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for help, a test to see if anyone would stop her.
He said. She spoke of dreams in which her victims
forgave her, dreams where Kenneth and Michael came back to
thank her for what she'd done. Gray concluded by saying
Sheila Labar was the most profoundly disturbed person he had
ever evaluated. But the state had their own expert, doctor

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Arthur druck Tyness, who offered a different view. Yes, Sheila
had mental health problems, but no, they did not excuse
her actions. In his view, the claims that she'd been
sent by God to punish pedophiles were just that claims.
He called her sadistic, someone who used mental illness as
a shield for her violence. He said she might have

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believed parts of her but she still knew what she
was doing, and she knew it was wrong. The prosecution's
argument didn't rely on psychological jargon. They focused on Sheila's behavior,
how calculated it had been. Assistant Attorney General Anne Rice
described her as violent, manipulative, and coldly in control. She

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pointed out that Sheila had gone to great lengths to
destroy evidence, even burning and flushing remains to avoid detection.
In closing arguments, Prosecutor James Baffetti called her a predator,
someone who preyed on men who couldn't defend themselves. He
dismissed her claims of divine justice as nothing more than
a cover. The truth, he said, was far simpler. Sheila

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Labarre enjoyed inflicting pain. Then came the tapes. Over five days,
the courtroom heard hours of recordings pulled from Labarre's farm.
More than three hundred cassette tapes had been recovered. Some
recorded phone calls, others captured disturbing conversations between Sheila and
her victims. One tape played in court featured her interrogating

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Michael de Loge, pushing him to admit to animal abuse
and sexual crimes. He responded in short, dazed fragments. Another
tape captured her speaking to phone sex hot lines, asking
men if they liked children or if they'd been molested themselves.
She used these calls prosecutors argued to find new victims,
but it was the tapes featuring Kenneth County that left

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the court room shaken. In one, Sheila screamed accusations. She
demanded he confess to molesting children, his siblings, nieces, even
his own mother. Kenneth's voice was muffled flat, barely audible.
He sounded dazed, sick. She shouted over him, threatening to
torture his mother, vowing that he would suffer. In the gallery,

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Kenneth's mother sat still, her face expressionless, as the words
played through the court room speakers. His father walked out
alongside the audio. Jurors were shown video footage. In one clip,
Sheila sat in a police interrogation room, cradling a rabbit
in her lap. When the animal urinated on her, she
didn't flinch. She simply wiped her pants and kept speaking.

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Another video showed officers confronting her with the discovery of
human remains on her property. Sheila responded with a blank stare,
then laughed. She denied everything. By the time both sides
had finished presenting their cases, the jury had heard hundreds
of hours of tape, listened to days of expert testimony,
and been shown physical evidence from the farm. Their task

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was not to determine whether Sheila had killed two men.
It was to decide whether she had done so while
legally saying. They deliberated for two days. On June twentieth,
two thousand and eight, the jury returned its verdict, first
in the case of Michael de Loge, saying guilty of
first degree murder, then for Kenneth County, saying guilty of

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first degree murder. There was no reaction from Labarre. She
sat quietly, her hands folded across the room. The families
of both victims broke down. One mother whispered to the other,
we got it. The response, it's over. Under New Hampshire law.
The sentencing was automatic. There was no debate, no negotiation.

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Sheila Leabar was sentenced to two consecutive life terms without
the possibility of parole. Some who saw her that day
said she looked relieved. Later, she reportedly told her attorneys,
I never wanted anyone to think I was crazy. It
was a moment that seemed to contradict everything the defense
had argued, and a moment her own lawyer called the
clearest sign of how deeply disturbed she really is. Sila

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Leabar was sent to the New Hampshire State Prison for Women,
where she remains to this day. There was no appeal,
There was no apology, only silence. The trial was over,
the verdict had been read, but the echoes of Shilah
Leabar's crimes didn't fade with the closing of the courtroom doors.

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In Epping, in the homes of the victim's families and
within state institutions, questions lingered, grief remained, and in many
ways the damage was only beginning to settle. In the
town of Epping had never seen anything like it. Chief
Greg Dodge, a veteran of the police department, said plainly
that no one in town had experienced a crime this depraved.

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Before Epping was a quiet New England community, the kind
of place where people felt safe leaving their doors unlocked
and kids rode their bikes down the street without concern.
That changed in two thousand six. The discovery of human
remains on Labar's one hundred and fifteen acre farm triggered
the largest criminal search in state history, involving nearly two

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hundred officers covering thousands of acres. Helicopters flew overhead, news
crews flooded in, and locals watched their neighborhood turn into
a crime scene. A few neighbors admitted they were too
frightened to even speak her name aloud. One woman whispered,
She's evil. Even now, some residents avoid talking about the case.

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The farm, once known for its white fences and open fields,
became a symbol of horror for the families of the victims.
Closure was complicated and incomplete. No one embodied that anguish
more than Caroline Lodge, Kenneth County's mother. She made the
trip from Massachusetts to Epping again and again. At the

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edge of the Silver Leopard farm, she planted a small shrine,
flowers trinkets, little items that Kenny had loved. She spoke
to him there. It became her way of reaching out
to a son who, in her words, had been within
finger tips reach and still lost. She sat through every
day of the trial, listening to hours of tape that
included her son's final tormented moments. At times she collapsed

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in tears, but she remained there. In her statement to
the court, Lodge said, Sheila Labar took advantage of my son,
who was a kind, caring, gentle young man who could
not socially defend himself. She was a master of evil.
Shila Lebar stripped my son of all his dignity and
self worth, and in the end she murdered him. Her

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voice broke when she said, O, Kenny, I did everything
in my power to save you. Michael Deloche's mother, Donna Boston,
also took the stand. She wept as she defended her
son's name, rejecting the accusations Sheila had made one hundred
percent not true, she said through sobs. The case triggered
broader questions across New Hampshire. The killings raised urgent concerns

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about how the state protects people like Kenneth and Michael
adults with disabilities, mental illness, or histories of homelessness and addiction.
Both men had been visibly vulnerable. In Kenneth's case, his
cognitive impairment was known, he struggled socially, and his mental
capacity was described as being close to that of a
twelve year old. Yet even after police officers saw him

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in public with bruises, burn marks, and clear signs of abuse,
he wasn't removed from the situation. Detective Richard Cote later
admitted that he regretted not stepping in Lynn NuGen. Sheila's
own sister asked why police hadn't intervened more aggressively when
they saw the warning signs. For many observers, the tragedy

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evidenced systemic failures in how the state identifies and intervenes
in cases involving at risk adults, and there were other
questions darker, harder to answer. From the early days of
the investigation, there were suspicions that Sheila's crimes extended beyond
County and Da Loaje. Police and neighbors alike noted a pattern.

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Men would arrive at the farm, spend time with Sheila,
then disappear. Chief Dodge told investigators there were others who
had lived with her. At least one or two of them,
he said, hadn't been seen in a long time. Neighbors too,
recalled men coming and going Wayne, Jimmy, Mikey, and some
weren't sure where they'd ended up. One unsettling clue came

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during the forensic search of the property, an unidentified set
of human toes reportedly discovered among the remains. That detail,
part of an FBI profiler's notes, was ultimately barred from court,
but it added to the speculation that the true number
of victims may be greater than what the jury heard.
To this day, no public identification has been made. The

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author who chronicled the case later wrote, no one except
Sheila can say with any certainty what actually happened to
those men. And Sheila Lebar has never said a word
throughout the trial, and in the years since, she has
shown no remorse, no apology, no moment of reflection. In court.
She was known for alternating between eerie calm and sudden hostility,

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smiling at the cameras one moment, glowering at the victim's
families the next. When the tapes of her abuse played,
She often sat unmoved. Her lawyers claimed she was incapable
of conventional guilt. Prosecutors argued that wasn't the issue, that
she simply didn't care. After her sentencing, she surprised even
her own defense team. Instead of expressing sorrow or regret,

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Sheila turned to her lawyers and said, I never wanted
anyone to think I was crazy. One of her attorneys
later called it the most revealing comment she had ever
made to him. It wasn't just denial, It was a
glimpse into her priorities. She wanted to be seen as sane,
not evil, not broken, just in control. Whether that comment

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was madness or manipulation, no one can say for sure.
But for the family she devastated, for the men who
vanished into her orbit, and for the town she upended,
the impact of her crimes has never gone away. Quick

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back to it. Sila Labarr's crimes defy easy explanation. They

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weren't driven by impulse or even chaos. What made them
so unsettling, so difficult to process, was the clarity with
which she acted. Her violence was structured, her justifications rehearsed.
She believed she had been chosen, that she had a purpose,
that cruelty could be a form of righteousness. In her
own words, she was an avenging angel sent by God.

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Her mission, she claimed, was to seek out and destroy pedophiles.
But those she accused, those she murdered, had no history
of abuse, no evidence against them, no charges. They had
only one thing in common. They were vulnerable, isolated, easy
to control, men with mental or emotional challenges, men who
didn't fight back. Sheila built a sis them around that belief,

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a logic that placed her above others. She saw herself
as judge and executioner, not bound by truth or law,
but by her own distorted sense of justice. In her
version of the world, anything she did was justified because
her victims were guilty, because God had told her so,
and if the world didn't see it that way, it
was wrong. The language she used about missions, punishment, purity

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allowed her to rewrite reality in her favor. She spoke
with calm, certainty. In court, She told her lawyers She
never wanted people to think she was crazy. She didn't
see herself as out of control. She saw herself as right.
But her sense of righteousness was only a cover. It
allowed her to frame cruelty as necessity, to torture, as

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though it were discipline, to record the very suffering she inflicted,
hundreds of hours of it, and label it evidence. On
those tapes, her voice is loud and certain, her victim's
voices are not. Kenneth County, barely audible, tries to answer
her questions. He's heard gagging, vomiting, apologizing. She accuses him
of faking it, of manipulating her. While he's audibly breaking down.

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His words come out slurred, slow, muffled. The physical toll
of what he endured, beating's poisoning isolation is clear in
every strained breath. But she keeps pushing, insisting, demanding, until
he says what she wants to hear. Sheila forces Kenneth
to confess to crimes he didn't commit. She tells him
to say he raped children, that he hates his mother,

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that he's proud of what he's done. He doesn't argue,
he just repeats the words quietly. The sound of someone
with no strength left in court when the tapes were played,
Kenneth's mother sat through it. She said she had to,
that she owed it to him. His father walked out.
Other members of the public gallery wept, and still Sheila
showed no remorse, no shame. She sat quietly, watching, listening.

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She'll never be released, but the recordings she made still exist.
Hours of her voice, of their voices, of the violence,
and the fear for more information on this case. Night

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